Caps: movie trailers and RPS
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summer_skinI have had a busy night. I've been writing my Charter paper that's due tomorrow, I've dled and capped a few trailers, as you can see, I've been tagging back and forth on a Harry/Draco Veela!fic with 
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pr0ntastic and I wrote a ficlet- FINALLY! I also have to post some icons tonight, so be prepared for those. Not sure if the post will only be Firefly icons or if there will be some Mr and Mrs Smith, QaF and Vmars in there as well. We'll see. I have to finish my paper first!
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Pulse trailer (154 caps ~ 8.59MB ~1279x544) - Starring Kristen Bell and Ian Somerhalder. **Samples resized because they're driving me insane**
The Hills Have Eyes trailer (115 caps ~ 3.7MB ~ 639x272)- Starring Emilie De Raven.
Slither trailer (99 caps ~ 2.91MB ~ 639x340)- Starring Nathan Fillion.
Title: Gone
Pairing: Randy/Gale, Randy/Simon
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't know Randy or Gale. I've never seen filming. Gale's straight, Randy's gay. I'm going to hell. Let's dance!
Summary: "He's gone," a soft, dull voice said.
Gale blinked. "Randy?"
"Yeah."
A/N: I don't quite know what to say about this one. It's... different but I was inspired today, I guess. This is also for thefanfic100 prompt death. Unbeta'd as all my things tend to be nowadays. Um... yeah. That's all I'm really going to say about this one. I semi-blame ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bea_nonymous for it.
Gale sat straight up in bed, jarred out of a deep sleep by the ringing phone. He scrubbed a hand over his face and reached over to grab the receiver, clearing his throat loudly.
"'lo?"
"He's gone," a soft, dull voice said.
Gale blinked. "Randy?"
"Yeah."
"Who's gone?"
"He- he- he's not here anymore. Gone. I don't know what to do, Gale."
"Randy, start at the beginning. Tell me what's going on." Gale sat up and turned on the lamp by his bed. He caught a look at the clock- 3:04am.
"It all came crashing down. All at once. I feel so lost, Gale..." Randy trailed off and Gale could hear him drinking something.
"Randy, are you drunk? Put the bottle down, okay. Put it down and talk to me. What happened?"
"It all happened so fast. No one expected it, you know? Just one day he was here and the next it was over and he was gone! Just faded away."
Gale closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Randy... God. I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do? Is there anyone there with you?"
"No, no one. It's all me. I can't stop thinking about him. He's right there, all the time. I want to read everything he's ever written again just to be close to him," Randy whispered.
"I wish there was something- is there? Anything I can do? Can I call someone for you? Can someone go stay with you so you're not alone?"
"No one wants to see me like this. I'm a mess!" Randy laughed bitterly. Gale could hear him take another swig from whatever he was drinking.
"A beautiful mess," Gale said softly.
"Yeah," Randy breathed. "A beautiful mess. Just like him."
"H-how did it happen?" Gale hesitated in asking, but he had to know. His own morbid curiosity wouldn't let it go.
"Not sure, really. Someone just found out and then it was all over. Everywhere and everyone. Kaboom!" Randy laughed again, sounding slightly more hysterical.
"Wait, Randy? You don't know how he died?" Gale asked, confused.
"Died? I don't know if he died. Well, I suppose he did. He's gone now."
"Randy, what happened to Simon?" Gale pressed on. He figured Randy must be drunker than he thought.
"What do you mean? Nothing," now Randy was confused.
Gale scratched his head. "Where's Simon right now, Randy?"
"He's um, oh, you know. Up there somewhere." Randy pointed up, then realized that Gale couldn't see him and giggled.
"In heaven?" Gale asked softly.
"Heaven? What the fuck? No! He's in New Hampshire or some shit. Giving a seminar on journalistic ethics or whatever. Ethics... no one has those anymore."
Gale closed his eyes and breathed deeply as he counted to ten. "Randy, why did you call me?"
"Call? Oh, yeah! I called you because I'm upset, Gale. He's gone and I miss him!"
"You miss Simon?"
"No! JT Leroy! He's gone, Gale, haven't you heard? Now he's a woman and I don't know what to do with myself anymore! His writing- it was so profound! It made me see things. Feel things! What will I do with myself now, Gale?"
Gale leaned his head back against the headboard and thumped it a couple times, almost wishing to knock himself out. "Randy... Listen to me very carefully because I will only say this once in my entire life. Put the bottle down. Dump it out, throw it out, flush it down the toilet- whatever. Go to bed. When you get up take a shower. Shave. Go out and look for a job because I know you've done next to jack shit since the show ended. Call Simon and get him to come home. Once he is-" Gale swallowed hard. "Fuck the shit out of him."
"Gale?" Randy sat up on his couch. "But what-"
"Listen to what I said, Randy. Goodnight." Gale said firmly. He heard a faint 'goonight' back as he hung up the phone.
Gale reached over and turned off the lamp. He shook his head and thumped his head on the headboard a couple more times before finally rolling over and going back to sleep.
BIG DAMN TABLE
Off to finish my paper (one page to go!) and then icons, I think. Sure, why not.
