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mrsronweasley) wrote2006-08-16 05:21 pm
mrsronweasley) wrote2006-08-16 05:21 pm
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Help. Writer's block. Help meeeeee!
Okay, you don't actually have to help me, but EEEEP. *sweatdrop* I have to have this done tonight. I have to. And it isn't...wah. Happening.
On the other hand, I am stealing this thing from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zeplum:
Three Lines meme. From WIPs.
1) The kid!fic AU. Which, I swear to GOD, I will finish. It's on my list after![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
getfraserlaid. Hand to God. I am way too excited about it not to finish it. Here's a small sample. (I cheated. It's longer than three lines.) This is an AU wherein Ray and Stella had a kid before they split up, and Fraser is her teacher. Just to put this in context.
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“Vecchio. Quit starin’ at me. What am I, your birthday cake?” Ray scowled at the passenger’s seat.
“Easy there, Stanley, you’re not fluffy enough.”
“Do not call me that,” Ray growled out. “What the hell do you want?”
“Just wondering what’s got your undies in a twist. Hey, watch the road, will ya?! What are you, trying to get us both killed?”
Ray grinned a bit this time. Yeah, okay, so he was a little out of it, but it hadn’t helped that Jenn’d had a nightmare, and he stayed up half the night drinking hot chocolate and trying to remember a single bedtime story that didn’t somehow involve guns and the good policeman coming home bruised, tired and triumphant. That had only worked when she was too young to tell the difference between “fairy tale” and “daddy’s lack of imagination.” This time, he’d tucked her in, rattled off a couple of phrases involving “beautiful” and “princess”, and was grateful when her own exhaustion took care of the rest. He fell asleep in the chair by her bed and woke up with the worst crick in his neck and a bad back.
*
2) Retelling of 'The Ladies Man' bar scene from the bartender's POV.
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“Ray, there’s a selection of dates, apricots, prunes, figs and two cheese sticks.” Voice like honey. Johnny nearly shivered.
Tall Lanky Man - Ray - made some indistinct noise and didn’t look at the food twice. Instead, he lifted a hand and squeezed it into a fist once, twice, and it shook. “Look at that, look at that...” Johnny looked along with the Mountie. “I’m just... I’m just... I’m pressed up against some...I don’t know...” He struggled for words, and Johnny found himself riveted. He wanted to know more, wanted for Ray to continue. Thus, watching Ray struggle to find the right words, he began supplying some of his own.
“Breakdown?” he suggested. For the first time, Ray looked at him, and Johnny’s heart seemed to flip over itself. Clearly, this Ray was in a considerable amount of pain, and needed some kind of assistance. But Johnny was only human. He wasn’t going to voice exactly what kind of assistance he wanted to offer, but boy, did his mind fill with some delicious images. He forced himself to focus and do what he did (second) best: he forced himself to listen.
*
3) The professor AU for GetFraserLaid.
*
He stared at his thesis without lifting a hand to retrieve it. A second extended into moments and he was still staring at it dumbly when Ray’s voice cut into the haze of this thoughts, startling him into meeting his gaze.
“Fraser! Quit that, and take it back. It’s – it’s good, Fraser. It’s very good.”
Fraser took a deep breath and finally reached for the blue folder.
“Very good?” His voice broke a bit and he cleared his throat. Watching his advisor’s face gave him courage to ask. “But not stellar?”
Ray’s smirk disappeared, replaced by a thoughtful expression. “You don’t want a stellar thesis, Ben.”
Ben frowned, uncertain as to where Ray was headed with that comment. “I don’t?”
“No, you don’t.” When Ray didn’t clarify, Ben opened his mouth to ask for further elucidation, but was interrupted when Ray abruptly stood up.
“Come on. You need a drink,” he declared and was almost out the door by the time Ben found the mechanism that closed his jaw and implemented it.
*
And there you have it. Now if only this CURRENT PWP would fucking COOPERATE. *sigh*
Back to the grindstone.
Okay, you don't actually have to help me, but EEEEP. *sweatdrop* I have to have this done tonight. I have to. And it isn't...wah. Happening.
On the other hand, I am stealing this thing from
zeplum:Three Lines meme. From WIPs.
1) The kid!fic AU. Which, I swear to GOD, I will finish. It's on my list after
getfraserlaid. Hand to God. I am way too excited about it not to finish it. Here's a small sample. (I cheated. It's longer than three lines.) This is an AU wherein Ray and Stella had a kid before they split up, and Fraser is her teacher. Just to put this in context.*
“Vecchio. Quit starin’ at me. What am I, your birthday cake?” Ray scowled at the passenger’s seat.
