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AHAHHAHAHA.

He knelt between Doyle's outstretched thighs, gaze raking down Doyle's body with the passion of an explorer inspecting a national wonder for the first time.

no joke, TOTALLY fuckin' serious. it really says that. earnestly.

attention, minions! ::pitiful whimper:: PLEASE?

i want everyone to write me crossover fic. mikey (elijah wood's unlikely assasin from the movie chain of fools) with geoffrey (dominic's big-eared sidekick from hetty wainthropp investigates).

just drabblets? dribblets? snippets? hints and teases and whispers? just TEENSY little bits? ::bats eyelashes::

okay, i'd do with just one or two. crave! crave! imagine that i'm going to die if i don't get some. you wouldn't want *that*, would you? and if you write me some, i just might love you forever! so come one, come all.

i'm looking at you, mcee. and dorkorific. and phineasjones. and wax_jism, if we're feeling reckless. which we are. and you know, really, with this pairing your grasp of canon isn't particularly important; it's the PRINCIPLE of the thing, you know?

::cravecrave::

::soulful hobbit eyes::

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ahahahah end of the world fic cakes!

no! it isn't! it's a time travel fic. ley lines! mercedes lackey ahoy. ::shades eyes:: good luck, lads. i hope the time turns out equal in the past so you'll have time to shag in between. ::solemn salute::

and the ending... ahahah. charming. love, secrecy, some of the *oddest* sideways hints at characterization--like looking in two mirrors to see the back of your head--this fic was utterly charmingly disorganized. next time the recs page gets an update, look for it. it's worth it.

...

and now i'm for bed. ::eyes clock worriedly:: no, it's not the *first* time i've left a writing assignment for the morning of, but... no help now, is there? i'm thinking of [silence]--if i can just write like that. speed-wise. grab a bit of inspiration and follow it from scene to scene to point. shouldn't matter if i'm a little under.

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dreamt i was moving the living room furniture around. and it was in the old living room, which is now my bedroom. and then i was watching an exercise video from the 80s.

hum.

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um. hm. where to start with the gods-be-damned story?

someone! someone write me mikey/geoffrey! don't you want me to love you forever? ::sniff::

copy center, right. did it snow? i think it snowed. i'm going now.

goddammit.

so, what's up, cim? i should be writing, and naturally, instead i am reading dorkorific's restless. oh, bugger it. i just *have* to write this now. must! must! ::stab::

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1. want to reread reefsong.

2. want wax.

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dammit--one hour. come back, sunshine!

wasn't kidding when i said goodbye

the love of my life has gone to bed. i don't care that i can see her tomorrow--i'm still going to pout. and console myself by reading pros slash until i'm mushy and warm and faintly sloshy. ::firm nod:: i got home half an hour ago and my nose is still cold. is this a bad sign?

also: RIP claire's computer. you shall be much missed.

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um, okay. headache. more sebastian it is.

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oh. oh.

the lost luggage saga

cim thing: [muzak] all of our representatives are still assisting other passengers. please continue to hold. [muzak]
fabricatedvoice: *petpet*
cim thing: ...
cim thing: she said that it is listed as having been delivered on monday
cim thing: they didn't even have my street address until monday night
cim thing: and i sure as hell didn't get it
fabricatedvoice: oh jesus

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those fuckers had just BETTER call me back--aha. they delivered my bag to the school post office and told the airline they'd delivered it to the dorm. BRILLIANT work, motherfuckers. reading cj cherryh, explorer, in an attempt to soothe my delicate nerves--the state of my stomach says it isn't working.

baji-naji! bedtime.