Pros Icon Drabble Meme anyone?

So... this is probably a very bad idea, but since I'm supposed to be on a school placement that I don't yet have tomorrow, and will therefore be sitting around at home wibbling instead...

A year or so ago, I pinched a meme from mothfic2 wherein people were supposed to write a perfect 100 word drabble for their default icons. I quite fancied doing it again, but I realised that I've still got the same default icon (I like it!) so that wouldn't work...

So I thought I might flip it over and hopefully kick-start writing-mode tomorrow...

If you post a comment below, I will write a drabble to go with the icon that you use... bearing in mind that unless you request otherwise (which you totally can!) it will most likely be Pros!

And if anyone else fancies playing at writing drabbles to icons, it's ever so fun to do... *g*

Any takers at all? *g*

Pros Icon Drabble Meme anyone?

So... this is probably a very bad idea, but since I'm supposed to be on a school placement that I don't yet have tomorrow, and will therefore be sitting around at home wibbling instead...

A year or so ago, I pinched a meme from mothfic2 wherein people were supposed to write a perfect 100 word drabble for their default icons. I quite fancied doing it again, but I realised that I've still got the same default icon (I like it!) so that wouldn't work...

So I thought I might flip it over and hopefully kick-start writing-mode tomorrow...

If you post a comment below, I will write a drabble to go with the icon that you use... bearing in mind that unless you request otherwise (which you totally can!) it will most likely be Pros!

And if anyone else fancies playing at writing drabbles to icons, it's ever so fun to do... *g*

Any takers at all? *g*

Pros Icon Drabbles - for MsMoat - Press

Press
He could press close against Doyle all day long. Feel the heat of him, the lightning-flash energy of him rushing from pulse to pulse, feel his chest rising as he stared at the map and thought and schemed.

Imagine all that warmth and movement his, his against pale sheets, his in the dim night light, against the soft slow thrum of the sleeping city. And Doyle would lose his frown, his thoughts, lose everything except Bodie, lying there together.

He could press close against Doyle all day long.

But he wouldn't.

I offered drabbles for icons last night, and this is the first one. Yeay writing, even if it is "just" drabbles!

Pros Icon Drabbles - for MsMoat - Press

Press
He could press close against Doyle all day long. Feel the heat of him, the lightning-flash energy of him rushing from pulse to pulse, feel his chest rising as he stared at the map and thought and schemed.

Imagine all that warmth and movement his, his against pale sheets, his in the dim night light, against the soft slow thrum of the sleeping city. And Doyle would lose his frown, his thoughts, lose everything except Bodie, lying there together.

He could press close against Doyle all day long.

But he wouldn't.

I offered drabbles for icons last night, and this is the first one. Yeay writing, even if it is "just" drabbles!

Pros Icon Drabbles - for Erushi - Waiting

Waiting
When it wasn't you sick, hospitals were mostly tea and time. Too much time sitting and drinking, thinking. A poet and he didn't know it? Bodie'd look at him for that one, maybe twitch him a half-grin, roll his eyes. And Doyle would laugh at his own wit, because that was what made Bodie smile.

The tea tasted horrible. He slurped at it anyway against the cloying medicine of it all, the sharp antiseptic, the wounds and the wear. He sat and thought, and time ticked too slowly, ravelling sleeves and mending blood and bone.

Waiting for Bodie to smile.

Pros Icon Drabbles - for Erushi - Waiting

Waiting
When it wasn't you sick, hospitals were mostly tea and time. Too much time sitting and drinking, thinking. A poet and he didn't know it? Bodie'd look at him for that one, maybe twitch him a half-grin, roll his eyes. And Doyle would laugh at his own wit, because that was what made Bodie smile.

The tea tasted horrible. He slurped at it anyway against the cloying medicine of it all, the sharp antiseptic, the wounds and the wear. He sat and thought, and time ticked too slowly, ravelling sleeves and mending blood and bone.

Waiting for Bodie to smile.

Pros Icon Drabbles - for Heliophile - Shine

Shine
Dawn saw them still in black: wool and cotton and leather and...

The fear was black too, lurking dark despite the wind-down of questions and answers and threats across tables. They couldn't be arrested for it, but interrogation was its own kind of terror-filled night. Not for poor honest Sammy who'd snuffed it, but for Pulman, for Khamami. For them.

