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How did it get to be December already?

FYI, end-of-year holidays are pretty much my least favorite holidays (other than Valentine's Day). I hate the pressure of gift-giving, and while I appreciate the time off and love to see family, travel around Xmas and NYE is a hassle, especially when my relatives and in-laws live on opposite sides of the country, and both request our presence.

I need to be poked into the card-writing and gift-giving spirit.

So. Prompt me?

Any fandom I've ever written or plotted in (HP, SPN, SPN RPF, bandom, hockey RPF, Criminal Minds, House, GK) or even ones based on a show I've watched but not written in - see my 2010 summary post for shows I've been following. Fandom, character/pairing, one phrase or up to three words, song, picture, or other inspiration.

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HAY i hate xmas too. not in the bah-humbug/grinchy way, but like you said! i can buy people things all the time, but come xmas time i TOTALLY PANIC AND FREEZE UP. :(
also this is the first year i am actually in a different state than my family, so that'll be... interesting... D:

i don't have a prompt right now or anything, just wanted to say hi ilu don't fret! :D

Are you staying in Oceanside, or going to Dallas to see family? My first Christmas not-at-home was sort of weird. Like, Aaron's family traditions were totally different from mine, and my sister wasn't there to cling to, and I was all cranky and antisocial.

It's not that I ~hate the holiday, but I'm irreligious at best, and it becomes a stressful time instead of a pleasant one (although I enjoy it more with consumption of copious amounts of rummed eggnog). As for gifts, I'd rather pick something up for people if I see it and think, "Oh, J would love that scarf" or "Hey, those earrings would look great on Mom" rather than getting a checklist of items and braving rabid crowds to find that one specific THING.

Prompt related, b/c whenever I see your LJ name I associate it with "empires! gingers! werewolves!": I feel like there should have been tons of fic about Sean being a creepy voyeur and Tom being possessive and shit after the video to Bang came out, but bandom is apparently consumed by the Killjoys at the moment? I guess? That's the only thing I can think of.

ugghhh we're flying back to either austin or dallas, and then getting to whichever city we don't go to. because boy's family is in austin. so idefk.

yessss that is exactly my feelings re: xmas. although i think my entire fam is poor this year so we might be doing little things, which i can (hopefully) totally accomplish! yes!

ALSO: HAHAHA OH MY GOD YES. I TAKE IT BACK, I PROMPT THAT. I REQUEST THE HELL OUT OF THAT RIGHT NOW. DIBS. FUCKING DIBS.

Today started our family speedway to where we're hosting it. I just don't care. Like you said, why is it we have to give loads of gifts at the end of the year? There re 11 other months we can do it.

Good luck with where ever you decide to go, I hope it is a festive and fun time.

Hmmm, Sam / Dean - and deadly drunken tree fairies?

Those four words have been going through my head and can't come up with a bloody thing.

- Happy Holiday! :) -

Tell all the families to bite you, turn the A/C up, and spend the time off cuddling on the couch w/ A & the kitties?

This is the most stressful time of the year, ugh.

&hearts

GK, Brad/Nate or Brad/Walt or any pairing of your choosing, canon or college!AU, "I lose my sense at the sight of you".

Tabby, there was FROST on the ground this morning! I actually turned the A/C OFF!

Also, ow, motherfucking OW, I can't lean back against anything right now. And I'm not sure why I picked a week that Aaron's out of town and not available for application of neosporin to get a tattoo in a hard-to-reach spot.

"Fuckers. You chose this deliberately." Maybe Tom's growl is a cliche, but whatever. Cliches become so for a reason.

Ryan smirks, but Max replies serenely, "Compromise. You and Sean wanted Bang to be the first single instead of Damn Thing's Over. In exchange for giving in on that, Ryan and I get to make the final decision on the video concept."

Tom would reply, but he's distracted by the way Sean's ogling Kristy and Thad strip each other, oblivious to his bandmates' presence and Tom's displeasure.

Snarling is absolutely an acceptable response to this. Nevermind that Max has a point.

Our cars have been frosted the past several mornings, but I'm not in TX.

I said turn the A/C up because then you could pretend it was actually wintertime in Texas, haha. I'll send you some snow? *g*

I just saw your tweetpic! Yay! But that sucks Aaron's not home to help you.

Walt has worked as a lifeguard, first at pools and then at the beach, since he was fifteen. For a kid in south Florida, it's a steady job, and Walt sticks with it, full-time when he can, part-time when classes are in session and he can't arrange his schedule any other way.

Experience has taught him that random pick-ups and one-night stands can be awesome, but he's through being someone's fling. He's done with tourists and vacationers.

But he sees this guy one afternoon in March; he rides his board with confidence, swims easily with the current while he waits for a set, and he glances their way a couple of times, enough for Walt to be struck by the bright, cool blue of his eyes, but he doesn't approach the stand to flirt with him or Justine.

