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Well, one time my cousin Clark took me to meet his good friend Bruce Wayne in Gotham. ( Read more... )muse: superboy / kon-el
fandom: teen titans
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All of our family meals are memorable these days, particularly if we go out to a restaurant. There's a Czech/Russian place near our apartment that we tend to go to if we don't have special plans, and Jean-Paul likes to practice saying "borscht". ( Read more... )muse: cypher / doug ramsey
fandom: x-men
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Write about a memorable family meal.The question sticks in Tosh's mind for longer than it should. The answer isn't immediately forthcoming, and that upsets her. She was close to her parents. She still misses them every day. So why, then, can't she think of a memorable family meal? Or a particular event at all, even? Why are her memories so empty when it comes to her parents? The people who gave birth to her and raised her and made her who she is... But all she can think about is that last moment when her mother was in front of her being tortured by the terrorists who had demanded her services. When they were all holding their heads, screaming in pain. That's the last memory Tosh has of her mother, before UNIT arrested her with the intent of holding her as a terrorist conspirator for the rest of her life, before Jack came to save her, before Torchwood. She hasn't seen her parents since. A letter or two written, but they've never been near each other since. The price of it all. Her team is her family now. To that end she supposes a memorable family meal is a couple of pizzas picked up and brought back to the Hub. And that will have to do. Somehow, in some way, it's enough. Muse: Toshiko Sato
Fandom: Torchwood
Verse: General/Any
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Uh, that's like all of them. Seriously. Dinner in my family is an experience. There's always a story to tell, whether it's something that happened at the restaurant, or something that I did at work. It only gets weirder if any of my friends have been invited over. Brendan is never short of some weird story to tell, usually of his own making. But that's the way it should be, you know? You want to sit down with the people you love and have something to talk about. You want to have something interesting happening in your life. It's those little anecdotes and happenings that make daily life worthwhile. All those big moments don't come along but once in awhile (nor should they), so if you don't find something special in the little things? Well, you're kind of screwed. Talking to my family and hearing all those little things is always memorable. It's all part of our lives together and to me, that makes it worth knowing. ...Yeah, I'm sentimental. Randy Bosch
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ooc: Set Christmas eve night. ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) jkhellion used with permission and LOVEThere was twenty minutes left on the timer. Twenty minutes and then the lasagna would be finished and everything would be perfect. Or as close to perfect as Sally Blevins could manage. She had the table set. James and Yana were both away from the apartment until ten. And Sally was already in the Santa's helper outfit she'd bought from Victoria's Secret earlier in the month. Now if only Julian would listen and stay in the damn bedroom so the surprise wouldn't be ruined. "I'm coming out," he muttered and Sally held onto the door's knob. "You are NOT!" She made sure to extend her shield to move around the other side of the door and make it too slippery for him to open. "Finish your Baywatch Christmas special!" "I need something to drink." Sally rolled her eyes and sat back down at the table, flipping through a magazine. "Get water from the sink!" ( I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true
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Neal, his son was having a rather bad night it seemed. He was trying to quiet him down, seeing as he was trying to let Stark sleep. He walked rocking him, but that didn't seem to help. He had changed him, given him a bottle, and for awhile there he was feeling like he was failing as a father. Maybe he wasn't good at this, and he sighed.
"Come on Neal, what's wrong little man?"
He smiled seeing as all he got was little gurgling sounds. He kissed his tiny forehead and began making faces down at him, delighted to hear the giggles. He laid him down, blowing raspberries on his son's tiny stomach. Just happy to hear the squeals of laughter, instead of the louder squeals of crying.
"Daddy loves you very much Neal."
He chuckled as a tiny hand reached up and grabbed hold of his nose. Kissing his forehead he sat down with him, telling him stories about the brother he'd never meet. Telling him how much Luke loved riding a bike, or playing baseball. He smiled watching Neal reach up for him smiling, wiggling around. It was always the sound of his voice it seemed that did the trick. He was just like his mother when it came to that, both loved the sound of his voice and it could cheer them up most times.
