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turps ([personal profile] turps) wrote2008-05-19 01:50 pm

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James is on early shift which means getting up an hour earlier than I'm used to. Meh, I say. MEH!

So I was sitting, listening to Kerrang and enjoying the sunshine and thought to myself, you know what I love? ( which was silly because asking myself questions is redundant because it's not like I don't know the answers ) People writing me stuff. I debated just asking and being greedy, but really, that's not nice. So, let's switch it around.

Give me a pairing and one word prompt and I'll write a sentence. Maybe a few. Then if you like you can add onto it in reply, or someone else can hijack the thread and add a few sentences. Or nobody does and it just ends there, it's all good. Any fandom goes as long as I actually know it.

Really it's just an excuse for thinking about pretty people and situations, which is perfect for a sunny afternoon.

Also, it's been so great reading Cobra reports, I'm so glad people had a good time.

ETA: Something's come up. So I can't add any more right now, but please. Keep adding yourselves. It's just what I need right now.

ETA2: Am back, and man, there's an ass baby, a hermaphrodite alien, a trickc, trickyfish, Bob/Gerard, Chris/Brendon and Waycest threads going on. I love you guys so much.
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[identity profile] turloughishere.livejournal.com 2008-05-19 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
You poor thing, having to get up an hour earlier than usual is NO FUN AT ALL!!!

Waycest, dust.

[identity profile] crowgirl13.livejournal.com 2008-05-19 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
You know, the first prompt I'd considered was 'dusty'. Creepy...
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[identity profile] turloughishere.livejournal.com 2008-05-19 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
The first one I considered was "cold" but it seemed kind of mundane, creepy is much better :-)
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[identity profile] turps33.livejournal.com 2008-05-19 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
I know! It's tragic!

Waycest! Awesome.

When they kiss it's everything Mikey has ever wanted. Gerard held securely in his arm, solid and alive and there. Mikey opens his mouth willingly, presses ever closer, wants to grab on and never let go.

But he does, he has to, and when Gerard stumbles back, says I love you, I'm sorry before exiting the bus, all Mikey can say is, "It's okay." Listening to his own lie, the words as dry as dust.
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[identity profile] turloughishere.livejournal.com 2008-05-19 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
That's so sad!! Poor boys, so screwed up!
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[identity profile] turps33.livejournal.com 2008-05-19 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
I know. I was trying so hard to get them to be happy with the prompt. I may come back if I have inspiration. I'm sure I have happy waycest in me somewhere.