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I no can has pinch hit. :-( So. ~~First ten people to drop me a pairing and an improv word will get a sentence of a story that doesn't exist. And by sentence I prolly mean like 100 words.~~ Okay, I have my ten. No more! And before I forget:

Dearest Awesome Yuletide Writer Person:

I am out of town next week, but as soon as I can I will be sending you most slovering and effusive feedback.

<3,
Me.

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Ari protests, bouncing on George's bed and not thinking bad-dirty-wrong things.

Ari is going to have to visit his wife afterwards.

I love how you do so much in so few words.

Y'all are all about the Chuck/Bryce. That's good to hear, I have to find me some proper icons ;-)

The phallic nature of bananas has never really occurred to Bryce until today. He's a guy, he knows pretty much every guy associates everything possible with sex, or blow jobs, or hand jobs or anything related to sex, but Bryce has been trying very hard not to associate sex with Chuck. Not that he doesn't find Chuck attractive in his own bumbling, gangly, geeky adorable -- anyway, Chuck and sex is a big no in Bryce's book. Except for when Chuck is reading his quantum physics book and happily eating a banana the size of -- okay, it's so the same size as Bryce's dick.

The biting and chewing are a bit scary, but as far as Bryce can tell, Chuck would give an excellent blow job and that's definitely information he didn't need in his arsenal.

He needs a distraction. This seems like an excellent time for a pillow fight. He'll just let Chuck finish his banana first.

That's blackmail. Also, I have conflicted Chuck feelings, because hello, attempted rapist. Bad Chuck! No cookie! I know you are repressing your Nate-love by trying to pretend you are straight, but that icon is totally not fooling anyone. *makes face*

Chuck doesn't need people to like him. He doesn't even really want people to like him. He thinks he'd rathered be feared and respected. Although, he'll take fear if he can't get respect. He's not a bad guy, he just wants what he wants when he wants it. And for the longest time he's always gotten it. It's never really occurred to him that he has to work for things. He's never had to work for Nate; Nate's always been his. Chuck's rather magnanimously shared him with Blair for quite some time, but that time is over. Clearly all this beneficence has confused Chuck's mind, and that's why he thought he wanted Blair. He doesn't want Blair. He wants Nate. Going to Monaco isn't running away, it's a power play. Chuck doesn't doubt for a second that Nate will come to him; Chuck knows who Nate loves best.

awwwwwwww, this was lovely *licks drabble*

(fanon!Peter always eats pancakes *ponders on the fact*)

I am about to argue away the rape thing, but I will stop because I don't need your minions coming behind and reading this and everything ending up on metafandom or something. Needless to say, I can explain that in a way I find, if not 100% hearts and flowers and blue boxes, at least in line w/ the rest of their world. (Some people really never have heard no before, for starters.)

Ilu2, darling.

You're the first person to say that Gerard looks like a girl in this icon, and I applaud you, yes, he really really does.

Um, dude, you used the Nate&Chuck on holiday icon, try again. Also, we are not going near the explain-away rape thing, we clearly see it differently and I'm trying to keep myself Zen today.

SIGH. We are having Miscommunication Day, I thought that was scheduled for Mondays.

I do not mean to sound strange and idiotic and stalkery, but someone pointed me towards you for Nathan and Peter goodness, and I came and read and then fell in love with how you write. I then got hooked to your Ari and George and that lead to further falling, and now I am head over heels in love with your fiction writing capabilities and somehow, the people in your universe have completely blindsided me with their quirky charm and honesty and passion...and how did you make Shia and Milo so good together that in my head they feel real? It is almost metaphysical wit, certainly. Did you know, your writing has this strange luminescent quality, like sunshine, it brightens my days...your people will always find a way even if they have problems and stuff, and the strange companionship between people is heart warming. There is such a dearth of tenderness in the world, I am always grateful when people portray that in fiction, and you do it superlatively well, yet with such a sense of humour, and yet your writing is never laboured.

Okay, I will stop babbling now, but I thought you should know how many people, like me, you make happy. Have a lovely holiday.

