Meme stolen from an awesome-sauce person:
Reply to this post, and I will list three things I love, like, and/or appreciate about you. Maybe more than three. Then repost to your own journal and spread the love.
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morrigans_eve who stole it from hiddencait
I’m running a test to see who’s reading my posts. So, if you read this, leave me a one-word comment about your day that starts with the last letter of your LJ USERNAME. Only one word please. Then repost so I can leave a word for you. Don’t just post a word and not copy – that’s not as much fun!
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Stealing this one from recessional, who stole it from lizbee:
I think it would be fun to talk about stories, but the usual memes are like, “What happens next?” “Tell me about Character A?” Which isn’t so much talking about stories as it is writing more of a story. But you know how sometimes you read something and you’re like, “I got ___ out of this story, I wonder if I have that right?” or “What on earth was ____ supposed to be?” and it’s too awkward to ask the author? Now you could totally ask!
I’ve heard people say that writing is hard because you have to make decisions, but we never really talk about the decisions we make with stories or why we make them. We talk about plot bunnies, but not about how we actually turn them into a story.
And it seems like a lot more fun to do that than to do working.
So, if you wanted, ask me questions! (Or use this to ask your flist to ask you questions).
What were you trying to do [here]? Why did you decide to ____? This is what I thought about xyz, is that what you were going for? What made you write ____? Why did you decide to do this? And so on.
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(yes, I know I still have to finish last week’s. Sorry!)
Yoinked from recessional
Tell me about a story I haven’t written, and I’ll give you between one and three sentences from that story.
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Yoinked from, among other people, clare_drgonfly, who made my day by answering this for Kai/Rozen here.
Give me a pairing and I will tell you:
who is the big spoon/little spoon
what is their favorite non-sexual activity
who uses all the hot water in the morning
what they order from take out
what is the most trivial thing they fight over
who does most of the cleaning
what has a season pass in their DVR
who controls the netflix queue
who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working
who steals the blankets
who leaves their stuff around
who remembers to buy the milk
who remembers anniversaries
Feel free to mention any pairing from a fandom you know I like, or any of my original characters. I’ll try to come up with technology equivalents for non-modern day settings.
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lilfluff requested Jas-who-will-be-a-boy/Rin or Girey in the kissing meme.
Notes: “Tuathan” is what the Cali royalty call themselves. Girey’s language is not actually Italian, but it’s within close enough that Jas could pick out basic words.
Not canon
Jas knew better.
There were rooms in the sub-sub-sub-basement sections of the Agency where you just didn’t go, and there were rooms where, when you had to clean something, you cleaned very carefully only where you were told to, and didn’t cross the blue lines.
You never crossed the blue lines.
This time, well, the blue line had been under something, and s/he’d moved it (Jas was still coming to terms with pronouns. Everyone here, even the cats who knew better, treated him like a boy. But there was still the little voice in the back of his/her head saying that wasn’t quite right. Yet. Yet?). Jas had moved the box, because it needed to be cleaned.
He was pretty sure he hadn’t tripped, but the next thing he knew, he was falling through a bright blue doorway…
…and landing in the middle of a campfire. He yelped, and stumbled backwards…
…into the arms of the most beautiful non-Tuathan woman he had ever seen. Heart pounding, ass mildly scorched, and still smelling slightly of cleaning products, Jas did the only thing that came to mind.
He kissed her.
He knew the logistics, of course. He’d kissed other slaves, in the barracks, boys and girls, and Lords had kissed her, once or twice, before she shifted to boy’s livery. He knew what he was doing, and, it seemed, so did the woman.
It lasted about three heartbeats before the man, chains jangling, yanked him away. “You came through there?” he asked, in heavily-accented Italian. Jas, now even more disoriented, nodded. The doorway was about four feet up in the air, shining bright blue.
“Go home,” the man grunted, and threw Jas through the doorway.
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clare_dragonfly requested Theresa/Thomas in the kissing meme.
This comes after Hello and Forbidden.
It came, eventually, the moment she’d been waiting for.
The sirens did it, which meant that, in a manner of speaking, she had the wild tribes to thank. As they had all been drilled, they moved into the nearest interior room, and from there under the big, sturdy desks.
Theresa had been teaching a class, the one class she still taught and one, coincidentally, that Thomas was in. She stepped into the nearby library and slid, with a dexterity she was proud of, considering her advanced years, under the widest desk. She’d been hiding under this particular desk for so long, her teenaged initials were carved into a hidden corner.
And then, just as she was getting comfortable, Thomas slipped under there, smiling wickedly at her, like he knew what she’d been thinking. There was no talking, not with the sirens blaring, but that meant they were in relative privacy.
In relative privacy, in the center of the Library, surrounded by her students. This was madness. She reached for him, ostensibly to tug him further under the desk. Safety first.
He reached for her in return, pushing her academic hood back off her shoulders, his fingers brushing against her bare neck, her cheeks. She hadn’t been touched like this in… too long.
“Too long,” she mouthed, under cover of the sirens.
“I know,” he mouthed back, and kissed her.
Next: Beginning With a Kiss
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Yoinked from recessional, who stole it from bessemerprocess:
If I made Cinderella, the audience would immediately be looking for a body in the coach. — Alfred Hitchcock, 1899 – 1980
If I wrote fic/drew art/vidded/folded origami/etc today, the readers/viewers would immediately be looking for… what?
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Yoinked from morrigans_eve
Because I, too feel like writing fluff’n’kissing fic …
Pick a pairing from my fandom(s) or ‘verses and come up with a location and/or situation, and I will write you between 50 and 250 words about the kiss that happened in that context.
3 DW, 3 LJ
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