Fanfic Meme

[eponymous_rose]

(snagged from stunt_muppet, and you guys should try it!)

Quote a bit of my writing at me? Find that one story of mine that you really like, and find a sentence or a paragraph that presses your prose-buttons in the right way, and comment here with it, no matter how long or short.

Then copypasta this into your journal, and we'll all have a big love-in!

(My fics are over yonder.)

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[purple_bug.livejournal.com]

And then McCoy feels the surge of emotion, the wave of everyday almost-smiles and hesitancies and quiet, secret terrors, and it's all wrapped up in dying, every cell burning, reaching through the glass for someone, something, and finding it, in the end, touching and feeling and feeling again, death as a beginning, as a start, born again and again from the flames. "Oh, God," he says, but that's not it, because somewhere there's a planet where the sands are hotter than hell, and they're standing shoulder-to-shoulder, united against something, anything, everything, and it's always on their own two feet, flaws and all, finding forever in the starlit sky.

[flo-nelja.livejournal.com]

Not exactly a paragraph, but the meme says as long as we want ? ^^
There are so much I could choose... but I re-read this one recently, and I love your humour very much.


"Um," said Luke. "Helpful as that is, it's not quite what I had in mind. Mum, I think these Frazzles are sentient."

Jack perked up. "Sentient?"

The Doctor shot him a long-suffering glare. "Must you?"

Sarah was already heading for the kitchen. "What do you mean?"

"They've begun an occupation of the cutlery drawer and, last I checked, they were demanding the surrender of the crock pot," said Luke.

"Just a hunch, then," said Jack.

A voice, magnified considerably beyond the usual timbre of an average, garden-variety packet of crisps, boomed from the kitchen. "And who shall be my champion in battle? Who shall lead us to salty victory amid the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune?"

"Just when you thought it was safe to go into the kitchen," Jack said.

The Doctor gaped. "Where would a packet of crisps learn Shakespeare?"

"Right," Sarah said, after a moment. "Because all the crisps I've ever encountered have been particularly poorly versed in the classics."

"Frazzles everywhere! We march on Buckingham Palace at sunrise!"

"That's probably not good," said the Doctor.

"It would be worth seeing, though," said Jack. "All those little bacon-shaped chips marching in rows."

"I suppose we'd better put a stop to this," said Sarah.

"Well," said the Doctor, "I guess we could always contact the relevant authorities and let them deal with the problem, for once."

"If you choose not to pledge allegiance to your rasher-styled overlords, you shall be annihilated!"

"On the other hand," said Jack, "I think in this case we might just be the relevant authorities."

"Fair enough," said Sarah. "Shall we?"

"Oh, I think we shall," said the Doctor.

[stunt-muppet.livejournal.com]

From Venusian Lullaby:

He looks tired, the Brigadier realises, noticing for the first time the lines under the Doctor’s eyes, his pallor, the almost imperceptible shaking of his hands as he reaches for a smaller screwdriver. His voice quavers on the higher notes, sinks to a mumble at the lower ones. The Brigadier feels a chill as he realises that he can’t remember the last time the Doctor has left the laboratory.

You know how I said that this fic makes me cry almost every time I read it? This is where the wibbling starts.

Oh, and one from The Good, the Bad, and the Hovercrafts:

"Joke; understood," K-9 said, and trundled forward amid startled shouts from the Miranikans - the shooting stopped. "Ahem," he said, into the echoing silence, and Romana resolved to cure him of this worrying tendency towards melodramatic throat-clearing. "A man is distributing alcoholic beverages in a place where said beverages can be purchased and consumed in the company of friends and strangers, ideally in the setting of twentieth-century Earth, although variations persist throughout time and space-"

For some reason it's the "ahem" that makes it for me, and the fact that Romana notices it. It's just perfect, both for Romana and K-9 (because K-9 has a bit more of a personality then I think he likes people to think he does).

[infiniteviking]

It'll have to be this:

“I think, Doctor,” the Brigadier says softly, “that it must make you terribly lonely, this habit you have of underestimating everyone you meet.”
--What the Thunder Said

..And since I can't pick just one:

"You're making excuses," the TARDIS said, and suddenly there was a hand on the Doctor's shoulder, a light, familiar touch, and he froze.
--Higher Education

Sherlock Holmes smiles at his friend and doesn’t speak of regeneration.
--Chasm

Wordlessly, he hugs his daughter goodnight, and another precipice, beautiful and terrible, is yawning out before him in all its impossible glory.
--Venusian Lullaby

Fantastic stuff.

[rainshaded]

Susan puts one foot in front of the other, walking in a line, and suddenly she's laughing, and then David's laughing too, perplexed but relieved.

"What is it?" he says.

She points down. "I've still only got the one shoe."

And then he chuckles and scoops her into his arms, and her straight line curves and dips and spins away into infinity, wonderful and mad, full of impossible potential.

"Have you ever thought," she whispers in his ear, "about what it's like to be wanderers in the fourth dimension?"

David blinks. "Well, no," he says. "I can't say that I have."

She laughs, then, wild and giddy and free as the future stretches out before them, always out of reach, and as the past dies away, to be left behind for good.

"Neither have I," she says.

This is so gorgeous.