700.
5.31.2012
5.30.2012
May 30
“It looked as if the designer threw up ‘stereotypically cute and romantic’ all over the room and then seasoned it with ‘tacky as hell’.”
May 30
There was a long pause as Judy Witwicky launched into a lecture involving the responsibilities of law enforcement officials and missed curfews, during which Optimus Prime shifted his feet uncomfortably.
5.29.2012
5.28.2012
May 28
She wouldn’t have believed she could still move fast, but flying bullets were a wonderful incentive.
May 28
He was sitting upright, at least, in a chair or something similar. Here goes. Mal strained at the bonds holding his arms bound to the chair’s arms–-and nearly smacked himself in the face as they flew up, unhindered by ropes or restraints of any kind. His arms weren’t tied up. Mal moved his legs experimentally. He wasn’t tied up at all. He filed this under Deeply Suspicious.
5.27.2012
5.26.2012
May 26
“I’m going to ask him where she is.”
“Who’s the she? Come to think of it, who’s he?”
“At this point, pronouns are all you get.”
“Who’s the she? Come to think of it, who’s he?”
“At this point, pronouns are all you get.”
May 26
“I need you to pretend I’m drunk,” Percy ordered quietly, as he downed his gillywater. Then, louder, he said, “Yes, I heard this fantastic song the other day called ‘A Wizard’s Staff Has a Knob on the End’ and in the spirit of universal brotherhood, I feel I ought to sing it.”
If Oliver had not understood why Percy was pretending to be drunk, he knew well enough that Percy’s singing voice was the stuff of nightmares. And not the strange ones with talking cabbages, but the really terrifying ones where Snape force-fed you poisons or you were hit repeatedly by a bludger and could never play Quiddich again. Oliver still had nightmares about Percy singing in the shower from their days at Hogwarts and woke up screaming to try and drown out the sounds in his head. He had never been so glad when he heard that Prefects had their own bathrooms at the beginning of fifth year.
“You- you wouldn’t really sing, would you Percy?”
“Just watch me,” Percy said, shoving his glasses up his nose and taking a deep breath.
“Right, you’re too drunk to be in public,” Oliver exclaimed extraordinarily quickly, grabbing Percy’s arm and dropping a galleon on the bar.
If Oliver had not understood why Percy was pretending to be drunk, he knew well enough that Percy’s singing voice was the stuff of nightmares. And not the strange ones with talking cabbages, but the really terrifying ones where Snape force-fed you poisons or you were hit repeatedly by a bludger and could never play Quiddich again. Oliver still had nightmares about Percy singing in the shower from their days at Hogwarts and woke up screaming to try and drown out the sounds in his head. He had never been so glad when he heard that Prefects had their own bathrooms at the beginning of fifth year.
“You- you wouldn’t really sing, would you Percy?”
“Just watch me,” Percy said, shoving his glasses up his nose and taking a deep breath.
“Right, you’re too drunk to be in public,” Oliver exclaimed extraordinarily quickly, grabbing Percy’s arm and dropping a galleon on the bar.
5.25.2012
5.24.2012
May 24
“I decided I want kids…so I just need a Fertile Myrtle and I’m ready to go.”
“Someone who’ll order Chinese and watch South Park with you?”
“Oh please, I’ll die alone if I wait for perfection.”
“Someone who’ll order Chinese and watch South Park with you?”
“Oh please, I’ll die alone if I wait for perfection.”
May 24
“You know what the trick of a long life is?” Simon gestures with the scalpel. “Stay out of range!” His voice is exasperated.
5.23.2012
5.22.2012
May 22
“Isn’t that a bit ... impossible?”
“You use that word a great deal, usually in regards to things which are entirely possible. This is just difficult.”
“You use that word a great deal, usually in regards to things which are entirely possible. This is just difficult.”
May 22
“How goes the divorce research?”
“I’ve read this paragraph eight hundred and twelve times,” he said by way of an answer.
“That well, then.”
