are your thoughts result of static cling?

just dance, spin that record babe

mini_miss — Sat, 20 Nov 2010 03:01:23 GMT

Welcome to the second annual
DANCE PARTY!

So, invite your friends, this entry is public, and just dance it out!

gifs, pics, vids, whatever, just come here and have fun! =D

It will be opened all week-end, to allow people from different time zone to participate!

Ready? LET'S DANCE!

(before anyone asks, yes, that's me dancing like an idiot a few years back. or well, more like bouncing around à la Lexipedia, because that is how I dance.)

love is louder

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Created with angelamaria's Icon Table Generator @ Bauble

If you like one of the quotes but would like a different background/fond/whatever, feel free to ask, I'll change it!

Also, you can still requests stuff.

Next I'll do some True Blood ones.

In which I miss Ney like woah.

mini_miss — Fri, 22 Jan 2010 07:45:22 GMT

I want to start a petition to get Ney to come back to us. Who wants to sign it?

We signed the "Get Ney back on the net!" petition.

1. mini_miss
2. wordsflow
3. katayla
4. whimsey
5. phoebe
6. torigates
7. fly_meaway

Heroes 4.15

mini_miss — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 06:08:45 GMT

This is my reaction post to Heroes 4.15 - Close to You. This was written as I watched.

Lauren fancies Noah, we know because there was a longing glance, but not enough to follow him to California. That made me lol more than it should have. Way to go Lauren!

Matt’s pink toaster. So many jokes could be made. Aaand: Go!

Ew, what’s with Janice’s new haircut? It does not help me like her. She looks like Jen from ER, you know Mark’s wife? She was an annoying cheating bitch if there ever was one. Oh wait.

OMG, major shippy!flail moment when Emma chose to use her new found siren power on Peter! He’s the first person she thought of? AWW! Oh, this power could be so romantic. And so dangerous. Oh so dangerous, especially if someone like Sylar get its hand on it. Can you imagine, he could lure his victims, his enemy, there would be no hiding.

~~Ellen Tigh~~ Vanessa is Samuel’s girlfriend, the one that got away. Well, we know what she was doing this whole time, she was fraking cylons!

Peter is going too strong on Emma too fast, he’s gonna put her on the defensive and drive her away.

Angela, always with the apocalyptic predictions. Like Peter is gonna give up just because she tells him to, does she not know her son at all?

Know what’s great about this episode? No Sylar! No Claire! OMG YES.

FRAK NO. If Sylar is the one that can save Emma, I WILL CUT A BITCH, I WILL.

WFT PETER? Seriously, couldn’t you have dealt with that another way that didn’t make her hate you? You made her cry, are you happy Peter? You made the girl cry! I mean, it wasn’t a matter of seconds, now was it?

BUT OMG PETER SIGNED, PETER IS LEARNING TO SIGN. CLEARLY, HE CARES ABOUT HER. IN CASE YOU CAN’T TELLBY THE ALLCAPS, IT MAKES ME HAPPY.

So much for my no Sylar, no Claire thing. Well, at least it’s mostly no Sylar no Claire! But, Noah, you don’t need Claire, both Peter AND Emma have compasses. Geez. And I’m pretty sure you were the one Peter called to tell that the compass tattoo was back? Right? So, really, you should have known.

“I was driving by, I saw the light on”? Seriously Lauren, you’re using that line?

So, this wasn't as epic as I thought it was going to be from the previews. Mostly because the Emma killing hundreds of people with her power was only a dream. A precognitive dream, but still a dream.
Btw, on the subject, my bet is, she is making their brain implode with the wave lengths from the music, like she did with the crack on the wall, because she is very very hurt by something. My bet is on Peter. We already know her powers are closely linked to her emotional state.

It was still good though.

Please don't stop the music, music, music.

mini_miss — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 15:18:43 GMT

About 3 weeks ago (right?) phoebe finished school and started her summer vacation. I promised her a dance party, and then I didn't do it. Because I fail. But now I had my last class ever yesterday, so, really, it warrants a dance party, for both of us.

SO, THIS IS A DANCE PARTY, EVERYONE.

Everything dancing is welcome here, gifs, icons, pictures, video (but not video clips from singers, that's cheating), you name it.

I made this entry public, so, please, invite your friends!

EDIT: I just realized the comments were screened for all the people not on my flist. I AM SO SORRY, THAT WAS NOT MY INTENTION AT ALL. Hopefully, I fixed it now.

Heroes 4.12

mini_miss — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 05:20:31 GMT

Wow, Peter was intense. Violent!Peter was new, and quite impressive/scary. My eyes looked like this: O_O

Ok, so, the Nathan falling off the roof was supposed to be a climactic scene, right? I can tell it was. I didn't feel it. Why? Because the whole time I was thinking, if he falls, he's either gonna fly (but maybe not because it was suicide) or heal, since it's Sylar's body. So, I get it, Nathan is dead, but is he really forever? Maybe, maybe not. I don't wanna say "nobody ever really dies in Heroes" because it's not true (Elle! I want Elle back!), but there is definite possibilities of him coming back, even as a guest star, as someone goes in the past. I think Isaac is the proof of that. Took 3 years, but we got him back, if only for one scene. If only in stock footage.

Something else bugged me though. "Tell mom i love her, take care of Claire." Hmm, WHAT ABOUT HIS SONS? Fine, forget Heidi, but the man's got 2 young sons, you'd think he'd care. They most likely need a lot more taking care of than Claire the indestructible girl! I bet whoever wrote that episode didn't even know he had sons. This is so annoying. thanks for the plot holes.

