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03 April 2010 @ 11:25 am
March's Winner and April's Contest!  
So I don't know about you, but I'm having fun with this. So I'm gonna continue 'til interest runs out.

I asked you to make me laugh, and since a comment by  ayane_tsurugi (whose username I had to re-type four times before I got it right) of scene snippets from Bones, Castle, Firefly and a video of Sheldon in the ball pit from Big Bang Theory made me laugh the hardest (BAZINGA!), she is the winner of either a handmade bag or a $15 Amazon giftcard, her choice.  Congratulations, darlin'!  Let me know which, and you can send your address to persephone3333@gmail.com.

April's contest is ANGST month.  Now, I'm a fluff bunny at heart, so NO CHARACTER DEATH, but whoever writes the angstiest, heart-ripped-out-of-your-chest-and-squished-like-a-raisin story before April 30 at midnight will win an assortment of bubble baths and lush bath bombs so that they can soak to make them feel better after all that ansgty writing.

Ships I read:
Bones: Booth/Brennan
NCIS: Tony/Ziva
HP: Draco/Ginny, Pansy/Ron
Firefly: River/Jayne, Malcolm/Inara
Supernatural: (Brother fic is fine...but no slash, please)
True Blood: Eric/Sookie, Hoyt/Jessica
Castle: Castle/Beckett
Twilight: Jasper/Alice, Emmet/Rosalie
Friday Night Lights:  Any ship.  I'm not picky.

So there you have it.  I'd say 'make me cry,' but that just seems... dark, so I'll say good luck!

And this contest is open to anyone on my friends list.  You're welcome to pimp it out to people you think might enjoy writing, (unless they're awful or mean, I don't need any drama over here)  but they'll have to friend me first. :)

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I am:: the settee
I feel:: cheerfulcheerful
I hear:: The Sandlot - "You're killing me, Smalls!"
 
 
 
AT: Sheldon :Dayane_tsurugi on April 3rd, 2010 05:25 pm (UTC)
(whose username I had to re-type four times before I got it right)

Ah, yeah, I get that a lot. I never realize how difficult it is because I've had this journal since...2004, I think? So I can type it in my sleep.

And yay! I'll e-mail you shortly. :D
Elle Blessingwayelle_blessing on April 3rd, 2010 05:28 pm (UTC)
a) I'm waiting for your Etsy store, don't cha know, so I can buy one of your bags *covets them*

b) Eric/Sookie!! Castle/Beckett!! Jasper/Alice!! HOYT/JESSICA!! (I wish I was better versed in other fandoms. And not a weenie. It's scary to try to write somewhere else. >.> <.<)
Carrie Leigh: Bones - Sweetiecarrie_leigh on April 3rd, 2010 08:44 pm (UTC)
SCARY???? You should totally try a few drabbles elsewhere, at least. It's fun. And freeing.
Sister Roserose_in_texas on April 3rd, 2010 08:34 pm (UTC)
What, no Wash/Zoe?
Carrie Leigh: River Fireflycarrie_leigh on April 3rd, 2010 08:43 pm (UTC)
Yes, yes, you're right. And Simon/Kaylee, too. I should change that.

sue_bridehead on April 4th, 2010 03:20 am (UTC)
I just love that you do this! It's so cool.
Leigh: Peeking kittyleigh_adams on April 18th, 2010 04:38 pm (UTC)
No character death? But what if it was a canon character death? *flutters lashes*

I have lots of angst stuff, but it's none of your ships. :(
Carrie Leigh: Dean handcarrie_leigh on April 18th, 2010 04:45 pm (UTC)
Canon character death is okay.

*holds breath*
Leigh: Rob&Emilieleigh_adams on April 18th, 2010 04:47 pm (UTC)
Alright, then the first entry I shall offer for your consideration is...

La Prophétie

This is basically what comes of watching GOF several times over the course of ABC Family's Harry Potter weekend.
Hyacinth Girl: Rayne standingeustacia_vye28 on April 27th, 2010 12:16 am (UTC)
Late entry, since April has been uber busy...
The Hands of Blue are coming...

