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Meme.
Give me a prompt and a pairing/character and I will give you one to five lines of the fic it's from.
I have soooo much to write (might be re-writing my ENTIRE Inception Bang... eep?) and am blocked like a blocked thing. I want to purge all the random in my brain tomorrow night and start fresh! Also, also, stuff like this has spawned full fic before ya know?
Meme.
Give me a prompt and a pairing/character and I will give you one to five lines of the fic it's from.
I have soooo much to write (might be re-writing my ENTIRE Inception Bang... eep?) and am blocked like a blocked thing. I want to purge all the random in my brain tomorrow night and start fresh! Also, also, stuff like this has spawned full fic before ya know?
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"Don't make me hurt you."
"Don't make me laugh," Ronon says, tapping the pair of scissors against John's ear. "Might lose something you need."
"Lice?" John repeats again, as if saying it enough times will make it stop being true. He looks up and back and Ronon grinning down at him. Ronon with a short, back and sides of all things. "We're living in a city that can fly and we can't come up with a better lice treatment than this?"
"What can I say?" Ronon says, shrugging and grasps a handful of John's hair. "Everything's made more badass in Pegasus."
--2--
"Every time," Arthur complains, yanking a pair of purple boxer briefs free of one of his once white shirts.
"You should separate your whites from your eyesores," Ariadne pipes up from the other side of the laundry room, looking far too gleeful while Arthur sorts through the rest of his massacred clothes. Nothing has survived the purpling.
"There better be a fucking fantastic blowjob in my future," Arthur growls. "Or he's going off the side of the nearest building the next time we go under."
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