Was sad for Peter though. His crying eyes, omg, they killed me. He's gonna need a lot of nurturing after that. *cough*Emma!*cough*

Sad part: No Emma! (That half a second in the end doesn't count.) I know she's not a main character, but she's my favorite and she hasn't been there in 3 weeks, despite the fact that Peter was in every single one of them. Usually she is there when Peter is. And, the episode even started at the hospital and still she wasn't there. I think I'm mostly sad because it's the last episode before the Christmas break and I didn't get my Emma fix. =(

P.S. How is it that Claire spent the whole night and apparently the next day at the Carnival but didn't run into either Tracy, or Hiro, who could have told her to run away. Where were they hiding when you need them? Nevermind...

On a side note, 2 new (for me) Chuck promo during this episode of Heroes. You should have seen me flail. It was not pretty. But HEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Fic rec post 001

mini_miss — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 19:45:31 GMT

A long time ago, I asked if you guys were interested in a fic rec post. You said yes. So, this is the first one. It's only got 4 in it, but if you guys are interested, I have a lot more to rec, in various fandoms.

Fandom Category: Without a Trace
Pairing/Character: The author says Sam/Martin, I say it’s a Sam exploration in the perspective of her relationship with Martin.
Fic Title: Damaged Bad at Best
Author: michellek
Link: http://michellek.livejournal.com/168525.html
Rating/Warning(s): NC-17, set in s3
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 963

Why This Must Be Read: Sam was happy.
(Problem was, Sam didn't respond well to happiness.)
That’s the first lines of the fic. It also sums up everything I love about it. It is sad, angst-ridden, and she uses parenthesis to perfection (some of you know of my love for parenthesis). That fic is an amazing character piece. One of the best fic I read, all fandom.

Fandom Category: Veronica Mars (with a blink-and-you-miss-it Supernatural crossover)
Pairing/Character: Lilly, mention of other characters
Fic Title: Lillian Lies
Author: tradegy_solace
Link: http://tradegy-solace.livejournal.com/15647.html
Rating: R (for language and sexual situations)
Warning(s): AU, songfic, character death
Spoilers:: s1 and 2
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 1656 (including the lyrics)

Why This Must Be Read: I don’t normally read/enjoy songfics, but this one is the exception. I dl-ed the song after reading and now it’s my second most listened to song. Mind you, when I read the fic (and I have read it countless of times), I always skip the song parts. Again, it is sad and angsty. Just how I love my characters. Everybody knows how much Lilly Kane loved danger. And exactly how much danger loves Lilly.

Fandom Category: Veronica Mars
Pairing/Character: Ducan/Veronica, Logan/Lilly, but in a canon way (not romantic)
Fic Title: I Call Her Name
Author: amidalashari
Link: http://amidalashari.livejournal.com/11200.html
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): none
Spoilers:: Set in 2.05 - Blast From The Past but goes AU
Genre: Angst, I guess. It’s hard to tell. Not romance.
Word Count: 1912

Why This Must Be Read: This is Veronica, Logan and Duncan reminiscing on Lilly. I don’t know what to say, it’s good. There is one line, after Veronica’s first truth, that makes me shiver. (Yes, they play drunken truth or dare. Which, usually makes me roll my eyes. But they are, after all, teenagers.)

Fandom Category: Lost
Pairing/Character: Shannon/Sayid. Sorta. More like Shannon, Sayid, at this point.
Fic Title: Observation
Author: anitchka
Link: http://anitchka.livejournal.com/587862.html
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): none
Spoilers:: Set in Whatever the Case May Be (s1)
Genre: Missing scene, angst (?)
Word Count: 543

Why This Must Be Read: I love it. Shannon is spot on. This is a very believable missing scene. (If you can’t remember, Whatever the Case May Be is the episode where he asks her to translate the French annotations.) There is this line that I adore, that is so Shannon, it shows very well how self-depreciating she is. I don’t want to quote it though, because that would be giving it away. It starts with “Right. Whatever.” And I know it by heart by now… I actually used this fic to help me right my paper that I wrote on Shannon. It’s that in character.

Fic : Squishy

mini_miss — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 00:25:37 GMT

I forgot about that.

Title: Squishy
Fandom: Bones
Characters/Pairing: Pretty much the whole cast. Could be seen as Hodgins/Angela pre-ship or simply as a friendship ensemble fic.
Rating: G
Spoilers: None. Well, small mention of Parker. If you don’t know who that is, don’t read.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Bones or any of those characters.
Notes: Set somewhere in season 1 (it does not fit in the context of season 2). It's far from being my best fic, it's too dialogue-oriented but I hope you'll like it anyway. I was trying to write another fic that would have been much better I think but this plot bunny kept coming back and I couldn't make it go away. Thanks to the_cat07 for betaing the fic.
Summary: It's Angela's birthday.

