X-files: fasting for Saint Patrick
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valis2- M: Sculy, do you fell like celebration ?!
S: Uh! Mulder..!
M: Yeah! - and is head make a funny move.
S: what's on your mind -caustious.
[They kiss.]...All the world fade awey and all rathional touth, they became a man and a womam with neads, fisicals and emotionals. - This is from a PWP. It's in the middle of a seduction scene between Krycek and Mulder:
"Call me. . . Ishmael," [Krycek] breathed.
No whale is involved. Thankfully. - "Awnotthlonegnmnillndupfeelnlikivbndippdnoil." Scully whined unintelligibly.
- Mulder's heart started to compete with the loud music when the dark haired stranger got up from his seated position and started to make his way over to where Mulder was sitting.
Dark haired stranger: Hi there.
Mulder: What?
Dark haired stranger: Hi!
Mulder: What?
Dark haired stranger: HI THERE!
Mulder: *shrugs* Sorry, I can't hear you over my heart. - "You're about to fuck up Mulder," Krycek warned, eyes cruel coiled serpents.
This sentence needs so much grammatical loving that I don't even know where to begin. - Summary: After an attempt at fasting, Mulder and Scully find their St. Patrick's Day going swiftly downhill.
Wait--we're supposed to fast on St. Patrick's Day? - Okay. So here's an issue I'm having. (Warning--it concerns limb removal.) Alex Krycek had his arm amputated in a Siberian forest, either just above the elbow or a little higher. He wears a prosthetic limb. Now I am aware that I know very little about these things, honestly, but I find that I keep going, bwuh? in some fics.
Let me explain. I've read a fic where he had to go through heroics to put toothpaste on a toothbrush. Look, I can do that one-handed. It doesn't take a lot of skill, just a flat surface for the toothbrush. Also, there was one fic where he just about couldn't get his pants off without help. huh? How the hell does he get dressed? I mean, I'm sure it's a pain, but still, after having this disability for awhile, you know he's figured out ways to cope. And now I've just read a fic where he is shrugging with only one shoulder. Okay, fine, I'm not really knowledgeable about prosthetics, and how the prosthetic is strapped on and that sort of thing, but I'm fairly certain he'd still be able to shrug both shoulders. /rant - X-files/Animaniacs crossover. Also X-files/Monty Python. Um. Not making this up.
- One day, Walter Sergei Skinner was sitting in his office doing some work when a bee came by and stung him on the back of his neck.
This is half of a fic. I am not kidding. - [Skinner to Krycek:] "That's Mister Skinner-Krycek to you, Mister Krycek-Skinner.
- Holy cow, Scully's name is misspelled in the title of a fic. Bad sign.
- [Mulder's mom] had been rewarded with a little girl, a beautiful little girl with silky hair and grey eyes which would soon turn the crystalline color of arctic ice.
- It's hard for me to buy Krycek giggling all the time. It really irks me. Maybe it's because I haven't watched enough canon--does he giggle a lot? But there's one thing I do know--Skinner doesn't giggle. I'm reading a giggling!Skinner fic right now and it's a bit head-scratchy for me. Also, Skinner keeps saying "Christ on a crutch" and now I'm wondering if that's canon. ETA: He says it in multiple fics by multiple authors. *boggles* Is this some sort of fandom hive-mind, or is it really canon?
- Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
There are plenty of ways you can hurt a man Queen
Let this be a lesson to us all on how not to quote song lyrics. Or rather, how to quote them for maximum unintentional hilarity. - [Author's note:]The following story is my small tribute to the paranormal phenomena found in the Midwest.
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Date: 2009-11-30 12:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-11-30 12:38 am (UTC)Daganna (http://www.wraithbait.com/viewstory.php?sid=7740&chapter=2), a SGA fic
Or, if you want a Riptide version...
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Nick was nearly finished with the latest issue of Aviation Monthly when Cody emerged from below. He looked up and tossed the magazine to the side. "I can't believe you're serious about this."