After nights like this they needed dawn with its harsh white glare, bright enough to blind them, shining them into daylight. It helped, then, if all they could see was each other, in wool and cotton and leather and...


And inspired a little bit by the conversation over at shooting2kill's lj...

Pros Icon Drabbles - for Heliophile - Shine

Shine
Dawn saw them still in black: wool and cotton and leather and...

The fear was black too, lurking dark despite the wind-down of questions and answers and threats across tables. They couldn't be arrested for it, but interrogation was its own kind of terror-filled night. Not for poor honest Sammy who'd snuffed it, but for Pulman, for Khamami. For them.

After nights like this they needed dawn with its harsh white glare, bright enough to blind them, shining them into daylight. It helped, then, if all they could see was each other, in wool and cotton and leather and...


And inspired a little bit by the conversation over at shooting2kill's lj...

Pros Icon Drabbles - for MagentaBlue - Games

Games

Games, play a game... He's there for you, leaning against that wall, the brickwork scraping rough against his arse, his eyes, his bold green eyes downcast, submissive, waiting. If you asked him to, he'd turn around and his fingers would undo the button, unzip the zip, and he'd push down those jeans, ruck up that shirt and jacket, and... There he'd be, waiting.

For you.

If you wanted to, you'd put your hands on that arse, and he'd beg you with a sigh. You'd push your cock deep into him, and he'd gasp your name, and...

If you wanted to.

Pros Icon Drabbles - for MagentaBlue - Games

Games

Games, play a game... He's there for you, leaning against that wall, the brickwork scraping rough against his arse, his eyes, his bold green eyes downcast, submissive, waiting. If you asked him to, he'd turn around and his fingers would undo the button, unzip the zip, and he'd push down those jeans, ruck up that shirt and jacket, and... There he'd be, waiting.

For you.

If you wanted to, you'd put your hands on that arse, and he'd beg you with a sigh. You'd push your cock deep into him, and he'd gasp your name, and...

If you wanted to.

Pros Icon Drabbles - for Ailcia - Smile

Smile
Smile at him. Smile as if it were going out of fashion, this thing you do with your mouth, with your lips and your teeth. Smile as if he's struck right through to the heart of you, and showed you what smiling is all about.

Go on, you can do it.

He was funny, after all.

Smile more, smile harder, make him believe it, with your eyes staring up at him, face stretched wide away as if...

As if what he just said didn't matter, didn't mean anything, wasn't true.

Everyone falls in love with me, Doyle.

'course they do.

Pros Icon Drabbles - for Ailcia - Smile

Smile
Smile at him. Smile as if it were going out of fashion, this thing you do with your mouth, with your lips and your teeth. Smile as if he's struck right through to the heart of you, and showed you what smiling is all about.

Go on, you can do it.

He was funny, after all.

Smile more, smile harder, make him believe it, with your eyes staring up at him, face stretched wide away as if...

As if what he just said didn't matter, didn't mean anything, wasn't true.

Everyone falls in love with me, Doyle.

'course they do.

GIP!

They're not mine, neither of them are mine, but I saw them juxtaposed via my email, and... how beautifully do these two icons go together? Can't you just see Bodie standing at the door, having come home, staring down and... *vbg*



ailcia and probodie please don't hate me for borrowing your icons, they were just... irresistable!

'course, for all I know just at the moment they could have been from the same ep/scene - although Doyle looks like The Rack Doyle and... hmmn - nope, can't think of the ep that Bodie's from...

GIP!

They're not mine, neither of them are mine, but I saw them juxtaposed via my email, and... how beautifully do these two icons go together? Can't you just see Bodie standing at the door, having come home, staring down and... *vbg*



ailcia and probodie please don't hate me for borrowing your icons, they were just... irresistable!

'course, for all I know just at the moment they could have been from the same ep/scene - although Doyle looks like The Rack Doyle and... hmmn - nope, can't think of the ep that Bodie's from...

What Your Taste in Art Says About You Meme Thingie

Gacked from probodie - and all surprised I am, because on the one hand I like the pic that she got much better, but on the other hand, the little description seems mostly fairly apt!

Your result for What Your Taste in Art Says About You Test...

Balanced, Secure, and Realistic.

