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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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Kara's never seen herself more clearly than she does in the mirror in the bathroom where Leoben keeps her on New Caprica.
"This is who you are," she tells herself. Meaning, weak. Meaning, helpless.
Leoben tells her she is strong, tells her she is more than she could ever dream, and the truth is that Kara wants to believe him.
She puts up walls at first, walls she doesn't even have to really construct. They're just there, a part of her makeup. But then he starts to break them down, brick by brick. Kara wants to hate him for that. But instead she starts to see exactly what he sees. She starts to believe.
"Don't you see?" he asks her. "Why don't you see?"
She looks at him, touches his face, and tells him, "I do see, Leoben. I do." And then she stabs him through the heart for the first time.
So afraid is she, of her own reflection.
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Thanks.
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Really, there's no way not to go dark with them. Very nice.
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