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Borrowed isn't really the word that I would use to describe the book I've got in my possession. Old, on the other hand, this dusty, musty old tome certainly is, and if Jennifer Kale would actually let me open the damn book, I'd love to take a little peeksie inside and see what's what. Of course, she, along with Topaz, are incredibly - annoyingly, even - righteous, and so they won't let me anywhere near the book, except for when they want it protected from Dr. Strange, Lilith, or anyone else who's trying to get their hands on the book. Still, the book carries a lot of secrets - and a lot of power. It is, after all, the Tome of Zhered-Na, and Zhered-Na herself was a very powerful sorceress. Unfortunately, this is a book that is locked to all but those of the Kale bloodline, and if Jennifer's idiot of a brother was still alive, I may have been able to get the heir I needed to open - and ultimately control - the book. But that's not the case, and it's not as though I can get Daimon to spawn with Jennifer Kale to create an heir I can control. She doesn't swing that way, and he never listens to me. He really should, too. Sister only wants the best - and she knows what the best for him is. But I'm going off-topic. The book isn't as powerful as the Darkhold, but it's frighteningly close to it, and I know, I just know that if I can open up it's secrets, then I can finally overthrow my father and take my rightful place as Queen of Hell. But to do that, I need to find a way to get Jennifer Kale to trust me - and to get Topaz out of our hair - and that's so much easier said than done. Perhaps...perhaps I'll have to get, ah, friendly with Ms. Kale. It's not an altogether unfortunate thought.
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I hated Christmas dinner at the Kane household more than I hated anything else during the holidays. I stared at the huge hunk of honey glazed ham sitting on the table, catered by my stepmother's favorite restaurant, and I cringed. I wanted to be anywhere but there, but of course, I didn't have that luxury. It was the holidays, my father had explained to me. I was all he had left since my mother and sister were gone. Surely I could suffer through one meal with my stepmother. So I did it. For him. I wish I hadn't. I wanted to be elsewhere - anywhere. Preferably spending the holidays with my grandmother and celebrating Hannukah. There wasn't a single thing in the entire home that signified that holiday, except for the fact that my stepmother had deemed it appropriate to decorate half of the tree with a bunch of Jewish-themed ornaments. Not that we could see the part of the tree that she called a Hannukah bush. It was facing the wall. I was never the most religious person growing up, but there were things that we did as a family that this women seemed hellbent on getting rid of. I stared over the holiday ham at my father, begging him with my eyes. He mouthed the words sorry, but that was it. If I left now, it would cause a scene. The thing was...if I stayed there, it would also cause a scene. "Merry Christmas, Katherine dear," my stepmother said to me as she handed my father the utensils to carve the ham. "Feliz Navidad, Joan Collins," I replied coldly as the doorbell rang. My stepmother frowned at me and then looked towards the door. "That must be our guest," she said, looking between my father and myself. "I invited a friend who was alone this Christmas as a surprise for you, Katherine. I believe you might know him. Vincent Vreeland." "Veronica's cousin from Boston?" I knew him well. He was a Boston Brahmin and an annoying son of a bitch. "That's so sweet," I said dryly as the doorbell rang again. "I invited a special friend for dinner as well," I smiled as my father shot me a warning look. "Oh? And who might that be?" "A close personal friend of mine. Her name's Renee." I smiled darkly. "Renee Montoya." Oh, but yes. This Christmas would be fun. Batwoman Batman |
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Something old, new, or borrowed? How about all three? No, seriously. I'm talking about this new thing in my life - this whole Batgirl thing. I mean, it's old because there's been two Batgirls before me, it's new because up until recently, and it's borrowed because up until Oracle's okay just a few weeks ago, I was running around, pretending to be Batgirl on the sly.
I love it, though, being Batgirl. It's different from being Spoiler. It's the same, in a way, but while as the Spoiler I didn't really have anyone on my side - and Oracle didn't give me much of a chance then - this time, I've got her on my side and standing up for me. Really. She stood up for me in front of Batman (the new one not the old one) and Robin (again, the little, violent, annoying one, not the one I know and lo - er - care about. Kinda. Yeah. Okay. Moving on.) I didn't really ever figure I'd be Batgirl, you know? That was always Cass' gig, and after Cass grew old and became Batwoman or The Bat or whoever she was going to become, I always assumed that she'd find some young girl who would take the title on. Me, I figured I'd be lucky to continue being Spoiler. Being Robin was a total bust, and I don't think I was ever going to get to become the Huntress or Black Canary, you know?
But here I am, taking on a title that was old and borrowed, but now rightfully mine, and you know what? It feels great.
I just hope that Tim doesn't have a conniption when he finds out.
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Mom was never one for cooking. I'm not saying she was a bad cook; she was actually very good. But she never did any really "big" meals, except one: Christmas breakfast.