4 Impressionist, -12 Islamic, -12 Ukiyo-e, -3 Cubist, 4 Abstract and -18 Renaissance!

Impressionism is a movement in French painting, sometimes called optical realism because of its almost scientific interest in the actual visual experience and effect of light and movement on appearance of objects. Impressionist paintings are balanced, use colored shadows, use pure color, broken brushstrokes, thick paint, and scenes from everyday life or nature.

( The What it all means bit - and a bit of commentary )

What Your Taste in Art Says About You Meme Thingie

Gacked from probodie - and all surprised I am, because on the one hand I like the pic that she got much better, but on the other hand, the little description seems mostly fairly apt!

Your result for What Your Taste in Art Says About You Test...

Balanced, Secure, and Realistic.

4 Impressionist, -12 Islamic, -12 Ukiyo-e, -3 Cubist, 4 Abstract and -18 Renaissance!

Impressionism is a movement in French painting, sometimes called optical realism because of its almost scientific interest in the actual visual experience and effect of light and movement on appearance of objects. Impressionist paintings are balanced, use colored shadows, use pure color, broken brushstrokes, thick paint, and scenes from everyday life or nature.

( The What it all means bit - and a bit of commentary )

Pros Icon Drabbles - for VeronicaLuv - Publicity

Publicity
In the picture that's been taken for some ridiculous, unknown reason by a marketing company that Cowley's had his eye on for months, Bodie is standing in the back row, and Doyle is sitting just below him, on the bench. Jax is to his right, and Marks the other side of Bodie, and they're surrounded by agents in various shades of tough and pleasant and jovial.

Some publicity, they're all wearing their holsters.

Four snips and the world is different, and Doyle keeps the picture in a book in his bedside cabinet.

Bodie's the only one who knows it's there.

Pros Icon Drabbles - for VeronicaLuv - Publicity

Publicity
In the picture that's been taken for some ridiculous, unknown reason by a marketing company that Cowley's had his eye on for months, Bodie is standing in the back row, and Doyle is sitting just below him, on the bench. Jax is to his right, and Marks the other side of Bodie, and they're surrounded by agents in various shades of tough and pleasant and jovial.

Some publicity, they're all wearing their holsters.

Four snips and the world is different, and Doyle keeps the picture in a book in his bedside cabinet.

Bodie's the only one who knows it's there.

Pros Icon Drabbles - for SCFossil - When I'm 64

When I'm 64
I try and imagine you as sixty four, all grey hair and beard, staring at me across the breakfast table, but all I can manage is the beard because you had one that time you went undercover in Dover. I told you then you frightened the ferries to moving faster, that you had another job lined up one day.

Such a long time ago, mate... Nothing's the same now. I miss it. I can't picture your face looking older and I never will be able to...

You're no older sunshine, not even at sixty three.

Now cut the bloody cake.

Pros Icon Drabbles - for SCFossil - When I'm 64

When I'm 64
I try and imagine you as sixty four, all grey hair and beard, staring at me across the breakfast table, but all I can manage is the beard because you had one that time you went undercover in Dover. I told you then you frightened the ferries to moving faster, that you had another job lined up one day.

Such a long time ago, mate... Nothing's the same now. I miss it. I can't picture your face looking older and I never will be able to...

You're no older sunshine, not even at sixty three.

Now cut the bloody cake.

Pros Icon Drabbles - for Firlefanzine - Happiness

Happiness
The sun shone warm on the flat white paving stones, soaked into Bodie's bones, his blood, his dreams. He woke slowly, revelling in it, in the fact that there was no one shooting at them, no one shouting for them, and there was another twelve days of just the same to come. He stretched lazily, feeling sleepy, cat-like.

Beside him Doyle dozed on his stomach, face half buried in the angle of his arms, and Bodie's gaze wandered across his shoulders, down the line of his tanning back, and even further.

Holiday, and cream of his very own.

He smiled.

Pros Icon Drabbles - for Firlefanzine - Happiness

Happiness
The sun shone warm on the flat white paving stones, soaked into Bodie's bones, his blood, his dreams. He woke slowly, revelling in it, in the fact that there was no one shooting at them, no one shouting for them, and there was another twelve days of just the same to come. He stretched lazily, feeling sleepy, cat-like.

Beside him Doyle dozed on his stomach, face half buried in the angle of his arms, and Bodie's gaze wandered across his shoulders, down the line of his tanning back, and even further.

Holiday, and cream of his very own.

He smiled.