The cheerful voice of Hodgins filled the quiet little office. “Happy Birthday Angela!”
Angela spun around in her office chair to face her visitor before she exclaimed, “Thanks!” in an equally cheerful tone. “You’re the first one to mention it today!”
“Ha! I win!” He grinned and she giggled before noticing that he had his hands hidden behind him. He caught her glance and said: “I got you something.”
She got up from her chair, smiling.
“Oh, what is it? I want to see.”
With a swift movement he presented her a small fishbowl, wrapped with a blue ribbon.
Her eyes lit like one of a child and she exclaimed excitedly, “You got me a goldfish?”
“Better than that, I got you a chromis cyaneus.”
“A what?”
“A chromis cyaneus, most commonly known as a Blue Reef Damsel fish.”
As Angela looked more closely, she saw an exotic little blue fish swimming happily in the bowl.
“Oh wow, it’s gorgeous!”
“Yeah, I thought it would bring colours to your office. Not that you really need it…” He added as he looked at all her colourful paintings hung on the walls. “But I also thought you might like a fishy friend to keep you company when you’re locked in here, drawing the dea… victims. Hum…” For a moment he wanted to slap himself and to cover it up, he quickly added “Oh and if you look at it at a certain angle and the fish is at a certain spot, because the bowl is circular, you can’t see it and it’s kind of cool.”
Angela smiled her brightest smile. “Thank you, I love it!” she said as she moved in to hug him.
Zack passed by at that moment and stopped dead on the doorstep.
“Why are you hugging Hodgins?” he asked in that same tone he would have asked what some sort of scientific term was.
“Because he’s squishy.” Angela replied with a grin. “I shall call him squishy and he shall be mine and he shall be my squishy.”
Hodgins burst out laughing, but Zack was puzzled.
“He gave me a blue fish.” Angela gave as an explanation, but it wasn’t enough to change the younger man’s expression.
“So… you’ll be naming the fish Squishy?” asked Zack.
“No, she was talking about me.”
“Then…” Zack started tentatively “why are you calling him Squishy? Are you involved? I heard people give each other pet names when they are involved in repeated mutual sexual encounter.”
Hodgins shut his eyes in irritation, very tempted to snap the elastic around his wrist to calm himself down.
“No, Zack” said Angela sweetly, obviously amused by this whole situation. “It was just a joke because of the fish is like Dory.” Zack stared at her blankly. “You know, Nemo?”
“Nemo is a blue fish? I thought he was the captain of the Nautilus?”
“No, dumbass! Not the Nemo from 20 000 leagues under the sea! The fish, from the cartoon!” added Hodgins.
“The Disney movie.” added Angela, looking at Zack expectantly.
“I don’t think I saw that one.”
“Don’t you have like, tons of little brothers and sisters?”
“Yes. What is your point?”
“Oh Gosh!” Hodgins was getting really annoyed by this whole thing.
“It’s ok Zack.” said Angela, calmly. “Just forget about it.”
“Ok, well I’ll look into that movie.” Zack nodded and had a foot out the door when he turned around to ask one last question. “So why did you get Angela a fish? Is it a sign of growing affection?”
Angela tried to suppress a giggle while Hodgins snapped is wrist band.
“No Zack” he replied sharply “it’s her birthday!”
Zack’s eyes grew big and he turned to look at Angela. “Is it?”
“Yes.” She replied with a smile. “And don’t even try to ask for my age.”
“No, I… I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was your birthday. I don’t have anything for you.”
“It’s ok, you don’t need to give me anything.” She wasn’t bothered at all that he forgot.
“Well, happy birthday Angela.”
“Thank you.” She answered.
Once again, he was at the door when he added “But, you did call him yours.”
Before he could add more, Hodgins cut him. “Oh, just leave Zack!”
Once he was gone, Hodgins let out a sigh and Angela shook her head. “I keep forgetting that he’s not from this planet.”
“Yeah… You know, I did tell him a week ago that it was going to be your birthday.”
“It’s ok, don’t worry about that, I was not expecting him to remember about that. Bet 10$ that Brennan also forgot?”
“Haha, yes, probably.”
There was a silence before he added “I got to go back to that dirt now. Oh, and I also got you enough fish food for like a year, just because, you know… You can come and pick it up whenever, it’s at my desk, but I fed it a couple of hours ago, so it should be fine for now.”
“Ok. And thanks again for the fish… Squishy!”
Hodgins let out a laugh. “Yeah, you’re welcome. See you later Ang.”
After he was gone, Angela turned her attention to her new fish in its bowl. For a moment, she couldn’t see the fish.
-----
Later that day, Angela walked into Dr. Brennan’s office with a satisfied look on her face.
“I finished the drawing. According to her bone structures and the information you gave me, our victim should look like this.” She said as she handed the piece of paper to Brennan.
“Thanks.” There was a silence for a moment while she looked at the drawing before she added “So Zack told me you are now calling Hodgins ‘Squishy’?” She looked up at her best friend with questions in her eyes.
“Oh god. No, no, it’s Zack, he got it all wrong. I was making a joke because Hodgins gave me a blue fish, that’s it.”
Brennan looked even more puzzled. “I… don’t get it. What is the joke?”
“Oh right. I tend to forget that you’re from the same planet than Zack.” She took a deep breath. “There is this animated movie with fish and one of them is blue.”
“And its name is ‘Squishy’?”
“No, no, her name his Dory, but… It’s a long story, it’s just… Forget it, you have to have seen the movie to understand. But it was just a joke.”
“Ah. Ok.” Brennan glanced back to the drawing before returning her attention to her friend. “So Hodgins got you a fish?”
“Yeah.” replied Angela with small smile.
“Isn’t it a bit strange?”
Angela didn’t really think about it. “No, I mean, maybe. Yeah, I guess a fish is sort of a weird gift but you should see it, it’s really cute.”
“No, I didn’t mean the fish per se, though it might have some sort of meaning I don’t know about, but I meant that he gave you the fish.”
Brennan looked at Angela as if what she just said made sense, but Angela was a bit confused.
“I’m sorry sweetie, I know you’re trying, but the two things you just said sounded the same to me.”
“I meant, anthropologically speaking, gift-giving have a lot of significance, especially in smaller societies, but in the materialistic society of abundance that we live in, it has lost a lot of its meaning and symbolic gifts are less present. We give gifts for specific reason, either asking for things in return or set in a particular calendar of events that…”
Angela cut her and said calmly. “Don’t over think this, it’s not a bribery gift, it’s just my birthday.”
Brennan jolted a little in surprise. “It is?”
“Yes.”
“I’m very sorry Angela, I…” said Brennan quickly, looking very guilty and embarrassed.
Once again Angela cut her gently. “It’s ok sweetie, don’t worry about it, I was not expecting you to remember. Birthdays are not your strong point.”
Brennan still looked sheepily. “No, but still. I’m sorry Angela. I’m not very good at the whole best friend thing. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”
“Don’t worry about it.” She said for the second time. “It’s no big deal.” She got up and stroked her friend’s hair once before she started to leave, a combined mark of affection and forgiveness. Once at the door, she turned back and said “You should call Booth for identification.”
“He’s already on his way. Should be here any minute now.”
“Ok, good.”
As Angela walked back to her office, she saw Booth in a discussion with Zack. The agent looked very relieved to see her and he seized the opportunity to cut short what must have been a painful conversation.
“Angela!” He called, making a leap to her. “Happy Birthday!”
He handed her a card.
“Hey, thanks!” she replied enthusiastically.
Zack had followed to join them. “How come you knew it was her birthday?”
“Because I’m a people person Zack.” He turned his attention back to the woman.
“I didn’t really know what to get you so I settled for a card instead.”
“It’s great Booth, thanks.” She hugged him quickly.
“So what did the other squints give you?”
“Well, Zack and Brennan expectedly forgot…” Zack blushed and Booth shook his head. “But Hodgins got me an exotic blue fish.”
“And now she calls him ‘Squishy’.” added Zack in an informative tone.
Angela sighed, ready to explain the whole thing a third time. “No… It’s because…” But Booth interrupted her.
“I shall call it Squishy and it shall be mine and it shall be my Squishy.”
Angela’s face lit up.
“Yeah, Parker loves that movie. And Dory…” he laughed softly. “She’s quite funny!”
Angela smiled “Thank you! At last, someone I don’t have to explain to!”
“Squishy, that’s a good name for a fish.” commented Booth.
“No, I meant she’s calling Hodgins ‘Squishy’.” Zack felt the need to clarify.
Booth, now confused, glanced at Angela for explanation.
“Long story that’s really not that interesting and completely blown out of proportion, thanks to Zack.” She shot a death glare to the assistant, who really didn’t understand what he did wrong.
“I was simply giving information so that if people hear you say ‘Squishy’, they will know you are talking about Hodgins.”
Angela sighed, Zack’s cause was hopeless.
“Forget about Hodgins, Zack.” She turned her attention to Booth. “I will be calling the fish Squishy, because it is a great name. Now, if you boys excuse me, I have to go get my fish food from Squish… Hodgins. See you later.”
-----
Hodgins was looking into a microscope when she got to his desk.
“Hey Squishy!”
Hodgins looked up with a smile.
“Hey, birthday girl!”
“I’m here for the food.”
“Of course.” He handed her three plastic bags full of fish food. “There.”
“Thanks!” She kissed him on the cheek, taking him completely by surprise. “The fish is a great gift.”
She smiled and left, a little bounce in every step.
“Oh, and you owe me 10$!” She shouted without looking back.
Hodgins laughed, shook his head and shout back “Hey, I never accepted your bet!” but she was already gone.

