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( end of year fic meme )

06. From my past year of writing, what was...
My Best Story: I feel a bit strange for putting this here because it is so damn short but I'm going to say to the other side which is a gen, y tu mamá también about Louisa.
Story Most Underappreciated By The Universe: Red Balloons; Dollhouse; Alpha/Echo. I guess? I don't know.
Most Fun: Probably my pacific fics, burned out bulbs on a ferris wheel [Chuckler/Leckie/Stella] and we can't afford this luxury (so let's steal it) [Chuckler/Leckie] or polish it 'til it shines [Veronica Mars, Veroncia/Leo, Keith]
Most Disappointing: Uh, one that hasn't yet been attributed to me because it was a gift for someone else, I'm afraid. :(
Most Sexy: Oh god I have no idea. Maybe my Mal/Simon ficlet? Or perhaps one of the Jack/Claire ones? I can't pick. You tell me, haha.
Hardest To Write: Definitely my Topher/Paul fic and nobody needs to read that so I'm not linking to it, lol. Also don't know where we're going [but we know where we're at] which is also claire/jack. I am still not sure how I feel about that one.
Most Unintentionally Telling: ??

Choice Lines:
Crew ain't stupid, that's for sure. There's things they know, and things they know but know better'n to say out loud. - [HERE]

They say that you can never go home again. And Veronica supposes that in a strictly metaphorical sense, that's all too true. But in other ways? In other ways, that notion couldn't be more than false. Sure, nothing really stays quite the same.
But some things?
Well, some things never change.
-[polish it 'til it shines, veronica mars, HERE]

"Alcatraz, the Bay, would you swim for it?" she clarifies. "I mean, even if you knew you'd probably drown or freeze to death or get shot, even if you had to leave people behind. If it meant getting out of there, would you swim for it?"
...omitted...
"I think," he takes a few moments before he answers, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'd swim for it. Every time."
-[swim for your life [lies for your lover], the vampire diaries, HERE]

When he wakes up, he's lying in soft green grass. He can smell something cooking on the air and he lifts his nose to get a good sniff. Barbecue.
He can hear music.
"Come on, boy!" Walt stands before him, ten years old again. He holds a tennis ball in his hand and he tosses it across the yard. "Fetch, Vincent! Fetch!"
Vincent does.
- [the woods that i've run through, lost, HERE]

Ten years old. No -- younger. Swing sets and mary janes, bluest of blue skies. Even in those days she used to think about the end of the world, as children often do. There are always stories and warnings and whispers. You grow up knowing that somehow, it all ends.
- [to the other side, HERE]

They're driving through a mountain pass one night after a full day of sleeping and fucking, and Claire reaches across, her fingers resting at the back of Jack's neck, twisting in his short hair.
"What are your dreams of?" he asks her, after a beat.
It is Claire's turn to laugh this time.
"You," she says simply. "Only you."
- [every road takes us farther from home, lost, HERE]

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( end of year fic meme )

06. From my past year of writing, what was...
My Best Story: I feel a bit strange for putting this here because it is so damn short but I'm going to say to the other side which is a gen, y tu mamá también about Louisa.
Story Most Underappreciated By The Universe: Red Balloons; Dollhouse; Alpha/Echo. I guess? I don't know.
Most Fun: Probably my pacific fics, burned out bulbs on a ferris wheel [Chuckler/Leckie/Stella] and we can't afford this luxury (so let's steal it) [Chuckler/Leckie] or polish it 'til it shines [Veronica Mars, Veroncia/Leo, Keith]
Most Disappointing: Uh, one that hasn't yet been attributed to me because it was a gift for someone else, I'm afraid. :(
Most Sexy: Oh god I have no idea. Maybe my Mal/Simon ficlet? Or perhaps one of the Jack/Claire ones? I can't pick. You tell me, haha.
Hardest To Write: Definitely my Topher/Paul fic and nobody needs to read that so I'm not linking to it, lol. Also don't know where we're going [but we know where we're at] which is also claire/jack. I am still not sure how I feel about that one.
Most Unintentionally Telling: ??

Choice Lines:
Crew ain't stupid, that's for sure. There's things they know, and things they know but know better'n to say out loud. - [HERE]

They say that you can never go home again. And Veronica supposes that in a strictly metaphorical sense, that's all too true. But in other ways? In other ways, that notion couldn't be more than false. Sure, nothing really stays quite the same.
But some things?
Well, some things never change.
-[polish it 'til it shines, veronica mars, HERE]

"Alcatraz, the Bay, would you swim for it?" she clarifies. "I mean, even if you knew you'd probably drown or freeze to death or get shot, even if you had to leave people behind. If it meant getting out of there, would you swim for it?"
...omitted...
"I think," he takes a few moments before he answers, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'd swim for it. Every time."
-[swim for your life [lies for your lover], the vampire diaries, HERE]

When he wakes up, he's lying in soft green grass. He can smell something cooking on the air and he lifts his nose to get a good sniff. Barbecue.
He can hear music.
"Come on, boy!" Walt stands before him, ten years old again. He holds a tennis ball in his hand and he tosses it across the yard. "Fetch, Vincent! Fetch!"
Vincent does.
- [the woods that i've run through, lost, HERE]

Ten years old. No -- younger. Swing sets and mary janes, bluest of blue skies. Even in those days she used to think about the end of the world, as children often do. There are always stories and warnings and whispers. You grow up knowing that somehow, it all ends.
- [to the other side, HERE]

They're driving through a mountain pass one night after a full day of sleeping and fucking, and Claire reaches across, her fingers resting at the back of Jack's neck, twisting in his short hair.
"What are your dreams of?" he asks her, after a beat.
It is Claire's turn to laugh this time.
"You," she says simply. "Only you."
- [every road takes us farther from home, lost, HERE]