“Tell me Martha Jones, if it wouldn’t be a terrible inconvenience would you mind staying married to me so that I can stop reading this?”
“That’s the nicest proposal I’ve ever got from someone I’m already married to.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“I’ve read this paragraph eight hundred and twelve times,” he said by way of an answer.
“That well, then.”
“Tell me Martha Jones, if it wouldn’t be a terrible inconvenience would you mind staying married to me so that I can stop reading this?”
“That’s the nicest proposal I’ve ever got from someone I’m already married to.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
5.21.2012
5.20.2012
May 20
“Fine, whatever you say. Let me ask you this though, have you ever wondered how they get those little ships in those bottles?”
May 20
She looked over as the door swung free then back at Ianto, as though for permission. Or possibly because she thought a secret door was clichéd. The look on her face was difficult to decipher.
5.19.2012
5.18.2012
May 18
“Could be a while. This wiring is a mess,” Jack responded, staring, bemused, at a handful of what appeared to be coloured spaghetti. He was sitting cross-legged on the deck, festooned with fibre-optic strands like a human Christmas tree.
May 18
“I’m gonna go get a bigger gun and go get my gorram stuff back’s what I’m gonna do,” Jayne told him, sounding like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
5.17.2012
5.16.2012
May 16
“What can I say? I’m irresistible. Even the little mortician thought so.”
Butters is obsessed with polka. His taste is questionable.”
Butters is obsessed with polka. His taste is questionable.”
5.15.2012
5.14.2012
5.13.2012
5.12.2012
May 12
“You smell like a horse. And your beard looks like you super glued road kill to your face.”
“Well that just proves I’m alive. The dead have an entirely different horrible smell and the undead have far better fashion sense.”
“Well that just proves I’m alive. The dead have an entirely different horrible smell and the undead have far better fashion sense.”
May 12
Tea is an excellent cure-all, I’ve found. Lose your keys? Tea. Miss rent? Tea. Zombies, misguided people in cloaks and random vampires making your life a misery and threatening your city? ...kick ass, then tea.
5.11.2012
5.10.2012
May 10
“I am,” the man said, “the Metatron, Herald of the Almighty and Voice of the One True God.” The capitals were audible.
I coughed and tried to get my menacing voice back. “Prove it.”
“Fine,” the man said, and abruptly acquired a set of wings.
I coughed and tried to get my menacing voice back. “Prove it.”
“Fine,” the man said, and abruptly acquired a set of wings.
May 10
“I’m going to find her,” I declared. “And I’m going to rescue her. I’m going to rescue the damsel in distress, defeat the bad guy and then, if I can find some beautiful woman, I’m going to kiss her before the credits roll.”
He rolled his eyes. “I meant specifics, Harry. What is your plan?”
“Oh.” I frowned. “Hold on, I have to come up with it first.”
He rolled his eyes. “I meant specifics, Harry. What is your plan?”
“Oh.” I frowned. “Hold on, I have to come up with it first.”
5.09.2012
5.08.2012
5.07.2012
5.06.2012
May 6
Then I stopped glaring, because he wasn’t looking at me and there didn’t seem to be any point to it.
May 6
“Anyway, it worked. So, yay. Except for the part where they want to cut my head off. Again. Well, I suppose they never really stopped wanting to cut it off. Just sort of put it on the back burner. The want, not my head.”
“Are you nattering?” Bob asked, concerned.
“Are you nattering?” Bob asked, concerned.
5.05.2012
5.04.2012
May 4
He folded his arms and gave the Warden an appraising look. I was impressed with his ability to appear intimidating while wearing a hospital gown and being all insubstantial and ghost-y. “You got a license for that sword?”
5.03.2012
5.02.2012
May 2
“Of course I trust you,” Will replied. “I just wouldn’t want you doing this if you were still angry with me.”
May 2
Robin’s plan, which Djaq had downgraded from lunatic to ‘perhaps able to work given the best luck in the world’ after some very deep thought, involved at least one of the outlaws being on the inside of the castle when the moment of opportunity arrived.
5.01.2012
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