Lukuma's Garden

Uh....fic?

Mon, 22 Jun 2009 16:10:33 GMT

*blows on the dust, scattering it everywhere*

Jesus christ, it's been thirty nine weeks since I updated this. Uh...sorry?

I had the urge to write a fic, so I decided what best to do than to go and write a fan based one? This universe was created by </a></b></a>runenklinge. and I really hope she doesn't get pissed off at writing this out of the blue without any permission....It's dedicated to her for being awesome!

TItle: One Year
Fandom: DC - The Fixed universe
Rating: Uh...maybe PG 13. Yeah, let's go with that.
Characters: Every bloody person I could fit in there.
Author Notes: I apologize for being dead for the past year or so. I'm lame like that.

January

The year starts off quietly in the McCulloch home.

Evan had wisely rejected the eggnog that James had made the night before and brought Alice home early so she wouldn't be tired and cranky all afternoon. Sometime before dawn, the kid had stumbled into the house, crawled up the stairs and pulled the covers over his head, drunkenly mumbling something about racing elephants on flying shoes. He had briefly considered helping the kid make it to his room, but figured if Axel is old enough to not live with James and Piper and pay rent, then he's old enough to get his own drunk ass into his own bed.

He does, however, make sure Axel isn't sleeping with shoes on and the covers are pulled up around him. He also puts a glass of water with an aspirin on the night stand beside his bed. Evan knows better than anyone how hard waking up the next morning can be some times.

He's sitting on the windowsill in his bedroom now, drinking some hot chocolate and watching the sun rise. It's been over five years now since he's touched any kind of drug. He still wakes up sometimes, at midnight, with a craving so raw and powerful, it sucks his breath out.

The house is quiet. It's early enough that Alice is still sound asleep in her room and Axel will probably be out until noon. It's just him and the window now, looking at how the sun rises in their neighborhood, the little hole that they all carved out to live in.

It's been over five years since he's killed anyone for money. He'd still do it, if the Mad Hatter ever came through the door and so much looked at his little girl. He hasn't forgotten anything, not the way the sound a man's neck makes when it's twisted, not the feel of a gun when you pull the trigger.

He was never like Sam, or even like the other Rogues. Maybe it was the way he was brought up or the life that he led, but he never had qualms about killing a bastard for money. He wouldn't do it for money now, he may far from a pacifist but he can't home home to an angel with blood on his hands.

Behind him, in the world of reflections, a mirror ripples and Alice walks through the mirror and into his room, giving him a sleepy look and hugging him tiredly. Evan smiles and lifts his princess onto his lap and they both watch the sun rise together.

The year starts off with smiles.

February

February is always a rush month of Rachel at the flower shop. She doesn't need to work there, but she does anyhow, solely for the flowers. When she comes home though, with her feet calloused and her face lined with weariness, it's all Abe can do to keep from cursing Valentines day off the calendar for good.

Al's been receiving Valentine's day cards for the past week. Not the cheap kind bought from grocery stores, but the extravagant, lace trimmed, elegant kind. They are all signed “Love, from Princess Alice.” Al is both bewildered and embarrassed at the cards, Rachel laughs and kisses his head and tells him that a proper gentleman would send at least a flower back.

Grumpily, Al tries to explain to his dad why he doesn't want to give Alice McCulloch any flowers (“her rabbits smell!”) but Abe just laughs and asks Al to help him with his next stage show.

Grudgingly, with much encouragement from his mother, Al sends Alice some flowers, but sneaks in some chocolates when his parents aren't making eyes at each other.

Chocolates are so much better than flowers.

March

The hardest thing about camping trips is the planning. Each person in their rag-tag family has their own ideas for spending vacations. Minnie wants to go skateboarding on the Great Wall of China or go canoing down Nigeria Falls. Jack suggests a compromise of snow boarding down Mt Everest.

Through the sheer power of leadership that kept the Rogues together after so many years, Len finally has packed up his son, Mick and Minnie in the worn down van, headed towards a nice, normal camping spot.

There seems to be a written rule somewhere, that whenever more than one Rogue tries to go on a nice trip, Murphy's law in immediately invoked.

Their car had broken down halfway to nowhere, which is almost a relief, since Mick had brought along the wrong map and they didn't know where they were going, the air conditioning broke so all occupants in the car were bathed in sweat. Minnie had forgotten her skateboard and Jack had forgotten his baseball glove and (they would find out later) at some point during the trip, the water cooler in the trunk had sprung a leak ruined all the food.

Len had been a fugitive from the law in less desperate conditions than this.

Mick gives Len an old, weary grin, the same kind of smile that they used to give each other after the adrenaline wore off and the rush faded. It was the same “Gotta keep moving” grin that's so reminiscent with old memories of hiding out in lousy warehouses, get shot at together, robbing side by side, sleeping in shifts and complaining about hang overs and cheap women together.

Len grins back and they grab their kids and start walking across the lonely road.

They eventually find a cheap motel, where they crash on the couches and the bed, then wake up to a breakfast of cereal, with a substitute of apple juice instead of milk. Len plays baseball with his son up on the motel roof and teaches him to catch the ball with his bare hands. Mick tries to explain to Minnie why she can't pee in bushes like the rest of her family can, gives up half way and she tries to teach him skateboarding, only to give up half way too. They eat a cold supper of beans and canned soup, Len and Mick swapping old stories (censored) to the fascination of the kids. They play poker until Jack falls asleep on the table and Mick tucks both of the kids in before passing out on the couch. Len, used to being awake while his family, old and new, sleeps, paces around the room, cleaning up bits and scraps and assuring himself that everyone is safe before he too, falls asleep.

When they get home, Jack rushes off to tell Rufio and Josh about the best vacation that he got to go on with his dad and uncle. Minnie complains to Janet that her dad can't skateboard out of a paper bag and keeps the stories she heard inside her heart, where they beat with the life around them that their fathers created.

April

Billy gets anxious sometimes and James, for the life of him, can't figure out why.

His son spends more time talking to the Unseen and looking worried, sometimes starting a puzzle only to leave it half way and constantly switching songs on the family stereo, never leaving a song on for longer than fifteen seconds.

Piper gets worried too, but unlike James, who sits back and tries to figure out what his son is up too, his maternal instinct kicks in and he involves Billy in everything he does, in hopes of eventually prying it out of his son. Consequently, Billy finds himself more often than usual volunteering at the homeless shelter, browsing through vintage music stores and learning how to tune just about every instrument that exists on earth. Still, Billy doesn't revert back to his mischievous, happy self.

Axel suggests that Billy is trying to decide if bringing the apocalypse onto earth is worth being grounded for two weeks. James asks Axel if he's walked into any mirrors lately.

Loreley is the only one who doesn't worry and in turn, she's the only one who understands her brother. That's why he's here, sprawled on her bed and listening to her whistle out some tunes on her harmonica. It's a simple and charming tune and the crease between Billy's eyebrows slowly relax as his sister plays.

“Are they bugging you again?” Loreley's voice and question are both childish and innocent, and it brings Billy back from the slight doze he got from being so relaxed. He shrugs, the restless dead is a subject that's never avoided with his family.

“No, they're not...bugging me, it's just that they get really loud sometimes. I can't hear anything else, you know? It's like they're trying to drown out everything else in the room, and they're always asking me things.”

Deafness is what made his father to be the man that he is today. Billy only prays that deafness won't make him any less of what he is now. He's not as strong as his fathers, not yet.

Loreley goes silent, then blows into her harmonica again and it's the only sound in the room.

Billy sleeps and dreams between the world of the living and dead.

May

Sam's unsure of what he did to deserve a woman like Jerrie and he's always wondering if maybe he fell into one of his mirrors and this is actually a mirror-world. It would make sense, how else could a guy like him be living the life he did?

Jerrie is unsure of what she did to deserve a man like Sam. He's brought so much life to her world, life she didn't even know existed until he came, with his smiles and charm and lifted her out from the dusty world her parents raised her in.

He'll never resent that part of his life, of being a Rogue, just like she'll never resent her parents for being who they are. They both are gentle people by nature, and having this much happiness bestowed on them is overwhelming at times.

Janet is unsure of why her parents are both so silly. Whenever their “special day” comes along, both Mommy and Daddy get all red and soft with one another. Mommy bakes a really big cake and Daddy polishes everything in the house, including the stray cat that Mommy feeds whenever he comes around.

Even though she doesn't understand why they're being so silly (Alice understands but won't share), Janet figures that as long as there's cake, there's no need to understand the reasons behind it. The lights are dimmed low as they all look at the cake that Mommy made, painted with yummy blue and white frosting. There's candles in between the words and Janet asks if she can blow the candles this year, since Mommy and Daddy do it every year.

Daddy ruffles her hair and tells her to go ahead. Janet blows on the candles that are between the words “Happy Anniversary My Love” and looks forward to eating cake.

June

It's hot in the summer time and the ice rink in the city is far too small but that doesn't stop Lisa and Roscoe from skating in the summer time. One begging look from his sister's face has Len hollering at all of his neighbors to get their cars off the road since it's about to become an ice rink and he won't be responsible for what happens next.

What does happen next is that Minnie and Jack almost trip over each other getting their skates on and jumping on the newly made ice rink (some people's car won't be working their own fault for not being home to move it) and hugging Kari and Catherine, who both jump in perfect sync to hug their cousins.

Len scowls and ignores Roscoe's mandatory hello and fiercely hugs his sister. Lisa hugs him back just as tightly, like she was out robbing a bank and was almost shot at instead of performing triple-loops in London.

They settle down on the patio, Roscoe sitting next to Mick in an effort to be as far away as possible. The cold beers that they drink help settle the tension between Len and Roscoe and Mick asks Lisa how London was.

