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Once again, I astound myself with my ability to wake up thinking TODAY: I WRITE ESSAY! YES! NOTHING ELSE! and then make it to 5pm with nothing to show for it. Well. Very little.
*face in hands*
Looks like I'll be dosing myself with caffeine when we get home from Bell Shakespeare's Othello later tonight, and then dragging my brain and this damn essay into the wee hours.
Take pity. Indulge me:
If you had me under your command and could make me write anything, regardless of whether or not I know the fandom or if anybody even writes fic in that fandom and no matter how crack-addled it might be, what would you love to see me write?
The author makes no guarantees that she will write anything you want - that not being the point of the meme - but she might just refer back to this when she is in one of her wildly generous birthday-drabbles-for-the-masses!!!huzzah!!! moods. Maybe.
*face in hands*
Looks like I'll be dosing myself with caffeine when we get home from Bell Shakespeare's Othello later tonight, and then dragging my brain and this damn essay into the wee hours.
Take pity. Indulge me:
If you had me under your command and could make me write anything, regardless of whether or not I know the fandom or if anybody even writes fic in that fandom and no matter how crack-addled it might be, what would you love to see me write?
The author makes no guarantees that she will write anything you want - that not being the point of the meme - but she might just refer back to this when she is in one of her wildly generous birthday-drabbles-for-the-masses!!!huzzah!!! moods. Maybe.
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(I'm working on it. >:D)
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I seem to be writing "Joe Dick, Bridezilla" crack fic at the moment. I THINK SOMETHING HAS BROKEN IN ME, FAHYE.
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*beat*
Well, you did ask. There isn't enough Delia fic in the world.
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-- Adama-centric fic during the New Caprica era when everybody is leaving Galactica; or
-- Kaylee-centric fic, with Kaylee and Simon on the TARDIS and Jack makes fun of Simon and Nine makes comments about how it's like watching a tennis match until Kaylee starts poking at the console and they end up SOMEWHERE HISTORICAL. Or at the battle of Serenity Valley. Either one. :D?
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*still capslocking everywhere*