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mari4212My subconscious mind is at war with my ankles.
No, really. In the past few days I've managed to cut both of them, twice on one, once on the other. Plus, when I went for a walk in Wesselman Woods today, I kept rolling them, just below the point where I'd give myself a mild sprain. Clearly, my subconscious hates my ankles. Now if it would just clue in my conscious mind as to what was the problem with them. As far as I know, my ankles have been highly inoffensive, and haven't done a thing to harm my subconscious mind, apart from existing.
Aside from the war between various portions of my body, it's been a quiet few days. My former roommate/current housemate has just come down with mono, so she's been sleeping as much as possible and trying not to breathe on anyone. And I'm pretty much caught up with my classes, as much as I can be, at least, so there's not much I can do around the house except for read and plot out things to cook. Heat rises in this house like a chimney, so I'm not getting much reading in private done, because my bedroom is on the second floor and 15 degrees Fahrenheit hotter than the main floor. As far as cooking goes, it's already looking like I'll have half a dozen recipes to try out on myself before testing them on the nearest hapless victims (Mom, Dad, when I get home, be prepared for a series of "mistakes").
For once, I have time to write, but I'm not getting much written in terms of full fics, what with my computer being in my sick housemate's room, and a tendency to get four sentences going and then trail off because I'm writing in my notebook at the front desk of the library and I just got interrupted with a patron needing assistance.
Therefore, if you've actually read this far, I'm asking for drabble prompts again, because I seem to be able to do those in a limited amount of time. First five people to list a character and a prompt get a drabble. Fandoms: Narnia, NCIS, Firefly.
No, really. In the past few days I've managed to cut both of them, twice on one, once on the other. Plus, when I went for a walk in Wesselman Woods today, I kept rolling them, just below the point where I'd give myself a mild sprain. Clearly, my subconscious hates my ankles. Now if it would just clue in my conscious mind as to what was the problem with them. As far as I know, my ankles have been highly inoffensive, and haven't done a thing to harm my subconscious mind, apart from existing.
Aside from the war between various portions of my body, it's been a quiet few days. My former roommate/current housemate has just come down with mono, so she's been sleeping as much as possible and trying not to breathe on anyone. And I'm pretty much caught up with my classes, as much as I can be, at least, so there's not much I can do around the house except for read and plot out things to cook. Heat rises in this house like a chimney, so I'm not getting much reading in private done, because my bedroom is on the second floor and 15 degrees Fahrenheit hotter than the main floor. As far as cooking goes, it's already looking like I'll have half a dozen recipes to try out on myself before testing them on the nearest hapless victims (Mom, Dad, when I get home, be prepared for a series of "mistakes").
For once, I have time to write, but I'm not getting much written in terms of full fics, what with my computer being in my sick housemate's room, and a tendency to get four sentences going and then trail off because I'm writing in my notebook at the front desk of the library and I just got interrupted with a patron needing assistance.
Therefore, if you've actually read this far, I'm asking for drabble prompts again, because I seem to be able to do those in a limited amount of time. First five people to list a character and a prompt get a drabble. Fandoms: Narnia, NCIS, Firefly.
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Date: 2008-06-07 01:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-17 01:34 pm (UTC)Kaylee blinked, and tried to wipe her eyes. Her head hurt, and she didn’t remember there being kittens onboard. Last time she’d asked about getting one, Cap’n had told her there was no gorram way he was letting another tiny thing that was cuter than it had any right to be onboard, seeing as how he hadn’t figured out how to get rid of the human version who was his mechanic whenever she remembered the way to the engine room.
‘Sides, she’d never seen green kittens before she’d hit her head.
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Date: 2008-06-17 04:51 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-06-07 02:13 pm (UTC)She ignored him. She’d only taken the test to confirm what she already knew, anyway. One hand slipped down to cup at her waist, where she already felt different. Life would keep going after all. A little bit of Wash would survive.
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Date: 2008-06-17 01:35 pm (UTC)Serenity didn’t always stay the same, she shifted and changed with the emotions running hot within her metal skin, but the girl who was called River didn’t remember a castle inside the other shuttle.
She saw a girl there, a girl who shone with a lion in her hear and silver and gold on her head. It was safe there, with the girl, and if she walked forward she knew she’d let herself be healed.
River ran back into the unsafe and confusing real of Serenity, and refused to go anywhere near the second shuttle for days.
(I really hope I got River's voice right, she's so hard to capture.)