Assmonger at pr0ntastic and I wrote a ficlet- FINALLY! I also have to post some icons tonight, so be prepared for those. Not sure if the post will only be Firefly icons or if there will be some Mr and Mrs Smith, QaF and Vmars in there as well. We'll see. I have to finish my paper first!* Uploaded to
* CREDIT if taking/using.
* The biggie- NO HOTLINKING. Don't be a bastard and make me replace my sample caps with a bright and gaudy "I'm a thief, ask me how!" message.
Please leave me a message to say you snagged the caps. It only takes a few seconds.
Pulse trailer (154 caps ~ 8.59MB ~1279x544) - Starring Kristen Bell and Ian Somerhalder. **Samples resized because they're driving me insane**
The Hills Have Eyes trailer (115 caps ~ 3.7MB ~ 639x272)- Starring Emilie De Raven.
Slither trailer (99 caps ~ 2.91MB ~ 639x340)- Starring Nathan Fillion.
Title: Gone
Pairing: Randy/Gale, Randy/Simon
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't know Randy or Gale. I've never seen filming. Gale's straight, Randy's gay. I'm going to hell. Let's dance!
Summary: "He's gone," a soft, dull voice said.
Gale blinked. "Randy?"
"Yeah."
A/N: I don't quite know what to say about this one. It's... different but I was inspired today, I guess. This is also for the
fanfic100 prompt death. Unbeta'd as all my things tend to be nowadays. Um... yeah. That's all I'm really going to say about this one. I semi-blame bea_nonymous for it.Gale sat straight up in bed, jarred out of a deep sleep by the ringing phone. He scrubbed a hand over his face and reached over to grab the receiver, clearing his throat loudly.
"'lo?"
"He's gone," a soft, dull voice said.
Gale blinked. "Randy?"
"Yeah."
"Who's gone?"
"He- he- he's not here anymore. Gone. I don't know what to do, Gale."
"Randy, start at the beginning. Tell me what's going on." Gale sat up and turned on the lamp by his bed. He caught a look at the clock- 3:04am.
"It all came crashing down. All at once. I feel so lost, Gale..." Randy trailed off and Gale could hear him drinking something.
"Randy, are you drunk? Put the bottle down, okay. Put it down and talk to me. What happened?"
"It all happened so fast. No one expected it, you know? Just one day he was here and the next it was over and he was gone! Just faded away."
Gale closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Randy... God. I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do? Is there anyone there with you?"
"No, no one. It's all me. I can't stop thinking about him. He's right there, all the time. I want to read everything he's ever written again just to be close to him," Randy whispered.
"I wish there was something- is there? Anything I can do? Can I call someone for you? Can someone go stay with you so you're not alone?"
"No one wants to see me like this. I'm a mess!" Randy laughed bitterly. Gale could hear him take another swig from whatever he was drinking.
"A beautiful mess," Gale said softly.
"Yeah," Randy breathed. "A beautiful mess. Just like him."
"H-how did it happen?" Gale hesitated in asking, but he had to know. His own morbid curiosity wouldn't let it go.
"Not sure, really. Someone just found out and then it was all over. Everywhere and everyone. Kaboom!" Randy laughed again, sounding slightly more hysterical.
"Wait, Randy? You don't know how he died?" Gale asked, confused.
"Died? I don't know if he died. Well, I suppose he did. He's gone now."
"Randy, what happened to Simon?" Gale pressed on. He figured Randy must be drunker than he thought.
"What do you mean? Nothing," now Randy was confused.
Gale scratched his head. "Where's Simon right now, Randy?"
"He's um, oh, you know. Up there somewhere." Randy pointed up, then realized that Gale couldn't see him and giggled.
"In heaven?" Gale asked softly.
"Heaven? What the fuck? No! He's in New Hampshire or some shit. Giving a seminar on journalistic ethics or whatever. Ethics... no one has those anymore."
Gale closed his eyes and breathed deeply as he counted to ten. "Randy, why did you call me?"
"Call? Oh, yeah! I called you because I'm upset, Gale. He's gone and I miss him!"
"You miss Simon?"
"No! JT Leroy! He's gone, Gale, haven't you heard? Now he's a woman and I don't know what to do with myself anymore! His writing- it was so profound! It made me see things. Feel things! What will I do with myself now, Gale?"
Gale leaned his head back against the headboard and thumped it a couple times, almost wishing to knock himself out. "Randy... Listen to me very carefully because I will only say this once in my entire life. Put the bottle down. Dump it out, throw it out, flush it down the toilet- whatever. Go to bed. When you get up take a shower. Shave. Go out and look for a job because I know you've done next to jack shit since the show ended. Call Simon and get him to come home. Once he is-" Gale swallowed hard. "Fuck the shit out of him."
"Gale?" Randy sat up on his couch. "But what-"
"Listen to what I said, Randy. Goodnight." Gale said firmly. He heard a faint 'goonight' back as he hung up the phone.
Gale reached over and turned off the lamp. He shook his head and thumped his head on the headboard a couple more times before finally rolling over and going back to sleep.
BIG DAMN TABLE
Off to finish my paper (one page to go!) and then icons, I think. Sure, why not.
