Oh, pencil

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Whilst talking to the sis today, she told me another story about having to deal with dumb people in her classes. As this is a common complaint, I decided to change up the expected "I'm sorry" with a "Lo siento." Sis heard, "Oh, pencil." This is my new favorite way of expressing mild to moderate sympathy

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[hieronymousmosh]

Oh. Oh, I have this unstoppable need to take terrible advantage of your fic meme posts. You should probably filter me off these things for your own sanity, just FYI.

But! Since you asked - remember this? Aziraphale/Bernard plz.

[ifreet]

Sadly for you, Good Omens is a future!fandom for me. So I get to make up anything I don't remember from reading it once a million years ago. Except then of course I had to track down a copy and skim for the pertinent bits.

Aziraphale/Bernard
Trust the Process - Plid

"Well, it's all part of the plan, you see."

Bernard's face squinched up in thought. "Really, no."

"Exactly," Aziraphale replied. "It's ineffable."

Bernard made an imperious snapping gesture, which the angel interpreted as a demand for more wine. Which was one of the better ways of dealing with the ineffable. He poured them both another glass. The human downed his like a shot. "Okay, but the thing is... The thing of it is..."

Aziraphale leaned in. Probably it was an argument he'd heard before -- or made before to Crowley, but that was neither here nor there -- but Bernard had a unique way of putting things.

"Fuck it," Bernard said. "Let's open another bottle."

[hieronymousmosh]

Hee! This seems perfectly accurate to me *g* Thank you ♥♥

[ifreet]

But is it Nice and Accurate? Seriously, the things I'd forgotten about that book...

[sansets]

Eliot/Parker/Hardison! ♥

[ifreet]

Quick question -- are you caught up or behind at all?

[sansets]

I am currently about 5 episodes behind, but am planning on catching up this weekend. However, this is a show that I don't mind being spoiled for, so don't fret about my caught-up ness at all. <3

[ifreet]

Wrote you a different one instead, any way. \o/

Eliot/Parker/Hardison
Bad Habits - Michael Tolcher

Eliot watched Parker and Hardison, and wondered whether there was anything going on there. He thought so -- he knew for a fact that Hardison was interested in Parker, but. You know. Parker.

She was hard to figure out. And almost as crazy as she acted.

So when she threw herself on his lap and locked lips with him, his eyes went to Hardison. He really didn't want to get in the middle of something, even if he didn't think Hardison would try for him, physically. Hardison smiled at his definitely-not-panicked expression and raised an eyebrow.

"She's impatient. And I've got to say, I was getting tired of waiting for you to figure it out."

Closer than I was, he thought. He held out a hand to Hardison. Hardison slipped past it, leaning a knee on the sofa to steal Parker's place.

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~Hit me up with some Shassie please ^_^

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Shawn/Lassiter
Ruin It - Alkaline Trio

"Let go." Shawn's voice was low and angry, and there was no way in hell Carlton was going to listen to him.

"No." Shawn yanked at his arm, but he wasn't letting go. "You need to go home."

He'd never seen Shawn this angry. Actually, after seeing him now, he wasn't sure he'd ever seen Shawn angry at all. "I need you to let go of my arm, so I can go in there and talk to Vick."

"No."

"Yes! That kid got hurt because of me, because someone believed I'm psychic, and -- I'm not." He smiled, but it was the smile of a bully pulling the wings off a fly. "I'm not and you know it, even if you've never been able to prove it." But he'd stopped trying ages ago. "Even if you've never been good enough to prove it."

He couldn't entirely keep the flinch off his face, but he blanked it as quickly as possible. He hoped the answering flicker in Shawn's expression was regret, but... he wouldn't swear to it. Not today. "We're going home, now. Confess tomorrow if you have to."

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GAH!!!!!!! Angst first thing in the morning! <3 <3 <3

[lamentables]

Noser

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Noser
River of Life - Alma Azul

If you weren't happy, you're doing something wrong. By extension, Noser figured he was doing several things right. He had a great, if slightly illegal, apartment, an acoustic guitar, an interesting-for-once entomology class and two new neighbors, 'Lacey' and 'Wendy Watson' whose name was too beautifully alliterative to shorten.

"Yo, Wendy Watson."

"Hey, Noser." The response was rote, as she rooted around for her key. Wendy Watson wore that frustrated look that came with moving and didn't leave for at least a week after and was dragging both a backpack and portfolio case along with her. He adjusted his fingering on the guitar, feeling out chords he didn't need to play.

"Did you know I come from a land down under?"

She startled, then smiled. "Where women glow and men plunder?"

"That'd be the one," he said seriously.

"I guess I'd better run and take cover."

"Right on." He waited until the door closed to smile back.

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\noser/

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[china_shop]

I can't remember if you write Ray/Ray. If so, I vote for them, please. (Otherwise, Fraser with either Ray would also be lovely.)

Oh, pencil = hee!

[ifreet]

Oh, pencil. I've been away from dS for awhile

[china_shop]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I'm standing in the middle of the public library with a huuuuge grin on my face. That is adorable! *twirls you*