Lisa laughs and says there's no place like home, which is true, because there's no other place where they can watch their kids wobble on the newly-iced over pavement. She tells them how much she missed them all, which is also true, because here is where her family is. Not just Roscoe and her kids, but everyone else she grew to love and cherish.

Then Lisa tells them about how beautiful and spectacular London is and Len's triumphant thoughts pause as he hears how happy his sister is, and how charming and wonderful her husband is for touring with her and seeing the world with her.

Lisa was always innocent as a child. Instead of wishing her father dead or gone like her brother did, she wished that she could be far away, far from all of the troubles that she was born into. Len couldn't give her that. All that he could ever give her, even when they were both adults, was a life of crime and an introduction to a man he wished he never knew, because she had to go out and marry the idiot.

Now she's happy, the kids are happy and even Roscoe is happy in a very Roscoe sort of way. Len downs his beer and wonders if he could have ever really made his sister happy without Roscoe. It was Roscoe's idea, after all, to take his baby sister far away from him and tour the world as a professional figure skater.

The idea that Roscoe is needed, that he's necessary in the plan for Lisa's happiness and thus a constant in Len's life, is a very troubling thought. He needs more beer.

When he comes back with three more beers (Roscoe, no matter how happy he makes Lisa, can get his own damn beer), Lisa grabs his arm and kisses his cheek and tells Len how happy she is to be home with her big brother.

Up ahead, the kids have started a game of tag. Janet, Al and Rufio are strapping on their skates to jump into the game.

Len may not be able to give his sister the world she always dreamt to see, nor the happiness that she receives from Roscoe, but he was damned if he wouldn't be the place she'd always be able to come home too.

July

It's summer vacation. The words that ring throughout the air mean more to Axel than they do to Josh and Loreley, but they're both old enough to know that summer time means fun.

The first day of summer vacation, they all stampede over to Little Frosty's house and make a mad dash to the tree house. Despite it being Jack's place, it's Rufio who assumes control and plans out what they are going to do. Minnie wants to skateboard. Jack wants to play baseball. Alice wants tea parties and Al wants to do everything that Alice isn't going to do, but most of all he wants to put on a play. Billy suggests digging a hole to China and it's only because of Alice, who refuses to get dirt on her new dress, that they don't.

They all agree finally, that the park would be best, and they hold a game of Ultimate Tag. Billy makes the park come alive and Josh accidentally sets off a bolt of lighting less than a mile away. Loreley's hat blows away in the wind and it's because they're all kids that they haven't figured out Josh could have just reversed the wind currents, or Al could have teleported it back to Loreley, or Billy could have broken reality and given it back. They're kids and all they see is an opportunity to run, chase and yell after the hat, running almost a quarter of a mile into the large field surrounding the park. It's Minnie to catches the hat in mid air and like a Frisbee, she throws it back up in the air and the chase is on again, laughing and screaming for the hat to come back, legs pounding the earth into submission.

Tony and Axel find them lying the field, utterly exhausted, Loreley's hat clutched in Rufio's hand where no one can throw it up in the air again. A quick prod and a promise of slurpees from the local convenience store gets them all up again and they troop over to the store and spend a small fortune on candy and cold drinks. Tony asks Axel if it's always like this and Axel just laughs and gives Loreley a sucker bigger than her head.

They go back to the neighborhood where they all decide to play a game of Magical Amazing Wizards (except for Alice, who is a Magical Amazing Princess). The game is relatively simple. They are all magical amazing wizards and they run around and show off their powers to one another. Minnie builds an amazing roller coaster only to have Josh hit it with a magical amazing lightning bolt. Minnie chases after him and tries to hit him with her own magical powers, then they both team up to take down Al's amazing powers. It's a concept that their parents lived by, creation and destruction. Run, chase, team up, take down, create, destroy and build it up better again.

Josh has a skinned knee and Alice sullied her dress by the time they've finished. They've all missed supper time and sun is starting to set. Breathing hard, they all wave and depart, promising to meet up at Lil'Frosty's tree house early tomorrow morning.

Rufio stands in the middle of the cul-de-sac, watching his family trudge back home. The sun is low and the road is a bright orange, his heart is still pounding from all the running and chasing. He watches as they prepare to end their day and he closes his eyes, fixing in his memory the sounds of screaming laughter and the pounding of chasing feet.

It's all very perfect in a way, the time he spends with his family, in a way he knows he'll never regret. He breaths in deeply and prepares to end the first day of summer vacation.

August

Mark and Josh wait for Julie on the front porch, like they always do. Scratchy, bored with waiting, plays on the front lawn, hissing at the shadows and snapping at the butterflies.

Julie usually ends her day at five. Being a cop, however, her days are often unpredictable and she can come in as late as ten o'clock.

No matter how late it is, Mark and Josh wait for Julie. Mark plays with Josh, sometimes they work on the weather and other times Mark reads or just talks to Josh. Time doesn't matter when they're waiting for Julie. From exactly at five, they wait, Mark in breathless anticipation, wondering if today is the day, and Josh with quiet curiosity.

Today they're sitting on the steps of the front porch, Josh on Mark's lap and they're both concentrating on making it humid enough to create dew on the grass. Josh isn't old enough to go to school yet, but he can already make small tornadoes that long stopped terrifying the cat.

It's good that they're here together. If it wasn't for Josh, Mark would probably be out at a bar, drinking and trying to pick some young, long legged college freshman. Even if he was with Julie, he'd go mad with worry, remembering every single bastard that he pissed off over his long career as a Rogue. Without the calming presence of his son and wife, he'd probably start getting spooked by shadows and doubting everything, wondering when everything would come to an end.

Mark has doubts, honestly, that this will last. Not his love for Julie, he knows that that's forever, but he worries about the peace here. It's a neighborhood of old Rogues and despite all of them having long quit robbing banks, there isn't a single soul living on this street ready to stand up, apologize and denounce his name as a Rogue. And Rogues have a way of collecting grudges and one day, those grudges will have to be paid.

He could go mad inside his mind and wonder what bastard tried to kill his wife today and wonder if they succeeded today, or he can hold his son on his lap and play with the weather and wait for Julie to come home.

He's never been one to think about tomorrow. None of them are. So he sits on the porch with his son and waits.

Earlier today, the report showed that Double Down escaped earlier that morning, along with Razor. Josh waves his hands and the air thickens with humidity.

He's not afraid of Double Down. He has the lightning, the wind, the power. Julie just has a gun, her badge and her guts.

Josh giggles and the grass grows heavy with dew.

It's six. Six thirty. Seven.

Seven fifteen and the car pulls into the drive way, the familiar, tired form of his wife getting out of the car and Josh happily toddling over to hug his mother hello.

The damp grass wets the bottom of Josh's pants and, with a blink of an eye, Mark clears the air and restores it to it's normal humidity. The dew on the grass, like rain returning to the clouds, evaporates into the air.

From across the rain that falls upwards, Mark smiles at his wife and welcomes her home.

September

It's a rare day in the Harkness household when something doesn't break. Mom doesn't mind when stuff breaks, in fact, she goes off and explains why it broke and the physics of it falling down and break, and by the time she finishes her lecture, no one can remember whose fault it was in the first place, so they all shrug it off, clean it up and put it away.

Mom's a teacher, so she gets to go back to work when Rufio has to go back to school, which makes the first day a little more bearable. He wouldn't be able to stand it if Mom got to stay home while he had to slave away at school.

Sometimes though, even though Mom's school that she teaches in is pretty close and even though Dad's work is really far away, Dad gets off work early and waits outside of the school to pick Rufio out. The first time he did that, all the teachers got really nervous, because all they saw was a grown man sitting on the hood of his car, fiddling with a boomerang (it didn't have blades though, Mom doesn't let Dad take the ones that can cut outside of the house) and staring up at the school. Dad looks kind of scary if you don't know him. Axel says it's because Dad thinks of a lot of scary thoughts.

Dad picks him up on the first day of school, which is really awesome. Rufio throws his backpack in the back of Dad's pick up truck and yammers on about his day and Dad laughs as they drive on the way home. It's times like this, when he's sitting with his pop, making him laugh, that he doesn't know how anyone, including the stupid teachers at school, can think that his dad is scary.

He asked mom about it once and she dropped the frame that she was holding and made a crack in it. Mom made a face but shrugged it off and turned to Rufio.

“A lot of people know your dad from...a long time ago sweetie. They maybe got a little scared then.”

Rufio figures this is stupid.

“He's not scary now. Not even Alice's stupid rabbits are scared of him, and they're scared of everything”

Mom laughs and looks away.

“Sometimes it's a little harder to put the past back together so the future can fit, kiddo” Then she ruffles his hair and goes off to make dinner, which was a weird macaroni casserole salad thing. Mom can't ever decide on what she should make, so all her dishes are like a three in one kind of deal.

Dad comes home with Uncle Mark and Uncle Mick and they all sit together and listen as Rufio describes his classes and the people he sits next too. Dad listens like it's the most important thing in the world, even though it's really not.

Maybe though, it's enough to make a future, even if it just the family and no one else.

October

“I don't see why you don't visit. You don't visit me anymore. You visited me more when you were going to jail every other week, but now you don't visit me anymore. Why don't you visit me anymore?”

It's a talent, really, to be able to lecture six men with a dozen pins in ones mouth while taking measurements for his next project.

Piper, looking properly ashamed of himself and guilty, is the first to apologize. Gambi waves him off and goes back to measuring Alice, who primly informed Gambi as soon as she walked through the door that she was going to be a princess for Halloween. Not a witch, not a dragon and not a vampire, but a princess.