He's back the next day, obviously bored by the lack of challenge in the day's surf, but even more obviously interested other aspects of the beach. Walt tells himself that he's not affected, but he knows even before the guy reaches the lifeguard stand how this night is going to end.

Happy hols to you too!

~

Sometimes the hunts that seem the most routine are the most difficult.

Case in point: a simple salt and burn complicated by the fact that a stand of black poplars had overgrown the section of the family plot that held the bones in question.

Who knew that salt-induced dehydration could cause the equivalent of intoxication in Dryope, the local dryad?

Or that drunk, she would still be pissed about that business with Apollo.

Dean's feet dangle inches off the ground, the branches of a young tree twined around his shoulders.

"Any bright ideas here, Sam?"

Sam struggles against the ivy crawling up his legs, pulling him away from Dean.

"You'll be the first to know."

Edited 2010-12-02 07:23 (UTC)

Oh! You did this verse and pairing! And we get to see Walt's POV! YAY.

Walt has his own backstory. I am not kidding when I say that even without being even close to half-written this AU has eaten my brain.

♥

Hmm, maybe... Brad/Nate; "Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth."

I LOVE YOU. ahahahahahaha I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.
:D :D :D :D

(ahahahahahaaa smirky ryan. serene max. ANGRY TOM CONRAD. THANK YOU.)

You're such an overachiever. I love it. :)

(Also, Walt totally deserves his backstory!)

Was watching SPN reruns this morning and they showed the one with Jensen doing Eye of the Tiger. Jared's laughter in the background kinda makes me miss that fandom altogether, and remember how much I love J2. But I also thought about Steve giving Jensen shit over that.

WALT. Walt is the priority this evening. :D :D :D

Was there a new episode last week? I can't remember. I am pretty disenchanted with this season. I was not that fond of Sam after S3, and that hasn't changed. The writing is just not as good, collectively, as it used to be. There are some decent episodes, but overall no.

Remind me to dig out the old Jensen/Chris Kane from... somewhere in the closet in my office? Maybe?

Nate used to roll his eyes when his mother trotted out the old "the more things change, the more they stay the same" line. It's a contradiction.

But. Yeah, now?

Many aspects of his life are completely different since he resigned his commission. There are things he worries about, things he focuses on, and things he lets go, rules he follows still, rules he breaks.

One habit it didn't take long to fall out of was sleeping lightly, waiting for the crackle of the radio and the next set of orders to arrive while he was gritty-eyed and half-rested.

Nate is not naturally a morning person. He's disciplined enough to wake in time to run before work, but on weekends he sleeps until he wakes without an alarm. On weekends that Brad is home, he doesn't need one.

He surfaces first to the feel of chilly air on his bare skin; he flails one hand until he finds warm flesh, and tugs until it covers him like the best blanket known to man. Sleep pulls him back under.

When he wakes a second time, Nate becomes aware of skin against his, Brad's weight heavy against his torso, an arm slung over his waist and a hand cupping the arch of his hip. Through his closed eyelids the room is bright enough that Nate knows it must be mid-morning. The pillow shifts as Brad levers himself up, and butterfly-light brushes of lips land on Nate's collarbone, his neck, his cheek, before settling on his lips briefly.

Brad pulls back, setting his chin on Nate's chest, a compromise between his desire for contact and Nate's firm, continued insistence on toothpaste before morning kisses.

He opens his eyes. Brad's expression is as fragile, as defenseless and soft as Nate has ever seen it.

Nate thinks about the roundabout path their lives have taken, all the steps forward and backward and sideways that have brought them to this point, and he smiles.

"Good morning."

"The best yet."

Oh, that's such a lovely picture, I love it.

Thank you. <333

Do you write American Idiot?

Nothing I've ever posted, but there's a Brad/Tunny fic outlined in my to-be-written file. Whatcha thinkin'?

Ooh. That's interesting. I tend toward Will/Tunny, but other pairings or gen are great, too. There's so little fic; what's out there is pretty high quality (and written by GK writers).

Let me know if I should prompt you.

I find Will/Tunny plausible, but in my head, it's so very messy, emotionally - Tunny still not recovered from the loss of his leg and adjusting to a civilian life he thought he'd left behind, Will reeling from the loss of Heather and the baby, teetering on the edge of alcoholism, clinging to each other and nearly self-destructing before they find a way to right themselves.

That said, I am willing to try it if you've got a scenario in mind.

I agree it could go that way. Or maybe not completely destructive, but definitely co-dependent. There is a lot of love there, though.

