Desperate times and all that.

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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!

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In Seth's opinion, Martha Stewart is a genius. Not a genius like Einstein or the first guy to make a jelly-donut, but genius in a way that people that Jack and Steven just don't understand. He's watched her make an entire vegetable garden out of coloured marzipan on top of a cake on her show. In Seth's mind, that is genius. Some day he hopes to attain that sort of brilliance -- but there's no room for Martha at Nolita. Especially when Jack keeps sticking his fingers in Seth's tarts. "Do that one more time," Seth says, "just one more time and I swear I'll cut it off and serve it next to the raspberries and kiwis.

Jack just laughs. "Aw, sweetie am I ruining your masterpiece? Well too fucking bad."

"I hate you," Seth sulks.

"I know you do," Jack says. "That's why you suck such great cock."

"Who's sucking cock?" Steven hollers from the grill station. "And when can I get in?"

"NEVER!" Seth shouts back. He's surrounded by idiots, Martha would be appalled.

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*giggles* Oh, good times. Love.

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*loves utterly* Damn FOX to a blindingly painful hell.