Fic: Passing Afternoon

mini_miss — Thu, 22 Mar 2007 02:58:26 GMT

Title: Passing Afternoon
Fandom: Lost
Characters/Pairing: Shannon; Shannon/Sayid
Rating: G
Spoilers: Up to and including 2.06 – Abandoned
Disclaimer: I don’t own Lost, Shannon or Sayid.
Notes: Sort of AU, sort of post-rescue and some might consider it sort of OOC though to me it makes sense at the end. Some very small parts are in French or Arabic. I provided the translation at the end though this text is not needed for the comprehension of the fic.
This fic was inspired by the song “Passing Afternoon” by Iron & Wine though it is in no way a song-fic and if you look up the exact lyrics you won’t see the story of the fic in it.
Many thanks to crowmelrose for beta-ing the fic. She did and awesome job at it! And also thanks to yndigot for the Arabic translation!!!

It was one of those peaceful afternoons, like so many others. A normal day in her life. The sun was shining in all its glory, enveloping her in a warm embrace. She really did enjoy the summer. Granted, she always lived in lands of eternal summer before, but she never grew tired of it. The soft June breeze coming from the Mediterranean Sea down the road also felt nice on her skin.
Yes, it was indeed a nice afternoon, she thought while she hanged the clothes out to dry. The sun made the grass seem greener and the flowers look brighter. Music was playing in the background, not too loud, so as not to wake up the sleeping toddler inside. It was soft with an old school sound, the kind of music she never would have thought she could actually enjoy. She used to like the loud, heavy music, the kind that played in crowded bars where she used to spend all her time. That seemed to be another lifetime now.
When she stopped to think about it, she couldn’t believe how different everything was now. Not just things around her, but herself as well. If someone had described to the girl she used to be the exact moment she was now in, she probably would have laughed in their face and replied something mean on top of it.
Now, she couldn’t imagine her life any different. She felt good and she wasn’t afraid of being let down anymore. No more reasons to feel abandoned, she had everything she could dream of, and knew it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Probably, she hoped, never. It took her a while to let the fear go but now it was gone for good.

As she was hanging her last piece of clothing, she heard a voice.
“Bonjour, Shannon!”
“Ah, bonjour, Marianne!”1
Marianne was her next-door neighbour. She was a stay-at-home mother, as was Shannon, and slightly older than her. Because her children were in school during the day, she was often coming by to chat with the young mother.
“It is a beautiful day is it not?”
Shannon smiled; she always found Marianne’s French accent adorable.
“Yes, it is. Would you like some iced tea?”
“Avec joie.2 I got some muffins!” Marianne waved a little basket in front of Shannon. Marianne baked a lot, it gave her something to do during the day before the children came back from school and so she was often bringing baked goods to Shannon. This was always appreciated, as the younger woman wasn’t the greatest cook. There had always been someone to cook for her before… before everything. Now she was learning but it took time.
“Great! I’ll be right back.”
She came back from the kitchen with two glasses of iced tea and sat down at the patio table. The two women chatted for a while, just enjoying the caress of the sun.
A sound interrupted their conversation. Happy noises were coming from the baby monitor on the table.
“Somebody is awake.”
“Yes, I better go look. Excuse me.”
She entered the little room and her son got up on his feet, lifting his arms, waiting for his mom to pick him up from his crib.
“Mommy!”
“Hey there little buddy. Come here. You had a good nap? Yes? Let’s get you changed so you can play outside, ok?”
“Play!” Shannon giggled at her son’s enthusiastic reply.
“Yes, play. Come on, we have company.”

