Happiness isn't good enough for me, I demand euphoria!
I've been battling a pretty severe case of Writus Blockus Lazyassitis (it's a newly discovered virus originating from the deepest parts of the Amazon-dot-com). It causes the sufferer to be insufferably lazy in updating fics and losing the ability to string two words together to make a coherent sentence.
So when I was hit with this pretty awesome, dazzlingly brilliant cure called Tetraplotbunnycycline while taking a shower the other day. The virus was cured and I developed this incredible itch to get down to writing. So I sat down in my bean-bag, flipped open my laptop, alternated between switching the fan on and off because I'm undecided like that and wrote.
This sparklingly stupendous Plottusbunnious came from a family doctor, Dr. Gokusen 3 and I was completely lost in writing that story. I got to 4700 words when everything just left me.
A rundown on the story:
It's set during the final episode of Gokusen 3, when Ren got injured by Goda. It takes place during the commercial break after the final close up of Ren unconscious and takes liberty with subsequent events--the hospital, his awakening--and adding scenes--where his friends go to visit him, his rehabilitation, etc...--I got all the way to the Parent-Teacher conference when I couldn't continue.
Maybe it's not that I can't continue, I just feel stuck between two prospective stories.
And because I'm in the mood for teasing and maybe I just wanted to act like an entitled fanbrat for a moment, I'm going to give you (all that one person reading this journal) two snippets from the stories and ask you which story would you want to read the most?
Firstly; the presently untitled Ren story described above and in the running to be the fic I'm most excited/most enjoyed writing while I did.
The doctor said a lot without actually saying anything in a way that only doctors knew how. At least, that was the case as far as the six people standing before him were concerned. Three had been lost at, “Kazama-kun’s injury…”; two were still trying to figure out exactly which organ was a ‘spleen’ and Yankumi was trying her best to keep an interested expression on her face while discretely taking notes for every word coming out of Natsume-sensei’s mouth.
The one thing they all understood loud and clear was the fact that Ren had almost died.
They fought on a regular basis; throwing as many punches as they received. There was not one person in the class that hasn’t had a bone broken or a concussion at one point of their life but at the end of the day, everyone still walked away. Some limped, some leaned heavily on their friends, some massaging feeling back into their numb limbs, but come morning, there they were in class, loud and proud and ready for another day of annoying the teachers and striking terror into the hearts of their underclassmen.
This time it was different. Ren didn’t walk away. He just lay there pale and unmoving as they pulled the last of the metal pipes off of him. At first they’d just thought he’d been knocked out cold, it was a common occurrence after all. But he didn’t even stir. Not when the ambulance arrived, not when they wheeled him into the back on a stretcher, not when the paramedic pulled back his eyelid and shone a light into his eye as Yamato watched on in apprehension, not even when they arrived at the hospital and Ren disappeared behind the doors leading to the emergency room followed closely by a group of doctors and nurses.
It gets less-dramatic and a bit funnier later on.
Second; Why I love Mr. Grumpypants by Odagiri Ryu.
It's been a long day. Too long and straining in my opinion. Yamaguchi's been her usual weird self, proving once again why the fates decided that she would be better off pursuing a different path instead of the one laid out for her. Not saying that she'd do a bad job at being the fourth generation leader or anything, it's just...she's weird and she frequently talks to herself, the wall or common household appliances. I'm not really sure why that is. Makes me think of one of those breaking down the fourth wall things like in the movies. But basically, she's weird.
Class was unusually peaceful today. There were no shouting, punching, wailing, growling, snarling or threats of bodily harm. In fact the word blood wasn't even mentioned the whole day. But that might be due to the fact that they were all fawning over Hayato and his fan girls, but mostly over his fan girls. Stupid Hayato. Apparently he's become this poster boy for heroics and whatnot sometime between today and day before yesterday and had been cherishing every single moment of it. I'm the first one who'll admit that Hayato isn't the type of person to take pleasure in being on the receiving side of praise and credit especially when it's been given by the elderly--why just yesterday this old woman walked up to him, right in front of Sawatari and told him just was a good young man he is. She then proceeded to pat him on the elbow. If the look on Sawatari's face wasn't amusing enough, you should have seen the way Hayato's face lit up and I don't mean in pride. I swear I heard a couple of cars hit the emergency brake.
You think Sawatari had his share of surprise for the day? Not really. Enter shocking moment number two: a couple of kindergarteners coming up and saying that when they grow up, they want to be just like the brave Nii-chan. I think Sawatari had a small heart-attack then. He couldn't even find the proper words to reprimand us for something we didn't do and just left. But the two scenarios above aside, even Hayato (or should I say; especially Hayato) couldn't possibly turn down praises from the Momo Girls Academy students, especially the way they've been throwing themselves at his feet. Stupid Hayato.
Yes, I'm being mean and teasing. At least I'm doing something with it. I think I wrote the second one about two years ago and it's still stuck on the same place...oh, wait, I think I got two sentences in since then.
But then again, I don't deny being a lazy procrastinator. So my pathetic-encouragement-wanting-ass is resorting to these cheap whoring because it's 2 a.m., I'm sleep deprived and I was just in the mood to post something that didn't involve the use of Photoshop, because that IWGP GAY FANGIRLING POST planned would just not be right without homoproof.