Mom always went all out for Christmas breakfast. For one morning a year, the cereal and the oatmeal stayed in the cupboard. First we would open presents in front of the Christmas tree. Then Daddy and I would sit in the living room while Mom cooked, either reading together or playing the piano together (although the smells wafting in from the kitchen sometimes made it hard to concentrate). After what seemed like forever Mom would call us into the dining room to eat.
The food Mom prepared was always the same: eggs, with pancakes and sausage for me and steak and toast for her and Daddy. Mom always made my pancakes into Mickey Mouse pancakes and scrambled my eggs. Her eggs were always over easy, and Daddy always had an omelet. And Daddy always had his coffee, while Mom and I had orange juice.
I still remember the last Christmas breakfast we had together. I remember having Mr. Puck sitting on my lap as I ate, and how I pretended to "feed" him pancakes and eggs. Mom thought that it was cute, how I pretended that Mr. Puck was a real person.
Sometimes I wish that I could use the Return to the Past program to go back and, if not warn my parents about what was to come then at least to have one last Christmas breakfast with both of them.
Muse: Aelita
Fandom: Code Lyoko
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Why not blue? That is what this is, right? The Bride's poem -- something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue and a six pence in your shoe. First of all, it is very horribly out dated. Not just because six pence don't exist anymore, or at least they are antiques or all, collectibles, Bruce has one I'm sure, and Tony -- or no, Norman annexed it, I suppose ... this isn't the point. The point is a) six pence is no longer in circulation b) women are generally not sold into marriage anymore I said generally, don't yell at me or quote statistics. I'm talking about America. Generally. I don't like this topic. Anyway, ignoring sixpence entirely because not everyone knows that part anyway -- why not blue? Maybe I don't have anything old or new or borrowed to talk about. I hate 'what's new' almost as much as 'how are you'. Hate is too strong a word. Point being does anyone ever really want the answer? Or listen to the answer? Or, conversely, give an answer? Nothing's new. Nothing I particularly feel like talking about to anyone still listening. And old is depressing. And borrowed, I don't have that either. I don't even have blue. Katie's eyes are blue. Any comments here, thank you.
Muse: Lorna Dane
Fandom: X-Men
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Write about a memorable family meal.Seein' that I'm not gonna thank anyone. Nor am I gonna touch the somethin' old, somethin' new, or somethin' borrowed topic with a bleedin' ten foot pole. Brings up too many bad memories about the whole almost marryin' Buffy thing. So think I'll write about a memorable family meal. Forget the fact I don't have a family. My family died a long time ago. Anyway, sadly the most memorable meal I ever had was a bit on the crappy side. Let's just say that Thanksgivin' with the Scoobies wasn't all its cracked up to be. Neither the Slayer, nor Giles was the most friendly of sort. Least not to an unwanted houseguest. So the Thanksgivin' I got stuck at old Rupert's home was memorable. Had a big Turkey Dinner with all the trimmings. Course was hard to enjoy the damn meal, with me bein' tied up and all. Long story. Also hard to enjoy the occasion with Indian ghosts and a really big bear tryin' to kill everyone. Gettin' shot by bloody arrows from said pissed off Indians wasn't very fun either. You might ask, was there anything good that I got from said experience. All I got for my trouble was a bloody cookie. Not that Red's cookies are bad. Quite tasty actually. But that's not the point. What was the point. I have no idea. Think I've said enough. My friends aren't the best at havin' peaceful or pleasant family meals. Holidays are even worse for 'em. They need to work that. Right. Anyway. I'm immortal. So got all the time in the world to wait. Hopefully I'll get a more enjoyable family meal someday. Preferably one that doesn't include any crazy Supernatural crap. A nice meal with some tasty Christmas cookies wouldn't hurt either. Topic #314
Muse: Spike
Fandom: Buffy/Angel The Series
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Write about something old, something new, or something borrowed.What can be both something old or something new? Something borrowed or something blue? The answer is love. Or so say I. And since I'm the one answering this topic. Yeah, love is the answer. There are so many different kinds of love. Love of animals. Love of some fictional character, book, tv show, or movie. Love of holidays. Love of wine, women, and song. Love of friends. Love of family. Yet no matter what kind of love it is, the power to love and be loved is truly the greatest thing in the world. The most wonderful kind of love is one that never ends... a love that persists through good times and bad. Love of family. Love of friends. Those two are amongst the most wonderous of all. For love of family and friends are the most meaningful connections that a soul will ever find in life. And such love is eternal love that will always stand the test of time. ( Read more... )Love is good. Think that sums up my point of view on the subject. And with that I'll finish off this post talking about another love that I feel all around me. A love so strong that it fills me with nothing but happiness and joy. It is that most wonderous time of year once again. It's Christmas time. The most beautiful of all holidays has different meaning to different people. For me its not about giving or receiving some gift. It's about letting someone know that you are thinking about them. Letting a loved one know that you value and appreciate them. That is the most important thing. All the positive vibes and well wishes that so many share this time of year. All the kindness, and friendship that is freely given to friend and stranger alike, is the best gift one can ever give. May everyone find nothing but joy, peace, goodwill, and above all else, love in the New Year to come. