I been so good up till now
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The script continues, the plot thickens, the pace quickens, the writer sickens and flees to LJ for solace!
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I turn 30 in three weeks, Feb. 1. I wish for fic, like so, and moreso! Consult my shameless wishlist and revel in my shame! Or, you know, write me one of these things!
[But don't let it discourage you from buying me stuff or sending me songs, natch. *g*]
- Family Guy Brian/Stewie. Just, something wonderful and wrong and with roadtripping.
- thirtysomething, really, ANYTHING. I want TS fic SO BAD. Maybe some Ellyn/Melissa, some good subversive slash. Or Michael/Gary, or Hope/Susannah!
- Love & Rockets, Maggie/Hopey with some angst and punk rock? Or, like, Hopey/Penny where Hopey would rather be with Maggie? Mmmm.
- Northern Exposure, clever, angsty, sexy Fleischman/O'Connell, devoid of schmoop. Well, okay, a little schmoop. But not a lot!
- Betsy-Tacy. Tell me you don't want to read Betsy/Tacy/Tib 3some as much as I do? However, what I'd really like is some Betsy/Winona. Mmmm!
- Chronicles of Prydain, Eilonwy/Achren. How hot, seriously, would that be??? Or Taran/Gwydion, or even just some really crowd-pleasing Taran/Eilonwy. I mean. Dude.
- And, since I can, MOOOOORE Into the Woods? Anything with the Baker and/or his wife. [ETA:
mazily already totally represented for me, here: Another Witch, Another Moment, because she's Queen of the Sondheim Playground! However, I want MOOOORE, even MOOOOORE!] Or, some Baker's Wife/Cinderella? Hot stuff, kiddo, hot stuff.
- And how about some Boomer fic for BSG? I would just about kill for a Helo/Boomer/Starbuck threesome.
- Or some classic B5 Lennier/Marcus?
- Or some classic Jeremiah Jeremiah/Markus?
- Or some classic ridiculously hot Janeway/Seven.
I now return you to your regularly scheduled script-writing, already in progress, and leaning suspiciously toward the slashy.
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Date: 2006-01-08 06:58 am (UTC)Oh, oh, I love you so! /scribbles furiously at this pilot, safe with my 44-of-100 userpics uploaded!
Happy early birthday. I'm useless with deadlines.
Date: 2006-01-08 07:58 am (UTC)“Brian,” says Stewie, the only one of them who understands him, even the least little bit, understands his sensitivity, his secret longing for decadence, “Brian, I do believe I shall never willingly return to that den of horror.”
“Your house?”
“No, that last cathouse.” Stewie’s head falls back, onto Brian’s thigh. “It was unspeakable. The drapes alone, the proprietor should have been shot for. Though my house certainly is in the running, isn’t it? Populated by Philistines of the lowest order. Technically, though, it’s not my house, is it? It’s our house.”
The weight of his head is solid and warm. Brian doesn’t want him to move. “It lacks culture,” Brian says.
“Well, we’ll have to bring what culture we possess to it, then.”
“Yes,” says Brian. His paw falls on Stewie’s head and strokes, lightly. Dog pets boy. As long as he’s not biting, everyone should be happy. Stewie’s hair is soft and fine. He’ll be charming when he’s older, witty and urbane and full of the same caustic wit. He’ll be too old to find such joy in Brian’s company, too cool. Brian will be old by then. His gums will recede, he’ll be rendered toothless, a dog all bark, no bite left.
“You’ll outgrow me,” he tells Stewie.
Stewie makes a dry noise that might be a chuckle. “Don’t be silly, you canine Candide,” he says. “Silence your gratuitous misery and think for a moment. Who would replace you?”
Brian smiles. It’s not much of an expression, just teeth showing, he could just be panting. But he isn’t breathing heavily.
Stewie says, “My God, I’m tired.”
Brian hums a lullaby. Stewie’s asleep in moments, and for a long time Brian just lies there, his paw still tangled in Stewie’s silky hair, listening to the regular susurration of his breath.
Re: Happy early birthday. I'm useless with deadlines.
Date: 2006-01-09 01:11 am (UTC)Re: Happy early birthday. I'm useless with deadlines.
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Date: 2006-01-09 03:11 am (UTC)Re: Happy early birthday. I'm useless with deadlines.
Date: 2006-01-09 06:54 am (UTC):D Oh, just thinking about it makes me warm and fuzzy inside.
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Date: 2006-01-17 11:19 pm (UTC)I don't think I can write you anything, not even classic J/7. but I can write Jean Brodie fic and make you help me! and I can come to your Boston tea party!