So when I was hit with this pretty awesome, dazzlingly brilliant cure called Tetraplotbunnycycline while taking a shower the other day. The virus was cured and I developed this incredible itch to get down to writing. So I sat down in my bean-bag, flipped open my laptop, alternated between switching the fan on and off because I'm undecided like that and wrote.
This sparklingly stupendous Plottusbunnious came from a family doctor, Dr. Gokusen 3 and I was completely lost in writing that story. I got to 4700 words when everything just left me.
A rundown on the story:
It's set during the final episode of Gokusen 3, when Ren got injured by Goda. It takes place during the commercial break after the final close up of Ren unconscious and takes liberty with subsequent events--the hospital, his awakening--and adding scenes--where his friends go to visit him, his rehabilitation, etc...--I got all the way to the Parent-Teacher conference when I couldn't continue.
Maybe it's not that I can't continue, I just feel stuck between two prospective stories.
And because I'm in the mood for teasing and maybe I just wanted to act like an entitled fanbrat for a moment, I'm going to give you (all that one person reading this journal) two snippets from the stories and ask you which story would you want to read the most?
Firstly; the presently untitled Ren story described above and in the running to be the fic I'm most excited/most enjoyed writing while I did.
The doctor said a lot without actually saying anything in a way that only doctors knew how. At least, that was the case as far as the six people standing before him were concerned. Three had been lost at, “Kazama-kun’s injury…”; two were still trying to figure out exactly which organ was a ‘spleen’ and Yankumi was trying her best to keep an interested expression on her face while discretely taking notes for every word coming out of Natsume-sensei’s mouth.
The one thing they all understood loud and clear was the fact that Ren had almost died.
They fought on a regular basis; throwing as many punches as they received. There was not one person in the class that hasn’t had a bone broken or a concussion at one point of their life but at the end of the day, everyone still walked away. Some limped, some leaned heavily on their friends, some massaging feeling back into their numb limbs, but come morning, there they were in class, loud and proud and ready for another day of annoying the teachers and striking terror into the hearts of their underclassmen.
This time it was different. Ren didn’t walk away. He just lay there pale and unmoving as they pulled the last of the metal pipes off of him. At first they’d just thought he’d been knocked out cold, it was a common occurrence after all. But he didn’t even stir. Not when the ambulance arrived, not when they wheeled him into the back on a stretcher, not when the paramedic pulled back his eyelid and shone a light into his eye as Yamato watched on in apprehension, not even when they arrived at the hospital and Ren disappeared behind the doors leading to the emergency room followed closely by a group of doctors and nurses.
It gets less-dramatic and a bit funnier later on.
Second; Why I love Mr. Grumpypants by Odagiri Ryu.
It's been a long day. Too long and straining in my opinion. Yamaguchi's been her usual weird self, proving once again why the fates decided that she would be better off pursuing a different path instead of the one laid out for her. Not saying that she'd do a bad job at being the fourth generation leader or anything, it's just...she's weird and she frequently talks to herself, the wall or common household appliances. I'm not really sure why that is. Makes me think of one of those breaking down the fourth wall things like in the movies. But basically, she's weird.
Class was unusually peaceful today. There were no shouting, punching, wailing, growling, snarling or threats of bodily harm. In fact the word blood wasn't even mentioned the whole day. But that might be due to the fact that they were all fawning over Hayato and his fan girls, but mostly over his fan girls. Stupid Hayato. Apparently he's become this poster boy for heroics and whatnot sometime between today and day before yesterday and had been cherishing every single moment of it. I'm the first one who'll admit that Hayato isn't the type of person to take pleasure in being on the receiving side of praise and credit especially when it's been given by the elderly--why just yesterday this old woman walked up to him, right in front of Sawatari and told him just was a good young man he is. She then proceeded to pat him on the elbow. If the look on Sawatari's face wasn't amusing enough, you should have seen the way Hayato's face lit up and I don't mean in pride. I swear I heard a couple of cars hit the emergency brake.
You think Sawatari had his share of surprise for the day? Not really. Enter shocking moment number two: a couple of kindergarteners coming up and saying that when they grow up, they want to be just like the brave Nii-chan. I think Sawatari had a small heart-attack then. He couldn't even find the proper words to reprimand us for something we didn't do and just left. But the two scenarios above aside, even Hayato (or should I say; especially Hayato) couldn't possibly turn down praises from the Momo Girls Academy students, especially the way they've been throwing themselves at his feet. Stupid Hayato.
Yes, I'm being mean and teasing. At least I'm doing something with it. I think I wrote the second one about two years ago and it's still stuck on the same place...oh, wait, I think I got two sentences in since then.
But then again, I don't deny being a lazy procrastinator. So my pathetic-encouragement-wanting-ass is resorting to these cheap whoring because it's 2 a.m., I'm sleep deprived and I was just in the mood to post something that didn't involve the use of Photoshop, because that IWGP GAY FANGIRLING POST planned would just not be right without homoproof.