Since I'm listening to this song called "Too Late for Dancing" by Shapes and Sizes right now and this lyric struck me for them, howsabout --

hold up my left arm/hold up my right/let me go out for two days more/before you bring me back to life

Let me know if you need something else. <3

An outsider might think that Tunny's paying it forward, helping Will the way Jackie helped him.

They wouldn't be far off, but it's more than that. There's a smidgen of guilt involved, because Tunny can see, in hindsight, how his and Johnny's departure on top of unexpected fatherhood wrenched Will's world askew.

But it's also that it's Will, who shared his first cigarette (snitched from his dad's carton) with twelve-year-old Tunny, who puked all over Tunny's favorite chucks when Johnny dared him to drink an entire gallon of whole milk, who lied to Tunny's mom about extended track practice and sleep-overs when Tunny skived off to fuck Mindy McPherson in her bed while her parents were out of town.

Withdrawal is fucking hard, okay? Tunny weaned himself from oxycodone to codeine to aspirin and methocarbamol using Jackie as a substitute, and he only realized it when he saw her redeployment orders and knew she'd be heading back to Germany without him. But once she was gone, he still had Will and Johnny, twice-weekly PT alternating with group and one-on-one therapy, and his family for support. He got by, and he's not "better", but he's getting there.

Will has alcohol and weed - lots and lots of weed - piled on top of his parents' disapproval. There's no way he's dragging himself out of the depression that lost dreams and lost family induced without help.

First, he decides, the bong needs to get less of a workout. Tunny shares it once with Will, and he has the worst nightmares and phantom pains he's experienced in months, so he focuses on distracting Will. His guitar calluses reform, his fingers and thumbs twitch from holding onto the PS3 controller, and if he never plays another round of Guitar Hero, he won't miss it.

He thinks Will's doing okay - he gets a raise, and he suggests a celebration that involves a single blunt and a fair amount of beer - until Heather announces that Miguel wants to adopt Lily. Tunny's not there to hear the details, but Will agrees to sign whatever paperwork is necessary, and when Tunny stops by after PT that afternoon he finds Will completely hammered, worse than Tunny's ever seen. Twelve hours after he stops drinking, he's still not sober, so Tunny calls Home Depot and tells Will's boss that he has food poisoning. It's not really a lie; when the hangover finally hits, Will spends as much time at the commode as he would if it'd been the truth.

Tunny gives him a week to mope. Seven days to drink, fuck, fight, whatever it takes to get the initial hurt out.

Then he packs his duffel and humps it up the three flights of stairs to the tiny two-bedroom Will signed a lease for when Heather was eight months pregnant.

"Can I crash here? I'm tired of living at my mom's place but my therapist doesn't think I should live alone." And neither should you.

Excellent. Love Sam's last line. LOL I can just see Dean's annoying glare at that.

salt-induced dehydration could cause the equivalent of intoxication in Dryope LOL - love it.

You sure paint mornings beautifully. Nicely done.

:) Thanks!

(Shiny pretty icon you have there!)

I am glad I have another chance to use him. He does have gorgeous eyes doesn't he?

Indeed. I have to say that this (http://pics.livejournal.com/irisgirl12000/pic/0004qrf0/) is my very favorite photo of him. Because of his eyelashes, weirdly enough.

But I'm fond of the shape of his eyes and eyebrows here, and how the blue is reflected in his eyes here too.

First pic - I see why. Looks like sheer bliss. The second - eyebrows and eyes both hot. He looks good in blue too.

But it's wonderful. <3

Guh. So many things I could ask for.

Brad/Nate, surprise. :D

and it follows that I am, because you are:
it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we

Brad spent half of his life with Jess. He knew all her quirks and foibles, the best way to wake her up in the morning, the things to avoid if he didn't want a fight of epic proportions, where to stroke to soothe or comfort her.

Of course he'd been in love with her. They were a couple for close to ten years, how could he not be? Surely he knows himself well enough to recognize that emotion.

But when Nate strolls through the arrivals gate at Gatwick, Brad’s heart thuds and his stomach unknots for the first time in six months, and he stands there, wide-eyed and stunned, as Nate approaches.

He should have known, it shouldn’t be news to him, but it’s only just now sinking in.

Edited 2010-12-09 19:12 (UTC)

Oh. So spare and sweet.

Oh! Love this.

Less is always more when I'm writing. :) That's my excuse, anyway, since sometimes getting the words out is like pulling teeth.

I love that light-bulb moment of realization perhaps a bit too much, but there's a part of me that imagines Brad thinking this whole thing with Nate is casual, that he's not ready for anything serious, might never be again, until *bam* he realizes that it was serious all along.

I love that it's obvious here that Tunny would do anything for Will.

♥

Absolutely. And vice versa. :)

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100 words, OMG what

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Flipflop smiles, Walt/Brad

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this... is not what I meant to write, but it's what came out

Happy hols

Nate / Brad

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