“Look at the kids. They're so big now, and I'm not going to see them again until they're in college and then they're not going to remember Uncle Gambi. Whose going to visit me then? Not you certainly, oh no, you're too busy to visit old uncle Gambi. Tony! I need 2 meters of cotton blue! Sbrigarsi!

Piper opens his mouth to apologize again but Gambi cuts him off, the old man moving surprisingly quickly and shouting over the sounds of the sewing machine.

“And I don't see why you're not raising your kids like Rogues. You never hurt no one and you gave the people a hero. The people here need a hero, but a hero needs a villains, and you guys didn't ever hurt no one, so why am I only making Halloween costumes for my little angels?

Len speaks up. Five words that have sent lesser men to pick a shovel and dig their own graves.

“Not. A. Chance. In Hell.”

Gambi, long used to Len's attitude, shrugs him off.

“I got cute outfits for them, more princess dresses for the little angel, fitted with Kevlar so she doesn't get hurt. She'd look good in them. Everyone looks good in what I make. You wouldn't know because you don't visit no more.”

And that's the cue for all the Rogues in the room to assure Gambi that yes, he is the best tailor in Central city and they are all so very, very sorry that they haven't come to visit their favorite uncle and yes, they'll come by and stop for dinner on Sunday and play a round of poker, for old times sake.

“Argh, forgive me. I'm an old man and I'm a cranky old man” Gambi smiles at Alice and pats her head, sending her on her way and starts to measure Rufio for his Halloween outfit. “I remember when you boys were young, so young. And now look at me, I'm an old man making Halloween outfits. Still, it's not a bad ending, is it? It's not bad, being old, grumpy men in the end.”

The kids ignore the conversation and play in the corner by themselves. James watches his son and daughter play and brushes his hand across Piper's, who grins back at him. There's that familiar swooping sensation, of being young and in love. No matter how old their bodies get, James' head is still in the clouds, his soul still flying through the air.

Gambi's right, this isn't a bad ending at all.

November

Movie night at Doctor Amar's place meant a dozen movies for the kids until they passed out, and poker and a chance to catch up for the parents.

Tonight, Jerrie had the night shift at the bakery and Melody was at home, grading papers. Al had a cold, so Rachel and Abe were watching him at home. Murmur (Murmy, at the kiddies called him) preferred watching movies than playing poker and was sprawled on the couch with the kids. Crouched around the table then, clutching a hand of cards, Digger can't help but grin as he stares at Len, Mark, Mick, Sam, Piper and James. It feels like the old days.

“Straight flush gents, pay up.”

Everyone groans and Digger sighs loudly and throws his pair of aces down in disgust.

“Aw, shut up Piper, you're a straight.”

Piper rolls his eyes and Digger gets up to get some more booze. It does feel like the old days, all of them sitting together, not a care in the world, a cold beer close by and them playing through a deck of cards. He's lost in nostalgia for a moment, then, from the corner of his eyes, sees Piper's leg all cozied up to and pressed up against James' leg underneath the table.

Huh. That wasn't like the old days.

Maybe he's a little more soused than he should be, but when he sits down, he opens his mouth and asks.

“So James', how long you been wanting to do Piper?” In the silence that follows, Digger asks again, just in case he wasn't clear enough the first time. “Was it when you first met him, you maybe told yourself “Heeey, there's a bloke I wanna shag” or back when we were knocking down banks, or was it just one drunken night you both found yourselves clutching each other's-”

Mark take his beer bottle and clunks it on top of Digger's head, effectively shutting him up. Len's expression is hidden as he takes a long drink from his beer bottle, and Mick is trying to hold in his laughter. Sam's shoulders are shaking and he's grinning as he deals his cards. Piper looks a little red, but he doesn't look angry, just amused. James, on the other hand, has a smile that stretches from ear to ear.

“You're awful curious all of a sudden. Should I suggest that Melody purchase a special gift for your guys anniversary? Something to...spice things up?”

Digger scowls and points a finger at James.

“Hey, it's not my marriage that we're discussin' here. Look, just tell me if you just wanted to get it up the ass all of a sudden, cause then that'd make sense for why'd you go and marry Piper all of a-”

Mark quickly tosses his cards to the table.

“I fold. Digger, you're folding too. Come on, we're getting more salsa for the chips and you can stick your head in the sink.”

Digger tries to protest but Mark has a vice grip on him and drags him into the kitchen and gives him a glass of water. “What the hells up with you? You never questioned either of them before, even when they were up getting married up in front of you.” Digger shrugs and sighs.

“I dunno. It's right that they did get married, seeing how they're a good match and what not, but you know, I was jus' curious. I know when they started seeing each other, when they moved in with each other and when they got married, I was there for all that, I saw it all. But I've known those sorry bastards all my life and I have no idea when they first started. When did” waves over to the poker table, where James calls Len's bet. “that change? When did they stop seeing each other like...like friends like we all see each other and when did that all get buggered up? I can only remember Piper an' James only being friends, and then poof, all a sudden, Piper's getting some ass to bury his-”

Mark stops him right there and waves his hand to shush Digger. After a few relaxing breaths, he opens his eyes and looks at Digger challengingly.

“Why. You worried you might “get buggered up” too and start wanting to sleep with Mick or something?” Digger snorts.

“Mick ain't light in the loafers like Piper is. An' I'm married.” He holds up his hand that has the ring on it for proof. Mark laughs and gives Digger a glass of water to drink and leans up against the sink, staring up at the night sky through the window.

"I guess things just changed somewhere along the way. Doesn't matter really, does it?”

Digger, downing the glass, looks at his old friend.

“Course not. Still, I'd like to know which poker game it was that they started thinking differently about each other.” He sighs again and shakes his head “Ah well, doesn't matter nothing anyways. Guess things always change huh? I mean, look at us, the sorry bastards taking up Mur's house with our cards games, booze and kids.”

Mark smiles and keeps looking out the window. The sky is dark at night and the wind blows the branches on the trees.

“Change is in the wind, my friend.”

December

Evan is the only true religious person in their family, but that doesn't stop the Christmas spirit from infecting all of them and planning a huge party. It's a time for family, and there isn't a force in the world to keep them from celebrating it.

Lisa and Roscoe fly in from Russia, where Kari and Christine immediately run up to their cousins and proudly show off their souvenirs. Len hugs his sister and kisses her on the cheek and ignores Roscoe, and gives the twins a huge hug. Gambi and Tony show up and three trips have to be done to take out all the presents in their car and into Piper's place.

Axel sneaks in through the top window instead of going through the front door and hugs Billy and Loreley as soon as he sees them. He gives them both gifts with careful instructions to not open them around their parents.

Janet is organizing a game of musical chairs while Rufio dreamily tells Al and Jack about a pretty blond girl that he met at school. Al sighs and feels a pang of loss for his friend, wondering if he's now going to be another form of Alice. Minnie and Alice play with the rabbits that she brought over, who are curious about their new surroundings.

It snows around nine and the party moves outside. The kids start a snowball fight and the adults soon join in. Inevitably, powers are used and by ten thirty, they are all wet, cold and shivering and trooping back indoors. The Giovanni family stands triumphant in the midst of their victory of the snowball fight.

Presents are torn open and eggnog is passed around. There's talking, laughter and joy in the house. Sam gently kisses Jerrie underneath the mistletoe and Piper squeezes James' hand.

The year ends with laughter in the Giovanni home.

Quiz!

Tue, 16 Sep 2008 01:24:44 GMT

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Meme - How's and Why's.

Wed, 21 May 2008 19:10:59 GMT

Because I love meme's so much, I've decided to make one up. If you participate, you make Lukuma very happy ^^

Choose one fandom that randomly pops into your head (or that you want to pimp out). Underneath each one, write what's it about, why you like it, who stands out for you and who introduced you to this fandom.

Okay so for me...

DC - Flash Rogues

What's it about?
Well, first and foremost, it's about the bad guys who fight against the good guy, who is the Flash. Instead of following the normal stereotypes of most villains though, the original writers made these villains more than one dimensional and made them awesome.

Why do you like it?
I like it because it's constantly orignal. There's always something going on, and while I don't agree with all the crap they put the characters through, at least it's something. Also, it's the closest that a fellow can find to the orignal, cheerful comics of the long long eighties....

Who stands out for you?
Oh my god....where to start.....Um, I'd say Piper, because he has a lot of character, and a very interesting moral code. Also, he's starred in Countdown 52 recently, so I wanna see where that goes...

How did you get introduced to this fandom?
It's actually kind of funny really. I was looking for "Speedy" (Green Arrow's ward) fics, and I found Kid Flash on FF.net. So I went with it and I found Blinky the Treefrog "Conversation" triology and I got hooked on both Piper and James. Since there wasn't a lot of fics on the Trickster back then, all that passion went into Piper.

It would make me so very happy if people participated in these! Like, to the point where I'd actually write some fics!

Recipe - Chocolate Chip Cookies

Wed, 21 May 2008 18:59:38 GMT

Why? Because cookies are good. And that is all.

Made these with my sister and they got the gold seal of approval, so you *know* that they are good.

Ingredients

3/4 cup unsalted butter, softened
1 cup brown sugar
1/4 cup granulated sugar
1 egg
2 tsp vanilla extract
2 cups all purpose flour
2 tsp cornstarch
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
8 oz bittersweet chocolate, cut into chunks

Directions

In a medium sized bowl, cream together butter and sugars until smooth.
Add egg and vanilla and blend in.
With a wooden spoon, stir in flour, cornstarch, baking soda and salt.
Stir in chocolate chunks.
Preheat oven to 350F
Drop by tablespoons onto a greased baking sheet and bake for 8-10 minutes, until golden brown around the edges.

You know whats funny? This isn't my first chocolate chip cookie recipe....

