ciroccoj | Is it just me, or are the internets a little grumpy tonight? (Reply)

danglypartsiple to the rescue! No, I haven't read any of the source stories, and as per usual they have no dangling participles, just relentless ignorance of the maxim "Spellcheckers Are Not Proofreaders."

‘Ouch!’ Jack laughed his lip bleeping slightly.
A worshiper at an alter of flesh, whispering prayers into Tim's skin with lips and tongue.
Summary: The crew of the Enterprise has yet another run in with a Romulan. This one leaves them all realing.
Hearing the door creak open Ianto looked up and saw a tail wondering toward him.
(I can't even figure out what they meant by this)
But Chris doesn’t respond, apocalyptic with rage
He looked intently into Ianto’s myriad of blue eyes.
Ianto couldn’t help but smile. “So why do I feel more like a bowel of petunias?”
(...ew)
Just a few days ago, the captain reported that the Enterprise was passing through a electoral field, so we did the logical thing, we turned off necessary parts of the ship and waited out the storm.
He tried to call their younger sister, but to no anvil.
Huge blue eyes, toe headed; the only thing off is the black eye where the bruise stretches down onto her cheek.
(...and the feet growing from her scalp?)
It wasn’t that he was especially self-conscience, but more that he did not feel the need to expose the thing that was now straining to escape from his pants.
(what?!)
Oslo Papist took no notice of the blatant stares he elicited as he unceremoniously mobbed the sweat off his brow yet again.
Captain Kirk, stubborn as usual, has a particularly pleasant conversation with his First Officer, just before Doctor McCoy's poison-anecdote knocks him out cold.
(musta been the punchline)(...sorry about that)
Matt had always had a strange asphyxiation with the sea.
Eomer was probably the only one present glad that Aragorn was not fighting on the Pellanor Fields alongside him, well he and one hundred thousand orcs and their brethren he amended swiftly as he galloped past another orc which fell at his hands and, holding his mount steady with his thighs, turned in the saddle, bow aloft, and fired several arrows in quick succession behind him, blond hair of head and helm gleaming in the smoke hazed sun.
Arthur couldn’t reply. His stomach was actually a stone in his stomach, and so was his heart.