who has a voice like smarty does

[marketchippie]

Making a proper entry (what is life? baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more) (fairly accurate, honestly, as it's the midst of finals ALSO SORRY BUT I'M GOING TO TALK YOUR EAR OFF ABOUT THE LAST EP OF THAT FAIRYTALE SHOW, LOLLLLL HELP), but til then? A meme. I quite like this one.

Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you between

Comments

[corleones]

Pan Am, AU where Colette's a rival spy.

Also, there is visual evidence of Lee Pace and Andrea Riseborough having touched lips and my hands have lost control of themselves, so if you want to switch this prompt to RPF? I would have no problems with that whatsoever.

KSLHA4L8UWEIHLSFD;LHGL;SADHGKHDSGYUES

[marketchippie]

So after the play it does become a bit of a blur. This much she remembers, though: he's tall and comfortable and wears knitwear well and later, she's knocking back whiskeys and she says I liked your show that she only saw one episode of, Uplifting, she says, Yours isn't, he says, and that's fair, raise one pie for one woman with a hangman's mark round his neck, and they smile, ah he's good at that, too. She says to him very sternly just a bit later, in the dark, that there will be absolutely no vagina-monologue puns, all Ensler factor aside, and his laugh comes out pained and hoarse, like Jesus-you're still thinking? And then again: she really wasn't. Or else who'd say such a thing? But too tempting, that laugh, even catching in his throat, brought up short. Still good.

When she watches the Tiffany's adverts, she thinks he'd be a good man to kiss in the snow. Still got a catalogue going? she thinks to herself, and she laughs.

Re: KSLHA4L8UWEIHLSFD;LHGL;SADHGKHDSGYUES

[corleones]

WEARS KNITWEAR WELL.

Also - she thinks he'd be a good man to kiss in the snow. I can't, I cannot even, these two lovely, wonderfully attractive human beings. I love you quite a bit for this.

OH KIDS.

[marketchippie]

She splashes furiously and pushes herself up from the water, leaning against the edge of the bath. Water sluices from her shoulders, shakes from her hair, sloshes to the floor and she suddenly feels the bath, though deep and sunken, is small nonetheless, too small. They used to swim in the harbour; she used to be a merling in the froth, and he a sailor barked on the rocks by her; they were children, she thinks, but how different they have grown. His eyes are veiled, angry, familiar, and she pushes herself up closer, leaning in against the porcelain lip

[dollsome]

Drusilla from Buffy and Lorena from True Blood join forces!

[vega_ofthe_lyre]

Ooh, the Lady Bluebeard one! Or the infamous ASOIAF Mobsters story...

(UGH PRONOUN PROBLEMS W/ UNNAMED CHARACTERS OOPS)

[marketchippie]

When she takes her cloak, her fingers, long and white, trail along her shoulders, smoothing delicately over soaked strands of hair. The traveller flushes and is silent as the woman stares at her, folding the wet nap of velvet in her hands. When she smooths her skirts, she hears as much as feels water dripping onto the stone floor, and the woman raises her chin, eyes making a slow catalogue of the soaked sight before her. In the candlelight, her hair gleams blue-black.

"Come in," she says, a smile slow and aslant on her face.

DID YOU MEAN, THE ONE WITH TEENAGE LANNISTERS ON A PRIVATE ISLAND, BECAUSE

[marketchippie]

Oh, yeah, he thinks, Aunt Genna's been here all right-there are crates in the shed, packed and stacked up tight. He's laughing as Cersei darts into the shed ahead of him, kneeling to open one.

"Told you," she says, hiking the Kalashnikov to her shoulder, big and black and metal and shit, he's thinking of the time they spent making target practice, though that was an Uzi and God that pissed Dad off something fierce, but Cersei was never satisfied with the purse pistol he'd given her, Cersei was always after something more. The gun clicks under her fast-moving hands.

"Think it's loaded?" he asks.

"That wouldn't be practical. God, Jaime, don't you pay attention?"

He moves in to stand behind her, touching her shoulder, and she turns round, slow and deliberate and bright as the sunlight outside in his arms. "Still, only one way to find out," she says, and his hand is slipping to her waist when the gun clicks under his jaw.

He swallows. Two days of beard scrape against metal. An empty barrel, yeah (it's got to be, got to be a separate

Re: DID YOU MEAN, THE ONE WITH TEENAGE LANNISTERS ON A PRIVATE ISLAND, BECAUSE

[miss_mishi]

SHIT ISABEL WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME

dying

of brilliance

and perfection

[martyr4mylove4u]

The one where Attolia heads a mob family and Gen is the right hand man of her vaguely rival/vaguely sort of friend Eddis. And then there is sex.