Fanfic - Ocean

Wed, 21 May 2008 18:54:34 GMT

Toldja it'd be comming. You can't escape it.

Fear not fellow DC friends, I have not abandoned you! Piper and Heatwave fics will soon follow! Probably followed by some Young Avengers! And Jaime Mardox love! Maybe on the last one!

Anyhoo, here's a brand new fic from an old-receantly-discovered Fandom.

Title: No Matter How Broke
Fandom: EarthBound (Mother 2)
Rating: G is fine
Characters: Ness/Paula, mentions of Jeff and Poo.
Prompt: "Joy"

The world was an ocean to Ness, waves cascading over one another, crashing and rising with one another.

Much like the blind man who could hear better than any other person, Ness didn’t speak, rather opting for swimming in the sensations everyone seemed to give off so freely.

Night time was his time, when speech and sound gave into dreams and memories. He was awake most of the time, simply feeling their emotions swell and fade inside of him, more real than any hard unfeeling ground underneath him.

Jeff felt promise and determination, his duo of emotions cascading over one another, anxiety and shame linking them together. There were times that Ness was tempted to reach out to Jeff in his dreams and hold and reassure him, but he never did. It wasn’t his place, and he understood if not accepted it.

Poo was a cataract of raw power and survival instincts, bred and raised thoroughly to live and die for fighting. It was both terrifying and exhilarating for Ness to be connected with him, but Poo was no exception to secrets as Ness knew first hand.

But Paula was purity. Simple compassion and care extending out from her hands into the world, cradling nit close to her body, no matter how broken it may be.

And it was in the night-time dreaming, in her fingers that there was release from the ground, the caged sky and the constant swimming. In her there was peace and warmth, a sort of need that drew them both together.

It was in her that he found his joy.

Otafest-iers?

Wed, 21 May 2008 18:46:31 GMT

I went to Otafest this year, and if you live somewhere in Canada, you probably know what that is.

It's basically a big ol' anime convention, and it was FUN. I wound up blowing two hundred dollars on manga, air brushed tattoos, candy and plushies.

I dressed up as Paula, from Earthbound (one of the new fandoms I've been unexpetedly lured into) and it was awesome. If anyone went, please give a shout! It'd be awesome to hear from you!

I'll be uploading pics ASAP, as soon as my girlfriend loads them onto her computer, so look out for that :)

The coolest thing though, was the Fanart/Fanfic contest. We had a panel that gave you pointers on how to write/draw fan stuff. It was really informative ^^

I wonder if any pictures that people took up of me will surface anywhere.....*pokes head around the internet*.....

ducks head in shame as she sweeps away the dust

Wed, 21 May 2008 18:41:20 GMT

Wow.

Six weeks. You guys miss me?

I am *slack* and I APOLOGIZE. Greatly. Really guys I do.

But good news! I have been seduced into more fandoms, and so there's going to be even more stuff posted on here!

SO um yeah, how have you all been? Anything I missed out on?

For Lukuma is amused by small things

Sun, 06 Apr 2008 17:09:04 GMT

Lukuma will have to write:

I will not claim that I am possessed by the ghost of Socrates

'What will you have to write on the chalk board?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Fic - What's in a name?

Sun, 06 Apr 2008 04:26:07 GMT

Another fic that I'm just squeeking under the deadline for the Alphabet Challenge over at piper_trickster....Yeesh, you'd think I'd know better than to force a deadline on myself.

runenklinge, I want you to know this. It was only because I love you so much that I didn't just say "Screw it, the contest can be moved by a day" and not force myself out of bed to write this.

So, presenting a non late fic, I give you, "What's in a name?"

oh yeah, I changed it from "Newcommer" to "Name"...........don't hurt me.

TItle: What's in a Name?
Fandom: DC
Rating: Uh...maybe 14A. I think I can get away with that.
Characters: Piper/Trickster
Author Notes: Written for the Alphabet challnge and dedicated to runenklinge. Don't take my word for her awesomeness, check her out yourself.

They were both lying on Jame's bed in the lazy warm after glow, James' arm firmly wrapped around him while Piper feathered his fingers in Jame's hair.

"Piper?" James murmurred sleepily. Piper wordlessly acknowledged him, smiling gently.

"Why don't you like your name?"

Piper stirred at the question, the question drawing him away from the edges of sleep.

"Where's this comming from?" He asked, opening his eyes to see James staring at him.

"You don't like it when the guys call you "Hartley" or even "Rathaway." It's always Piper for you." Pressing a kiss to Hartley's forehead, he continued, "I know it's a mouthful, but that's not the reson is it?"

Piper grinned, pointing out,

"Well I guess you or the guys have names like "Mark" or "Michael" or "Len." My name is..." Giving James another smile and a halfhearted gesture as he trailed off, he finished, "Piper's just easier."

Silence, warm and golden, settled around them.

"Is it because of your parents?"

Piper tensed on reflex at the mention of his parents, eyes dropping down. It took another coaxing kiss to his eyes for Piper to answer.

"Maybe." He conceited finally. The silence was far too quiet and still, so just to fill the gaps he asked, "Why are you asking me anyways? Don't you already know all this stuff?"

James gave him a dazzling smile, earning him a proper kiss this time.

"S'good to talk it out," James mumbled between kisses.

Piper nodded slowly, stilling his body once more.

"I know who Piper is," He said quietly. Knowing when it was time to back off, James pressed another kiss to Piper's jaw.

"I like your name," James whispered into his ear, making Piper squirm. "I really really like it."

Hands, lips, touching, kissing, sliding, oh god....

"Hartley," James whispered over and over, "Hartley, Hartley, Hartley. My Hartley."

Another final kiss, the prelude to blinding white relief.

"My Heart."

Fic - Stages

Fri, 04 Apr 2008 03:50:33 GMT

Juuuust sneaking this under the deadline. Go Lukuma!

It's for the alphabet challenge, and for a long scary moment, I didn't think I'd finish this, which is pretty pathetic of me considering it's so short.....

Onto fic!

Title: Stages
Fandom: DC
Rating: Uh...let's bump this up to NC17 to be safe...
Prompt: Moonlight
Author Notes: Written for the alphabet challenge....

New moon

The Trickster was a bastard, Hartley decided, but a funny and well meaning bastard. His jokes were funny, even when going up against the Flash, his odd gizmos could pull a grin out of anyone. It was nice, to *really* laugh and not have it forced out. Everything around the Rogues seemed more real, like he was really living for the first time.

Trickster was different from anyone that Hartley had ever known, growing up in the fog of high class aristocracy. Taking a peek from around his beer to make sure no one was watching, he sneaked Trickster another look. No one really had to know much he really admired Trickster. Not after what happened with his parents.

Waxing crescent
Genius, James thought, absolute genius, and that wasn’t a word he threw around lightly. Sweeping his eyes once more around the museum to take in once more the unmovable statues of security guards and the odd museum patrons that plainly knew they were there but still couldn’t move for the life of them.

Kid’s a good catch, James figured, throwing a dazzling smile to Piper who was inspecting a high quality painting. Piper looked slightly taken aback, then grinned back at James.

And it's in that smile that everything falls together in place.

First Quarter
Trickster’s – James’ kisses were warm and teasing, pushing gently then pulling back, making Hartley mewl softly in frustration. Grinning at him, James gave Piper another kiss, pulling their bodies closer together and toyed in the folds of Piper’s costume.

"James," Piper whispered,

Curving his lips into a full smile now, James sneaked his hands into Piper’s tunic, nibbling at Piper’s neck.

"James," Piper said hungrily, more forcefully, tugging at James’ shirt to make him look up.

"Yeah?" James’ smile never once wavered, on hand now tangling in Piper’s long hair.

"What are we doing?" Piper asked, his eyes a brilliant green.

James kissed him, slow and teasing,

"Doing what I know best Piper. We’re having a good time."

Waxing Gibbous
They flew together, Piper in Trickster’s arms as he flew higher, higher, laughing at the sheer fact that they got away. The adrenaline was running through Piper’s veins and judging from the flush on Trickster’s face and the bright eyes, he was feeling the same.

The ground below had completely disapered, replaced by thin clouds and a distinct chill in the air. It didn’t feel like flying at all, never with James. It felt like the pair of them were weightless and this was what they were always meant to do.

Still crowing with laughter James shifted Piper in his arms, holding him more firmly as they swept lazy arcs in the sky. Both of Piper’s arms were around Jame’s neck, one hand clutching the heavy sack of compressed hundred dollar bills.

Breathless with laughing, his hair completely windswept, Piper grinned at James, thrilled with his life. Nothing was too dangerous anymore, no stunt too ridiculous to pull, no thrill to stupid and immature. James leaned in over to Piper and for no reason, kissed him.

Hungrily, Piper kissed back, both of them so tightly wrapped up in each other neither of them noticed that the sack slipped from Piper’s grasp as he moved to massage Jame’s neck.

"I dropped the sack," Piper murmured to James, feeling that it didn’t quite matter any more.

"Leave it," James told him breathlessly, leaning for another kiss. "We don’t need it, we don’t need a single damn thing anymore."

Full Moon
Dead.

It was such an ugly, final word. No wonder English has over a hundred different, more subtle words for it.

It didn’t matter though, because no word could take away the action of it.

Sammy, Mirror Master, the guy who always had a fresh pot of coffee and was quick with a laugh and would shine everyone’s shoes until they gleamed, was dead.

The Flash was dead too now.

Nothing seemed to move anymore. Everything was quiet and still and nothing mattered anymore. It was over.

He heard Trickster join him from behind, rest a hand on his shoulder as they both stared up at the silent statue of the Flash Memorial.

"Looks like we got the last laugh, huh Piper?" Trickster said in a low voice.

