GO SOX!!!

[leobrat]

I'm headed to the bar for some much needed shenanigans tonight, so load me up with drabble prompts to come home to! NaNo is a-coming, kids! I need practice!

This time we're gonna do something different. I'll write a drabble based on the icon you comment with.

duchessofavalon, I'm still thinking on that A3/MiMo one...

Comments

[thebeckert]

oh how fun! There are so many icons I could choose. I'll give you two.
This is number 1.

[thebeckert]

And here's number two. (it's actually said by the same character as the "Bacon" icon. You can write a sequel drabble or two completely different drabbles. It's up to you. Help me help you.)

[leobrat]

“When I was growing up, I was the kid next door’s imaginary friend,” Piz says out the side of his mouth. They’ve polished off two sandwiches each and are manfully working through the Grand Slam Stack O’Flapjacks.

“Dude,” Dick replies. “Not funny.” He grabs the can of whipped cream off the table and squirts a dollop right into his mouth. He shovels more pancake in his mouth and seems to ponder this for a moment. “How does that even work?”

“Yeah, it wasn’t for me either,” Piz answers, completely disregarding Dick’s question to answer whatever he feels is appropriate. “Thinking cause I’m imaginary, I’d never have to use the bathroom. It was, like, the worst month of my life.”

Dick stares for a long time and Piz thinks he may have fallen asleep with his eyes open. “Dude...” he begins, and Piz waits for an expansion, but Dick just goes back to his pancakes and Piz returns to his own.

[leobrat]

Is that Chris Lowell?

[delicatelight]

Ooh, I like the icon idea. Of course, I'm pretty sure FNL is the only one we share, but if you can think of another, go for it.

[leobrat]

Mindy started wearing blue eye-shadow when she was twelve. That was right around the age that she stopped playing with Tyra. That was right around the age Mindy discovered Billy Riggins, and then there were other boys. Tyra was real angry about it for a little while, but before she knew it, she was twelve years old and wearing blue eye shadow, and soon enough, Timmy Riggins wasn’t just a boy on the playground who pulled her hair

[hope27]

Oh, I really like this...love how you acknowledge the Tyra/Julie friendship unlike the show has.

[leobrat]

I didn't watch tonight, but dude, *seriously*, I'm *craving* a scene with Tyra interacting with *anyone* other than Landry.

[duchessofavalon]

Tha's cool....lol. I'll be happy with whatever, because no one ever writes that and I've been wanting to read it since they were born!

Weeelllll....choosing the icon is going to be hard....I may do more than one.

Here's the first. (Not that it's much of a surprise, lol)

[duchessofavalon]

And heeeeeeeeeeeeere's Johnny!....I mean, icon number 2. hehe.

[leobrat]

Jason knows Robin like no one else. He knew her at a time in her life where she barely knew herself, when no one else could even come close. Robin sometimes forgets how easy he can read her, how he can know what she’s feeling just from reading the curves of her smile, the flutter of her eyelashes.

It would be so comforting to give herself over to that. To fall into something that’s so completely tailored for her.

But then she remembers what he is. How he puts bread on his table. And Robin gets ill that the person who knows her best is a red-blooded killer.

[leobrat]

Anna met Robert Scorpio when she was seventeen. It was at a little café in Roma. He walked up behind her and asked in halting Italian if she knew of a restaurant called Alfredo’s in Via Veneto. Anna had to smile to herself. In those old days in Italy, many people thought she was Italian, with her dark beauty and almond-shaped eyes. Her Italian was more polished than his, and she had him fooled for a while, until he caught onto her game and tripped her up by asking her a question in perfect Maori. At her bewildered stare, he chuckled, and she realized she hadn’t fooled him at all. He asked her name and when she answered, he echoed her, Anna, and she will never, ever forget the way she felt the first time she heard her name spoken in Robert’s flat Outback drawl. It sent tingles down her spine. “Well, luv,” he continued, taking her hand in his. “I’m going to change your life, you know.” That son of a bitch was always right.

[afrocurl]

Hmm...now this gets interesting...

[leobrat]

Mick doesn’t know this, but there was a time when Josef did the whole, Help The Helpless, It’ll Restore Your Humanity thing, too. He supposes all vamps who don’t go completely mad get there at some point early on. Save damsels in distress, help young boys find their way, rescue kittens out of trees (while not nibbling on their ears), and you can pretend you’re still a man.

Josef has lived a few more lifetimes than Mick now, though, and he knows that no matter how many people he saves, he’ll never save himself.

Someday, Mick will wise up, too.

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Sorry that took so long, dear!

[leobrat]

It was a moment that crippled him. He literally buckled under the weight of all the emotion he’d been jumping away from all year. He was seventeen years old and life was not supposed to be this angst-filled, this fucking Oedipal for Christ’s sake. In all of their time together, at Lilly’s funeral, he had never seen her so broken, that tremble in her chin destroyed him. It made him ill that he could hurt her so much, that he did hurt her so much.

Love for Veronica, even unspoken though it was, was the only pure thing left in his life, and this agony was too great to bear.