The cannon's thunder can't prevail...
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newredshoes is a bad influence... have a meme. You know that meme where I post first lines of some of my stories and you write new stories with those lines? Yeah, it's that one. Except... I really don't feel like going through my story catalog and clicking on every single story, so all these first lines? Are from unfinished fics in my GoogleDocs (and a couple from various notebooks). Feel free to change names/pronouns/etc. to suit, if you like.
If you'd like to try to get me to write something for you, feel free to ask! I can't guarantee anything, because apparently my right brain has taken off for Santa Fe, but I will try!
newredshoes is a bad influence... have a meme. You know that meme where I post first lines of some of my stories and you write new stories with those lines? Yeah, it's that one. Except... I really don't feel like going through my story catalog and clicking on every single story, so all these first lines? Are from unfinished fics in my GoogleDocs (and a couple from various notebooks). Feel free to change names/pronouns/etc. to suit, if you like."This is our year." (S60)
It's a dance, the two of them. (Chess)
There is something to be said for dying. (DW/Sandman)
"You know, for 'Nowhere', this looks a whole lot like 'Somewhere'." (Original)
Things do not go as planned. (BN)
Jack's familiar with silence. (DW)
Five months and twenty-three days into the year of hell on earth, Martha Jones stopped running. (DW)
"Does he really think he can get away with that?" (DW)
He keeps dreaming of running. (DW/Chess)
"You want me to take care of this?" (S60)
The forest is forbidden after dark. (Original)
It was funny, the things people didn't notice. (Original)
She supposed music would sound better to her ears if she'd never heard magic. (Original)
If you'd like to try to get me to write something for you, feel free to ask! I can't guarantee anything, because apparently my right brain has taken off for Santa Fe, but I will try!
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Date: 2008-07-07 02:29 am (UTC)"You want me to take care of this? 'Cause I can, you know."
"Dude." Dean reaches for Matt's shot glass. "I think you've had enough."
"No, really," Matt insists, pulling back. "I'm in Hollywood. I know people. I know people who know people. You could have a real future here."
Dean smiles, tolerant but not for long. "Thanks, but I think I've had my fill of the keg of glory."
"The keg of glory was not made of--" Matt frowns down at his hand. "What were these again?"
Dean tries to pry Matt off the glass again. "Purple nurples."
Matt looks perturbed. "What, did you make that up?"
Dean sighs. "Sadly not." He tugs again. "You gonna let me help you now or not?"
Matt's head sways back and forth. "I don't get it. How is it they let you into our prop room?"
Dean flashes a movie star grin, half-wink and all. "I'm one hell of a PA."
"What did you need there?"
Dean cocks an eyebrow at him. "What do you remember about tonight?"
Matt blinks. "Cal, and there was--stuff flying--"
"Yeah, okay, we're done." Dean claps him on the back and stands up. "Come on, buddy, I've been thanked enough. You've got some heavyweight sleeping off to do."
Matt also stands, though he wobbles somewhat. "Did I see something tonight?"
Dean spreads his hands. "Unless it was me with that Samantha chick, which," he pauses to whistle, "is just between you, me and the wall, no." That smile again. "Nothing more unusual than your average night on the Strip."
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Date: 2008-07-07 02:36 am (UTC)Matt! And PA!Dean! And keg of glory! And... !!!!!!!
...Hi. I love you right now. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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Date: 2008-07-07 02:42 am (UTC)<333333333