Piper only nodded, his throat tight and constricted. He couldn’t remember anymore why that was so important before.

"He’s gone, we’re still here, and I guess that means we won and got the last laugh in the end after all." James continued on. Piper took the hand that was on his shoulder and held it tightly.

"But, the way I see it, is that we get the last laugh because we don’t ever stop laughing, do we?"

Piper turned to face James, and wordlessly, they took each other in their arms, both of them holding each other tightly. A small laugh bubbled out of James, sounding almost like a sob. Pressing a kiss to Piper’s bowed forehead, James said with final conviction,

"Yeah, we never stop laughing."

Wanning Gibbous
"I’m not letting you do this."

"Look, Piper, I get that you’re squeaky about the heavy work, but there’s no damn way we’re not getting them back for this."

"It’s unnessesary. For chrissakes James, do you know what you’re getting into?"

"I’m protecting my own Piper, what else do you want?"

"At the expense of another life?!" Piper shouted at James.

"He’s connected in with the guy who gave us the bad intel that got Sam killed, it’s all justified."

"I’m not going to let you do this, James."

"Get out of the way Piper."

"You know what I’m capable of, don’t bring it to that. Please, James, don’t do this."

Trickster took a step towards Piper, all traces of his smile gone.

"I do know what you’re capable of Piper. I also know what you’ll never do and never will do."

They stared at each other for a long time, feet planted firmly on the ground.

"Piper. Move."

Last Quarter
Their sex is hurried and rushed, the product of not seeing each other for years, the need to touch everything all at once and remembering all the spots once memorized.

Burying his head in Piper’s neck, James hungrily pressed kisses, reveling in the smell, the feel of everything again. What had happened that they had stopped, that they fell apart?

"Oh God, James," Piper moans, pushing against James’ hand.

After their first climax, they slow down, kiss more, touch more. It’s slower now, unhurried and purposeful. I missed you, says the hand that runs up Piper’s belly, reproachful at every faint scar. I missed you too is the hand that tangles itself in the familiar blond hair, longer than he remembers.

I love you,
says every kiss, every slow touch. I’ve always loved you.

Their limbs are tangled together in the next morning, every message well spoken for and answered.

Waning Crescent
Hartley wonders who is this man who says he’s James Jesse. How a man who sits so long at his desk, never smiles or walks on air just because he can, can possibly be the same Trickster that he remembers.

Wonders what time and age did to all of them, broken and tired like an old sand wheel.

Things don’t seem to matter anymore, the days that go by are only one long day that will stretch on until they die. It’s jail, it’s gone, everything’s gone.

There’s a ghost inside Hartley’s head that laughs and flies around. He’s the one always telling Hartley that there’s always something to laugh about. It was that ghost that brought him here, with the promise of warmth and to stop the constant tick-tocking inside him head.

Hartley wonders if James has any ghost inside of him anymore, or if time has finally crushed the laughing joy inside of him.

No moon
The Rogues never found James’ body.

They all went out to the dessert and for days, they searched for it, retracing Piper’s steps and never finding a damn thing, not even a clue of where it had been.

It’s as if the dead corpse of James Jesse suddenly up and walked off, to quote Mick who gave Piper long look after.

Piper could only stare off in the distance trying not to break into laughter. He knew James wouldn't mind, but he didn't want to startle the other Rogues. There was enough rumors as it was.

Trickster, James, Gio had gotten the last laugh after all. His body, just like a trick, the last trick, would never be found.

Presenting now, as The Trickster's final and parting act, the disapearing body, never to be found again.

Piper tried to muffle his laughter, remembering how it was James himself who told him that it was Rogues who always got the last laugh.

fic - Fifty sentences on the Argonauts

Thu, 03 Apr 2008 01:00:28 GMT

Yes, that behemoth of a number is most indeedly correct. This is the largest sentence fic I've ever written, though.....it is an a *team* and not on an actualy *person* So assuming Lukuma is fair to her characters and gave them equal amounts of sentences, it'd only be eleven sentences each.

Go me?

Title: Fifty Sentences on the Argonauts
Fandom: Pride High Universe
Disclaimer: Don't own this marvelous comic, Tommy Roddy does. Kudos to Alex (Oblivious) for being an original character!
Rating: Meh....pg?
Author Notes: Comments and feedback make me squee with happiness. A happy Lukuma is one who updates.

Fear my ability to write run on sentences! Fear it I say! Fear it!

Questioning
“Life is,” Dion hesitated over answering, “Life to me is….”

Sleep
“Who is the dead man who set the alarm clock at five in the morning?” Beowulf snarled

Teamwork
“I’ll hold him down while you guys punch some sense into him,” Beowulf suggested to Paul and Cas who both nodded vigorously.

Independence
“We’re the best damn heroes here,” Dion said fiercely, “Because we don’t rely on a bunch on showy powers to do our thing, anything we do, we have to do on our own.”

First Impressions
“You think he’s really Argonauts material?” Beowulf asked, looking dubiously at Alex

Early
“One of these days,” Beowulf assured Dion, “I’ll convince myself that I am a morning person, but until then, I’ll going to make morning practices as much hell as it is for me for everyone else.”

Worth
“If we only had friends that could tell us apart, we’d have no friends at all.”

Epiphany
It wasn’t until Beowulf sat down and really thought about why he acted the way he did that he realized how much of an ass he actually was.

Company
When they weren’t training and making their presence known to the school, they were lounging in Dion’s room, drinking pop and talking how one day, everyone was going to know their name because they were going to be just that good.

Justified
If they couldn’t handle people just talking about it, Dion always figured, they shouldn’t be out in the first place.

Hidden
“Yeah, y’know,” Beowulf said sheepishly, “I always did think Alex liked to…you know…putt in the rough.”

Rules
Cameron intimidated the hell out of Dion, because he knew that Ashton didn’t have the same morals as the usual telepath.

Explain
“The second you get knocked down,” Dion explained as he laid out his strategy, “you pick yourself up faster than they saw you fall and you hit them until they can’t hit back.”

Anything
“The Argonauts are based on pride, so go find something to be proud of.”

Survey
“Oh man,” Beowulf whispered in Dion’s ear, “You’re girlfriend’s hot.”

Identical
“Guys, you don’t need people to tell you apart for them to be the best.” Dion assured them.

Humor
Alex sometimes surveyed his teammates with an odd look on his face, like he was amused.

Defensive
“Don’t call my cousin a fag,” Dion snapped at Beowulf.

Secrets
Dion tried smiling at Beowulf “Guess we’ve been keeping a lot of stuff from each other, huh?”

Title
“The fag squad is defined by them being fags, the animal squad for being animals, and the faggy martial art squad for their faggy martial arts, but we’re only got a name if we’re damn well good.”

Power
The power of the Olympian Gods hummed in his veins, pulsing his blood to throb in his ears, making him more than just Dion Tan.

Name
“Yeah, it’s great you’re named after a god, Dion,” Beowulf assured him, “But don’t you think it’d be cooler to be named after, like, a god of fighting than the god of beer?”

Confusion
“This is the guy who’s going to take the last place on our squad?” Beowulf asked.

Comparison
Mikhail was someone that Dion always assured himself that he wasn’t like.

Mixture
Either Alex didn’t notice his teammates expressions when he said that he had kissed another guy, or he honestly didn’t care.

Ideology
The Argonaut’s were simple in their philosophy; don’t get beat down by anyone you can take down.

Twins
Beowulf tried smiling at the single twin, “Paul, maybe? No?”

Unexpected
“Whaddya mean you ‘don’t drink’?” Beowulf asked stunned.

Tired
“I’m Paul,” he sighed, “He’s Cas.”

Feelings
Alex grinned sleepily at Cam as they pulled away, “That felt really good man.”

Jealous
Paul walked into the room, nodding to Cameron and Troy, “Morning Rent Boy, Yoko.”

Packaged
They came and left as a unit pair, either you took both twins in or none at all.

Difference
“It is about winning,” Beowulf explained, “It’s also about not losing.”

Constant
They chose to be amused rather than annoyed by the constant mixing up.

Code
“There is no stupidness,” Beowulf recited, “Only knowledge, no life, only sports.”

Lyric
“Should I try to be a straight A student?” Alex sang under his breath “If y’are then you think too much.”

End
It wasn’t so much the constant pointing out that annoyed them, it was that they knew that it never to stop.

Betrayed
It wasn’t that Beowulf was coming in late for practices, it wasn’t even about the less time they spent joking around together, it was the fact that he kept Claire a secret even from him, and that hurt.

Accuse
Beowulf narrowed his eyes, “Like you wouldn’t and, actually, did do the same thing.”

Answering
“Life is a big wrestling match, and you can’t ever doubt yourself or have second thoughts, because then you’ll be trapped, and you get knocked flat and no one is going to help you up if it’s your own dumb fault.”

Blood
Alex grinned bemusedly at Dion as they watched Will practice his martial arts, “Guess it runs in the family, huh?”

Lie
Beowulf grinned at Dion, “What makes you think that I’m going out?”

Explanations
“Okay Beowulf, I had to knock down three guys, spent five bucks on chocolates, waste a good half hour of my life nodding to a conversation of shoes, so you better have a damn good reason why you don’t want to go out with her.”

Conduct
There was a strict unspoken rule of no questioning each other among them.

Directions
Beowulf watched as Alex walked into the Biology lab looking for the Math hallway, “Y’think he can even find the gym?”

Music
After listening to Beowulf recite once more the chorus of “We are the Champions” in the aftermath of the tournament win, both twins offered Dion a sum amount of two hundred dollars to shut him up.

Laughter
“You,” Dion said laughing, “owe Freddy Mercury a lifetime of apologies.”

