sing me a song, tell me a story
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harborshoreSo that icon meme has been going around, and I was lamenting having a basic account because only having six icons in the first place kind of eliminates the someone-else-picks-icons-for-you-to-talk-about aspect of it. And then ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
softlyforgotten told me that I should just do it anyway. As a thanks for enabling me, I am stealing her format, because story snippets are always fun. (Also, two of them are from my big bang universe. See if you can guess which ones? Only one of them is from the actual story.)
Obviously feel free to ask me for icons.
The other purpose of this post is to say that I may not be around much, in the next two weeks. I won't post, I might comment on your stuff, but mostly, academics and big bang are conspiring to take over my life. If you need me, my email is homeless dot sky at gmail dot com. ♥
These are the rules:
1. Reply to this post, and I will pick six of your icons.
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and talk about the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon glee.
Keywords: once upon a story. Default icon.
Lisa has stolen her mother's straw hat, because even the Great North gets sunny in the summertime, and she doesn't need any more freckles, okay? But she's not actually here, isn't actually sitting in the grass underneath the oldest oak in the park: no, she's miles and miles further south, walking along the edge of the ocean; no, she's in a different galaxy, naming a new star; no, no, she's actually here, fingers folding down the corner to keep her place, because a familiar shadow is falling across the page. She looks up and Helena plucks the book out of her hand, grinning. "Come back to my world," she says and steals Lisa's hat.
Keywords: shout out loud. This one is for feminism and for things that are awesome. Because Lindsey is.
"Fuck you, let me go out and sign." Lindsey's on the couch in the dressing room, attempting to wrap up her ankle so it won't hurt so goddamn much when she has to stand on it.
Steve's staring at her. "You know, I'm kind of drunk, but that doesn't mean I didn't see you go down hard on that ankle, and we have a show tomorrow, you know? You can take the night off."
She gives up on her foot and slams her hand against the couch in frustration. "No, Steve, there--there was this girl, I saw her before the show, and I didn't have time to stop but I waved and told her to come by after and she could get a picture with me. She was here with her mom, okay, she was like sixteen and she looked so fucking happy when I said that."
Steve sighs. "Zoid, get up, come on. Lean on me. If you're gonna be an idiot, I'll help."
Keywords: don't send me no more letters no. This one is, well, I had to have a Gerard icon and it matches my Lindsey icon? Also, that video. You know.
It's the third fucking week in this fucking place, and Gerard is really, really sick of staring at the same four walls. Not that he's not grateful for the lack of attention, really; the first week here was, just, he doesn't want to repeat the experience, okay? He's even figured out how to maneuver eating utensils even if his fingers aren't quite back to functional yet. He doesn't think about drawing, he really doesn't. Instead, he thinks about performing, because his voice is still functional, thank you very fucking much; he thinks about performing and throwing it all back into their faces. He thinks about burning this building into the ground.
Keywords: daffodils. This one is for things that bring me joy.
The flowers are new, he thinks stupidly as he walks into the garden and stops before he can step on them. He finds his voice. "Grandma, did you grow these?"
She looks up in his general direction, eyes sliding past his face, blank. "Sweetheart, is that you?"
"Yeah, I--work got out early yesterday, you don't mind, right? I know I said I'd come tomorrow, but I found an earlier train ticket, and--"
She cuts him off with a wave, imperious even in a big fuzzy pink sweater. "Of course not. You can help me with the roses. That nice girl next door helped me make the lawn more fun, and now I want my rosebushes to bloom again."
Keywords: cunt. This one is for saying things straight out, but not for insulting people.
"Stop it," she says, hands over her face. She knows she's blushing again. Dammit.
"Stop what?" Grace asks innocently, thumb sliding low on Alice's stomach and she arches, unable to help herself.
"Can't you just--"
"But I don't know what you want, not unless you tell me where to touch you."
"You, you're just, please--" And she gets Grace's mouth on her inner thigh, so close, so close, but not enough, so not enough.
Keywords: smashing things. This one is for fury.
The stage was like—the stage felt like home, was what it was, and she spat at Steve and screamed and fought her way through every song, wearing shit-kicker boots and her old butchered school uniform. Sometimes she thought about wearing it out, after the show, because people would think she was a school girl, and then they’d see just how short the skirt was, and then they’d think she was one of the hookers who catered to those who wanted little girls, and then they’d realize both that she was so not in the right area and that her boots were really all wrong for the costume. And then, then she could get some use out of the knife she carried.
softlyforgotten told me that I should just do it anyway. As a thanks for enabling me, I am stealing her format, because story snippets are always fun. (Also, two of them are from my big bang universe. See if you can guess which ones? Only one of them is from the actual story.)Obviously feel free to ask me for icons.
