The Vending Machine meme! (Economy!Blaise..and what OTP?!)
1. Thank you to everyone who filled out the poll! It was mildly surprising and very interesting.
2. Today by onecrimsontie. I've recced this before, but I'm doing it again because I just re-read it. This fic is an unbelievable piece of work. It's the trio, gen-fic, and you should read it because it is really, really good. It's also short as one-shots go, so definitely read and enjoy!
Here's the thing. I've been trying to write, really have, and I've scrapped everything I've started with. Something is not clicking, or something. I get to about 400 words and then I save it, and start something new. This could all be a lack of perseverance on my part, not enough effort, or it could be that I'm not inspired, or something. I tried writing every ship that even vaguely interested me.
I've seen this done many times in the past, called the drabble meme, but I'm not because what if I can't even work up 100 words or so? What if I can't even write a SENTENCE? That would be disappointing for both parties, I think.
It's like hitting the vending machines to see if something will drop down. Maybe it won't because it's just stuck there and that fucking sucks, but there's always the good day when you get a free Snickers/Twix/Lion bar/whatever candy/chips bag you like. I know I'm a dork.
So here's your mission (PLEASE PLEASE ACCEPT IT!):
The Vending Machine meme:
Please post 1) a pairing OR character of your choice, and 2) a line of dialogue.
I will then try my very best to write, erm, 50-100 words or so. But I make no promises! Maybe I'll suck and flop out and my brain can't handle anything. So don't expect a drabble. But maybe you'll get one. Maybe a drabble will become a fic (that would be the best scenerio). Maybe a fic will be good. Who knows?
Anything is game from these fandoms: Alias, Harry Potter, Prison Break, Veronica Mars. Okay, so just four fandoms. Darn, I thought there were more.
PLEASE FEED ME :D Or you, however you look at it.
Just the Blaise parts for my lovely Min, who went off about how I was neglecting him for two hours in AIM today.
1.
“No. No. Absolutely not.”
“Blaise-”
“Absolutely not. I refuse. I’m going to Draco and I’m going to tell him his stupid plan failed. You should be working out whatever problem you have with him, together." Blaise stressed this. "I am not an intermediary. I am not a hotline for help!”
“Blaise, it’s only fair that you help me.”
“Fair?”
“You helped Draco,” she pointed out.
That was a fine example right there how irrational Weasleys were, Blaise thought. Exhibit A, Ginny Weasley.
2.
“What are you doing here!” Blaise slammed the door shut and locked it, his composure vanishing instantly, the memory of his recent encounter with Draco coming back. Draco’s eyes had looked capable of murder by death vision. “Draco’s just down the hall!”
“I know, I already saw him,” she said, far too calmly.
“Ginny, you can’t be serious.”
“Just don’t drop your balls, and this will all be fine,” snapped Ginny, turning away to glower out the window, her expression unhappy.
Blaise couldn’t ever remember dropping balls of any sort before in his life, but he got her point.
3.
LEILA: Blaise jerked in reflex. It was like a violent twitch. Violent because he knocked Draco from his chair onto the floor.
JENN: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
JENN: AHAHAHAHAHHAA
JENN: i<3blaise
JENN: I<3BLAISE
JENN: Blaise spun around wildly, then clutched his head as he realized that that hadn't been the best of ideas in his somewhat state. He did one last backwards glance at shrubbery before slowly walking away. There was no one hiding in Malfoy's shrub bushes, he told himself wearily.
LEILA: WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO
JENN: Then Min and Jenn popped out and tackled Blaise to the ground.
JENN: "Ooompf!"
JENN: "Min! JENN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? GET OFF HIM, YOU'RE RUINING MY FIC!"
LEILA: OH. MY. GOD.
JENN: Orlando stumbled out of the bushes a moment later. "Oy. What am I doing--"
JENN: "OB!"
JENN: "Ha! I knew that would distract her!"
JENN: "Smart thinking, Min."
JENN: Blaise didn't give a damn about masculinity anymore. "MALFOY!!!!"
JENN: From across the garden Draco's expression went from charming to peevish. "Not now, Zabini! I'm asking Granger out! She IS my OTP!"
