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impala_chickLight is on for: Anyone wandering by, including
ficortreat'ers, DW friends, Discord friends, Tumblr friends :)What's in the Bowl? I'll write you a drabble or short fic, make icon(s), or give you random spooky Halloween-related facts!
Let Me Know: For fic, give me a pairing and a short prompt (song lyrics, phrases, one word prompts are all okay). For icons, please link me to an image.
Other info: Fandoms I'll write for fic: Roswell New Mexico, Roswell, Buzzfeed Unsolved/Watcher RPF, Band of Brothers, Generation Kill, Supernatural (except no Dean/Cas pls) + any spooky movie (I will look it up if I have to)!
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Date: 2023-10-07 10:09 pm (UTC)You said any spooky movie, and I'm going to ask if you can do a ficlet for Halloween: H20 the one with Jamie Lee Curtis, Janet Leigh and LL Cool J.
If not, something about Halloween the holiday?
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Date: 2023-11-01 04:17 am (UTC)---
Laurie probably should feel lucky. Lucky that she survived, lucky that Michael didn’t kill her son, lucky that he was finally out of her life. But she didn’t feel lucky.
It wasn’t fair that she’d had to face him so many times, all because he’d planned it that way. He’d stalked her like prey for 20 years, for no real reason at all beyond their familial tie. Laurie hadn’t been sure she was related to him, and couldn't understand at first how he could kill so easily.
At least, not until she was faced with the choice herself. When it came down to it, she wanted to survive. That survival instinct is what drove her to steal the coroner’s van, and drive Michael straight off a cliff. Even after all of that, it wasn’t enough. Michael still wanted her dead.
She barely hesitated before she chopped his head off.
In the end, maybe she was more like Michael than she cared to admit.
So no, she wasn’t lucky. She was just resilient.
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Date: 2023-11-01 01:25 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 2023-10-08 01:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-10-30 02:02 am (UTC)Ronald Clark O'Bryan was 100,000$ in debt, and hatched a plan to cash in on an insurance policy. He put cyanide in 5 pixy stix on Halloween night 1974, and gave them to his children and some of their friends. Once at home, his son ate some of the candy and complained that it was too bitter. "Candy Man" Ronald gave him Kool-Aid to wash it down, and then watched his son die in his arms. He was convicted of murder and put to death. Source. This story is why parents started checking their kid's candy, although that might not have helped in this case because Ronald re-stapled the pixy stix shut.
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Date: 2023-10-30 04:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-10-08 05:31 am (UTC)Prompts (take your pick):
Michael & Max & Isobel, stargazing
Michael/Alex(/Maria), Halloween party in Roswell
Liz & Rosa, photo albums
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Date: 2023-11-03 04:16 am (UTC)Here's a little pre-canon ficlet.
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Isobel takes a deep breath, and opens the door of Michael’s truck to step outside.
It had been years since Max killed that man for Isobel. She hadn’t been back out this far since then. The vastness of unknown desert land frightens her. She can never be sure who is out there, waiting for someone to come along. She doesn’t want to be caught unaware again.
Except there are things she misses about the desert itself, like how freeing it felt to be so alone, with just her brothers and the stars for company. Max and Michael both love looking at the stars, and she misses going with them. She loves looking at the night sky, too. At least, she did before the night of the attack.
So she’d made the decision to venture back out, into the unknown.
As her boots crunch against the sandy desert floor, she feels calm. She can do this.
Max and Michael are waiting for her with tepid smiles.
“Stop. I’m fine.” Isobel waves off their concern.
She sees the look Michael shoots Max, as if he is unconvinced. They both raise their eyebrows but say nothing.
Michael pops the tailgate and turns around to lift himself up butt-first. Then he reaches around and spreads out the blanket he’d brought in the bed of the truck.
“Michael, I’m glad you got your license,” Isobel says as Max gives her a hand up. “This is basically luxury compared to that freakin’ tent.”