River startled awake, not sure what woke her. It was dark in her quarters, only the sound of her breathing in the room. She couldn't remember where she was or why she was alone. She was supposed to be somewhere else, she knew that. She was supposed to be on a rickety Firefly, dancing around with a tall man that had a girl's name, flowing like the thing that she was named for. She knew she was supposed to be flying in the sky, the endless stretches of the black all around her.

This room didn't feel the same, didn't feel like somewhere comfortable or like home.

The Hands of Blue are coming...

She pushed herself up to a sitting position, and the world swam around her. Jayne. She was supposed to be sleeping next to Jayne, his arms heavy as it lay over her belly. He should have been there beside her, breath loud in her ears and tickling the side of her neck. "Mornin' baby girl," he should have said into her ear.

River should have rolled over on top of him, laughing and grinning at his smiling face. "Good morning, my Jayne," she should have replied, her hands rubbing his chest. His heart should have beat strongly in his chest, quickening when her hands slid down lower and tickled his belly. His breath should have caught and held when her hands closed over him, as she laughed and told him in no uncertain terms exactly what would make it a good morning.

He should have been there beside her, but she was alone in this strange room.

River traced the curve of her breasts and felt the flat pane of her belly. She and Jayne had been talking about children. That as difficult as it was to raise children on a rickety boat, they would have made it work. Their entire family was on that boat, and there would have been more than enough love for their children. At least two, maybe three. Their children would have been fierce and intelligent, gifted in the ways of tracking and reading others. Their children would have been spectacular. Their children would have been wonderful, beautiful babies with stellar minds and able bodies. River might be a passable mother, but she knew Jayne would be a wonderful father. He would be patient and kind, protective and gruff when need be. He would know to set limits and enforce them, to not coddle them. River could care for them as best as she could, and she could teach them the language of the stars and wind.

The Hands of Blue are coming...

River's eyes adjusted to the dark, and she bit back a scream of terror. This wasn't her bunk on Serenity.

This was her room at the Academy.

The door opened, and there were two thin men in suits and blue gloves over their hands. They stood there silently, waiting for River to come to them.

You must, the voice told her. It was beyond a warning at this point. You have no other options, my dear. You must do as we say.

Jayne and the Firefly and love and children were all a dream. She was in the Academy, Simon wasn't coming, and she was trapped. They owned her, they experimented on her, and she was never leaving.
JEB: Scruffyfilia_umbrae on April 30th, 2010 03:49 am (UTC)
Re: Late entry, since April has been uber busy...
Ffffffff. This is positively heart wrenching ;_;
Hyacinth Girl: Rayne bangeustacia_vye28 on April 30th, 2010 03:06 pm (UTC)
Re: Late entry, since April has been uber busy...
Thanks for the comment!

I *hated* to do this to River, or my OTP, but angst was requested, and this was the first idea that came to mind. The only pick-me-up to this? The fact that it takes place in the Academy era, so we *know* that River gets out.
JEB: rebelsfilia_umbrae on May 3rd, 2010 09:20 pm (UTC)
Re: Late entry, since April has been uber busy...
Oddly enough, I think the fact that we know River gets out makes this all the more heart wrenching because you've managed to create this little pocket in time where we know how it's supposed to go, and she knows how it's supposed to go, but there is still a huge level of uncertainty as to whether or not the future is fixed, and if these things will come to be. ; ;
Hyacinth Girl: FF 'verseeustacia_vye28 on May 3rd, 2010 11:29 pm (UTC)
Re: Late entry, since April has been uber busy...
I suppose there's that. I hadn't thought of it that way. Since this was a little one-shot, I suppose it *could* be the start to an AU fic.

