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randomly tuesday
1. My brain is all over the place. I have been trying to finish up my bigbang, and I already know some of it needs ripping to shreds. There are bits I have been "ahahaha that is wrong and evil and I'm so doing it" but that is also my brain. there are also bits where I have said "this sucks, but is necessary". Also, I need to trudge through some more back story for one bit.
2. Covert Affairs fic: Annie/Joan femslash
3. THIS COMMERCIAL. Politics is on a cow
4. I have these odd urges to create comms for Audrey Parker and/or the women of Haven, not to mention the women of Eureka (there isn't a Eureka ladies comm as far as I can tell?). But then, that would be work. I'm anti-work.
5. Since I can't manage proper Kara/Sam fic, have a bit of the BSG meets Fifth Element thing (pls remember it is unedited)
Kara had managed to get Pretty Boy out of her cab and into the building. Luckily, there was an elevator. If there had been stairs, she would have dumped him in the foyer and walked back out, deciding her job was done.
The fourth floor was badly-lit, and dingy, though she could see where someone had tried to get it clean. She kept Pretty Boy up-right only because he was half-conscious. His arm weighed heavily on her shoulders, and she really hoped he wouldn't end up passing out the rest of the way. He'd take her down with him, and then she'd be forced to leave him in the middle of the floor.
Knocking on the priest Elosha's door, Kara didn't bother plastering a smile over her scowl.
"Weddings are two floors down," said the priest, her tone dismissive.
Kara kicked at the door before it could close, knocking it from her hands, "He's not my fiancee, he's my fare." She grunted as Pretty Boy finally began sagging, "And I'm going to drop him if you don't give me a hand."
There was a moment where she seriously thought the woman wouldn't move, and then she did, taking his other side and stopping the slow topple to the floor. "I'm not sure what he wants from me."
"No idea," Kara managed as they lugged him inside and got him onto a low couch. She tried not to brush her fingers against his face, but found herself checking to make sure he wasn't, like, dying or concussed badly. "He fell into my cab, then started babbling about a priest--you. And he's got this tattoo."
As soon as she was done, she was so out of here. She was not getting herself involved in Pretty Boy's problems. Last time she'd helped a man, he'd gotten her screwed-over.
"Tattoo?"
"Yeah," she pulled his arm up, turning it so the priest could see, "Kinda weird, huh?"
"Oh. Oh my. Th-that's--" The priest flailed her hands, then clapped her hands over her mouth and fainted dead away.
"Great," Kara muttered, surveying the woman and looking around for some way of rousing her. "Just frakking great."
eta: 6. btw, self, you should maybe update fsrewatch. *guilts*
2. Covert Affairs fic: Annie/Joan femslash
3. THIS COMMERCIAL. Politics is on a cow
4. I have these odd urges to create comms for Audrey Parker and/or the women of Haven, not to mention the women of Eureka (there isn't a Eureka ladies comm as far as I can tell?). But then, that would be work. I'm anti-work.
5. Since I can't manage proper Kara/Sam fic, have a bit of the BSG meets Fifth Element thing (pls remember it is unedited)
Kara had managed to get Pretty Boy out of her cab and into the building. Luckily, there was an elevator. If there had been stairs, she would have dumped him in the foyer and walked back out, deciding her job was done.
The fourth floor was badly-lit, and dingy, though she could see where someone had tried to get it clean. She kept Pretty Boy up-right only because he was half-conscious. His arm weighed heavily on her shoulders, and she really hoped he wouldn't end up passing out the rest of the way. He'd take her down with him, and then she'd be forced to leave him in the middle of the floor.
Knocking on the priest Elosha's door, Kara didn't bother plastering a smile over her scowl.
"Weddings are two floors down," said the priest, her tone dismissive.
Kara kicked at the door before it could close, knocking it from her hands, "He's not my fiancee, he's my fare." She grunted as Pretty Boy finally began sagging, "And I'm going to drop him if you don't give me a hand."
There was a moment where she seriously thought the woman wouldn't move, and then she did, taking his other side and stopping the slow topple to the floor. "I'm not sure what he wants from me."
"No idea," Kara managed as they lugged him inside and got him onto a low couch. She tried not to brush her fingers against his face, but found herself checking to make sure he wasn't, like, dying or concussed badly. "He fell into my cab, then started babbling about a priest--you. And he's got this tattoo."
As soon as she was done, she was so out of here. She was not getting herself involved in Pretty Boy's problems. Last time she'd helped a man, he'd gotten her screwed-over.
"Tattoo?"
"Yeah," she pulled his arm up, turning it so the priest could see, "Kinda weird, huh?"
"Oh. Oh my. Th-that's--" The priest flailed her hands, then clapped her hands over her mouth and fainted dead away.
"Great," Kara muttered, surveying the woman and looking around for some way of rousing her. "Just frakking great."
eta: 6. btw, self, you should maybe update fsrewatch. *guilts*
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And Sam makes the PERFECT 'perfect being'.
even if flipping it really shows just HOW OFTEN L. is basically carted around over Dallas's shoulder, sheeshno subject
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