The other purpose of this post is to say that I may not be around much, in the next two weeks. I won't post, I might comment on your stuff, but mostly, academics and big bang are conspiring to take over my life. If you need me, my email is homeless dot sky at gmail dot com. ♥
These are the rules:
1. Reply to this post, and I will pick six of your icons.
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and talk about the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon glee.
Keywords: once upon a story. Default icon.
Lisa has stolen her mother's straw hat, because even the Great North gets sunny in the summertime, and she doesn't need any more freckles, okay? But she's not actually here, isn't actually sitting in the grass underneath the oldest oak in the park: no, she's miles and miles further south, walking along the edge of the ocean; no, she's in a different galaxy, naming a new star; no, no, she's actually here, fingers folding down the corner to keep her place, because a familiar shadow is falling across the page. She looks up and Helena plucks the book out of her hand, grinning. "Come back to my world," she says and steals Lisa's hat.
Keywords: shout out loud. This one is for feminism and for things that are awesome. Because Lindsey is.
"Fuck you, let me go out and sign." Lindsey's on the couch in the dressing room, attempting to wrap up her ankle so it won't hurt so goddamn much when she has to stand on it.
Steve's staring at her. "You know, I'm kind of drunk, but that doesn't mean I didn't see you go down hard on that ankle, and we have a show tomorrow, you know? You can take the night off."
She gives up on her foot and slams her hand against the couch in frustration. "No, Steve, there--there was this girl, I saw her before the show, and I didn't have time to stop but I waved and told her to come by after and she could get a picture with me. She was here with her mom, okay, she was like sixteen and she looked so fucking happy when I said that."
Steve sighs. "Zoid, get up, come on. Lean on me. If you're gonna be an idiot, I'll help."
Keywords: don't send me no more letters no. This one is, well, I had to have a Gerard icon and it matches my Lindsey icon? Also, that video. You know.
It's the third fucking week in this fucking place, and Gerard is really, really sick of staring at the same four walls. Not that he's not grateful for the lack of attention, really; the first week here was, just, he doesn't want to repeat the experience, okay? He's even figured out how to maneuver eating utensils even if his fingers aren't quite back to functional yet. He doesn't think about drawing, he really doesn't. Instead, he thinks about performing, because his voice is still functional, thank you very fucking much; he thinks about performing and throwing it all back into their faces. He thinks about burning this building into the ground.
Keywords: daffodils. This one is for things that bring me joy.
The flowers are new, he thinks stupidly as he walks into the garden and stops before he can step on them. He finds his voice. "Grandma, did you grow these?"
She looks up in his general direction, eyes sliding past his face, blank. "Sweetheart, is that you?"
"Yeah, I--work got out early yesterday, you don't mind, right? I know I said I'd come tomorrow, but I found an earlier train ticket, and--"
She cuts him off with a wave, imperious even in a big fuzzy pink sweater. "Of course not. You can help me with the roses. That nice girl next door helped me make the lawn more fun, and now I want my rosebushes to bloom again."
Keywords: cunt. This one is for saying things straight out, but not for insulting people.
"Stop it," she says, hands over her face. She knows she's blushing again. Dammit.
"Stop what?" Grace asks innocently, thumb sliding low on Alice's stomach and she arches, unable to help herself.
"Can't you just--"
"But I don't know what you want, not unless you tell me where to touch you."
"You, you're just, please--" And she gets Grace's mouth on her inner thigh, so close, so close, but not enough, so not enough.
Keywords: smashing things. This one is for fury.
The stage was like—the stage felt like home, was what it was, and she spat at Steve and screamed and fought her way through every song, wearing shit-kicker boots and her old butchered school uniform. Sometimes she thought about wearing it out, after the show, because people would think she was a school girl, and then they’d see just how short the skirt was, and then they’d think she was one of the hookers who catered to those who wanted little girls, and then they’d realize both that she was so not in the right area and that her boots were really all wrong for the costume. And then, then she could get some use out of the knife she carried.
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Date: 2009-04-16 06:46 am (UTC)Those two, they're mine (insomuch as characters ever are), and Grace is a tiny brunette who wears long flowered skirts and blouses, so it's very much a case of looks being deceiving (she totally has a dirty mind, but hides it very well). Alice is tall and kind of curvy, and she blushes a lot. Grace loves it.