Going to beach, BRB
Aug. 6th, 2009 12:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seriousficI'll come back with some Megan Fox/Olivia Wilde, but in the meantime, here's a picture of Veronica Mars to tide you over.
And now, another poll!
[Poll #1440539]
In case you miss me, there's always The Villain of the Story to catch up on, and I just wrote a fun Peter/MJ fic with bonus Felicia Hardy and Johnny Storm. Really, how can you complain about BND and then not want to read about Mary-Jane getting a birthday present for her husband Peter? It's downright unamerican of you. Besides, did I mention this happens?
She looked at the merchandise. Trading cards, action figures, some arachnid-themed candy. And there, at the end of the shelf, a kind of art deco Spider-Man statue, two feet tall, made of bronze like a trophy, with rivets and gears and holy crap, it was like someone had made a Spider-Man-themed Transformer out of steampunk technology. Peter would love it. Mary-Jane reached for it.
So did Felicia Hardy.
They eyed each other. Felicia was wearing leather pants and a biker jacket over a red halter. Mary-Jane was wearing jeans and a black tee and a wedding ring. Oh, this was not going to end well.
Mary-Jane smiled, even if she didn’t go to the effort of making it look the least bit sincere. “Felicia. What a pleasant surprise.”
“Yeah, funny meeting you here. Hey, when’s Peter’s birthday again?”
“Next week.”
“Next week, whoa. You’d better start looking for a gift.” Felicia grabbed the statue—
—at the same time Mary-Jane did. “I saw it first.”
“I touched it first.”
“You did not!”
“Well, I’m prettier.”
And now, another poll!
[Poll #1440539]
In case you miss me, there's always The Villain of the Story to catch up on, and I just wrote a fun Peter/MJ fic with bonus Felicia Hardy and Johnny Storm. Really, how can you complain about BND and then not want to read about Mary-Jane getting a birthday present for her husband Peter? It's downright unamerican of you. Besides, did I mention this happens?
She looked at the merchandise. Trading cards, action figures, some arachnid-themed candy. And there, at the end of the shelf, a kind of art deco Spider-Man statue, two feet tall, made of bronze like a trophy, with rivets and gears and holy crap, it was like someone had made a Spider-Man-themed Transformer out of steampunk technology. Peter would love it. Mary-Jane reached for it.
So did Felicia Hardy.
They eyed each other. Felicia was wearing leather pants and a biker jacket over a red halter. Mary-Jane was wearing jeans and a black tee and a wedding ring. Oh, this was not going to end well.
Mary-Jane smiled, even if she didn’t go to the effort of making it look the least bit sincere. “Felicia. What a pleasant surprise.”
“Yeah, funny meeting you here. Hey, when’s Peter’s birthday again?”
“Next week.”
“Next week, whoa. You’d better start looking for a gift.” Felicia grabbed the statue—
—at the same time Mary-Jane did. “I saw it first.”
“I touched it first.”
“You did not!”
“Well, I’m prettier.”
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