Comment and I'll... 1. Tell you why I friended you. 2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a colour, a photo, etc. 3. Tell you something I like about you. 4. Tell you a memory I have of you. 5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you. 6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours. 7. In return, you must post this in your LJ.
Because I actually thought of this one first, when I couldn't write it down. And then another one just came to me. May turn into something... will put under cut this time 'round.
These may someday be part of a fic or fics. Not sure.
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"Onomastics?" He craned his head to read the dust jacket.
"Yes."
"Why not call it 'name-ology'?"
"Because 'name-ology' is stupid, and not wholly Greek or Latin."
"Stupid?"
"With all due respect, yes, I believe it is. Can I help you?"
He shrugged, made a moue of noncommittment, and sat on the edge of my desk. "What's your name mean?"
"'God is gracious'. Although I believe you'll find many do."
"What's my name mean?"
"Your name means 'God is gracious'. I told you."
"Huh."
"Can I help you?" I repeated, trying to level a glare at him over the top of the book.
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"Okay, people, I have some new rules. First, the pirate jokes are to cease and desist."
There were groans from the room in general.
"Does that mean you'll stop wearing the coat, then?"
"My coat does not in any way resemble a pirate coat!"
"You said rules and first, are there others?"
"Yes. From now on, I will be referred to as Captain Handsome."
"Who do I get to be?"
"Nobody else gets to be anything. Okay, well, obviously if I'm Captain Handsome, there will be a Lieutentant Lovely. This is to be decided by video game tournament. Except you, you're Captain Handsome's Personal Gentleman's Gentleman Slash-- well, no, 'personal gentleman's gentleman' covers everything."
"How about cabin boy?"
"I said no more pirate jokes!"
"But it's all we have!"
"We could make ninja jokes."
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"Okay, now that everyone's gathered, I'd like to make one thing clear. I will neither 'get you high tonight' nor will I 'take you to your secret island'. Please refrain from sending inter-office memos stating otherwise."
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That's all I got. Figured I'd type it all out, dunno what's to be done with it.
Author: Anne Marsh Title: um... no, not so much. Pairing: Ed III/Gin Rummy Summary: Utterly pointless conversation>fluff>hot sex. Rating: SLASH means See Lots of Anal Sex Hotness. Disclaimer: So not mine. Feedback: Gives me the world on a string, sittin' on a pillow.
Eram... it's no longer Towel Day, but it would've been, if my computer hadn't had some kind of weird epileptic fit on me!
Anyway, here is the teaser for my upcoming fic-- it's Ford/Arthur (natch), about as dark as I can get in this fandom, and twenty-five pages in all. All it needs is a title...
*TEASER*
"I'm going to die." He said. And then, because nobody said anything to the contrary, he said it again. "I'm going to die."
"Eventually." Said a voice from the other side of the door. "Whenever we get bored with you, I'd imagine. Then aain, you might get bumped up to this weekend, if we're lucky."
"I suppose... I suppose then it doesn't really matter much how I feel on the subject?"
"Mister, it doesn't matter much how you feel on any subject."
"Oh." He sighed mournfully. "I thought not."
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So, when I have time-- and when I figure out this whole 'cut' business (yes, I'm woefully unversed), I'll be posting, you know, actual chapters.
Remember to read that in a sing-song voice, 'cause that's how I'm saying it!
I'm geared up for it. Gonna watch the BBC miniseries, gonna have my towel with me. It shall be more than a memorial day, but a celebration of his life and works.
Heh... I wrote it on the calendar, and my dad actually knew what it meant. *is a second-generation fan*
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