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lunabee34 . If you want to be interviewed, let me know and I'll ask you some questions. (As in, like, DIFFERENT questions! :'D)( YAY! )
Well, that was more incoherent and flaily than I expected. But when am I ever as composed as I expect to be? I have so much to say about the writing workshop. I just need to write it all down, which I will do, as soon as I actually LEAVE the writing workshop. XD
Fuck if I know how to fix time zones, but now's as good a time as any to learn.
In other news: 'sup? I will resurrect when camp is over. Really I will. I miss being egotistical onscreen.
Author:
gogollescent Rating: ahahahaha I don't even know. What's the rating for RAPING YOUR CHILDHOOD?
Pairing: None yet. Later? Don't go there.
Summary/Prompt: Captain James T. von Kirk needs a governess for his seven children. Plz note: will only be funny if you have seen the Sound of Music and remember it well. Actually it might not be funny even then. But anyway. Yeah, basically, Star Trek meets the Sound of Music. This is the first act of probably at least five. *facepalm*
Note/Warnings: I'm an idiot. Did I mention the childhood-rape? Yeah. That.
( ACT TWO: ACCLIMATIZATION )
Title: Native Species' Territory Calls, Which When Anthropomorphized Resemble The Sound of Music
Author:
gogollescentRating: ahahahaha I don't even know. What's the rating for RAPING YOUR CHILDHOOD?
Pairing: Kirk/Spock, for now.
Summary/Prompt: Captain James T. von Kirk needs a governess for his seven children. Plz note: will only be funny if you have seen the Sound of Music and remember it well. Actually it might not be funny even then. But anyway. Yeah, basically, Star Trek meets the Sound of Music. This is the first act of probably at least five. *facepalm*
Note/Warnings: I'm an idiot. Did I mention the childhood-rape? Yeah. That.
( ACT ONE: THE ARRIVAL )
( This was written for two prompts. )
The first? An
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all_unwritten prompt: "Tell us something about your pet."The second? "Imagine you're a girl who absolutely loathes a certain boy (the reasoning is up to you). His name is Collin (picture below for reference). This boy happens to be in your room, however he's an inch tall and stupidly laying on one of your flip flops / sandals. You decide you want to kill him by stepping on him slowly and painfully with your bare foot, considering he has claustrophobia, along with a phobia of feet. If you're feeling extra cruel, you could even use him as the insole to your sandal as you walk around on him. The possibilities are endless at his size. Feel free to torture him beforehand if you'd like, since you know his phobias.
Being as descriptive and creative as possible, write this scene in 1st person, like a narrative or even a diary. (If you can't stand 1st person, 3rd person works as well.)"
You can even incorporate your own ideas into this, if you'd like. Make it a bit more interesting!
As this scenario is pretty vague, a good way to make it really good is an emphasis on description and imagery."
- whims of the chinese box:
weird
THIS IS UNREASONABLY JUNGIAN
if any of you want fic, comment and I will get back to you forthwith*.
*in five years**
**Discworldean***
***And by 'Discworldean' I mean proper 800-day years, kthx
Comment to this entry and I will pick a character you know. Then you answer the same questions I have posted.
aramis_chan gave me Samuel Vimes. Shock, I know.1. Do you like this character?
Yes. Very much. Because he's hilarious even when he's being angsty/angry/defiant/resigned to his fate as a Lone Straight Man (i.e., all the time). And because he's v. v. different from me while kind of similar to my father. (Shut up, it's perfectly legitimate to seek out father figures in fiction!) Except not as intelligent and therefore more relateable...to. Yes.
2. What name/names do you call this character?
Vimes, usually. Lately "the ex-Commander", when I'm feeling cruel.
3. What image-color do you associate with this character?
copperbadge 's default icon - so a brassy color, I suppose.Or that light woody shade you get in old eggshells, har har.
4. What image-song do you associate with this character?
Uh.
Haha.
YES. I, LIKE THE REST OF MY GENERATION, AM COMPLETELY UP-TO-DATE ON CURRENT MUSIC, ETC., ETC. I KNOW MANY LYRICS FROM WHICH I CAN PICK AND CHOOSE AT LEISURE. I'M JUST ELECTING NOT TO RIGHT NOW BECAUSE THIS QUESTION D
Haha.
5. What blood-type do you think this character is?
AB, because of this fic: sam-storyteller.livejournal.com/70605.ht
6. Of all of the titles that this character appears in, which characters do you like to put this character with?
Well, his wife, I quite like putting him with his wife, in, you know, healthy moderation. And I have once-- once, mind-- been guilty of putting him with his boss, because there's nothing quite like guilty slash. And I have contemplated genderbent!Carrot/Vimes, because I am sick and unsquickable. Let's see. Oh, yes, how could I forget-- I make no promises, but there may be some Vimes/Angua in my upcoming AU.
I don't have a particular favorite, really. I just like 'im. If I get to make him fail miserably at romance, this is an added bonus.
7. What would you want to say to this character?
Er. Nothing except 'It wasn't me what done it'. Possibly.
8. Which do you want to do with this character: Shake hands, hug or kiss?
I'm going to go for the fourth option, viz. 'run away', because let's face it; in real life Vimes would be, in the words of Moist von Lipwig, "just scary."
- whims of the chinese box:
accomplished
Also, a prompt from all_unwritten: Silence is not golden.
SATISFYING CONCLUSIONS ARE OVERRATED.
