letsdropin: (Tyler: Hangin' out)
When Reid found the half-crumpled poplar leaf while making the bed the next morning, he just grinned, smoothed it, and carefully put it between the pages - bright yellow against printing white - of Tyler's favorite book for his friend to find one day and remember.

Meme time

Oct. 20th, 2010 12:09 pm
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To the first five people who comment to this post, I will gift you with something of my own crafting. It may be an icon, a manip, a ficlet, or something completely random. You may love it or you may think it sucks, but regardless, it will be made with ♥love♥ for you from me.

Feel free to give me a request of what you might like (ship, character, actor/actress, fandom, color, etc).

The catch? You must pay it forward and post this in your journal so you can gift 5 of your friends with special gifts made by you.

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1 question...
1 chance...
1 honest answer...

That's all you get. Ask me one question. Any one question, anything, no matter how crazy it is. An honest answer. No catch.

If so wanted, the thread will be locked between the two muses.
letsdropin: (Laughter)
... almost wanna know where it's from.

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letsdropin: (Four of us)
Well, this wasn't going to be an easy day, and Reid was well aware of it. So... doing what he tended to do, he set about making Caleb sufficiently distracted away from any kind of brooding.

Things would get delivered at random times during the day, the last one as close to elevenish p.m. as was possible. Probably right about on time. That one would have the card with it, simply a "Happy birthday, Caleb!" and signed from Reid. And the presents...

Well. Any dorm room could use a lava lamp right? That became very interesting after a few beers or rather recreational things, and was an easy distraction.

For the full dose of wtf laughter, one of the packages held a pair of Monthy Python Killer Bunnies slippers. Not that he thought Caleb would wear them much, but he was kind of looking forward to getting the looks of 'really? really?!' because of those. Besides, you never knew.

There were, of course, random food deliveries. Candies, mostly. At least he didn't throw in a set of party hats and whistles. Or horns, ahem.

And Reid being Reid, one of the packages was double-wrapped, and the inner wrapping held a note of, 'Do not open around your mom. Or much audience, really.'
THAT one held a pack of selected extra-sensation lubricants. Tingly, warming, popping... whatever he found, Reid chucked in there.

Of course, he wondered if Caleb would take the advice about audience or he'd get to see his reaction. He rather thought Pogue would try to talk to him about it, after. Maybe.
That was fine by him.
letsdropin: (Thoughtful || mittens)
A/N: Reusing the journal for the original character Cameron that started as based on Reid; set in the same world as the character [profile] laedecker. Laedecker and Dorothy used with permission and love.

Cameron made his way across the carnival slowly, carefully. He could feel his joints creaking, even if the din and the wind swallowed the noise completely. The dusty air choked him a bit as it did everybody now and again; he had to stop and wait until the fit of coughing died out, before going on. )
letsdropin: (Smartass remarks)
I so approve of this message!

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letsdropin: (Sideways || Sharp)
... should hang this on my door!

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letsdropin: (I swear)
Chase? What the ... with eyesexing Tyler?

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letsdropin: (Sideways || Sharp)
That? Is totally slander.

On, um...

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letsdropin: (Tyler: Trouble's in town)
*fishmouthing* What, wait, what... Tyyyyler?
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