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cherryAm finally registered in all my classes. Go me.
Am slightly confused, as there are a few (large) stories vying in my mind to be written: the DLM one, Detective Frannie Vecchio, the latest Emma piece, a Firefly war story, the 1987 O11 one, that piece for the Fandom Which Must Not Be Named...
This has led to a logjam in my brain, so I am taking requests for drabble (I promise at least a drabble) and/or icons.
That's right, get your drabble and/or icons here.
I think you all know fandomwise. XM, dS, DLM, HP, O11, LXG, CSI, Alias, Firefly, Eternal Sunshine, Disney, PotC, Dogma, Power Play... I'd try DCU, SV, the Fandom That Must Not Be Named, or pretty much anything else you throw at me.
Fandom, media (fic/icon), prompt (optional).
Please?
Am slightly confused, as there are a few (large) stories vying in my mind to be written: the DLM one, Detective Frannie Vecchio, the latest Emma piece, a Firefly war story, the 1987 O11 one, that piece for the Fandom Which Must Not Be Named...
This has led to a logjam in my brain, so I am taking requests for drabble (I promise at least a drabble) and/or icons.
That's right, get your drabble and/or icons here.
I think you all know fandomwise. XM, dS, DLM, HP, O11, LXG, CSI, Alias, Firefly, Eternal Sunshine, Disney, PotC, Dogma, Power Play... I'd try DCU, SV, the Fandom That Must Not Be Named, or pretty much anything else you throw at me.
Fandom, media (fic/icon), prompt (optional).
Please?
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Date: 2005-08-03 05:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-04 12:25 am (UTC)Also, GUH to your icon. Greg is my imaginary TV boyfriend.
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Date: 2005-08-04 12:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-04 12:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-04 01:20 am (UTC)Hehehe
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Date: 2005-08-06 10:30 pm (UTC)I heard you used to be a pretty fun guy.
When Greg was a kid, he used to sit on the very top of the tallest playground slide, and watch the other kids play Red Rover and make believe and baseball.
Actually, when Greg was really young, he used to mastermind the neighbourhood games of hide and seek and tag. The distance wasn't something that fell onto him, awkwardness as he aged, or saying the wrong thing to the person, or admitting too early he actually did kind of like girls. A lot.
It happened like this: When he was seven years old, his parents gave him a pair of binoculars. Nothing fancy, nothing expensive, but he hung them around his neck the next time he was out back climbing in the trees, and he took them out at the top and discovered just how fascinating the world looked from a distance.
Greg is an armchair anthropologist.
He is aware, now, that he is changing -- the jokes get stuck in his chest and when he dreams about girls, they are still and cold and he cannot find a single clue.
He wants -- he wants to find himself caught up in a CD and dancing dorkily across the lab while Catherine shakes her head or Grissom makes pithy comments. Wants to find a girl and take her home without thinking of how reckless she's being, he's being, and cataloguing the crime scenes in his head that started this way.
Stagnation, regret, dinosaurs in tar fields -- life is change, he knows this, but Greg is watching from outside himself and all he wants is to stop.
Greg is changing, and he doesn't know how to stop.
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Date: 2005-08-06 10:59 pm (UTC)You wrote my Greggo! That last line is so perfect and light and deep, it's Greg in the last season! THANK YOU!