so you can *throw* things at me? i don't think so!

[krickets]

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!

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[crickets.livejournal.com]

(Sorry so late!)

"I can see you, you know?" she says. "I always can."

"Do you consider that a weakness?" he asks. He's genuinely interested. She reaches past him and pulls a copy of People Magazine from the rack in front of him.

"No, but you probably do," she laughs. "You," she says pointedly, "are one obsessed little yellow-eyed demon."

"It's not that," he says, catching sight of himself in the window of a passing bus. Not a bad specimen, he thinks. He hadn't really gotten a good look before he'd leapt this time.

"But that's precisely it," she says. "It just drives you crazy that we cylons can't be possessed."

"Okay, so maybe that is it." He confesses, shoving his hands into his pockets defensively as he watches her pay the vendor.

"But you're forgetting something," she says as she climbs the steps to her apartment building, him at her heels.

"Oh?"

"There are..." she says, a coy smile on her lips, "other ways to get inside."

[o-glorianna.livejournal.com]

Um. You know you have to continue this snippet now, right? Right? No backing out!! (OK, maybe you can, but omg! I would totally love to know what happens next!)

Such a teaser! Ack!