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In Memory of
30 Jul 2010 08:34Clemeth Ray Saylor
Beloved friend
Born: Sep. 19, 1953; died July 30, 1994
You will never be forgotten.
Beloved friend
Born: Sep. 19, 1953; died July 30, 1994
You will never be forgotten.
30 Jul 2010
Comment Fic... all dribble/drabbles trying to jump start the writing muse....
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rise_your_dead on July 29th, 2010 03:05 am (local)
Burn Notice, Cast, Fiona is actually an ancient Irish faerie looking for revenge for an old hurt.
Fi was pissed and not in a good way.
She looked again at the book that Sam had been reading to the client's 5 year old daughter. Some lame ass retelling of the Irish Faerie Myths and she....no, they had been demoted to a faerie?
True, she'd been on this hunt for untold years at this point, but she was Nemain, and with her sisters Babd and Macha they were know as The Morrigan, she who battled not some whey faced faerie.
When she finally got her hands on Cúchulainn she'd finish what had been started so long ago and then she and her sisters would take care of this little problem as well.
And Sam and Michael? If they were still around when that happened, well.... Michael likes to remark on her 'trigger happy' attitude. Wait until he meets her sisters.
enmuse on July 26th, 2010 08:02 am (local)
Bones, Angela/Hodgins, Cuddling
They rarely just sat and cuddled it seemed to Jack.
Their passion flowed too hot and fast to allow time for the slow burn of a good cuddle afterward.
Angela was like the sea, passionate, stormy and her moods shifted like the tides. Jack loved that about her but it also meant that she was somewhat hard to hold onto.
Loving a woman like Angela meant that he had to learn to hold without clenching tight.
So, they rarely cuddled, but that was okay. It would always be okay as long as they could be together.
loki_scribe on July 26th, 2010 08:56 am (local)
Greek mythology, Hades/Persephone, flowers in Hell
It's not always Hell as imagined by writers, here in the realm of the dead.
There is torment, but that is usually confined in Tartarus. However the Elysium Fields were filled with flowers. Flowers to welcome the fallen heroes and those who lived a good life.
Hades made sure to keep flowers blooming in her chambers for her. He knew that she missed the flowers during her time in his Hall and he would do anything, anything except give her up to keep her happy. If flowers made her happy, then there would be flowers in Hell forever.
lmx_v3point3 on July 26th, 2010 10:27 am (local)
The Losers, Pooch/Jolene, Now there's a lilPooch she was kind of expecting he might stop and settle down
Jolene had hoped that once little Pooch had made his debut into this world that Linwood would sort of settle down and be at home more.
What she didn't think hard enough on was that once he settled down, it meant the rest of his 'family' would be there to.
And she didn't mean any family by blood.
So instead of the part time husband she'd had for those years while he was off running around the world, she now had a full time husband, three uncles/brothers, a crazy sister and one only slightly less crazy sister with bonus niece.
He house was bursting at the seams with the Losers all hanging out, but she wouldn't have it any other way.
rise_your_dead on July 29th, 2010 03:05 am (local)Burn Notice, Cast, Fiona is actually an ancient Irish faerie looking for revenge for an old hurt.
Fi was pissed and not in a good way.
She looked again at the book that Sam had been reading to the client's 5 year old daughter. Some lame ass retelling of the Irish Faerie Myths and she....no, they had been demoted to a faerie?
True, she'd been on this hunt for untold years at this point, but she was Nemain, and with her sisters Babd and Macha they were know as The Morrigan, she who battled not some whey faced faerie.
When she finally got her hands on Cúchulainn she'd finish what had been started so long ago and then she and her sisters would take care of this little problem as well.
And Sam and Michael? If they were still around when that happened, well.... Michael likes to remark on her 'trigger happy' attitude. Wait until he meets her sisters.
enmuse on July 26th, 2010 08:02 am (local)Bones, Angela/Hodgins, Cuddling
They rarely just sat and cuddled it seemed to Jack.
Their passion flowed too hot and fast to allow time for the slow burn of a good cuddle afterward.
Angela was like the sea, passionate, stormy and her moods shifted like the tides. Jack loved that about her but it also meant that she was somewhat hard to hold onto.
Loving a woman like Angela meant that he had to learn to hold without clenching tight.
So, they rarely cuddled, but that was okay. It would always be okay as long as they could be together.
loki_scribe on July 26th, 2010 08:56 am (local)Greek mythology, Hades/Persephone, flowers in Hell
It's not always Hell as imagined by writers, here in the realm of the dead.
There is torment, but that is usually confined in Tartarus. However the Elysium Fields were filled with flowers. Flowers to welcome the fallen heroes and those who lived a good life.
Hades made sure to keep flowers blooming in her chambers for her. He knew that she missed the flowers during her time in his Hall and he would do anything, anything except give her up to keep her happy. If flowers made her happy, then there would be flowers in Hell forever.
lmx_v3point3 on July 26th, 2010 10:27 am (local)The Losers, Pooch/Jolene, Now there's a lilPooch she was kind of expecting he might stop and settle down
Jolene had hoped that once little Pooch had made his debut into this world that Linwood would sort of settle down and be at home more.
What she didn't think hard enough on was that once he settled down, it meant the rest of his 'family' would be there to.
And she didn't mean any family by blood.
So instead of the part time husband she'd had for those years while he was off running around the world, she now had a full time husband, three uncles/brothers, a crazy sister and one only slightly less crazy sister with bonus niece.
He house was bursting at the seams with the Losers all hanging out, but she wouldn't have it any other way.