::hands over hanky::
Carrie Leigh: River Fireflycarrie_leigh on May 1st, 2010 11:09 pm (UTC)
Re: Late entry, since April has been uber busy...
*Sniffles*

Poor River. Poor Jayne. Rayne babies that weren't! Stupid men in blue gloves. What the crap are the blue gloves for, anyway? Why blue? Normal latex aren't good enough?
Carrie Leigh: 5 pts to Slytherincarrie_leigh on May 1st, 2010 11:09 pm (UTC)
Re: Late entry, since April has been uber busy...
Well done. Thank you. :)

Should have said that first.
Hyacinth Girleustacia_vye28 on May 1st, 2010 11:50 pm (UTC)
Re: Late entry, since April has been uber busy...
Well, latex gloves come in "regular" color, blue and purple, actually. I have no idea why. I think it just depends on the brand. :)

*hands over tissues* I'm glad you liked it!
JEB: Dammitfilia_umbrae on April 30th, 2010 04:47 am (UTC)
As usual, bringing up the rear with your Bones dose.

There are times when she can see how it all goes. When her apartment is dark and quiet and she's been drinking after a bad case or bad day or a Tuesday, and there's nothing left to do but dream, everything presents itself with a clarity that transcends her science and logic.

She goes home with him, or takes him home with her- it varies, but the result is always the same. Their eyes sparkle as they climb into the cab together, rain forgotten, and the whole ride they're touching here and there, and she thinks this must be what being a teenager feels like. Stolen kisses that have the cabbie rolling his eyes even as he can't help but smile a little. There hasn't been so much tequila, and when they fall against her apartment door, stumbling into her living room, hips locked and hands wandering, it's with clear heads and the giddiness that might herald a new relationship.

She knows (like she knows the sun will rise and the Earth turns and the decomposition rate of bones in the ground) that it would be amazing. Sensational. Unparalleled. They'd fall together, and her shirt might never be the same, and his socks have a high probability to be lost forever. The neighbors would complain in the morning, but all they'll be able to do is lay there, panting and sweaty, stars dancing behind their eyes.

He knows that it'll be forever, and she doesn't know if she can believe in forever, but she thinks that he might know something she doesn't, and so she learns he's never been married, but he has a kid, and he learns her parents left her when she was young now, instead of on a fearful Christmas in the future. They lay there together through the night, and when it's time for them to go in the morning, they part reluctantly, making plans for dinner, or lunch.

Sometimes it ends there, sometimes her mind forges forward, and she sees the child they would have had, going to the beach with Parker and their daughter; she sees birthdays and science projects and anniversaries. She sees twenty, thirty, fifty years.

In her dreams she's an amazing mother, balancing work and home and family, and he's an even better father, and their children are exceptional. There's college and marriages, and grandchildren even as they argue and banter and make up- always she is loved. Safe, warm, secure, unafraid of the uncertainty, the future.

When she wakes in the morning, there's always the ache of too much tequila or vodka or wine, and her face and pillow are still damp. These mornings are the hardest, when she sits up alone, body still aching for the feeling of his warm body curled around hers, and her nose filled with his smell.

Her brain will kick in soon enough, though, and remind her that she didn't go home with Booth that night, and that she gave up her second (last) chance.

She won't cry. Not here, not in the light of day, not without a night of drinks. But she can't quite forget what it felt like, and she knows she'll go through the day with her chest tight and aching.

And every time he laughs or smiles, or talks about his girlfriend, she'll know that she was right to protect him from herself, because she can only be what he needs when she dreams.
Carrie Leigh: Booth/Brennan hand under chincarrie_leigh on May 1st, 2010 11:13 pm (UTC)
Oh, my gosh. That hurt.

Ooof.

Gah. Well done, friend. Well done.

Pfft. Brennan. She doesn't even like Led Zeppelin. *makes face*
JEBfilia_umbrae on May 3rd, 2010 09:15 pm (UTC)
MAN. For reals. *sigh* Brennan I don't even know what is going on in that girl's head.

Also *blush* thank you~ I'm glad that you liked it, and after that 100th episode the stinkin' angst just...writes itself.