Desperate times and all that.

[hackthis_archive]

I have no words to describe my boredom right now. I have no words to describe anything. I'm at the stalemate, and I'm tempted to do that Give me a prompt and I'll write you a two-line story for it.

Yeah, alright, hit me. First fifteen in the door get the prize.* Anything I've already written before is game, no Hermione. Look, I'll even show you how it goes. Example: Request: SGA, Sheppard/McKay (which, um, you could request too even though I don't watch the show)


"So, McKay, what's all this UST business?" Sheppard did that thing he did with his mouth when he was trying to play smart. Rodney wasn’t fooled. "Is it a new strand of the ATA gene?"

"It stands for Unresolved Sexual Tension, Major."

"Lieutenant Colonel."

"Please," Rodney scoffed. "With all this tension I could call you Susan, and you wouldn't care."

"What tension?"

"The sexual tension between us."

"What sexual tension between us?"

"See, that's why it's unresolved! Because you can't admit it's there!"*


*If you're late, you might be able to bribe me with music. I'm partial to Eric B and Rakim, Tom Jones, New Edition, Doug E Fresh and the Get Fresh Crew.

***Okay, that was about ten lines too long, but serialkarma is feeling poorly, so I'm being nice.


ETA: OKAY, offer closed!

Comments

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Lee and ANDERS?! Uhhhhhhhhhh, okay. I'll come back to you after I think on this a moment. You cheeky so and so.

[seedyapartment.livejournal.com]

:) perfect. I hope you know that I hang off your every word. Fully under your thrall, here.

[2am-optimism.livejournal.com]

Hee - they have *cough* things in common...*innocent look*

:)

[doll-revolution.livejournal.com]

*loves*

^____^

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

*CRIES*

I love you so much right now, I can not even tell you.

[fivil.livejournal.com]

Um, um. KC, Seth-centric (I almost wished this for Yuletide and now I wish I had because KC cancelled, wah).

[fivil.livejournal.com]

Oh, and prompt word: marzipan.

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

*reads it 56 more times*

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

They have Kara in common. They have nothing else in common. Lee knows this, and he knows Anders knows this. Lee doesn't have to be nice to Anders. He doesn't have to be diplomatic because Starbuck's Zak-replacement is on-board. Lee doesn't have to be anything to this man who isn't Zak and isn't him, but still thinks he has a right to a place by Kara Thrace's side.

"She'll never love you," he grits out as Anders makes short work of the fastenings to Lee's trousers. He could be talking about himself.

Anders just laughs. His laugh is nothing like Zak's. "You mean because she loves you more?"

Anders' hands are rough and calloused, and they're perfect on Lee's dick. "I didn't say that," Lee's protest is slightly breathy.

Anders doesn't seem phased. "At least with me you know she's not fucking a ghost." Lee loses his erection at that.

"Frak off," he says shoving Ander away.

Anders just smirks. "You started it."

[bunglegirl.livejournal.com]

Everwood: Bright/Ephram lost on a roadtrip or other adventure

I'm emailing you a MP3 in payment.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Waking up naked on the floor is not the end of the world. After all, there's all sort of waking naked on the floor. There's waking up naked with another person, which, hello, awkward. There's waking up naked locked outside of your house on the front lawn, which, hello, embarassing. And then there's waking up naked on the floor of the house you share with two women who've recently been jerked around by men, and that might be the worst of all, because there's a tape measure involved.

"Oh my god!" George had no idea his voice could go that high, and he covers as much as exposed area as he possibly can while scrabbling away from Meredith and Izzie.

"I think we're the ones who should be talking to God," Izzie says with a smirk, showing George a lot of measuring tape. "He clearly blessed you more than any other man we know."

Now with 20% fewer typos!

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Julian was a patient man -- it was pretty much par for the course when one was a hired gun. You couldn't be getting up to go to the loo or checking the live rounds in your gun every five minutes when you had a job to do.