Not long after, mother and son were both back outside, where Marianne was still sipping her iced tea.
“Oh, mais si c‘est pas le petit Rami!3 Hello Rami! How are you today? Do you want to come and see tatie4 Marianne?”
Shannon handed the toddler to her friend and cleaned up the table a bit while the older woman was in deep conversation with her son.
When she came back from the kitchen, her son was happily playing in the sandbox and she resumed her conversation with her friend, keeping an eye on the little boy.
The rest of the afternoon passed, as did all afternoons. Marianne’s children joined them; they learned a while ago that if their mother wasn’t there when they came back home, she was next door in the Jarrahs’ yard. They loved playing with Rami, and the little boy was always happy to have playmates. Being in the country, their terrain was vast and they had lots of space to run around, much to their pleasure.

There was the sound of a car pulling into the driveway and Shannon smiled, like she always did when she knew her husband was back from work.

Sayid heard the voices coming from the backyard and headed that way. When Rami saw his father coming, he ran as fast as he could, uneasy on his short little legs, and jumped into his father’s arms.
"Ya waladii, kaifal-hhaal? Hal kunta tal'iab al-yauwm?"
"Na'am!"5
Shannon got up and joined the rest of her little family. Sayid kissed her lightly and asked:
“How was your day?”
The young woman smiled. “Uneventful, as usual. Played with the little terror…”
Rami wiggled his way down to the ground and ran to his toys in the grass.
“Did the laundry, chatted with Marianne.”
“Yes,” the older woman interrupted, “but I did not realized it was this late. I have to go home to make dinner, and the children have to do their homework still. Allez les enfants, on y va!6”
“Goodbye Marianne, it’s always a pleasure to see you.”
“You too, Sayid, you too.”
Marianne started walking toward her home when she turned around. “Oh, I almost forget, David and me are doing a barbecue this week-end and we would like you to come.”
Shannon and Sayid looked at each other before Shannon replied: “Sure, we’ll be there!”
“Parfait!7 Goodbye to you three.”
“Bye!”

Shannon started to take the now dry laundry off the clothesline when Sayid grabbed her by the waist and kissed her again.
“I like that dress.” The man commented.
“Yeah?” She was wearing a light summery dress.
“Yeah.” He kissed her one more time. “Come sit with me.”
“But I have to take down the laundry.”
“Later. You can do it while I make dinner.” He dragged her to the swinging bench and let her fall on his lap. She leaned back as he put his hand on her belly. She sighed. She enjoyed those quiet, tender moments between the two of them. Soon enough though, there was a little running form approaching. Sayid grabbed the little boy and made him sit on the bench next to them, keeping an arm around him so he wouldn’t fall.
The toddler placed a hand near his father’s on his mom’s belly, approached his head near it and said “Hi baby!”
The two parents started to laugh and cuddled the little boy closer. They rested there for a while, enjoying the moment under the fading sun that took the afternoon away with it.

***
The image faded as more and more blood poured from her stomach. She was losing every sensation very fast. She barely acknowledged Sayid screaming her name, not even fully feeling his arms wrapped around her weak body. She couldn’t really feel her body anymore anyway. All she felt and saw was the warmth of her blood pooling around her and that last glimpse of the life she would never have. And then even that went away and she couldn’t feel anything anymore.

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Translations:
1 “Hi Shannon!”
“Oh, hi Marianne!”
2 “With pleasure”
3 “Oh, it’s little Rami!”
4 “Auntie” (Note: understand that she is not really related to him, that’s just something you say.)
5 "Hey, my boy, how are you? You were playing a lot today?"
"Yes!"
6 “Come on kids, let’s go!”
7 “Perfect!”

Friends Only

mini_miss — Fri, 12 Jan 2007 03:18:11 GMT

Comment to be added.

And do comment if you add me, else I won't add you back. There is nothing here for you if I don't add you back, my entries are FO, so, please do comment so we can be friends. =)

Thanks.

Dinner with Mr Sark

mini_miss — Sun, 24 Sep 2006 15:55:54 GMT

This is my answer to Medie's Porn Battle.
I went overboared and wrote too much for the comment limit so here is the full version of the fic.

Comments are really appreciated.

Title: Dinner with Mr Sark
Fandom: Alias
Pairing: Lauren/Sark
Spoilers: Everyting season 3 is fair
Rating: NC-17
Note: Unbetaed because there is no time. If you're up to it tell me!

As she entered the posh restaurant, she scanned the room but could not see him. She frowned, hoping she wasn’t the first arrived, she hated to wait alone at a table, it made her look pathetic. And God knows how much she loathed pathetic people. She would be pissed if he made her wait after him. Lauren Reed did not wait after men, they waited after her. Well, except Michael, but that was just a situation she had to cope with. That wasn’t really her anyway.

“May I help you Miss?” It was about time someone came to take care of her. She was annoyed, but didn’t let it show.
“Yes, I believe there should be a reservation under the name of Sark.”
“Most certainly. Mr. Sark is already here, would you follow me please?”
So he was there after all. But where? She couldn’t see him. The waiter lead her to the back of the restaurant, in a very recluse corner.
“Here you are, you made me wait, love.”
“Oh did I? I’m truly sorry.” Both knew she wasn’t. She sat down on the bench next to him while the waiter pour her a glass of wine, as Sark instructed.
“Well I will leave you two now, if you need something, just ring the little bell and I will come.” And with that he left.
“A bell?” Lauren snickered. “So it’s like a puppy we can call anytime we want.”
“Yes, see why I like this place? They don’t have such devoted waiters in America.”
He extended his arm and let it rest on the top of the bench, close to her shoulders.