Comment fic, part deux
30 Jul 2010 14:37Three more for the vaults (grin)
merry_gentry on July 24th, 2010 01:25 am (local)
Leverage/Mag 7, Eliot &/ Ezra (and their teams) - when Ezra's in trouble, he calls Eliot
Calling Home
It had been a while since and operation had gone south so badly. Here he was, trapped in a farmhouse outside of Boston and he’d lost contact with his team. The sellers he was supposed to meet with had somehow tripped onto the fact he wasn’t really there to get a great deal on a large shipment of smuggled booze but was instead with the ATF.
He’d gotten away, but just barely and his wire was gone. No contact with his team since the previous day and he wasn’t sure that they hadn’t been caught in the crossfire.
Ezra checked his phone again, hoping against all hope that his team had texted him sometime in the last minute since he’d last looked.
Again the screen was blank, no missed calls or text messages.
‘Shit!’ he thought to himself. There was nothing left to do but call Eliot instead. He’d not talked with him on over a month but he knew that if he needed him Eliot would be there for him.
He glanced again at his phone again, but still nothing. Screwing up his resolve, he dialed Eliot’s number and waited for the phone to be answered.
This one will be expanded on, but the muse is taking it a different direction than what I originally thought
sheryden on July 24th, 2010 12:50 am (local)
Leverage, Nate/Eliot, it turns Nate on when Eliot wears glasses
Nate had a problem and he wasn’t sure how to fix it.
He glanced again at Eliot who was sitting on the couch reading. His eyes focused on the pair of wire glasses perched on Eliot’s face. He wasn’t sure why adding glasses to the already handsome face made such a difference but it did, at least to Nate.
Whenever he’d catch a glimpse of Eliot in glasses his heart would beat a little harder and his breath would come a little faster. He’d originally chalked it up to high blood pressure from his drinking, but a little self reflection made him admit, at least to himself that the symptoms weren’t HBP but rather love.
The question was, should he or shouldn’t he say anything to Eliot about it?
The answer it turns out was simple. All it took was Eliot marking his place in the book before standing and setting it aside as he stepped into Nate’s personal space. “You’re thinking to hard about it” he said and then kissed Nate solving the problem.
theeverdream on July 24th, 2010 02:19 am (local)
White Collar, Peter/Elizabeth, getting off together thinking about Neil
The first time it happened Ell pretended that she didn't hear Peter grunt Neal as he came.
The first time Peter ignored it was when Ell let out a breathy gasp of Neal as he pushed inside her.
The first time they didn't ignore it, Peter began with talking about Neal's hands. How supple they moved and what it would be like to have those oh so talented hands focused on Ell as he mapped out her body with his own hands.
Ell joined in with a description of watching Neal dance and how she thought his abilities on the dance floor could be easily enjoyed in the bedroom as her hips lifted in response to Peter's hands.
Both moaned Neal's name as they came.
merry_gentry on July 24th, 2010 01:25 am (local)Leverage/Mag 7, Eliot &/ Ezra (and their teams) - when Ezra's in trouble, he calls Eliot
Calling Home
It had been a while since and operation had gone south so badly. Here he was, trapped in a farmhouse outside of Boston and he’d lost contact with his team. The sellers he was supposed to meet with had somehow tripped onto the fact he wasn’t really there to get a great deal on a large shipment of smuggled booze but was instead with the ATF.
He’d gotten away, but just barely and his wire was gone. No contact with his team since the previous day and he wasn’t sure that they hadn’t been caught in the crossfire.
Ezra checked his phone again, hoping against all hope that his team had texted him sometime in the last minute since he’d last looked.
Again the screen was blank, no missed calls or text messages.
‘Shit!’ he thought to himself. There was nothing left to do but call Eliot instead. He’d not talked with him on over a month but he knew that if he needed him Eliot would be there for him.
He glanced again at his phone again, but still nothing. Screwing up his resolve, he dialed Eliot’s number and waited for the phone to be answered.
This one will be expanded on, but the muse is taking it a different direction than what I originally thought
sheryden on July 24th, 2010 12:50 am (local)Leverage, Nate/Eliot, it turns Nate on when Eliot wears glasses
Nate had a problem and he wasn’t sure how to fix it.
He glanced again at Eliot who was sitting on the couch reading. His eyes focused on the pair of wire glasses perched on Eliot’s face. He wasn’t sure why adding glasses to the already handsome face made such a difference but it did, at least to Nate.
Whenever he’d catch a glimpse of Eliot in glasses his heart would beat a little harder and his breath would come a little faster. He’d originally chalked it up to high blood pressure from his drinking, but a little self reflection made him admit, at least to himself that the symptoms weren’t HBP but rather love.
The question was, should he or shouldn’t he say anything to Eliot about it?
The answer it turns out was simple. All it took was Eliot marking his place in the book before standing and setting it aside as he stepped into Nate’s personal space. “You’re thinking to hard about it” he said and then kissed Nate solving the problem.
theeverdream on July 24th, 2010 02:19 am (local)White Collar, Peter/Elizabeth, getting off together thinking about Neil
The first time it happened Ell pretended that she didn't hear Peter grunt Neal as he came.
The first time Peter ignored it was when Ell let out a breathy gasp of Neal as he pushed inside her.
The first time they didn't ignore it, Peter began with talking about Neal's hands. How supple they moved and what it would be like to have those oh so talented hands focused on Ell as he mapped out her body with his own hands.
Ell joined in with a description of watching Neal dance and how she thought his abilities on the dance floor could be easily enjoyed in the bedroom as her hips lifted in response to Peter's hands.
Both moaned Neal's name as they came.