They both laugh as Max climbs up behind her. Isobel settles down on the blanket, her back against the wheel well. Max sits across from her.
“And Maxwell here will never live it down,” Michael crows. “I beat him at something. Finally!”
Max groans. “Oh c’mon Michael, there’s plenty you do better than me.”
“Fighting, for one,” Michael immediately says.
Isobel senses their hackles rising. Max is about to say some jab about how fighting is not a skill, and Michael is about to get in his own terse passive-aggressive words, and they could be at each other’s throats in no time. That’s not how Isobel wants the night to go.
“Let’s just open the one beer we managed to steal from our Dad, and look at the stars like we planned.”
“Good idea,” Michael agrees gruffly. He gets the beer out of the cooler and pops the top with his telekinesis.
“Maybe we should have stolen the whiskey out of the liquor cabinet instead,” Max muses as Michael passes him the beer.
“He definitely would have noticed that,” Isobel says.
She leans back on her palms and looks up at the sky. There’s so little light pollution that she can clearly see twinkling yellow lights spread out above her. She wonders if the planet she came from is looking down at her now, watching.
The thought doesn’t make her long for another life. She likes the one she has, with Max and Michael and her mom and dad.
But she can’t help but wonder, at least for one night, who else might be up there.
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Date: 2023-11-04 08:58 pm (UTC)I love that this is from Isobel's POV. Of course she has complicated feelings of vulnerability and unease about being out there again, missing being out in the desert, awe and curiosity about the stars. I love that the three of them go out there together - such a sweet, lovely moment of solidarity and support between them all.
And hahaha, the hilarious teen-specific detail of having stolen one (1) beer from their dad to share, lol. XD
Such a great last series of sentences, too - a lovely moment of self-reflection and wonder to end on.
Loved this treat so much, thank you so much for writing it! <3 <3 <3
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Date: 2023-11-07 06:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-10-08 10:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-10-31 05:15 am (UTC)Sometimes Halloween pranks end in death even if the prankster didn't intend it. At a Halloween Party in Granville, New York in 2009, a woman wanted to "play a prank" on her co-worker after a work place dispute. She spiked the Halloween punch bowl with Visine eye drops. She claimed she got the idea from a TV show and just wanted to make her co-worker sick. Her victim collapsed almost immediately after drinking the punch and later died.
Source.
An unrelated interesting thing is that the word bonfire comes from the phrase "Bone Fire." It is hypothesized that "bone fires" started in Denmark when the bodies of the losing side of a conflict would be piled up and burned in celebration by the victors. Or the word might be named after Edward Bonner, the Bishop of London in Tudor times. In 1555, on his orders over 300 English men and women were burned at the stake for their faith and the fires became known as Bon’s fires as a result.
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Date: 2023-11-01 03:21 pm (UTC)Huh, I'd always assumed bonfire was French.
Thank you! I hope you've had a lovely spooky season!
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Date: 2023-11-02 01:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-10-19 01:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-10-31 05:21 am (UTC)Ronald Clark O'Bryan was 100,000$ in debt, and hatched a plan to cash in on an insurance policy. He put cyanide in 5 pixy stix on Halloween night 1974, and gave them to his children and some of their friends. Once at home, his son ate some of the candy and complained that it was too bitter. "Candy Man" Ronald gave him Kool-Aid to wash it down, and then watched his son die in his arms. He was convicted of murder and put to death. This story is why parents started checking their kid's candy, although that might not have helped in this case because Ronald re-stapled the pixy stix shut.
An unrelated interesting thing is that the word bonfire comes from the phrase "Bone Fire." It is hypothesized that "bone fires" started in Denmark when the bodies of the losing side of a conflict would be piled up and burned in celebration by the victors. Or the word might be named after Edward Bonner, the Bishop of London in Tudor times. In 1555, on his orders over 300 English men and women were burned at the stake for their faith and the fires became known as Bon’s fires as a result.
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Date: 2023-11-01 02:03 am (UTC)