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23 October 2010 @ 02:24 am
YES, I SAID I WOULD.  
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THIS IS THE FREAKS AND GEEKS FICATHON:
(No, not for the awesome Apatow series.
Although obviously you can prompt away with those characters and that world all you want, loves.)

A place where we can celebrate those of a less conventional nature. Fun.
Your favourite villian? You bet your sweet arse count as a freak.
Most awesome medical drama? Dude, doctors are geeks, of course they are.


RULES ARE THUS:

1. Is my love a freak or geek?
I don't know, do they feel like a freak or a geek? In your heart of hearts?

For the purpose of this, there are three categories:

THE ARCHETYPES: the ones that without any kind of doubt fit the category.
For freaks, this is: those not accepted by society, yours or their own. For geeks, it's those with an overenthusiastic nature towards things that are perhaps not all that popular (academia, sci-fi, blah-blah) in the grand scheme of things.
FREAKS: Abed Nadir- and probably every character (Community), River Tam, Eric/Phantom (Phantom of the Opera), EVERYONE FROM ROCKY HORROR, lmao.
GEEKS: Leonard, Sheldon (Big Bang Theory), Willow (BtVS), Fred (AtS)

THE INTERESTS: people who may or may not be freaks or geeks themselves but are engaging in freaky/geeky behaviour.
So maybe Quinn Fabray (Glee) is a stamp collector? Maybe Sid and Michelle (Skins) have got together to practise the occult?
It's about celebrating everything weiiiiiiiird.

THE DEFENDED:
AKA: The ones you can justify.
I can't think of every situation. And in all fairness, I wouldn't want to. Maybe you have a favourite play that two people in the entire world have read but you can justify that person as a geek or a freak, ("well, didn't you see them take an unhealthy fascination with the frog? GEEK"). I won't be checking all the entries, that's silliness. So don't fear repercussions. And the way I see it is, if they're a freak/geek to you, they're a freak/geek to me.

2. but... but... how do I get people to write for my freaks and geeks and geeks and freaks?

You comment to this post, you numpty.

FANDOM>> CHARACTER/PAIRING>> PROMPT

Be as specific or as general as you like, have lyrics, settings, activities, a random word as your prompt. Have it written from one perspective, the other, both. Have some romance, or not. Have a slash ship or not. You can be as cracky and delicious as you can because the theme lets you be so general. YOU CAN DO ANYTHING.

Come on, you've done this before.

3. WHEN WRITING FOR SOMEONE, REPLY TO THEIR COMMENT AND HAVE: FANDOM/ CHARACTER/ TITLE/ RATING in the subject line.

4. Do I have to write for this if I prompt?

Erm... No.
It'd be nice if you did.
But I often steal icons from people and I have no intention of learning how to make graphics.
Hence, the crappy graphics made by me.

BUT FEEDBACK FROM YOU IS ALWAYS NICE.

5. NO FANDOM WANK.
Seriously.
You'll just be ignored and deleted. And I've been told that's the best way to deal with bullies, so watch out is all I'm saying.
Ships and characters are precious, don't break other people's toys.

6. SPOILERS ARE A GIVEN. Don't bitch.

7. PIMP. PIMP. PIMP.

If you are graphically-capable, please make me a banner.
I need the help.
OBVIOUSLY.

OH AND HAVE FUN.
BE FLAILY AND CREATIVE.
BE WONDERFUL AND GEEKY. AND FREAKY. AND YAAAAAAAAAAAAY: GO GO GO
 
 
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the business of benefiting hussies: [btvs] the best otp ever—in daguerrotypemarketchippie on October 25th, 2010 01:16 am (UTC)
btvs - spike/dru - a fair thought to lie between maid's legs - pg-13
William (Spike now, he thinks, pleased with the sound of it, tried and tested in the pleasing alchemy of metal and blood) used to read William. Shakespeare, that is, and the odd bit about the words is he can feel them knocking around in his skull long after most of the other old ties are dead and properly decayed. Old Bill got things right. Cannon fire and larks and My mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun—bloody right, he thinks. Not that Dru doesn't have a knack for making him feel like he's on fire—every inch of him, inside out, bugger, he thinks with teeth sharp against the side of his mouth, that's metaphor too, innit—but she doesn't look to cast shadows and she doesn't make things grow (bit of a lie that, too, all it takes is half a glance and he's growing, all right, paralyzed like a right fool with it too)—all right, he's not going to sodding explain the sun, he hasn't seen it for days and he doesn't want to. No need, not going to be growing a bloody garden any time soon, and he's anchored here—in shadow, in her.

He strokes the curve of Drusilla's hip beneath his hand, where it lies stiller than sleep and unmoved by breath in the bed they took. No time to read now, no desire, not when the pleasure of tearing paper's become so much vivider a pleasure than skimming over the page and not when there's flesh—good for tearing too, in so many ways. The food and the fists and the blood and the—this, where there's no blood, only shadows and softness, subtle and infinite. His hand trails down over the curve of her waist. The light of the bedside candle flickers and she moves at last. "Pretty William," she says, and her hands reach up to skim over his face. The sheets fall as she rises, writhes, like a goddess from foam (they were white once, those sheets). "I think I'll take you and cut you into little stars, that all the world may be in love with my knight."

Her teeth nip in points above his eyelids. "Cut me up any way you like, love," he murmurs into the air by the curve of her ear. "What have you got in mind?"

She shakes her head. "Now, now. The meter's out of joint." The tips of her fingernails touch the bones of his spine beneath his skull, dig in delicately. "But it's still in your joints. In the marrow, fresh from fallow." In the dying yellow light, her mouth looks as if the words have bruised her lips, shadowing her skin deliciously. When he kisses her, her nails clench swift and sharp through his skin—by the pricking of her thumbs, something wicked this way—

He slides a hand between her thighs. Bloody right.
She was mean and she had seashells in her hair!: btvs ♦ eyeballs to entrailsdollsome on October 25th, 2010 05:45 am (UTC)
Re: btvs - spike/dru - a fair thought to lie between maid's legs - pg-13
GUH, HOW DO YOU DO THESE THINGS! ♥ There is just something about Spike pondering how old Bill got it right that makes my soul want to sing forever with, well, rightness.
ever_neutral: it's about holding handsever_neutral on October 26th, 2010 06:56 am (UTC)
Re: btvs - spike/dru - a fair thought to lie between maid's legs - pg-13
"I think I'll take you and cut you into little stars, that all the world may be in love with my knight."

TOO PERFECT.

Your S/D is always right on the mark. BEST. ♥