Okay, that wasn't Economy, that was onecrimsontie and me in AIM :)
2. Today by onecrimsontie. I've recced this before, but I'm doing it again because I just re-read it. This fic is an unbelievable piece of work. It's the trio, gen-fic, and you should read it because it is really, really good. It's also short as one-shots go, so definitely read and enjoy!
Here's the thing. I've been trying to write, really have, and I've scrapped everything I've started with. Something is not clicking, or something. I get to about 400 words and then I save it, and start something new. This could all be a lack of perseverance on my part, not enough effort, or it could be that I'm not inspired, or something. I tried writing every ship that even vaguely interested me.
I've seen this done many times in the past, called the drabble meme, but I'm not because what if I can't even work up 100 words or so? What if I can't even write a SENTENCE? That would be disappointing for both parties, I think.
It's like hitting the vending machines to see if something will drop down. Maybe it won't because it's just stuck there and that fucking sucks, but there's always the good day when you get a free Snickers/Twix/Lion bar/whatever candy/chips bag you like. I know I'm a dork.
So here's your mission (PLEASE PLEASE ACCEPT IT!):
The Vending Machine meme:
Please post 1) a pairing OR character of your choice, and 2) a line of dialogue.
I will then try my very best to write, erm, 50-100 words or so. But I make no promises! Maybe I'll suck and flop out and my brain can't handle anything. So don't expect a drabble. But maybe you'll get one. Maybe a drabble will become a fic (that would be the best scenerio). Maybe a fic will be good. Who knows?
Anything is game from these fandoms: Alias, Harry Potter, Prison Break, Veronica Mars. Okay, so just four fandoms. Darn, I thought there were more.
PLEASE FEED ME :D Or you, however you look at it.
Just the Blaise parts for my lovely Min, who went off about how I was neglecting him for two hours in AIM today.
1.
“No. No. Absolutely not.”
“Blaise-”
“Absolutely not. I refuse. I’m going to Draco and I’m going to tell him his stupid plan failed. You should be working out whatever problem you have with him, together." Blaise stressed this. "I am not an intermediary. I am not a hotline for help!”
“Blaise, it’s only fair that you help me.”
“Fair?”
“You helped Draco,” she pointed out.
That was a fine example right there how irrational Weasleys were, Blaise thought. Exhibit A, Ginny Weasley.
2.
“What are you doing here!” Blaise slammed the door shut and locked it, his composure vanishing instantly, the memory of his recent encounter with Draco coming back. Draco’s eyes had looked capable of murder by death vision. “Draco’s just down the hall!”
“I know, I already saw him,” she said, far too calmly.
“Ginny, you can’t be serious.”
“Just don’t drop your balls, and this will all be fine,” snapped Ginny, turning away to glower out the window, her expression unhappy.
Blaise couldn’t ever remember dropping balls of any sort before in his life, but he got her point.
3.
LEILA: Blaise jerked in reflex. It was like a violent twitch. Violent because he knocked Draco from his chair onto the floor.
JENN: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
JENN: AHAHAHAHAHHAA
JENN: i<3blaise
JENN: I<3BLAISE
JENN: Blaise spun around wildly, then clutched his head as he realized that that hadn't been the best of ideas in his somewhat state. He did one last backwards glance at shrubbery before slowly walking away. There was no one hiding in Malfoy's shrub bushes, he told himself wearily.
LEILA: WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO
JENN: Then Min and Jenn popped out and tackled Blaise to the ground.
JENN: "Ooompf!"
JENN: "Min! JENN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? GET OFF HIM, YOU'RE RUINING MY FIC!"
LEILA: OH. MY. GOD.
JENN: Orlando stumbled out of the bushes a moment later. "Oy. What am I doing--"
JENN: "OB!"
JENN: "Ha! I knew that would distract her!"
JENN: "Smart thinking, Min."
JENN: Blaise didn't give a damn about masculinity anymore. "MALFOY!!!!"
JENN: From across the garden Draco's expression went from charming to peevish. "Not now, Zabini! I'm asking Granger out! She IS my OTP!"
Okay, that wasn't Economy, that was onecrimsontie and me in AIM :)