- coordinates and point:the mountains
- whims of the chinese box:
contemplative
2. I went to bed at one o' clock this morning.
3. The yearly project for AP biology is officially done.
4. BY THE WAY HOLY SHITTING YES I GOT ACCEP
5. I have not been taking my medications regularly. Please forgive the occasional lapse of IOWA HERE I COME reasoning and cognitive functions.
6. I love you all from afar. And it's spring break at last, so, in the immortal words of Havelock Vetinari, BRING IT.
7. Stress has induced one worthwhile, long, involved, and fascinating dream which I will relate shortly, when I recover.
- coordinates and point:over the moon. Somewhere.
- whims of the chinese box:elated
- because every life needs a soundtrack:Snakes on a motherfuckin' plaaane
me: HI MOM. HOW ARE YOU?
winding_number: capital
I think that might be the first pun my mother's ever made in her life. At least, the first pun (or play on words) made in English.
I'm awed. Really I am.
I think that might be the first pun my mother's ever made in her life. At least, the first pun (or play on words) made in English.
I'm awed. Really I am.
- whims of the chinese box:
awake
In other news, someone broke into my piano teacher's car and all I could think about was the spiderweb pattern on the fragments of dark, green-edged broken glass left in the corners of the empty window. And my father's car... stopped going halfway to home. We got towed.
It's been an odd two days and a most appropriate Friday the Thirteenth. I don't really know.
- coordinates and point:in a handbasket
- whims of the chinese box:bemused
- because every life needs a soundtrack:Fat-Bottomed Girls
- whims of the chinese box:
amused
aramis_chan : Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want). No context/explanations. BITCH PLEASE. Half-assed explanations, they are mah SOUL.( Read more... )
Do I have something useful to say? No. I'm sorry this last chapter of the Bold is taking twice as long as usual, but school-related intoxicating substances made it kind of impossible this week. LOL U GUYS RL IT R EATIN ME IMMA GO MAKE LAME EXCUSE NAO K
- whims of the chinese box:
calm
all_unwritten prompt: When dreams become...( Mostly I wrote this for the name Alice. It's not much. )
- whims of the chinese box:
artistic
Her name was Melissa, she said, so quietly and with such an unfamiliar accent and looking so little the part that I thought I had misheard; she was a grade lower than me and a year older than me and her stomach curved grotesquely under her stained white shirt. She was Hispanic, I think. Cute eyes, pretty eyes: dark brown, round, with long curling eyelashes. A face that was maybe pretty too but wan, irregular; the nose witchy, knobbly, the mouth ill-formed, the lips too plump and shapeless and glistening and loose. Something strange about her jaw: almost a double chin, though she was not what you could call fat, despite the moon-full stomach. She sucked continually on a finger and wiped the saliva off on her thigh when she saw me looking. Her spit left a dark mark on the grey sweats she was wearing, per regulation.
I don't hate public school, in fact I rather love it, but sometimes I have to wonder why. It's like a sin in my mouth.
We were neither of us good at the dance; salsa, and I expected her to be good at it and was embarrassed when I realized why. She stood listlessly, rocking back and forth when the teacher counted off, while I muddled the steps and almost trod on her toes twice. When the music came on she offered her hands; smaller than mine, swollen maybe, bulbous. Warm and dry, the pressure in its way pleasant. We didn't follow the choreography; she led, and we moved in the general direction of our classmates, nothing more, nothing less. There was a kind of rhythm achieved, now and then; open rock step open rock step said the teacher, and we did.
I stared at her all dance long and I couldn't see anyone staring back. She said nothing, her expression didn't change, she stared back at me like a dog regarding a stranger (or maybe a stranger regarding a dog).
When the music finished and we sat down to watch the teacher demonstrate a second set, she reclined on her elbows, splay-legged, while I looked away, not having any idea what to say. Someone shouted: "You're hella pregnant, girl," and it didn't sound like English, and she laughed, and I closed my eyes.
(I feel like a horrible person now. It's rather a relief: all that unnecessary tact was making me tired.)
- coordinates and point:the pages of Resurrection
- whims of the chinese box:unhinged
- because every life needs a soundtrack:my mother washing dishes
rain_sleet_snow - comment and let me know you want to play, and I'll tell you five things I associate you with- then post in your journal, enlarging on the five things. Or don't. Whatever floats your goddamn philosophical boat.( SEE DICK RUN! I mean, T-5 hours. I mean, what? )
In other news...
I entered the AMC (American Math Contest) 12 on Wednesday and now it's hard to think, it's hard to look at the way the dead trees have dried into perfect dove-grey antlers for the tanbark-furred ground, and the sweet incongruity of weedy flower bushes growing up around their cool roots and boles, because I'm still pissed about Millie's damn birdseed problem that I got wrong and I shouldn't have gotten it wrong nnnnngh.
Isn't it odd to think of winter as the season of rainbows?
And rainbows: there's a word ill-chosen. Such an ugly word for that gaudy streak of loveliness, sun and mist. I'd rather it were called penelope or polychrome; as it is I shy from using it. A shame, no?
NOT SUCCEEDING IN DISTRACTING MYSELF. HN
- coordinates and point:Winter.
- whims of the chinese box: awake
- because every life needs a soundtrack:a stupid mistake
( Why don't LJ-cuts work for me? Why? Whyyyy? )
Also, does anyone have name suggestions? Anyone? Because I fail at pronounceable made up names and at this rate I'm just going to resort to French.
- whims of the chinese box:
annoyed
( Old Dogs And Lamer Titles )
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