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head_psychic) wrote2007-12-16 05:48 pm
head_psychic) wrote2007-12-16 05:48 pm
Seen around. 'TIS THE SEASON!
Because kissing under the mistletoe is an ancient and festive tradition... and it's important to share love at this time of year.
Two ways to play:
Request kisses.
If there's someone you'd like a kiss from, repost the picture above in a comment. Please be considerate--tag the muse's in-character contact post, or an old meme post, something like that. Don't tag a prompt response, a fic, or an RP thread. You may also post the picture to your journal, and mark the entry locked to whomever you want the kiss from.
Offer kisses.
If you're feeling particularly bold or adventurous, post the picture in your journal, note that it's open to all, and let people ask for kisses from you. Give them at least a sentence or two in response, though--none of this "*kiss*" nonsense, that's no fun.
Nice, season-ish meta kisses? Come on! (If only for the sake of shutting Shawn up, because he's been humming "Deck the halls" in my head all. Day. Long.)
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"Open it," Shawn continued to chant.
When he followed the instruction it and was immediately confronted with a huge printout of him and Shawn at the age of twelve, dangling from a tree, feet caught in their self-built snare. He flipped a page. Him and Shawn playing baseball at a slightly older age, Shawn looking determined and a little angry at the world in general and Gus remembered that this was around divorce time. Next to it was a very recent picture in front of the psych office which Shawn had originally taken for some advertisement. Given the fact that they looked like two goofs who had way too much fun posing in front of the camera they had finally decided against it.
"It's not chronological," Shawn explained, glancing over his shoulder. "Which makes it way more challenging."
"Where did you get these?" Gus asked, giggling at the sight of them at the age of nine after an experiment with his chemistry set went terribly wrong.
"Oh, you know, here and there. You got another two hundred and forty-seven pages to go."
"Two hund-!" Gus shook his head. He couldn’t fight the smile, coming along with the "This is really cool, man. Thanks a lot"
He eagerly turned the pages without looking up until he could feel Shawn standing close to him. Very close. Flailing-at-Gus-and-telling-him-it's-too-close close. Gus looked up, blinking in surprise. "Shawn, what are you doing?"
Shawn's eyes wandered upwards. "Mistletoe."
"Oh." Gus nodded, looking back at the pictures. Paused. Frowned. Looked up again. "What?!"
"Mistletoe," Shawn repeated casually. "Dude, you can't put a mistletoe up there and then not go through with it. That is pretty shallow. Santa will bring you coals."
"But I didn't put a mistletoe up th-"
Gus' complaints were muffled when Shawn leaned in close and simply kissed him, surprisingly calm and deliberate as soon as his lips touched his best friend's, softly, gently... protectively?
"Merry Christmas."
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Ah, what the hell, I can top up tomorrow!
*FANGIRLS*
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