“Easy there, Stanley, you’re not fluffy enough.”
“Do not call me that,” Ray growled out. “What the hell do you want?”
“Just wondering what’s got your undies in a twist. Hey, watch the road, will ya?! What are you, trying to get us both killed?”
Ray grinned a bit this time. Yeah, okay, so he was a little out of it, but it hadn’t helped that Jenn’d had a nightmare, and he stayed up half the night drinking hot chocolate and trying to remember a single bedtime story that didn’t somehow involve guns and the good policeman coming home bruised, tired and triumphant. That had only worked when she was too young to tell the difference between “fairy tale” and “daddy’s lack of imagination.” This time, he’d tucked her in, rattled off a couple of phrases involving “beautiful” and “princess”, and was grateful when her own exhaustion took care of the rest. He fell asleep in the chair by her bed and woke up with the worst crick in his neck and a bad back.
*
2) Retelling of 'The Ladies Man' bar scene from the bartender's POV.
*
“Ray, there’s a selection of dates, apricots, prunes, figs and two cheese sticks.” Voice like honey. Johnny nearly shivered.
Tall Lanky Man - Ray - made some indistinct noise and didn’t look at the food twice. Instead, he lifted a hand and squeezed it into a fist once, twice, and it shook. “Look at that, look at that...” Johnny looked along with the Mountie. “I’m just... I’m just... I’m pressed up against some...I don’t know...” He struggled for words, and Johnny found himself riveted. He wanted to know more, wanted for Ray to continue. Thus, watching Ray struggle to find the right words, he began supplying some of his own.
“Breakdown?” he suggested. For the first time, Ray looked at him, and Johnny’s heart seemed to flip over itself. Clearly, this Ray was in a considerable amount of pain, and needed some kind of assistance. But Johnny was only human. He wasn’t going to voice exactly what kind of assistance he wanted to offer, but boy, did his mind fill with some delicious images. He forced himself to focus and do what he did (second) best: he forced himself to listen.
*
3) The professor AU for GetFraserLaid.
*
He stared at his thesis without lifting a hand to retrieve it. A second extended into moments and he was still staring at it dumbly when Ray’s voice cut into the haze of this thoughts, startling him into meeting his gaze.
“Fraser! Quit that, and take it back. It’s – it’s good, Fraser. It’s very good.”
Fraser took a deep breath and finally reached for the blue folder.
“Very good?” His voice broke a bit and he cleared his throat. Watching his advisor’s face gave him courage to ask. “But not stellar?”
Ray’s smirk disappeared, replaced by a thoughtful expression. “You don’t want a stellar thesis, Ben.”
Ben frowned, uncertain as to where Ray was headed with that comment. “I don’t?”
“No, you don’t.” When Ray didn’t clarify, Ben opened his mouth to ask for further elucidation, but was interrupted when Ray abruptly stood up.
“Come on. You need a drink,” he declared and was almost out the door by the time Ben found the mechanism that closed his jaw and implemented it.
*
And there you have it. Now if only this CURRENT PWP would fucking COOPERATE. *sigh*
Back to the grindstone.
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I wrote some dirty, dirty porn today, maybe that will get you in the mood.
I, on the other hand, CAN'T write because my wrist is BROKEN.
OMG PROFESSOR AU
/spazziest comment EVER
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Porn is good. I NEED to write porn. And that isn't even a problem. (I think I fixed my porn muse! Yay!) It's the getting there that's proving kind of a challenge.
AND YEAH I AM SO EXCITED.
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OMG. I'm SO HAPPY I wrote that prompt!
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Email forthcoming! Thank you so much. It's technically due Friday, but I'm leaving right after work on Friday, so I'm trying to get it done today, and have somebody beta it tomorrow, so I can get it up early Friday. EEEP.
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Seriously, um, hope the wrist gets better, but ahahah fingerbanging jokes!
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:D
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Also? Daddy!Ray trying to cheat his way through goodnight stories and Fraser implementing his jaw-closing mechanism? You rock.
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And and and YAY. Oh, thank you. Made me very happy. :D
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*sends 'Mush!' thoughts at your muse - or should it be 'Cuuuuurl!'?*
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*coddles muse with candy and flowers*
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Will render any help I can, too. I have so many WIPs, you wouldn't believe, and would gladly swap one with you in the hope that we could help jog each other back into the groove.
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God, it's STRESSFUL. Hopefully it'll ease up soon. Maybe. Ha. I'll keep hoping. GOOD LUCK.
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