“It’s dark in here.” She commented as took a sip of wine.
“Some would say it’s romantic.”
“I say it’s dark.” She leaned in closer to him, passing a hand on his thigh. “I love it. We can do all kind of things without anyone noticing.” She had an evil smirk on her face. He sank further into the bench, glass of wine in hand and took a good look at her.
“You look lovely tonight, love.”
“Lovely, is that all that I look?” She raised an eyebrow, drawing slightly back, as if she was expecting more from him. His smile widened, eyes glimmering in un-hidden lust.
“Oh you look a lot of other things too but I wouldn’t be a gentleman to say so.”
“Since when are you a gentleman?”
“I’m always a gentleman.”
“Not true. You were nothing like a gentleman the first time in the car, and that time you shoved me into the wall.” She pressed her body into him and approached her lips to his ears. “All the times you shoved me into the wall and had your way with me.”
“Not like you were complaining.”
“Why would I? Who would want a gentleman when they could have you?” Her hand travelled up his thigh to meet his groin. To her delight, he was already obviously aroused. She started stroking him through his pants. “It’s so much better when you take me in the most inappropriate ways. When you fuck me violently...”Her hand was becoming more and more insistent. He was panting, fighting to keep control of his body, she could feel it. “At night, when I’m screwing Michael, I think about you and our last “intercourse” as you would say. If it wasn’t for that, I don’t think I would come.” She was nibbling on his ear. She was in control, she knew it and it aroused her more than anything else. Well, that and the fact that she could feel his own arousal growing with every stroke. “Not that Michael is bad, mind you, I guess it would satisfy a girl like Sydney, but gentle lovemaking is just not my cup of tea.”

Loosing all control, he put down his glass to grab her head and crash his lips to hers. The kiss was fierce, a battle of will and she climbed onto his laps at an attempt to regain full control of the situation. Their groins touched and it was like an electric charge. He had to have her. Now.
His hands slipped under the dress she was wearing and quickly travelled up until he could grab her ass. No panties. He ginned at her and she grinned back. She could see, and feel, that he was enjoying her little surprise. He pressed her on him and she had to bite back a moan. She was working frantically on unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants but had to stop when his hand touched her core. He wasn’t the only one obviously aroused.
“You’re wet, love.”
“You’re bloody right I am.”
She kissed him violently, desperately and managed to free him. He wasted no time to plunge into her. She had to bite her lips to suppress the moan that was threatening to alarm the whole restaurant.
As he was rocking into her, she reached out behind her and grabbed her glass of wine.
“Aww, look, we’re out of wine!” She grabbed the bell and made it ring.
He started laughing. “You’re a filthy, filthy woman.”
“That’s why you like me.”

At the sight before him, the waiter turned a dark shade of red. He failed to steady his voice when he ask what he could do for them.
“We would like more wine please.”
“Yes Mrs Sark, I will bring it right now.”
“It’s Mrs Vaughn.” She corrected him with an evil twinkle in her eyes.
“Y… yes Mrs Vaughn, I am sorry.”
After he left, they both start laughing. “You are unbelievable, Mrs Vaughn.”
“Is that so?” And with that she trusted into him the hardest she could. He wasted no time and increased their pace. They soon became frantic and didn’t even bother to slow down when the waiter brought their bottle. It’s not like it was the first time they had sex in public.

It didn’t take long before Lauren was gone and had to bit her lower lip so hard it bleed. Sark came soon after, with a smirk on his face. He licked the blood off her lip.
“With didn’t you want to let people hear your screams, love? You have no problem with that normally.”
She climbed off of him and readjust herself. “Because we’re normally not in London, love. There might be someone I know in here, who knows.”
“Shall we eat then?”
“Absolutely.”
The bell rang again.

Pimping

mini_miss — Tue, 19 Sep 2006 00:38:48 GMT

Ok so I don't know really how many people that would interest (I'm guess it might, and I said MIGHT interest just raindroproses), but we never know, but medie is having... what does she call it? Oh yeah, a Porn Battle.
What's that? Well people gave prompts and now people have to write short porn (smut fic, whatever) on these prompts. There is everything for everyone there, from SG1 to Veronica Mars, passing by Buffy to JAG and the Pretender, just go take a look and see if you're interest, mmk? 'Cause that could be fun!

It's here!

I might try something myself...

This is an icon post

mini_miss — Sat, 01 Jul 2006 17:32:08 GMT

Wow, I didn't do one of these in like, forever, one year and one month to be precise. Yes, I rock. Or you know, not.

So, I left out the crappy one because, well, who needs crappy anyway, huh? This doesn't mean they are all great, it just means they are ok.
If I already post some of those, i'm sorry, I just didn't put the entry in my memories.
Most of these were contest entries.
If you want it, take, but please credit.

+ 9 BTVS
+ 4 Desperate Housewives
+ 1 Alias
+ 3 Charmed
+ 1 Gilmore Girls
+ 4 JAG
+ 2 The O.C.
+ 1 Without a Trace
+ 1 Firefly
+ 1 The Reunion (whatever that is)
+ 3 Lost
+ 5 One Tree Hill
+ 3 Dawson's Creek
+ 1 Stargate SG-1

1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9.

10. 11. 12. 13.

14.

15. 16. 17.

18.

19. 20. 21. 22.

23. 24. (This is my latest icon to date)

25.

26.

27.

28. 29. 30.

31. 32. 33. 34. 35.

36. 37. 38.

39.

