we almost become dizzy / I am who I am who I am

[themeletor]

ok guys, fuck that last challenge thing. new plan (though I mean, feel free to play there, or here, or there and here, or whatever, but yeah).

HUGS FOR COLBY!
(because um. I just spent all of German class ignoring modal verbs and going "man, Colby really needs a hug. or eighty." BECAUSE HE DOES, THOUGH.)

so, for the purpose of this quixotic little venture, a hug is anything from 50-500 words, and man you can totally write/link to something longer if you want, but 50-500 is a nice manageable target length I think, and it can be het or slash or gen or fluff or angst or snark or porn or backstory or some combination or pretty much anything, with anyone, as long as it has at its core the Colby-love. somewhere (possibly very deeply hidden, because Colby is, yes, adorable, but also a soldierboy, which is a) why we love him, and b) something that sets him up for a lot of trouble, sometimes). because you know what, Colby Needs A Hug. for serious.

so! post hugs here, please! I am maybe even writing one or several myself! that's what lunch is for, I think! also, here are some free bonus exclamation points for you! --> [!!!!!!!]

ok no, but, really, please humor me (and Colby). even though I'm kinda crazy.



(OT PS - ian_edgerton girls, I PROMISE I have a picspam/post/apology in the works for tonight. gack. o_o)

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[phurie-dae.livejournal.com]

The grass is cold and prickly and Colby's pretty sure that's a beetle crawling over his skin as his shirt rides up, belly pressed flat into the damp ground. His elbows are starting to hurt too, but he digs them harder into the dirt and peers through the rifle scope, pretending to do the math so he won't miss by as much this time, but he's really just wishing he'd worn long sleeves. Not that it's cold - it's LA, come on - but all the hairs on his forearms are standing to attention anyway.

Might be because Edgerton is practically on top of him.

He has his left arm slung over the back of Colby's shoulder's, and his right is helping guide the rifle. Their cheeks are pressed close so Edgerton can get the same view of the target - and Colby is pissed that the man barely needs the scope at all - and it also means Edgerton gets a close up view of Colby's exposed - and totally over-reacting - arms.

Yeah, Edgerton sees all right. And seems to know perfectly well that he's causing it.

Just as Colby squeezes the trigger, Edgerton squeezes too, tightening his grip around Colby's shoulder's, leaning in...and catching Colby's ear in a gentle nip.

The shot, quite obviously, goes wide.

Ah, fuck it, thinks Colby, as he turns around and tackles Edgerton in a bear-hug. He'll never be as good a shot as Edgerton anyway.

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P.S. You get this in your inbox twice, because I hit Post Comment by accident before I'd finished, dammit!

Yeah, so...this is how military boys hug. When holding guns, and sometimes wrestling.

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! this, yes! hugs for Colby! YAY! omg ♥

the whole first paragraph is SO MUCH PERFECTION. and so is everything else, of course, but OH MAN, THAT FIRST PARAGRAPH. YES.

also, sly Edgerton. always a good thing. teeth a bonus. to conclude, ♥. again.


(ps- YOUR ICON! IT WINS AT ALL THINGS.)

[shrieking-ell.livejournal.com]

EEEEEEE!!!!!

This is wonderful! Elbows. And sniper rifles and cheek to cheek

*tackle bear hug*