tinpra

well.... you asked
*first time using this icon! *flail**

Gilmore Girls - Luke and Rory during the break-up/Christopher mess. Preferably at the diner. Bonus if Rory goes off on the mattress rant :)

Regardless, I'll take what I can get.

<3 for Luke & Rory

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Just for clarification: Luke Danes? *hopes that's luke's last name*

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aaaaand that's what i get for replying via email

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Indeed :)

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o.O

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I get email notifications of replies to my comments. gmail hides images and i don't usually bother to have them displayed so I can't see what kinds of icons ppl are using.

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dmr2158.livejournal.com

Sorry that I didn't get to see you post earlier. That is a really cool idea you have to write drabbles for people. I can't wait to read what you write - if it is allowed. I love many of the fandoms you've listed there.

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'course it's allowed. they'll all (well the one to Erin) will be posted here. i'll send you a note when it's done.

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back from my holiday! tinny, purty puhleez with spyboy on the top?

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o..o..o..also the tenth doctor. I lurve him and am going to see him in the flesh in October in Love's Labour's Lost. I was too late to get the Hamlet tickets. *sulks*

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Another f-lister of mine saw Tennant in Hamlet and thought he was fab. She also apparently got to see a flash of his underroos when he bent over to do something. ;)

Anywho, one Tenth Doctor coming up. But co-stars will have to be S3 type people as I missed all of S4 *shakes fist at cruddy television*

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Welcome back! I didn't realize you were on hols. I thought it was just a silent time for you, so to speak.

One LFN fic, duly noted.

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Oh the sadness of it...to have missed Season 4. Never mind, I'm sure you will catch up. I'm just glad we're keeping the tenth doctor.

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yep, all newly washed and rinsed in the non-stop drizzle that is the British summer. Thanks for noting my orders. I'd like a side order of fries with them please and a leetle sauce? LOLOL

Edited Date: 2008-08-08 08:49 pm (UTC)

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"You gonna finish your coffee or just stare at it?"

"I can't believe...I mean how could he just...as if, y'know, he like had any idea what was going on."

"So that's a no."

"I mean he doesn't come around, he doesn't call, he doesn't write. And, yeah, I understand the whole Gigi thing and everything but, um, hello! Been standing right here this, like, entire time. And not complaining mind you."

"So you are talking about what I think you're talking about."

"Because I don't complain. I am not a complainer. You ask Mom. She will tell you. I do not complain."

"Have to agree there. Give your mother the wrong thing and the entire town knows about it. You just take the pickles off and--"

"But that doesn't mean I'm not upset, y'know."

"Yeah I--"

"Because I am. I have waited a ridiculously long time for something that was apparently never going to happen. And now, now he decides to show up and step in and be all...father-like."

"I know right? Isn't that ridiculous."

"Completely, utterly ridiculous.”

“Because there I am, helping you out…”

“Like always.

“…and he’s all…”

“Father-like.”

“Exactly.”

“Ugh.”

“You said it. More coffee?”

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Erin's post is up

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is a drabble even possible in the GG-verse?

*gigglesnort*

Not if it's a scene with Lorelai... :D

*off to read*

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Luke is so whipped by the Gilmore girls and their coffee-addiction...

*flails you*

You rock my socks.

In return, I shall fullfil this same project for you.

Well... I'll try. Hit me, baby!

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I'd like a DW story with Nine, please.

And do you mind if I post the GG story elsewhere? Or do you want it for your lonesome. Not that I think it will make sense out of the context of this post.

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post away!!

What do you want from Nine? *squishes Nine*
*wonders if Nine will talk to Steve*

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Nothing in particular. I've wanted to see a DW/Tin Man crossover but I don't know if you can do that in 100-200 words. I'd just be happy to see Nine in all his semi-manic/semi-cantankerous glory

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*will ponder throughout the day*

*squishes Nine again*

Edited Date: 2008-08-12 01:05 pm (UTC)

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He studied her because he could, because he couldn’t sense her on the TARDIS, and because she’d dared to fall asleep in the captain’s chair. The shape of her nose, long and flaring at the ends; the length of her eyelashes and eyelids (he seemed to have a thing for big-eyed ones these last rounds); the fullness of her lips—one one color and the other another; and the roses of her cheeks which were still a bit burnished from their last stop all fascinating.

“Doctor?”

“Oh, hallo!”

“Do you mind? Your nose is two inches from mine.”

“Not even. I’d say mere centimeters.”

“Doctor.”

“Well you had this spot,” he lied glibly.

“What were going to do, wet a kerchief and wipe it off?”

“Splendid idea! Now I know I have a hankie in here somewhere…” He stepped back and began searching his pockets.

Martha’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t dare.”

He paused. “We-ell it’s not quite a dare is it?”

She vacated the chair.

“I’m just saying. I mean if it was a dare I’d be duty bound to—”

“I’m going to my room for a proper lie-down.”

And so he got to watch her leave as well.

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and the posting i did for hal is up (http://tinpra.livejournal.com/119474.html?thread=158386#t158386)

you didn't request anything...no fic?

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Squeeee! You wrote me a fic! This is so characteristic of Ten's pedantry.
“Not even. I’d say mere centimeters.”

and this whole incident is so him in hopeful denial of his feelings for Martha? At least that's what the HR in me would like to think...

Post away! Ring out the bells!

Edited Date: 2008-08-19 08:07 am (UTC)

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Who would 'you' be? Moi? I did request a spyboy fic...with as much squelch as you can muster/bear plizz.

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Also, mine is the first of the requests? Double squee and megahappee. You must know I can't stand to wait!

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“Michael…”

“Nikita.”

She made a face. “Is that the way you say the name of the woman you love?”

He made a face in response. Albeit…different.

“I see.” She tightened her grip around his neck, pulling him closer.

His hands, large and warm, never strayed from her waist though his elbows tucked in closer to her body to facilitate the proximity.

There was a tap on his shoulder. “Your wife, she has a point, Michael. Is that the way to say your wife’s name? This is the tango. It is passion. I want to see it!” Heels clicking sharply, their instructor left to check on another couple as her partner worked the other side of the room.

Michael’s arm slid around Nikita, his hands reaching up to cradle her back and caress her spine. An additional step, individualized artistic flair, was called for in the intermediate class. Michael slowly lowered her, almost losing the rhythm of the music, as he swept her nearly to the floor. He caught it again as he brought her back to herself. The maneuver wasn’t terribly original, but Nikita heard in it what he couldn’t say.

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LOL Well, spyboy is on top, just like I requested! Thankees for this and of course, you can post it wherever you like.

Burning question...is this a mission?

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That would be telling.... ;) Yes, they are on a mission.

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