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so you can *throw* things at me? i don't think so!
I've never done one of these things before, and I'm scared as shit. ←
So, I'm starting out small. I want to kick the muse into gear (she's being reluctant with a few WIPs) so comment to this post with a pairing and a prompt of any kind and I'll try to give you a few lines and if I'm feeling spry, maybe even a drabble. You guys know my fandoms.
Here's to hoping I don't buckle under the pressure!
(Caveat: No way can I write Juliet or Three... and I think that's it.)
ETA: You guys!!!!
*fires the gummybears of rage at all of you*
Quit it with the crazy crossovers! I might have to send the tickle monster after you!
↑ The Tickle Monster. FEAR HIM!
So, I'm starting out small. I want to kick the muse into gear (she's being reluctant with a few WIPs) so comment to this post with a pairing and a prompt of any kind and I'll try to give you a few lines and if I'm feeling spry, maybe even a drabble. You guys know my fandoms.
Here's to hoping I don't buckle under the pressure!
(Caveat: No way can I write Juliet or Three... and I think that's it.)
ETA: You guys!!!!
*fires the gummybears of rage at all of you*
Quit it with the crazy crossovers! I might have to send the tickle monster after you!

↑ The Tickle Monster. FEAR HIM!
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Sam has never been very good at goodbyes "We stay. We fight this," he says under a grove of trees, their backs shielded by a thick concrete wall and the sound of dogs barking in the distance.
Galen's eyes are dark and void of hope. It's been weeks since his last shave and even longer since the feel of Sam's skin. He no longer believes in a peace that ends with anything but the both of them dead.
"No," he says, shaking his head. "I will not drag you down with me, Sam. You defend me and they'll figure it out. Either way they kill you too. Got it? There's no other end to this. I go down, or we both do."
Sam knows he's right. Knows there's no other way. "Then we both go," he says and pulls the sidearm from behind him.
Galen shakes his head. "Absolutely not, soldier."
"There's word of sympathizers. In the foothills. They'll take us in." He brings his hand to rest on Galen's cheek, first contact in months and he can feel Galen relax under his touch.
Galen closes his eyes. "You always were a stubborn motherfrakker." Shots ring out. He looks. "They're getting closer, lets move."
(It's really late and I'm not too sure about it. I'm so rusty! Hope you like!)
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KC that is gorgeous, it hurts but it's so perfect.
I love it, thank you so much my dear :) It's amazing.
CHIEF! SAM!
♥
ps. I love that he calls Sam 'soldier' - that's so chief like!