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Everyone:) Topic #313
Muse: Power Boy
Fandom: DC Comics
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My dad's watch kind of fits all three. It's old because he had it as long as I can remember, given to him by my mom on one of their anniversaries. It's new because it wasn't mine to start with, so it was an addition to my wardrobe. And it's borrowed because he didn't exactly give it to me, not that I think he minds in the least that I have it. It's not even that fancy a watch. The band is a generic black leather. The face is square and silver, the numbers gold on a marbled white background. The back is scratched and worn, but the engraving is still legible: “To JK, The love of my life. MK.” The batteries never last long and the only reason the leather hasn't worn through is because I save it for special occasions. It's one of my most prized possessions and I almost let it go. Stubbornness will do that to you, sometimes, especially when it's combined with grief. I don't know if I'd actually miss it if Lana never found it, or if I'd have gotten over it. Part of me thinks I would, the other part isn't so sure. It's not like it's the only thing I have left of my dad's, but somehow, it seems all that more important. I guess I'm just glad I didn't have to find out. Comments here.Muse: Clark Kent
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Prompt: 314 – Write about a memorable family meal. Muse: Jean-Luc Picard Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation Word Count: 657 Fifteen years when viewed in retrospect could seem a lengthy amount of time to a human. And yet for Jean-Luc it felt as if the fifteen-year span had occurred in what seemed to him a mere blink of an eye. The day had been strangely quiet, routine posts as the Enterprise was in transition to the Neutral Zone to intercept a Klingon vessel for a transport of surviving Federation archeologists found at Verius 4, a star that had unexpectedly imploded and claimed the lives of researchers from several different species. And yet there had been survivors, four from the Federation. Jean-Luc had never been a man who held a fondness for pomp and circumstance. The quiet of the day had been welcome and well-used. He had read quite a bit, practiced the Ressikan flute and caught up on the latest archeological studies undertaken by the Federation. All in all the day had been lovely by all accounts and purposes, ‘all’ being his. Read More…
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Crop circles in the sand. The universe always starts with riddles. They’re her downfall, the mysteries. She’s like an object caught in their orbit, endlessly looping them in messy circles, inspecting, taking the pieces of the puzzles in her hands and searching for the shape of how they’re put together. Sometimes the pieces are made of glass, and they cut her hands. Sometimes– sometimes. But she can’t put them down, because she has to know, and that’s the paradox of her mind, endlessly drawn to that which will hurt her. This is old. This is ancient, written in hieroglyphs only men with ghosts in their minds and dust on their hands can translate. ( something blue. )Muse: The Doctor (Eleventh)
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Thank you, Daniel, for your loyalty and your faith in me. There were times in my life when I preferred working alone, not wanting to entrust my studies to anyone else. You were the one who made me change my mind. Now you are my assistant and confidant, and I’m grateful to you for being here for me. Together, we shall defeat death. Thank you, Megan, for giving Daniel a few hours of comfort and happiness. I couldn’t deny that you were everything to him – until he found his true destiny. Now you’d better leave him alone, Meg. As the true scientist that he is, he should concentrate on his research work instead of wasting his time on passionate love affairs. I may sound cynical enough, but that’s me. Too straightforward at times. And thank you, Dr. Hill, for making my life so exciting. Obviously, you’ve already appreciated all the advantages of your new existence. As you can see, my methods work (and how!)-- but goddammit, stop misusing my reagents! Words: 170
Fandom: Re-Animator
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Tanis was a strange planet; filled with life, lush and green but at the same time so barren and dead that it was near impossible for her - a scientist - to see the way that life could be, the way life could flourish. ( New Beginnings ) Muse: Nadia
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