Untouchable
“I dunno man,” Beowulf said uncomfortably, shrugging his massive shoulders, “I just kind of assumed that nothing could ever even touch you man.”

Corners
Even in his darkest, most desperate hour, Dion was never going to tell Beowulf how it felt to kiss him.

Choice
“Either we split up and people will be able to tell us apart, or we can be close and not care at all, and frankly, we mean too much to each other to do that.”

Fights
Beowulf figured something must have gone down with Dion and Cameron after he found Dion working out at the gym at two in the morning.

Second
The loss against Pride High was the second most ego-numbing thing that Dion had ever gone through.

Lines
Dion tried hard to remember the exact moment when jokes stopped being funny and life stopped being a game.

Alien
Guilt was so unfamiliar for all of them; they didn’t understand it until it was too late.

Reasons
“You wanna know why I have a problem with you Beowulf, I’ll tell you, it’s because at least Dion has some kind of twisted reason for acting the way he does, you don’t, all you do is follow.”

Loyalty
Beowulf gave Dion a long steady look, “I’ll help you up man.”

Fic - The Day After

Sat, 22 Mar 2008 20:35:27 GMT

Rogue fic!

I figured that there had to have been one time before the mess of Salvation that a couple of Rogues sans Piper and Trickster that went and had a quiet moment of respect for Bart Allen.

Because it's apprently Mick Rory Appreciation day, done from his pov.

Title: The Day After
Fandom: DC
Rating: pg is more than enough
Disclaimer: Not mine

There's a morning after to everything. Sex, drinks, gambling and love. There always comes a time when reality comes to knock down everything and there's no amount of callousness to protect yourself from it.

It's the same with fire, the hot sexed show. It's gone and left, only leaving it's ashes and cold coals.

They're standing at the foot of Bart's grave, waiting for the police sirens to catch up with their location.

"Time to go," Len mutters, his voice cold and like charred logs in Mick's childhood fireplace. They all nod, it's time.

Tomorrow, the day after the flames, has come.

Fic - Thirty Four Sentences about Mick Rory

Sat, 22 Mar 2008 20:30:19 GMT

Annnnnd, Luku's back to her sentence format.

Another sentence fic for you guys, this ones about (guess) Mick! Because he's awesome, I told you.

Title: Thirty Four Setences about Mick Rory
Fandom: DC
Rating: pg?
Disclaimer: Not mine

Seduce
The fire danced in front of him, calling to him in the most beautiful and familiar voice he knew.

Legacy
"Barry Allen kept us from building empires, becoming gods and he was three times the hero you'll ever be."

Love
He loves the fire like Piper needs sound.

Home
"I employ a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy," Mick explaned as he showed Owen around.

Protective
Feeling oddly proud of himself, Mick tucked Piper in, turned off the light and left the room.

Misunderstood
"Piper used to see some real bad guys back in the day," Mick told the lawyer shrugging, "It wasn't homophobic or whatever you called it, just protecting our own."

Laughter
"Been a while since I've been in a bar fight!"

Comparison
"You're nothing like the Flash," Mick told Wally.

Steady
He's a rock in the river, steady and anchored as life washes over him.

Fantasy
He had a dream once that he was burning to death, and he cried when he woke up and realized it just was a dream.

Identity
He wonders sometimes if the people he helps with is foundation really know who he is.

Comfort
Shaking, he lit the candle, staring at it greedily as if he could never grow tired of it.

Impressions
Kid has a nice laugh, he decided when he met Trickster.

Indifference
As the house burst into the flames, all he could think about was how absolutely beautiful it was.

Annoyed
Mick grumbled and pulled the blankets cloer around his body, "Stupid Len and his stupid winters."

Family
"Your dad was just like the rest of us, kid, no better, no worse."

Lyric
"If it wasn't for bad luck," Mick chuckled, "I'd have no luck at all."

Confession
"I guess that makes me pretty human," Mick admitted.

Villains
"I did it for Piper Flash, I did what no hero would do and now he ain't gonna have no more nightmares."

Heroes
"There's a lot more to being a hero than calling yourself one," Mick told her.

Understanding
Mick gave Mark a long quiet look, "Then maybe it better to not feel a thing, huh?"

Familiarity
Mick grinned blearily at Len over the empty bottles, "Right back atcha, asshole."

Flee
"Keep running kid," Mick bellowed, "Don't look back!"

Change
"It's not so much who you are in the heat," Mick murmurred, "It's who you turn out to be after."

Pain
"Argh....I'm getting to old for this."

Retribution
"Burn," Mick hissed, fire in his eyes and soul, "Burn and die"

Routine
Sighing, Mick pulled himself out of bed, light a candle and got ready for the day.

Troube
Grinning roguishly, Mick helped himself to another piece of pie as Kara smiled weakly at James.

Questions
"A rogue...a rogue is...." Mick mused to himself "What is a rogue?"

Answers
"I don't bother too much thinking what a rogue is, but rather what it is a rogue does," Mick answered.

Time
"We used to hole ourselves somewhere with some beer, couple o' decks and bam," Mick explained, "we'd be immortal."

Ache
Mick watched Piper sleep, watchied his chest rise up and down, wondering what kind of a world he lived in that they'd hurt a lamb like him.

Shame
A hot flush came on Mick's face, "I just got some trouble reading stuff, that's all."

Lesson
"It ain't about winning, never was, you remember that."

Fic - Candle

Sat, 22 Mar 2008 20:23:20 GMT

Look! Lukuma wrote a fic in actual fic format! Be amaaaazed!

This one's another Mick one (roll? What roll?) and his pyromania.

Title: Candle
Fandom: DC
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: pg13?

Her voice is always there, a constant murmur in his ear.

He hates to deny her anything, because her voice sounds so sad and hurt when he denies her. Not always though, other times she gets insistant, angry and bitter with him. Both hurt him deeply.

He remembers the time when he didn't hear from her at all. He almost died from lonliness, and when she came back, he held on tightly to her, the only thing that made sense.

She wakes him up now, her voice loud and insistant. Tonight, there's no denial, no haphazard arguments.

He grabs the lighter by his bed, and without hersitation, he flicks it on. Burn Mick, let it burn.

Yeah," he's shaking, sweating, not knowing anymore if he's talking to himself, the candle or her.
"Burn. Let it all burn."

He stays that way for the rest of the night, shaking and sweating over the only love he knows.

For it amuses me.....

Sat, 22 Mar 2008 20:19:48 GMT

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Fic - Twenty Random Facts About Mick Rory

Sat, 22 Mar 2008 20:08:03 GMT

I'm starting to think that I suck at writing actual fics and can only use meme formats...

Oh well, here's another Twenty Random Facts, this one about the Mick! Because I have decided he is under appreciated and more fics shall be written about his awesomeness!

Title: Twenty Random Facts
Fandom: DC universe
Rating: Uh....I think 14A....cause of swearing...and burning people...
Disclaimer: Not mine.

1) He doesn't want to lose the fire. As bad as it is, he never wants to lose it, the heat, the colors, the intesity, none of it. The fire is more alive than he is, it's his drive that pushes him on. He lost that once, lost the flame that he gravitates around. When the Flash died, it was more than just one more hero. It was a part of him that was all coal and ashes now, and now all he has is the fire. He isn't going to lose that. Ever.

2) The Rogues aren't his family. He had a family once, when he was a lot younger and a whole lot wetter around the ears.

He burned his family to the ground, listened to their screams as the house he grew up in engulfed itself into fire, beautiful fire. He watched, captivated, as they themselves became part of the fire, burning their skin and faces off, as the fire connected, dominated them.

He still has nightmares about it, waking up biting his tongue so he doesn't do something stupid and cry or something. So when someone asks if the Rogues are family, he tells them no, because they're so much more than the fire.

3) His first impression of Mark hasn't changed much. Flightly young thing with ideas too big to fit in his head. Bit of a crazy nit, but a good man all the same. He never once doubted that Mark blamed himself for his brother's death, but had his own misgivings if Mark actually killed him. Mark, who never once laid a hand on Lisa and spoke to his wand like it really hear him, didn't have the capacity to go and kill his brother in cold blood.

4) He doesn't like to ask questions, every man deserves to keep his own story to himself.

5) Someone once wrote an article about the Flash Rogues. Saying that they were all genious's that lost their path or something.When he read it, he laughed, because he's not a mite clever. He can build what he needs, fix what's broken, but that's about the extent of it. He's not like Piper, James, Sammy or Ros. They thought in spades, thought above and beyond what was needed and got what they wanted, build not from the scrap metal at their feet, but from their own twisted heads. That's what genious is, brilliance and all that crap. He ain't that, but he knows it when he sees it unlike Ms. Lane who just went and wrote a whole bunch of crap.

6) James was like one of those birds, the ones that Abra Kadabra was always telling about with the fire on their wings and what not. The kind that when they died, and all there was left was smoke and ashes, they'd go and poke their heads out of the ashes because they never really died, and always could pull a fire and a smile from just a pile of ashes and nothing.

7) There's a purity in the Rouges who never killed. A sort of untouchability in Piper and a few scarce others. He's not part of that.

8) It was Mick killed Wolfe. It was a week after Piper's failed trial over his Iron Heights experiance. It had been a long, bloody process that did more bad than good, and in the end, Wolfe got off clean.

Super heroes never seemed to go for the real bastards anymore, and there seemed to be very little justice anymore. He went out one night with a gun, and shot him, remembering the way the good jail keeper curled around the bloody hole, the gurgling gasp he gave and finally, the death rattle that finally, finally told Mick that it was over for Piper.

He never once regretted it.

9) He had hair once. Great flowing locks of it.