Also, I might not have a fandom anymore, and I might not icon a lot, but I have a new obsession and it's that: *runs to hide in shame*

Do the right thing

mini_miss — Sat, 14 Jan 2006 05:18:22 GMT

Taken from callmeadreamer

A lot has been said about how to prevent rape.
Women should learn self-defense.
Women should lock themselves in their houses after dark.
Women shouldn't have long hair and women shouldn't wear short skirts.
Women shouldn't leave drinks unattended. Fuck, they shouldn't dare to get drunk at all.

Instead of that bullshit, how about:

If a woman is drunk, don't rape her.
If a woman is walking alone at night, don't rape her.
If a women is drugged and unconscious, don't rape her.
If a woman is wearing a short skirt, don't rape her.
If a woman is jogging in a park at 5 a.m., don't rape her.
If a woman looks like your ex-girlfriend you're still hung up on, don't rape her.
If a woman is asleep in her bed, don't rape her.
If a woman is asleep in your bed, don't rape her.
If a woman is doing her laundry, don't rape her.
If a woman is in a coma, don't rape her.
If a woman changes her mind in the middle of or about a particular activity, don't rape her.
If a woman has repeatedly refused a certain activity, don't rape her.
If a woman is not yet a woman, but a child, don't rape her.
If your girlfriend or wife is not in the mood, don't rape her.
If your step-daughter is watching TV, don't rape her.
If you break into a house and find a woman there, don't rape her.
If your friend thinks it's okay to rape someone, tell him it's not, and that he's not your friend.
If your "friend" tells you he raped someone, report him to the police.
If your frat-brother or another guy at the party tells you there's an unconscious woman upstairs and it's your turn, don't rape her, call the police and report him as a rapist.
Tell your sons, god-sons, nephews, grandsons, and sons of friends that it's not okay to rape someone.

Don't just tell your women friends how to be safe and avoid rape.
Don't imply that she could have avoided it if she'd only done/not done x,y or z.
Don't imply that it's in any way her fault.
Don't let silence imply agreement when someone tells you he "got some" with the drunk girl.
Don't perpetuate a culture that tells you that you have no control over or responsibility for your actions. You can, too, help yourself.

If you agree, repost it. It's that important.

Fandom meme

mini_miss — Thu, 29 Dec 2005 19:53:09 GMT

Snagged from vickysg1 and raindroproses

Name a fandom you know I know and I'll tell you:

1. The first character I first fell in love with.
2. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now.
3. The character everyone else loves that I don't.
4. The character I love that everyone else hates.
5. The character I used to love but don't any longer.
6. The character I would shag anytime.
7. The character I'd want to be like.
8. The character I'd slap.
9. A pairing that I love.
10.A pairing that I despise.

Sorry!

mini_miss — Thu, 29 Dec 2005 18:25:15 GMT

I am a really bad friend right now, I haven't read my flist in days, I'm so sorry! Right after that (and after getting vickysg1's code to work) I'll try to catch up with all of it.

So, I've been going from family reunion to work to family reunion in the last few days.

So, I got:
From my father:
- The Sims 2 Nightlife (part of why I've net been around much, sorry!)
- Veronica Mars' first season!!! YAY!
- L'héritière de Grande Ourse (tv serie from here. I actually asked for the first serie, Grande Ourse, but it's ok because I loved the sequel too. Les filles si jamais j'arrivais à vous le faire écouter... C'est grandiose!)
- Aladdin Platinum edition. Shut up, I'm 7.
- ER's first season but it was a mistake, I actually asked for the computer game lol. We're gonna exchange it for season 3 though.
- Chocolate
- 50$ which will be use to pay my mom back for the satellite.

From my mother:
- Jack Johnson's In Between Dreams. OMG I'm so happy I can't stop listening to it! Amanda I love you!!!
- Presque Tout Sol. A book about... er, too hard to explain.
- Rent's soundtrack. Which, come to think of it I didn't even listen yet... I need to see that movie though.
- Chocolate (WHAT? lol)
- Certificate from Le Garage (shop where I buy about all my clothes lol

Yes, I'm a spoiled kid.

Plus, vickysg1 got me a little book/magazine about Lost (she knows me so well lol) and made me a thing of Atlantis which come to think of it I didn't check out yet and I need to do it very soon!

paigegail, your package is sent, I just hope you'll be there before it! lol

inlifewetrust, je vais m'occuper de ton cadeau aussitôt que possible.

So, here is the place where even if I've been a really bad friend I'm asking help!
I got basically a day and and half to find something in plastic for my 19 years old cousin (boy) about 20$ to 25$ and I have no idea what to get him. Don't say condom or stuff like that please, I'm too chicken to do that. First to go buy for 20$ of it and then give it in front of my whole family.
Help please? *puppy eyes*

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

mini_miss — Sun, 25 Dec 2005 05:23:47 GMT

It's past midnight so I can now say MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL OF YOU!!!

I love you all and I hope you're having/had a great time!

I'm spending (well spent because now I'll go to bed) the evening alone with my father, that was nice. We watched a movie we watch every year while eating and then watched the third Harry Potter (I rencently had him watch the first 2 and he actually likes!) and then we gave each other gifts.
I'll talk about it later today if I have time or the 26 if I don't.

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C'est dépassé minuit maintenant alors je peux dire JOYEUX NOËL À TOUTES!!!

Je vous aime toutes beaucoup et j'espère que vous avez/avez eu beaucoup de plaisir!

Je passe (enfin, j'ai passé parce que la je vais dormir, Zzz)la soirée avec mon papa, rien que tous les deux, c'était chouette. On a regarder Les 12 travaux d'Astérix en mangeant, parce que c'est un classique du temps des fêtes pour nous, et ensuite on a regardé le 3e Harry Potter (Je lui ai récemment fait écouté les 2 premiers et il a aimé!) et on a échanger des cadeaux. J'en parlerais plus plus tard aujourd'hui, ou le 26 si j'ai pas le temps.

