I'm all about the gif memes on Tumblr, but I totes forgot about the fic memes on LJ. HI PEOPLE *words echo around an empty room* WHAT FEW ARE LEFT.FIRST LINES MEME (first lines of each of my fics)
) It's after they're safe, safe (the word unfamiliar in John's mouth, discordant), in the back of the ambulance, warm red shock blankets wrapped around their shoulders.
) When he comes to visit her in the hospital, for what feels like the first and possibly last time, her smile lights up the room.
) In Arthur's dying breath, Merlin feels the world stop.
) “Say it,” Castiel says, his voice echoing across an empty room, across Dean like the shadow of his wings, extending outward.
) At night, they tell the stories of the Gods, offer prayers to their protectors- long dead, alive in memory and tale and lesson.
) The day the strange blue police box appears on Atlantis' west pier is the same day they find out the Wraith are three days away, with hive ships numbering in the tens.
) Their first trip back on earth, since...well, you know, was a little strained.
) Across the street from Rodney's apartment building is Atlantis, the local independent record store.
) When Rodney told John what he intended to do, that he intended to let the Wraith feed on him to save his sister, something sharp and hollow thudded in John's chest.
) Jillian May Sheppard used to sit on her windowsill and dream.
) It starts out as a dream, a fragment of something.
) When Sheppard comes out from behind the curtain, McKay can actually feel his brain die, just a little bit.
) It's nine years later, or maybe more or maybe less, but time stops and goes in landslides and jerking stops for Harry Potter, ever since the War ended.
) John drives up the winding mountain road, windows down a crack.
) Ronon sees everything broken.
) It was a complete surprise, though it shouldn't have been, when John picked up the Ancient Device and Something Bad Happened.
) The world is diffused with blue and gold, honey-sweet and timeless.
) Severus Snape orders his coffee black.
) He couldn't understand it.
) “Major?” Rodney's voice, taut with excitement, and Sheppard can feel it, feels his energy like static electricity jumping over the radio connection.
) Some job, some client, one level deep on the floor of the museum, and it's the. Fucking. Mona. Lisa.