10) He'd like to go out with Digger's boy one of these days. Go out drinking with him and get a mind of how the boy is like. Before it's too late, and Owen thinks that being a Rogue is nothing about never being alone.

11) He knows that he's going to Hell. He came to terms with it long ago, was there and saw where he's headed when he sold his soul to Neron. There was nothing to be done about it, nothing to change his way anymore. There was only acceptance left, a sort of tired resignation that he came to. The only thing he can do now is make sure that he makes the best of his time now, because there'll be an eternity of feeling sorry for himself later.

12) No matter where he goes, what place he rents or hides in, he always has a spare bed or corner. Never know when someone might wander by and need a warm place to stay in.

13) He doesn't like Axel, not a bit. Kid is a stupid brat with his head up his ass so far he eats his own shit for breakfast. But he does think it's wrong for the other Rouges to hate him because he's not James.

14) There's a strange kind of quiet without Digger. It's like having the fire, but not the heat. Digger may have been six different kinds of ass, but he was there, always cheating at cards, drinking and borrowing money that
he never paid back. It was oddly quiet without him, a lonely kind of quiet that they all felt.

15) Out of all the Rouges, he's the only one who can call Piper a "lady man" and make Piper smile.

16) It's now that he's getting up there in his years that his mind is starting to clear up a bit. The fog inside his mind that he grew up with is starting to lift a bit, allowing him to look back over the years and reflect a bit. He's decided not judge about what was right or wrong, but just to look at what is. What was.

17) Lisa was a bit of a nit, despite being related to Len. Had to hold her hand as she walked the path of the Rouges and really, no matter how many times she did something, she never really learned it properly. Which is fine, because he never got tired of showing her how to do something. She was a joy, really, and like Piper, it was hard not to love her.

18) He was honestly sorry when Bart Allen died. Not just because his life was irreversisably changed, but because he had the feeeling that Bart was the closest thing to the first and proper Flash that they ever had. And now, just like Barry, he was gone.

19) As bad as it ever got, he could never regret the Rogues or the time spent with them. Regretting them would mean wanting to regret the laughter, the warmth and knowing for the first time that he wasn't alone. No amount of jail time could ever take that away from him.

20) He's the secret keeper of the Rogues. He knows all the little things that people keep to themselves because when they need a warm bed and a quiet ear, they tell him things. No one else knows what he knows, even James. It's his role in the Rogues, his gift that no one can ever take away.

Recipe - Apple Strudel

Sat, 22 Mar 2008 19:55:31 GMT

Made this last night while watching Disney's Aristocats. I love that movie so very very much. The only thing I possibly love more is this recipe, because apple strudel tastes so damn good.

Think pie, only lighter and more amazing. One of these days, I'll buy a camera so you guys can get visual aids along with my recipes.

Ingredients

Pastry!

2 cups of all purpose flour

1/4 cup of cake flour/self rising flour

100ml of ice water

1 cup of unsalted butter (cubed)

Filling!

4 apples, thinly sliced

1 tablespoons of honey

2 tablespoons of orange juice

1/8 cup of butter

1/2 cup of sugar

2 tablespoons of soft brown sugar

Cinnamon for garnish

Crushed almonds

1) In a large bowl, sift together the flours. Bit by bit, add the butter, rubbing it in with the flour until well mixed.

2) Once your flour mixture looks like coarse meal, add the ice water bity by bit, stirring with a knife, until mixture can make a rough ball. Divide into two, and refrigerate until malleable.

3) In a saucepot, heat the apples and butter for two minutes or until the apples are golden brown.

4) Add the honey, orange juice, sugar and brown sugar to the apples and stir. Continue to heat unil the apples are tender.

5) Take your apple mixture out and cool until completely cool.

6) Take your dough, and roll each one out so it's 4"x10"

7) Using a knife, cut slits into the edges into the dough with 1" intervals.

8) Sprinkle the crushed almonds onto the base of your dough, then spoon the apple mixture onto it. Cover with the slits.

9) Bake the apple strudel for 25-30 minutes at 450F, let cool for 15 minutes before eating.

10) Enjoy!

Fic - Hot Chocolate

Sat, 22 Mar 2008 19:51:48 GMT

Yeah....me and deadlines? Don't mix....

See, I promised to write this for Quark, who was feeling down....like a week ago....and I feel bad. Very very bad. I would offer to write an apology fic, but knowing me, that wouldn't go very well......

Still, hope you enjoy this Quark and you feel better from what was bugging you a week ago....

"I can make it warmer, you know, if you want," Mark offered, eyeing Mick's huddled form. Mick shook his head and pulled his blanker tighter around his body.

"I'll be alright, thanks Mark." Mick reached over and poured himself another cup of steaming hot chocolate milk. "You know how Len gets around these days anyway."

"Like an eleven year old disovering sex." Mark nodded, prompting Mick's lips to twitch into a smile. "Any hot chocolate for me?"

"Nope." Mick deadpanned, snatching the hot thermos away.

"What?" Mark exclaimed, "I offered to make it warm and everything."

"Doesn't mean I have to give you any." Mick answered. Mark looked disgruntled,

"You gave Piper hot chocolate last night," He pointed out pouting.

"Piper was pissed off over Vlad," Mick explained, giving Mark a pointed look.

Mark winced,

"They still seeing each other?"

"Not anymore," Mick sighed, draining the last of his mug.

"If you give me some hot chocolate," Mark promised, "I'll give you some really hot weather in summer."

"You've got a one track mind there Mark," Mick chuckled.

"How about it though?" Mark pressed.

"Don't know if you'll keep your word Mark," Mick mused.

"Rogues honor," Mark promised. Mick chuckled at the phrase,

"Pretty damn contradictory that,"

"Your mother is pretty damn contradictory," Mark grumbled, "You gonna give me the hot chocolate or what?"

"I would Mark, I really would, but..." Mick's voice trailed off, a bit of a smile tugging at his lips.

"But what?"

"I just finished the last cup."

"Mick!" Mark yelped, humidity growing in the room.

"Rogues honor Mark, Rogues honor."

Meme! - secret character and au list

Sat, 22 Mar 2008 19:46:53 GMT

Jumping on bandwagons are fun :)

I made 2 lists, one of DC characters and one of AU settings.

For the characters, pick two numbers between 1 and 30.

For the AU settings, pick one number between 1 and 12.

Then I will tell you what characters & AU setting you have picked and what it would be like (or possibly write a snippet from it.)

Amuse yourselves and ask more than one, I know I'm going to amuse myself ;)

Because these things amuse me

Fri, 07 Mar 2008 14:45:25 GMT

- September 12 -
You are very clever and knowledgeable. You are very calm and cool in social situations. You are kind and sympathetic to people, although you like to choose your friends carefully.
Positive Traits: energetic, enthusiastic, generous, charismatic, visionary
Negative Traits: selfishness, unfocused, impracticality, irresponsibility, fanatical
'What does your Birthdate mean?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Um....what? XD....energetic, charismatic, visionary?

Blergh....

Thu, 06 Mar 2008 21:14:17 GMT

Lukuma is sick....

I woke up Wensday morning to rusty needles in my throat and my chest feeling like someone had taken a sledge hammer to it. Also? I had a head ache.

Pulling myself out of bed, I resigned myself to a sick day at school, as some days occasionally are. The walk from home to school was one of the worst ones I ever had. I was so tired from walking *one* kilometer that my legs were actually shaking from exhaustion. I didn't know it was possible to feel so crappy.

I couldn't even make it to lunch break, I just went home after a mere hour. For those who don't know me personally, let me clue you into something. The last time I went home because of sickness was when I was in *grade two* and I started projectile puking in my class. I usually don't even get colds when cold season comes, my tank of a body just *deals* with it. So me missing class? Is a really big deal.

The walk home was another nightmare, one that I'm amazed I made it. When I got home, I crashed on my bed and didn't move for six hours, until my dad got worried and came to check on me because he's awesome like that.

I'm not to sure what happened while he was there. I'm sure I was dead asleep, but he says I was hallucinating. When I came to, he was imitating me so we could both laugh about it.

So after a hideous thirteen hours which I spent asleep (and apparently hallucinating), I came too enough to drag my ass to the nearest clinic, only to be told that even though this is a walk-in clinic, I can't see a doctor for the next hour because it's their lunch break.

If I wasn't so exhausted, I would have broken a chair over their faces.

After an hour of coughing out my lung and *freezing* (I have a fever *again*), I finally got to see a doctor and got to be told that I have influenza and there's no medication for it, I just have to slug it out.

Conclusion? Lukuma is sick and miserable, and would very much appreciate her friends to cheer her up (online hugs go a long way).

Please?

EDIT: I love my friend list. So very much. Thank's guys!

Recipe Time! - Sugar cookies!

Mon, 03 Mar 2008 02:57:37 GMT

Because apparently I can't stop posting today, here's a cookie recipe that I *adore*

PS If anyone here ever wants to swap recipes, don't hesitate to ask!

Ingredients

> 2 3/4 cups of all purpose flour
> 1 teaspoon baking soda
> 1/2 teaspoon salt
> 1 1/4 cups of margarine
> 2 cups of white sugar
> 2 eggs
> 2 teaspoons of vanilla extract

> 1/4 cup white sugar for decoration

Directions

1) Preheat oven to 350F (170C).

2) In a medium bowl, stir together the flour, baking soda and salt. Set aside in dry, airy place.

3) In a large bowl, cream together the margarine and 2 cups of sugar until light and fluffy.

4) Beat in the eggs one at a time, then add the vanilla.

5) Gradually stir in the dry ingredients until just blended.

6) Roll the dough into walnut sized balls and roll the balls in remaining 1/4 cups of sugar.