VICKY! Vu qu'il était techniquement le 25 j'ai ouvert ton colis et OMG MERCI! Tout ça rien que sur Lost! On peut dire que tu me connais! lol Et pour le truc d'Atlantis, je vais regarder ça dès que je peux ça tu peux le croire! Merci beaucoup beaucoup beaucoup! Je t'adore!

So this is Christmas
And what have you done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
Ans so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
And so this is Christmas
For weak and for strong
For rich and the poor ones
The world is so wrong
And so happy Christmas
For black and for white
For yellow and red ones
Let's stop all the fight
A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
And so this is Christmas
And what have we done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
Ans so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young
A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
War is over over
If you want it
War is over
Now...

Peace in the world! (Even if it's just a dream...)

Now bed kthanks.

I ♥ Christmas cards!

mini_miss — Fri, 23 Dec 2005 05:15:10 GMT

Zsazsa! I got yours today, yay! Thank you so much! You'll get yours... eventually! lol It's gone, but you'll probably just get it next week. =/

Vicky, miracle! J'ai reçu ton colis aussi! Mais bon, tu m'as dit de pas l'ouvrir avant Noël alors j'attends. Je l'ai mis sous le sapin, lol. Je suis toute excitée! Hee! Deux jours!

I feel loved! It's a very nice feeling.

mini_miss — Wed, 21 Dec 2005 19:53:22 GMT

You and me
We used to be together
Everyday together always
I really feel
That I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe
This could be the end
It looks as though you're letting go
And if it's real
Well I don't want to know

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me cause it hurts

Our memories
Well, they can be inviting
But some are altogether
Mighty frightening
As we die, both you and I
With my head in my hands
I sit and cry

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no)
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me cause it hurts

It's all ending
I gotta stop pretending who we are...
You and me I can see us dying...are we?

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no)
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me cause it hurts
Don't tell me cause it hurts!
I know what you're saying
So please stop explaining

Only I don't feel like, I did.

I feel so betrayed. Comment t'as pu me faire ça sans même m'en parler?

To paigegail

mini_miss — Tue, 20 Dec 2005 14:51:55 GMT

PAIGE! I got your card, YAY! It's so cute and I love it and you're so sweet! Yay for Christmas cards!

Now I only need your address so I can send you yours! I just hope you have internet back home so you can read this...

Yes, I'm alive

mini_miss — Mon, 19 Dec 2005 16:15:24 GMT

Sorry I've been so negleting you lately, I was very busy, and still are. School is now done (YAY!) but Christmas is coming so fast and I'm not even near ready.
I'll try to read my flist/reply/write about what's been going on with me tomorrow, today I'm still busy.

You'll probably all receive your Christmas card/gift too late, I'm sorry about that.

Speaking of which, Jessa, I wrote you a card and then realized I didn't have your address. Lame I know. If you could send it to me at mini_miss_parker[at]yahoo[dot]fr I would be very happy. But if you really don't want to/can't, then I guess I'll just scan it.

Yes, I'm alive

mini_miss — Tue, 13 Dec 2005 18:00:54 GMT

Been a crazy week/week-end/Monday that I don't wanna talk about, but now classes are OVER! *do little dance of joy* Only 2 exams and one big work and I'm done.

So, went to play pool with Elif and Joanna, then had a sleepover to Elif's and we rent a movie that was fun. Well, not the movie. Ok, rainblows, you have to explain to me what exactly you like in I ♥ Huckabees, because I seriously don't see it. I barely got what the movie was about, so...

And also that that I stole from meredith44 because I liked.

Also, winter is cold and I hate it. *throws rocks at winter*

CSI 6.09 - Still Life

mini_miss — Fri, 09 Dec 2005 03:04:48 GMT

Wow, that was good.

I kinda pity the mother, it's a very sad story, but when I think of it... I mean, she killed her 2 years-old. I'm like Brass, I'll never understand how a mother can kill her child. Sara's comment really got me, just the fact that she trailed off means she cares: "We want to find a body, get it a rest, but at the same time..." (approximate quote)

Warrick is so good with children! That only makes me love him more!

And, Nicky! You got rid of that thing in your face, I'm so proud of you! *huggles Nick*
Speaking of Nick, are we suppose to know this woman? Was she there in a season before and I forgot her?

And finally we get to know more about Grissom's past! It explains a lot, mostly about why he chose this path. They didn't want to tell him why his father wouldn't wake up, so he decided to discover why everybody else don't.

Stolen from paigegail

mini_miss — Tue, 06 Dec 2005 22:14:39 GMT

Because I loved it so I want to do it even if she didn't tagged me! hehe

1. My username is ____ because ____.
2. My journal is titled ____ because ____.
3. My subtitle is ____ because ____.
4. My default userpic is ____ because ____.

1. My username is mini_miss because when I started my lj I was in my Miss Parker mini obsession and I just created my new yahoo email, which is mini_miss_parker [at] yahoo [dot] fr, and I re-used it but I dropped the "parker". Also, I figure my old nickname from that SG1 board I where I met inlifewetrust, vickysg1, princesse_sarah, littleshare and ti_chaton, was already taken. (It was Faith. Yes, Buffy phase! lol)
2. My journal is titled "And I'm thinking you're just gonna run away" because I saw that Shannon music-vid with that song and I thought it was so fitting her and her abandon complex, and even thought it's technically Maggie Grace and not Shannon in my header, this were photoshoot for her time in Lost (notice the inside of a plane that has crashed on the background), so there. All my layout is based on this song, except in the header because I didn't made it.
3. My subtitle is "And I can't catch you" because it's more lyrics from the song.
4. My default userpic is Shannon/Maggie-Save me because even though it wasn't made to go with the header, it's quite fitting and I love it. I [heart] Shannon/Maggie.

Ok, back to school work too.