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[nny]

Genuinely curious about this one. See, in my head, everything bad that I do is held solid in a web that you all have pinned up somewhere, so you can refer back to it when I next screw up and say 'ah, well, we never expected better of course'. The good stuff I do impresses you for a little less than 24 hours and then it's gone. This is no reflection on you, it's just how my brain works. So: meme!


quote a bit of my fic at me? Find that one fic of mine that you really like, and find a sentence or a paragraph that presses your prose-buttons in the right way, and comment here with it? Don't care how long or short.




I steal from fahye.

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[fahye.livejournal.com]

It'd taken some doing, scouting around, but eventually he'd found an enormously tasteless post card featuring pigs in straw hats. On the back he'd scrawled 'heaven has no taste' in his spidery writing.

He was trying to be ironic, and he was trying to let on that he'd enjoyed it without any admission of the sort.

He got the impression that Raguel would understand.

POSTCARDS <3333 My love for that fic (and all of your other brilliant, sly, pitch-perfect explorations of the Milli-ethereals) knows no bounds.

[jumperkid.livejournal.com]

This is long, but frankly I'd quote the entire fic if I could.

He liked playing his game. The nervous feeling in his stomach was part of what made it fun, the trouble he knew he’d get into if they ever worked out he’d been out of his cupboard at night. Sometimes he felt the little hairs on his neck standing up, even though he wasn’t scared, and he got a funny feeling like someone was watching him- like that time he’d been in the playground and he’d turned around to see a strange man staring at him. The man had been really scruffily dressed, he looked really poor, and for some reason Harry had thought maybe he knew Aunt Petunia because he looked like he recognised Harry, only when Aunt Petunia had caught him looking she’d hurried them straight home.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

And then later still, when the fire is soft glowing embers, and Rodney has leaned close enough to John that his lower lip is likely leaving smears of ashes across John's ear.

(Speak truly.)

"Be safe," he says, breath-soft. "That was all."

The closeness and the intimacy, the way you describe so much in so few words - wow. Always leaves me shivery.

[crysothemis.livejournal.com]

"No, no, I am. I really, really am. Just.” he held up a finger. “For the record? I don’t do feet. At all. If feet are your thing, much as I hate having to say this to you because do you have any idea how long I’ve - yes. Well. I’m afraid feet are right out, regardless."

That is one of my favorite Rodney lines ever. Plus, "It’s been a deal breaker before."

Hee! I mean, not only am I laughing, I'm hearing Rodney's voice perfectly in my head, and how awesome is that?

[ariadne83]

"Done?"

Rodney nodded, giving it a second or two before he peeled Jeannie's fingers away from where they'd tangled into the sleeve of his Mr Fantastic shirt.

"Done. One closet-monster trap, armed and ready. Now go to sleep and stop annoying me, brat features."

Jeannie's arms wrapped around his neck tightly enough almost to choke him.

"Hate you, Meredith."

"Yes, yes," he rolled his eyes again but couldn't help his smile. "Hate you too."
Really, the whole ficlet. It expresses their relationship completely and concisely, and it made get *get* their dynamic in a way that I hadn't with the show. There's all sorts of subtle things here, too - like the way that he has to peel her fingers away shows how scared Jeannie is, despite her bravado.

[winkingstar.livejournal.com]

"I've got a whole team on it," Dr Keller says, eyes wide and hand tight on Carson's shoulder. "Best people we have." (Really, that whole little ficlet.)

and

(He was pretty sure reading out the definition and symptoms of gangrene while slapping John's hand away from the scab on his knee was a sign of friendship, with Rodney.)

and

“Jesus, Rodney, what the hell color are your eyes, even?”

♥

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

The weird twist in John’s stomach flipped over and transmuted into the warmth that always made itself known when Rodney got his geek on, when he turned and smiled at John like that, like just the two of them were in on the joke. He grinned back and shook his head slightly.

[sticktothestory.livejournal.com]

"What are you doing here in any case, my dear? Surely one of us is in the wrong place?"

"Yeah, you'd have thought so, wouldn't you? But apparently this is the place for all this kind of thing. Discorporate angels and demons, exorcised ghosts, humans waiting for reincarnation, all that stuff."

There was a thoughtful silence, as they listened to the conversations taking place around them.

"But surely… I mean, you could end up talking to anyone. As if we were all-"

"-the same." Crowley's voice sounded odd. "Makes you think, eh?"

There was the slightest suggestion of warmth, where his fingers should be.