7) Place the cookies 2 inches apart onto ungreased cookie sheets and using your thumb, flatten slightly.

8) Bake for 8-10 minutes in the preheated oven, until lightly browned at the edges.

9) Allow cookies to cool on baking sheets for 5 minutes before removing from wire racks.

10) Enjoy!

For those of you curious of Pride High....

Mon, 03 Mar 2008 01:19:18 GMT

I have a few people questioning me about Pride High, what it is and a such. I decided to post this up here so you can all get aquainted better with it and revel in it.

Long story short? It's X men without the stupid, Teen Titans with better characters and Clone High with a better plot. It's about a school that's geared towards training teens with powers.

The cool part? It's an independant comic that sometimes uses reader characters! So if you have a character, you can register him/her and you might be in a comic. Which, by the way, is very very cool.

If you do choose to join, I'm under Ceteria over there, so drop me a line if you do join :)

I'm going to post up a whole bunch of links and explanations so better to aquaint yourself to join.

To start things off, Pride Comics is the official website, the 'heart' of the actual comic.

I know a whole lot of you have some burning questions about Pride High, (such as a clear explanation of the comic) so to have them answered, go here, their FAQ page where you can get your basic questions answered.

Now for the fun part! Here are the character bios! Right now, I'm going to post up the main character bios that star in the comic.

In Pride High, they host inter school tournaments between squads, composed of five students each. These squads are called ISC squads. The main character's squad is called Pride High, which is a GSA (gay straight alliance) group. Here are the main characters:

Jorge Ponce (Kid Mischief) Bio

Jorge is the main character of Pride High and current leader of Pride High.

Craig Newman (Mindsweeper) Bio

Craig is Jorge boyfriend and he's a telepath, so lots of fan points for him ;)

Claire Aedhammier (Scotch Bonnet) Bio

Claire's one of my favorite characters, mostly because she's so appealing. She 's also Jorge's best friend.

Survai Small (Survai) Bio

Survai is one of my absolute favorite characters because of her strength in her character.

Chippendale Chesterfield (Chip Cheetah) Bio

An England boy and a speedster. What's not to love?

Vincent Hong (Unison) Bio

Here's Vince's bio. And yes, the rule of only five per squad still stands. Those who read the comic know why he's there.....

Another interesting part, Vincent is a reader's character. A fan created him and was chosen to be one of the main characters in Pride High!

Exicted yet?

And that concludes the main character ISC squad. For completedness sake, I'm going to post the Argonauts squad. They're the biggest rivals of Pride High at the moment and next to Pride High, they're main characters as well.

Here are the argonauts!

Dionysus Tan (Kid Olympus) Bio

Straight off the bat, here's Dion, leader of the Argonauts and biggest douche of Posiedon Prep. I don't like him.

Beowulf Johansson (Beowulf) Bio

Yes, that name is indeed a reference to the Swedish legend and the crappy Hollywood Movie, Dion's best friend.

Pollux and Castor Murphy (Smash and Crash) Bio

Because Paul and Cas (this is what people who aren't their parents call them) are identical twins and have the same bio, I just provided one link to them. It's the same bio either way

Alessandro Apoestha (Oblivious) Bio

This is why I love Alex, because he's really not a douche like the rest of the Argonauts. His character is so weirdly unique, it's awesome.

Also, interesting point. Alex is a readers character. He was made by a fan who registed his character and now he's in the comic!

So that concludes the main two squads of Posiedon Prep (the name of the school). Now that your all aquainted with the main characters, why don't I introduce you to my favorite characters and the ones that I write about?

By the way, if you want some more bios, they can be found here and here

Cameron Ashton (Brain Candy)Bio

Another reader character who made into the comic!

William Tan (Hollow) Bio

For those of you who havn't noticed, Will's one of my favorite characters. His personality is amazing and I love how he interacts with people and the *environment* around him. Also? He's Dion's cousin. Yeah. That Dion.

Pele Pukahi (Pele) Bio

Strangely enough, Pele's grown on me. Despite being Dion's girlfriend, I've really come to like her.

Evan McPhereson Jr (Howle) Bio

One of the best characters ever. An avid surfer with a philosophy to go with it.

Kyle Lions (Rave) Bio

Chameleongirl once described Kyle as a puppy who had been given sugar. Which is pretty much sums him up ;) He's Will's boyfriend.

Chameleon's Bio

Such a cool character! She's so radically different, her mindset and character reacts differently than any other character I know. Endlessly interesting to write her.

So now for the parts you can participate in....

Fanfic can be found right over here, listed under aisle 1,2,3 and 4

Fanart can be found over here

However, to use this, you have to become a member. Join at right here! Click me, click me!

Register your own characters HERE

And so, here concludes my post of Pride High. Hopefully I'll see you over there!

PS, ya'll better appreciate this, it took a LONG TIME to set this up. Ok? a LONG while.

Because Pimping Is Fun

Sun, 02 Mar 2008 21:03:28 GMT

I love webcomics with a passion, here are some reasons why

1) They're free

2) They're *really* creative

3) They are free from the stupidity from DC and Marvel

4) Unlike DC and Marvele, their characters are more fleshed out and have actual opinions.

5) They make me laugh. A lot.

6) I'm one of those people who look to have a reason for Mondays and Wensdays. I can usually find a couple webcomics that update on Mondays or Wensdays, making those days more tolerable.

7) They're free!

Because these comics stand out and have the power of awesome crackers in them, I'm pimping them out. Go check them out, they are amazing.

I also put all these comics on the first strip so you don't have to worry about finding the bloody 'first' button.

1) Vinci and Arty

This comic on a regular basis makes me laugh at it's humour and the antics of it's characters. The thing that makes it stand out though is not it's awesome crack or humour, it's the fact that they have an underlying theme. You know like Scrubs where some parts are really serious and cry-worthy, but the show isn't labeled under 'angst' because it's funny? This comic is like that.

2) Khaos Komix

This is a mamoth of a webcomic, definitally one of the biggest I've ever seen. It's still going too! Regularly updating three times a week, I'm constantly amazed at the art work, the unique characters and *especially* the kick ass plot. For such a huge on-going project, the plot is bow-worthy. It's about eight different teens all discovering their sexuality, and really goes in detail to their interactions and how they deal with themselves and each other. One of my all time favorites.

3) Boy Meets Boy

This comic spanned itself over something like four years, finally finishing at a conclusion that *always* makes me bawl at it's beautifulness. The characters really attach themselves to you, and are so realistic, this comic's carved itself into web comic history.

The beginning, I'll admit, is a little slow, but that's just part of the comics charm, the way that they paced themselves over, sucking you in until you can't escape! But seriously now, go read it.

4) Carpe Diem

I have a ridiculous amount of respect for the author here, not only because his characters and plots are drool worthy, but also because his writing is *amazing* and keeps me (and you!) constantly rivited.

5) Muse Academy

Without fail, this comics makes me laugh and laugh and laugh every single damn time. It's so random and funny, and so very very amazing. The artwork is nothing to sneeze at either.

So hopefully one or two of you will get curious and click the links, and learn the joy of webcomics as I do. If you want, I'll post up more webcomics that I recommend.

Meme! Guess The Movie

Sun, 02 Mar 2008 20:31:55 GMT

So now that the fic flood of doom has been over and done with and those on my friend lists are wondering what the hell is Pride High, let's move over to something less stressful.

Meme's!

Yoinked from Runenklinge, because she is made from awesome crackers.

1. Pick 15 of your favourite movies.
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.
5. No Googling/using IMDb search functions.

1) ~~Get him a drink. Don't be afraid, Carlo. Come on, you think I'd make my sister a widow? I'm Godfather to your son~~ The Godfather, (another toughie, good job!) axolotl_lan

2) ~~I don't need you anymore! All my life you made believe I was only worth what someone would pay for me! But Christian loves me. He loves me! He loves me, Harold. And that is worth everything!~~ Moulin Rouge!runenklinge

~~3) To yoga, to yoghurt, to rice and beans and cheese. To leather, to dildos, to curry vindaloo. To huevos rancheros, and Maya Angelou~~ Rent, guessed by pandanoai

4) ~~He was the best starpilot in the galaxy, and a cunning warrior~~ Star Wars: A New Hope, chameleongirl79and axolotl_lan

5) Come in. Come in, my child. We mustn't lurk in doorways- it's rude. One might question your upbringing

6) ~~If I take one more step it'll be the farthest away from home I've ever been~~ Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring (Honestly didn't think anyone would get this) runenklinge

7) Bite my ass, Krispy Kreme!

8) ~~Spider pig, spider pig, does whatever a spider pig does~~ The Simpsons Movie runenklinge

9) I know! I'll turn him into a duck! Yes, yes, it's so evil! (pause) Wait...I don't know how to do that, and I...I don't really need a duck

10) My client is a moron. There's no law against that.

11) ~~The funny thing is, on the outside, I was an honest man, straight as an arrow. I had to come to prison to be a crook.~~ The Shawshank Redemption, chameleongirl79

12) ~~I mean, with the price of meat what it is, when you get it, if you get it~~ axolotl_lan

13) Well I failed to bring Roger to Flint. As we neared the end of the twentieth century, the rich were richer, the poor, poorer. And people everywhere now had a lot less lint, thanks to the lint rollers made in my hometown. It was truly the dawn of a new era.

14) No more memories, no more silent tears. No more gazing across the wasted years... Help me say goodbye

15) My audience loves me. And I love them. And they love me for lovin' them and I love them for lovin' me. And we love each other. And that's cause none of us got enough love in our childhoods. And that's showbiz, kid. Chicago, axolotl_lan

Edit: Wow, great job guys, I didn't think you'd get all these. Only seven more to go!
Edit 2: Six more to go!

Enjoy!