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For the fandomverse Big Bang, I thought I'd:
--Say another goodbye to my much-lamented Fringe;
--Revisit an idea I had on fringeverse thanks to blue_sunflowers, the ABCs of Fringe; and
--Finally freaking learn how to make gifs.

Was I entirely successful? No. But it was sad, fun, and I think next time I could do better....

See if you can guess what's what. And if you need a hint, this revised (for post-Season 4) poem might help. Yeah, it's ridiculous too, but anyway. Fun, I say, fun!



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Fanmix for fandomverse on "Beginnings and Endings". Fringe, of course, that's what's on my mind...




( Songs, and some explanation... )

The challenge was to do a fanmix for a relationship, and I love this friendship, so...this is to commemorate Sherlock and John's first night out on the town. If you listen to anything, try "Take Me Out" (AKA that song they played on iPhones on the New York subway). I always think of these two, and this episode, when I hear it.


( Songs and links... )

Task/Rules:
- Write a fic that is exactly 26 words.
- Each word must start with a different letter of the alphabet.
- No first letter can be repeated.
- Letters of the alphabet do not need to be used in order.

But I did mine in order anyway. This was fun.

"Zeppelin! Yes! X!" Walter vociferously uttered. "Three stereo recordings quit playing! Oh, now my left knee joint is hurting."
"Go find energy drinks," coaxingly beamed Astrid.

"A bite can damage everlastingly! Ferociously!" Giles huffed insistently. "Just keep learning, memorizing, never over plan."
"Quite right," Spike toasted.
"Ugh, vampires, why?" Xander yawned Zeppo-ishly.

Fandom: Battlestar Galactica

He held her in his arms, looking out over the glowing green grass, and, thinking back over his past--the blur of a privileged but embattled childhood, the rush of war and adolescent idealism, the attempt at family living and resultant pain and joy, the shock of the fight for humanity, the seemingly endless, soul-tearing quest--he realized nothing but this moment, now poised on the edge of death, seemed so full of life.

For fandomverse, a drabble on the theme of friendship.

"We were good friends, as boys." Clipped, but with a soft sadness that, even given the circumstances, caught Molly by surprise. She shyly up-side-eyed the tall man standing next to her slightly apart from the others as befitting two with a secret that put them at odds with the rest of the gathering.

After the madness of the past many days, she felt her brain enjoying the idle consideration of which was more incongruous - the thought of them as friends, or the thought of them as boys. Actually, the latter she could suddenly picture, but in her mind's-eye as merely miniatures of their adult selves: one small tyke, with random dark curls, long coat, and piercing wild eyes; the elder, carrying a small umbrella, with pursed lips but gentle gaze. A mortifying laugh burst forth, quickly stifled as she and her companion turned to follow the mourners leaving the fresh gravesite of Sherlock Holmes.




(The fandom is Sherlock BBC in case not obvious.)

I picked Winnie the Pooh! These were the exact books we had growing up!


( Picspam, sort of... )