Hi LJ. I'm procrastinating!! :D! And I love Watson's moustache in all its glory.*

[llassah]

Comment here with a request for a drabble of any pairing/character, in return, you have to post this in your journal if you feel like it.

*(Also, there's something about fics where Watson gets hurt that hits a big capable man suffering kink I never knew I had. Also, that unguarded expression of horror that Holmes gets to have- the snapshot in fics

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[_unhurt_]

this moustache/this moustache. thanking you.

or, i dunno. if that is TOO MEAN? crowley meets spike.

[llassah]

They met, predictably enough, in a tavern. The stranger was silver, lustrous, full of the allure that hinting at the bottom lip while framing it could convey. He felt like a slender, callow youth, confronted with a worldly man with a commanding touch and a knowledge of the world that he could only dream of. They needed no words, only the tangling of their bristles.

[_unhurt_]

i think you win.

also, heeeee!

[llassah]

I feel both proud and sullied. It's an odd feeling.

[hieronymousmosh]

If you haven't already, you must investigate this thread in the Holmes art meme. For great mustache justice!

Iiiiiiiiii would like a drabble about Benton Fraser meeting Bernard Black, thank you.

[llassah]

wow! that's quite some bristling.

"Ossifer- officer. I am sitting. On a bench. I am perfectly happy on the bench, contented, some might say. Enjoying the spring air, the daffodills, the glorious isolation. And yet, you are here. You are, in fact, telling me an obscure story about an eskimo who finds that he can no longer see the moon. Is the moral of the story, perhaps, that I should look up? Or keep nighttime activities, such as drinking, dancing and fornicating to the hours of darkness? Oh. It, ah. I had no idea that was an offence."

[hieronymousmosh]

Hee, poor Bernard.

[mrs_laugh_track]

Since everyone seems to be asking for unusual meetups. I would like to know what happens when Gabe Saporta meets Darren Nichols please.

[_unhurt_]

oh holy god yes.

[llassah]

New Jersey, as far as he was concerned, could hang. He had no use for their poxy little bars, their cheap whiskey, their ridiculously uncultered audiences. Fuck the common people. Fuck them all. This was, admittedly, due to his having been bottled off the stage during the play he was currently performing in, a production of Endgame with sockpuppets and raw beefsteaks in place of actors. He sat with a glass of whisky cradled in his hands, glaring at averything

[hieronymousmosh]

Hello! I'm making heart hands at you right now, Miss Llassah!

a production of Endgame with sockpuppets and raw beefsteaks in place of actors = GLEE (especially since I'm not sitting through it)