Jun 30

715.

Jun 29

The man’s coat swirls some more, making Rhys think of those shampoo adverts where carefully directed breezes fan out models’ shiny curtains of hair around their shoulders. Rhys lifts his arms up, looking down at his own just-hanging-there jacket--the weather never conspires to make him look good-- then gives himself a little shake.

Jun 29

“Ah, there you are! I thought you’d managed to get lost between the door and the bar. Barmy’s done it before now, haven’t you Barmy?” Bertie smiled cheerfully at the young man perched beside him who was studying his drink with a look of vague confusion.

“What?” He asked, looking up at Bertie with a slight frown. “Oh, yes. Hundreds of times – Bertie what is this?”

“It’s plum brandy, Barmy. You just ordered it a minute ago.”

“…So I did.” Barmy said, his face lighting up with a smile of remembrance. “Oh jolly good!”

Jun 28

714.

Jun 27

“What would I do without you?”

“Have to learn Ancient Sumerian and make your own potions, I’m guessing.”

Jun 27

This man is more than dangerous: he is a weapon. In one smooth motion he thrusts the sword in his left hand through a man’s throat, slashes the sword in his right hand across another man’s belly, and reverses his first blade to spear a third man through the heart. He does not pause, does not speak; he merely kills.

Jun 26

713.

Jun 25

“This isn’t a date, Shawn. This is an investigation.”

“Yeah, but we’re going undercover.”

She looked at him sharply. “There will be no covers, Shawn. Under or otherwise.”

Jun 25

“Hey!” Jack said, affronted. “That accidental satellite launch? So not my fault.”

Jun 24

712.

Jun 23

He snaps his fingers in slow-motion and she gets that it’s Rich Guy Code for, I apologize but I have completely forgotten who you are.

Jun 23

Josh scowled at him. “Whose side are you on?”

“I have no side. I am side free. I’m a circle.”

Jun 22

711.

Jun 21

He was attempting to ignore Mai’s glare, but at any moment, the left side of his face was likely to burst into flames and melt.

“She’s going to eat me, isn’t she?” he asked.

“Sleep with one eye open,” I suggested.

Jun 21

“We were betrothed, but I believe that shooting arrows at your fiancé is just one way of saying I would rather marry a snake.” He grinned ruefully. “Although she said that, too.”

Jun 20

710.

Jun 19

“How do you feel about Eskimos?”

“The pies or the people?” He didn't look up from his copy of the Idaho Press-Tribune. “And if we’re talking about the people, I think they prefer to be called Inuit.”

Jun 19

“I think you might be the most boring drunk in the universe,” said Dean conversationally as Sam blearily lifted his aching head from the pillow. “One beer and you’re out like a light.”

Jun 18

709.

Jun 17

“It’s our one vacation of the year, Sam,” says Dean vehemently. “We don’t even get Christmas off, for God’s sake.”

“Yes, we do—” Sam begins to contradict (Dean is convinced that it’s a reflex at this point), but he pauses. Dean imagines the memories of Christmases past parading across Sam’s brain. “Huh. Well.”

“Last year, mutant reindeer,” says Dean, ticking off the list on his fingers. “Year before that, Jack Frost went psycho. Year before that, man-eating Christmas trees.”

Jun 17

“And I apologize if Dean was, is, or will be an ass to you.”

Jun 16

708.

Jun 15

“‘This’ll be an easy job, Landon,’” Landon says. “‘We’ll be in and out of there in no time, Landon.’”

“You want to waste your breath on sarcasm now?” Alex watches warily as the soldiers creep closer, marching across the empty field with a kind of dogged, inevitable determination.

Jun 15

“You acknowledge debt? You wish opportunity to repay?”

“Uh, sure,” he said, a little warily. “Not in the handing over my firstborn kind of way, but yeah, if I can do something for you, say the word.”

Jun 14

707.

Jun 13

“A hundred and ten million dollars,” Sam calculated, automatically. Then he paused. “A hundred and ten million dollars?” His voice got kind of squeaky at the end.

Jun 13

“The architect prided himself on his sense of humour, but not as much on his sense of utility,” Grandpa said one day, when Sam asked why there were real live banana trees growing in the bathtub of the third floor bathroom.

Jun 12

706.

Jun 11

“We’re in the stairwell. We’re climbing up the stairs. I’m breathing heavily.”

“Ok, you really don’t need to be updating me as much as you’re updating me.”

Jun 11

“There’s nothing more depressing than being alone when everyone else has someone,” Olive muttered.

“I can think of several things. War, famine, the fact that one day something horrible will happen to the earth and the human race will be forgotten in the void of space, orphans in New Guinea, and the fact that the woman I’m passionately in love with doesn’t realize that my heart burns for her with the intensity of a thousand white-hot suns.”

“What was that last one?” Olive blinked, having not been paying attention until that moment.

Alfredo calmly took a sip of his espresso. “Orphans in New Guinea.”

Jun 10

705.

Jun 9

“I feel like a princess shut up in the castle. Aren’t you supposed to be the prince who rescues me, rather than the jailer?”

“I like to think of myself as more of a guardian, without all that aristocratic entitlement baggage that goes along with the prince motif.”

“So this is more of a republic than a feudal monarchy? Very well, I vote to go out.”

“I veto your vote.”

“You can’t veto my vote. Princes can’t vote. I’m going out.”

Jun 9

Scott, being not only male but legitimately colour blind, was thankfully spared from the conversation.

Jun 8

704.

Jun 7

“I don’t know about this, Babs. He was too damned cheerful on the phone. Like. ‘aliens have been playing with my mind’ cheerful.”

Jun 7

“Be nice to your little brother. If he’s anything like his father, he’ll grow up to be bigger and stronger than you some day.”

“I know. That’s why I’m picking on him now, I might not get another chance.”

Jun 6

703.

Jun 5

“What are you talking about, you prissy sod? You have gone completely daft.”

Jun 5

“Shoeboxes break down in the elements. But this sucker is built like a tank. It will keep our time capsule safe through Armageddon.”

“Right,” Lori retorted, “Like we’re really going to stop and reminisce about our childhood when we’re radioactive zombies.”

Jun 5

“Murder, Lex? I might be wrong — I’m not a lawyer — but I think that might be a breach of parole. Not sure.”

Jun 4

702.

Jun 3

“Sorry,” he said, in unaccented English. “Sometimes I have to pretend I don’t understand English when she’s around. It’s the only way for her to let me be. She goes out to the library and looks things up in the German-to-English dictionary and leaves me alone in my bedroom.”

Jun 3

Neither of them also actually knew how to buy clothes, either. They knew the general principals (you buy what fits) and both had Methods of buying clothes (Percy generally told Madame Malkin that he worked in the Ministry and gravitated towards things with pinstripes; Oliver told Madame Malkin that he was a Quiddich player and bought clothes that hid bloodstains).

Jun 2

701.

Jun 1

“But here, I…brought you a new quill.” He rummaged through his pockets and managed to find a novelty peacock feather quill Dolores had given him for his birthday. Percy had been in the habit of carrying it around with him on the off chance that he could force the ugly thing off on someone else.

Jun 1

“So let me get this straight...you don’t believe in the afterlife, but for some reason it matters that we find the perfect place to bury your rat?”

“There is no afterlife,” he said, “but I’d rather not spend the next three years of this life at Guantanamo answering questions about why we were burying unmarked packages within three miles of a federal building.”

Wilson nodded when he saw the surveillance camera pointed at them. “Right,” he said. “Somewhere else sounds like the perfect place.”