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turpsI was interested in the results for this.
Post the first line from your 25 most recent fanfics and try to find a pattern.
(1)Brian bursts into the room and Mikey's sidekick is lying on the floor.
(2)The thing is, along with his blond hair and blue eyes, Bob's genes have also given him the gift of empathy
(3)Lance wakes, thinks, bathroom-sleepy-bathroom-now-now-now.
(4)Ryan became Spencer’s best friend in a matter of weeks.
(5)A is for Award Shows
(6)One year ago we decided to investigate the underbelly of America’s sexuality.
(7)Frank laughs as he picks up the sheet of paper that’s been left on his bed.
(8)Mikey curls up, the bedcovers tucked up tight against his chin
(9)It starts in a shop, in a town, in a country that’s not even his own.
(10) Spencer’s house isn’t Ryan’s home – however fucked up things get at times, he has his own home – but he does have a place there
(11) Mikey’s thoughts skitter, twisting around on themselves until he can’t distinguish the end of one from the beginning of another.
(12)Mikey doesn’t even make it all the way into the room before Frank’s launching himself forward, leaping and clinging
(13)Frank’s arms are bleeding, covered with criss-crossed scratches from the thorns, but there’s a feeling of satisfaction as he reclaims each rose bush.
(14)Joey wakes curled on a small bed.
(15)The alarm begins to bleep at six am.
(16)JC has been in bed all of a minute – his knees bent, his hand tucked under his cheek – when he hears someone rap softly at the door
(17)Bob climbs aboard the bus and the first thing he sees is the kitten
(18)Head bowed against the drizzle, Chris hunched further inside his jacket, his hands deep in his pockets as he hurried toward the brightly lit shop, the only bright spot in the street of shuttered windows and doors.
(19)“Joey!”
(20)The crate arrives on Chris’ doorstep early on a Monday morning.
(21)It happened like this.
(22)Chris first meets Pete Wentz in a field.
(23)Lance blinked; stared.
(24)“I didn’t think you’d come,” Justin said, the words casual as if Chris being here didn’t matter at all.
(25)Mikey’s leaning toward the bank of mirrors; hip pressed sharply against the counter as he carefully touches up the liner that rings his eye
The pattern? Maybe, I seem to like Mikeyway?
ETA: It's been pointed out that I have a strong waking up/bed thing going on too. It's so true.
Post the first line from your 25 most recent fanfics and try to find a pattern.
(1)Brian bursts into the room and Mikey's sidekick is lying on the floor.
(2)The thing is, along with his blond hair and blue eyes, Bob's genes have also given him the gift of empathy
(3)Lance wakes, thinks, bathroom-sleepy-bathroom-now-now-now.
(4)Ryan became Spencer’s best friend in a matter of weeks.
(5)A is for Award Shows
(6)One year ago we decided to investigate the underbelly of America’s sexuality.
(7)Frank laughs as he picks up the sheet of paper that’s been left on his bed.
(8)Mikey curls up, the bedcovers tucked up tight against his chin
(9)It starts in a shop, in a town, in a country that’s not even his own.
(10) Spencer’s house isn’t Ryan’s home – however fucked up things get at times, he has his own home – but he does have a place there
(11) Mikey’s thoughts skitter, twisting around on themselves until he can’t distinguish the end of one from the beginning of another.
(12)Mikey doesn’t even make it all the way into the room before Frank’s launching himself forward, leaping and clinging
(13)Frank’s arms are bleeding, covered with criss-crossed scratches from the thorns, but there’s a feeling of satisfaction as he reclaims each rose bush.
(14)Joey wakes curled on a small bed.
(15)The alarm begins to bleep at six am.
(16)JC has been in bed all of a minute – his knees bent, his hand tucked under his cheek – when he hears someone rap softly at the door
(17)Bob climbs aboard the bus and the first thing he sees is the kitten
(18)Head bowed against the drizzle, Chris hunched further inside his jacket, his hands deep in his pockets as he hurried toward the brightly lit shop, the only bright spot in the street of shuttered windows and doors.
(19)“Joey!”
(20)The crate arrives on Chris’ doorstep early on a Monday morning.
(21)It happened like this.
(22)Chris first meets Pete Wentz in a field.
(23)Lance blinked; stared.
(24)“I didn’t think you’d come,” Justin said, the words casual as if Chris being here didn’t matter at all.
(25)Mikey’s leaning toward the bank of mirrors; hip pressed sharply against the counter as he carefully touches up the liner that rings his eye
The pattern? Maybe, I seem to like Mikeyway?
ETA: It's been pointed out that I have a strong waking up/bed thing going on too. It's so true.