His employers paid him a lot of money to ensure that nothing would ever distract him from achieving his objective, and today's objective was ensuring the safety of one Dr. Rodney McKay back to something called a Stargate. The catch was that no one had bothered to tell Julian about Rodney McKay's ability to irritate the snot out of everyone with a ten-kilometre radius.

Julian didn't give a toss about Zero Point Energy in the first place, and he uncharacteristically pulled out his gun and checked to make sure there were no live rounds in the chamber. It was just a safety precaution of course, but Ronon Dex would be very upset if Julian killed his client before he returned him to Antartica.

[daraq.livejournal.com]

Oh man, I'm laughing so hard that I'm squirting tears. You rock!!!

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

I still have the drawing you gave me, so you know I haven't forgotten about you :)

[literaryll.livejournal.com]

Yes I am obnoxious is all. Tell me to shut up LOL

Your new icon is very relaxing.

Can I change my request? Write something involving Kassie and I will be gleeful the rest of the night.

*slightly horror struck at my own lack of shame*

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Draco Malfoy was a horrible mate. He didn't share his orange Fizzing Wizbees the way Millicent did, even though Gregory always had to ask first.

Draco didn't save Gregory a fairycake when he was late to dinner and had missed eveything including dessert because he'd been in detention the way Vincent did.

Draco didn't roll his eyes and leave the correct library book on Greg's table so he wouldn't be up half the night working on the wrong assignment like Nott did either.

Draco really was a horrible mate.

But sometimes, sometimes, when Gregory had written Draco off altogether he would catch Draco eying him curiously as though he were actually thinking about Gregory and considering him as a real person, and then Gregory would forgive Draco all his slights and snideness and fall in love all over again.

Re: Now with 20% fewer typos!

[thepouncer.livejournal.com]

Bwah ha ha! Oh man, Rodney would try the patience of a saint, but the vision of Sark trying to ferry him around is priceless.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

The thing about the transit strike that got to Jack wasn't that there was a transit strike, since he was still sleeping in the back office it wasn't as though he had to travel to get to work or anything. No, what really pissed Jack off was that no one else -- with the exception of Steven, who was always an exception to any rule -- lived on the island. This meant that Jack had no sauteman and no dishwasher and no grillman, even Seth hadn't come into work because he'd been visiting his grandmother in Jersey and Jack had just hung up on him when he'd called because Jack couldn't run a restaurant with just him and Steven and a patisser. Although Steven begged to differ. "It's all right, mate, we can serve'em all peanut butter sandwiches."

Jack rolled his eyes and turned away. "If you can't be helpful then shut up and get steal me something that can."

And that was about when Steven flung a large glob of peanut butter in Jack's hair.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

I already wrote you something! Also, yes, new icon is for zen.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah, this is really all for you. I am cheap.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Sorry, darling, never read Narnia. Second option?

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

The fish market in Seattle is famous for the ability of its handlers to throw large fish long distances. Jack knows this because he saw it on The Real World Seattle. Of course Jack's been to Seattle too, but he doesn't remember much about the trip apart from the jail cell, Seth drooling on his shoulder and Steven getting betting tips from an old man with three teeth and even fewer hairs on his head.

This is all the preparation Jack has when Steven starts flinging fish at him from the meatlocker. "Grouper! Chilean sea Bass! Dolphin! Wait, gotta put the mahi mahi where it'll be safe," Steven says, flinging fish at Seth and Ernesto and Jim, who actually falls on his ass with the force of Steven's throw.

"If you put that fish down your checks I'm coming in after it," Jack warns.

Steven pulls a large slab of grouper out of the freezer and walks to the entrance of the walk-in. In full view of everyone he sticks 15 pounds of grouper down his checks. "Come and get it, big boy," he says with a grin.

Jack just laughs. And then he goes in.

[ladydey.livejournal.com]

HeeHee - ahh a one-sided food fight.

SO NEAT!

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'm just sorry that it's so crazy full of typos. Normally I have people who take care of those things, this is what happens when I'm just writing on the fly. I can delete and repost it for you if you like, so you know, I don't like a total idiot.

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

Heh. I've commited it to memory, typos and all. But if it would make your innter editor feel better, you can do that.