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so this is what responsibility feels like
Wow. Having a dead computer makes me actually behave like a med student. I went to my two labs this morning -- Jesus Christ, bones are tricky little buggers when you actually look at them, and I am rethinking my love of the clavicle -- and then I spent some time in the LIBRARY with my NOTES and I've thoroughly revised my upper limb anatomy and the entire text chapter on clinical examination of the respiratory system. Man. The things you have time to do when you don't have classes from 8am-5pm (this week is remarkably light \o/) and also don't have fic writing itself feverishly in your head.
Tomorrow classes finish at 11am and I am determined to be likewise productive in the afternoon, but you know what, I'm kind of enjoying this being-uncharacteristically-prolific thing, so for the gaps in between study:
Drabble requests?
You know what I write. Though if you're having trouble deciding, I'm on this serious animated-things kick at the moment, so throw me Avatar/anime-of-your-choice prompts and everyone will be happy.
(Please note that due to the fickle natures of both free time & inspiration, I am not putting my hand on my heart and swearing to finish every request this time, but...request away anyhow! We'll see how I go.)
Tomorrow classes finish at 11am and I am determined to be likewise productive in the afternoon, but you know what, I'm kind of enjoying this being-uncharacteristically-prolific thing, so for the gaps in between study:
Drabble requests?
You know what I write. Though if you're having trouble deciding, I'm on this serious animated-things kick at the moment, so throw me Avatar/anime-of-your-choice prompts and everyone will be happy.
(Please note that due to the fickle natures of both free time & inspiration, I am not putting my hand on my heart and swearing to finish every request this time, but...request away anyhow! We'll see how I go.)
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Alternately, Lexie Grey! (If you want, it can be Lexie Grey on the Galactica. I am flexible.)
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Katee's cell buzzes green in the darkness and she sits on the edge of the bed looking at it, blinking the few lines of text into focus, before walking over to the front door of her apartment -- her bare feet slap against the wooden veneer -- and opening it.
"You could have just knocked," she says.
Jamie smiles.
It's only okay when looked at from outer space. It's only okay because one day they'll be allowed to stop looking at each other like they're the only universal constant, and then maybe Katee will be able to stuff her thoughts back within normal boundaries. Maybe she'll be able to forget the fact that in her breakthrough role she broke the one cardinal rule and fell into a love that could only be reached by scaling the fourth wall at midnight and dropping down into the Eden on the other side.
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I am now dead.
But oh, what an honorable death it was.