"Yes, I am," said Cody determinedly. "I promised Mr. Ishmael that we'd investigate--"
"He's crazy," said Nick, poking the air with his finger. "And you're crazy, too, if you believe that his friend is a dolphin--"
"Whale, Nick." Cody put his hands on his hips. "Mr. Ahab is a whale."
"Whatever. Crazy. Fruitcake. Nutso."
"Does this mean you won't help?" asked Cody, looking worried.
Nick sighed. "Of course I'll help. But--"
"Guys! Guys!!" shouted Murray, sprinting down the steps. "I've found a possible location! The tracking tag that Mr. Ishmael gave us--I finally managed to pinpoint it!"
Cody gave Nick an imploring look.
"Fine!" said Nick, rubbing the back of his neck. "Fine. What do you think, Murray, Mimi or Riptide?"
"Oh, the Riptide, definitely," said Murray. "I'd have to transfer too much equipment, otherwise. And we're fairly close."
Cody smiled triumphantly and raced up to the wheelhouse, and within minutes they were underway, Nick feeling a sense of doom blossoming inside of him.
His nerves frayed further as they motored their way out of the harbor and out into the open water, and even more as they passed the Channel Islands. Cody, on the other hand, looked more and more excited.
"You changed sweaters," said Nick, coming up into the wheelhouse.
"I was getting cold, and the double cable-knit keeps out the chill better." Cody pointed out across the horizon. "Look, we're nearly to the coordinates!"
"You really think his story's true, don't you?" asked Nick, looking in his eyes.
Cody paused for a moment, then gave him a look. "All my life I wished I could swim in the ocean--the way that fish do. I always wanted to live in three dimensions. I mean, we do, but...think about it, Nick, you could travel the world, see things no one's ever seen..."
"Cody, no one can turn into a whale," said Nick. "Are you listening to me?"
"Guys!" shouted Murray. "We're getting closer! We're nearly on top of him!"
Cody lowered the speed of the Riptide. "You never know," he said quietly. "Please, Nick, I just want to see."
They motored forward slowly, until they could see a small shape in the water. A weak hand raised up and waved at them shakily.
"Mr. Ahab?" called out Murray. "We're coming!"
Nick and Cody pulled the nude, waterlogged man into the boat. He was chilled to the bone, and they put him in the shower first and then bundled him in towels and brought him into the salon.
"I knew it was real," whispered Cody, grinning like a fool.
"Look, let's not jump to conclusions," said Nick.
And then he noticed the radio tag in Mr. Ahab's ear.
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Date: 2009-11-30 03:21 am (UTC)(I've started to forget that Riptide isn't actually about Cody's adventures of being a were-whale. In my head he only bought a boat because he needed access to deep sea once a month. And when Nick came to live there he tried to hide it, but that was VERY DIFFICULT, and Cody thought Nick wouldn't want anything to do with him when he found out, but actually Nick bought him whale mugs and kissed him a lot and that is why whale mugs make them SO HAPPY, because they are a symbol of understanding and DEEP TRUE LOVE. I love Riptide.)
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Date: 2009-11-30 03:26 am (UTC)And I love your scenario. It is so much better than my little fic. And yes, whale mugs, and deep true love, and Riptide, and absolutely beautiful.
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Date: 2009-12-02 04:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-02 04:18 am (UTC)"within minutes they were underway, Nick feeling a sense of doom blossoming inside of him." GUH. I'm sort of stuck on that sentence and haven't moved on from there. But it's freakishly adorable.
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Date: 2009-12-02 04:22 am (UTC)And Nick is very good at the doomy doom doom song. Very good. Cody likes to ignore the doom song, to his peril. But he can handle the peril, and if he can't (it's too perilous!) then Nick can, so I suppose it all works out in the end.
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Date: 2009-12-02 04:26 am (UTC)