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ali_wildgoose
I'm feeling oddly blocked for fresh ideas, so maybe a meme will help me out!
ali_wildgoose I'm feeling oddly blocked for fresh ideas, so maybe a meme will help me out!
1. Pick one of my icons and post it in a comment.
2. I will write you at least one sentence of something vaguely resembling fiction based on said icon.
3. If the icon in question does not contain fictional characters, I reserve the right to Make Some Shit Up.
*could. not. resist.* >>
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But instead:
First choice is taken, so...
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Oh avocados
You are the fruit of my heart
You make salad good.
.... And this is why I am not a poet. :D
(Seriously avocados are delicious!)
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that was...beautiful *sniff*
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Yay porn! :D
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http://avocado-love.livejournal.com/67915.html
“This is it,” Sokka said, crouching down and shuffling through the green vest, laid against the stump of a tree while it’s owner bathed in a nearby stream.
Aang cast a nervous look over his shoulder. “Hurry up.”
“I’m trying, I’m trying… How many pockets does this guy have?”
“This is a waste of time,” the third boy said. Naruto looked even more nervous than Aang – he had experience with the after effects of pranking his sensei before. “You’ll look at that and you’ll turn into as much of a pervert as he is.”
“So says the boy who turns into a naked girl,” Sokka muttered.
Feeling the minutes count down, Aang abandoned his lookout and knelt by the jacket to help Sokka with what must have been dozens of pockets. “Got it!” he yelled, pulling out a little orange book.
“Finally.” He sat back on his heels and let the well creased fall open.
Sokka hissed, joining him. Even Naruto (after a final furtive look towards the stream) walked on over.
All three boys were silent for a count of sixty.
Aang was the first to break the silence. “Wow… those guys are bendy.”
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*is subtle. not.*
>^.^<
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Her brother wasn't the broody type. Not usually. But with Aang hurt, Ba Sing Se taken, the Water Tribe fleet in pieces and them on the run... she couldn't blame him. She was barely holding herself together.
She caught Sokka one day sitting staring at the fire. His knees drawn up to his chest, chin resting on top. Just staring.
Katara almost said something to him about lazing around. She was busy enough, tending to Aang and trying to cook them dinner, but something about the scene made her stop. He seemed... distant somehow. His eyes were unfocused, all sharp intelligence gone and just... sad.
And as she stood there, silent and watchful he reached out to the fire as if... but no, that was stupid... surely...
Sokka's hand stopped short of the flames. He blinked as if coming out from a dream. Then, with stuttering hesitation, he pulled back.
Maybe his fingers had just been cold. Katara made herself turn away. Aang needed her right now.
When she looked back over her shoulder a few minutes later her brother was walking towards the stream with a fishing line and a hook.
Katara shook her head again, pressing her lips together. She was being stupid. Sokka was as much of a firebender as she was.
But the flash of longing she had seen in his eyes as he reached for the fire had been real, and no matter how much she told herself it was a trick of the light, she couldn't forget it.
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Katara shook her head again, pressing her lips together. She was being stupid. Sokka was as much of a firebender as she was.
Oh Katara, the irony of that thought. <<;
>^.^<
I like Spock being used in icons
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Curious to see what you think their thought processes were!