Traditionally speaking, David doesn't strip for money, but this is a good cause. At least that's what he keeps hollering from on top of the craft services table. Milo's pretty sure David can afford several cartons of Marlboros without resorting to stripping for dollar bills, but who is he to deny David his fun? After all, David's providing his own soundtrack -- Right Said Fred's 'I'm Too Sexy' -- and well, if nothing else he's entertaining. In fact, considering the way Sendhil and Greg are gasping for air and Hayden's gleefully waving around a $20 this could become a regular Friday occurance. He should go find Adrian, this definitely deserves to be on YouTube.

Mohinder was never afraid of the dark when he was little. He mother explained to him that the only reason it got dark at night was that the sun had to go to bed to get some rest, like Mohinder did, and that in the morning it would wake up again, just like Mohinder did. Mohinder's mother said that the moon and the sun were twins, that it was simply rare for them to be out together. Not impossible, just rare, and on those rare occasions when they were, that's when there was a moment of darkness, and then it passed. Except that the last time there was an eclipse Mohinder met Peter Petrelli, and Peter led him to Sylar and now Mohinder feels like he's in a eclipse he can get out of. It's not day or night, it just is. Sort of like he and Sylar.

Have you ever been too late in your life?

Girls like Blair belong with boys like Chuck. Chuck can give her anything she wants, whenever she wants it, however she wants it. He has more money than god, more sex tricks than a house full of Playboy bunnies, and he is her equal. Nate... Chuck loves Nate, but Nate can't handle Blair, and Chuck's known this from the day they got together. He's watched and smirked and been incredibly amused by their entire relationship, but it's time for Nate to step aside and let the adults get down to business. And as if on cue, Chuck's mobile pings and Blair's name pops up on the LCD screen. She always seems to know when he's thinking about her. They're in sync that way. Nate's too oblivious. Nate's just not right for anyone but Chuck. And yet, when Chuck sends Blair the cameraphone picture of he and Nate it's his opening shot across her bow. He's daring her to come and get Nate; he's daring her to choose him instead. Chuck knows Blair's never met a dare she didn't like.

Oh, oh, fantastic! Thank you.

Harry once tried to explain the Muggle Christmas holiday to Blaise, but Blaise found the whole thing so insipid and nonsensical -- only a Hufflepuff would travel the land giving away presents to undeserving Muggles -- that he got up and walked out of the room. Harry wasn't particularly amused, but Blaise was particularly interested, until that night when Harry wouldn't put out. Regardless, Blaise though that that was the end of it, until he came home and found half the Forbidden Forest in their flat.

"What ignominy have you thrust upon me now?" Blaise sighed, standing at the foot of the pine tree and watching as Harry hovered around the ceiling on his broom.

"It's Christmas." Harry was using his wand to wind a string of bright lights around the tree. He didn't even pretend to be ashamed of such frivolity; it was revolting. And so quintessential Gryffindor. "We're celebrating."

"I am not perpetrating any Muggle lies," Blaise scoffed. "Take this monstrosity out of the sitting room at once."

Harry peered down his nose at Blaise. "If you don't help me perpetrate these 'Muggle lies' as you call them, I'll tell your grandfather all about our sex life. In graphic detail. With drawings."

Blaise paled fractionally. "That's blackmail."

Harry grinned. "There are some ornaments on the sofa, you can start with them."

"I always knew you'd been sorted into the wrong house," Blaise huffed. "I can't believe no one else has seen through your facade."

Harry smiled beatifically. "Yes, and Happy Christmas to you too."

Edited 2007-12-22 04:16 (UTC)

Blaise is so, so whipped. *bg*

I love that Harry knows exactly how to manage him. :)

*can't resist using her icon*

Mmmmm. Delicious! I really have to agree with Chuck. He is much better suited to Blair than Nate. Yay for opening shots across the bow. This is going to be one incredibly delightful war! *g*

I don't know what to say. I am so very touched by your kind words, thank you. You've totally made my old, bitter and jaded black heart just a little bit less bitter and jaded.

*makes with the flailing*

Awww, they should have a house! And a house-warming ~~orgy~~ ~~party~~ orgy AND party!!!

(Also? I saw three minutes of the MTV Movie Awards rerun the other day - just enough to see that Shia was sitting next to Fergie - and I actually fucking GASPED AT THE SIGHT. Before I remembered 1. the awards happened before The Frayed Edge so no reason to panic, and 2. oh wait, he's not REALLY sleeping with Milo.

And I was sober at the time.

This OTP you've created is fucking my shit up.)

Happy New Year!

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