Drabble: Die Hard 4.0
I'm still in the process of writing my Die Hard crackfic, so I did some googling of pictures because I need visual references to keep the characters in my head, and I came upon:
My brain did an asplodey thing at the cuteness. I don't know whose face is the most LOL-worthy, Justin's WTF or Bruce's deadpan or Maggie's cluelessness. Then I cackled all the way while driving to work, and wrote a crack drabble which has nothing to do with the photo, but everything to do with how much it makes me go heh heh heh in general.
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Title: A Type
Fandom: Die Hard 4.0 / Live Free or Die Hard
Genre: Crack drabble crossover, 100 words exactly.
Rating: G.
It’s Matt’s idea and Matt’s money, so John doesn’t complain that much when he’s dragged across hundreds of miles of ocean for a baguette - which is really what the whole exercise boils down to.
Matt keeps reminding him every five minutes to not go ugly American on the funny-smelling folk, and John thinks that just might be possible until a car that’s missing two wheels flips through the bistro window and screeches across the floor to crash into the back wall.
Frank Martin limps out and asks to borrow Matt’s phone.
Matt’s eyes are glazed over, so John cuffs him.
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Visual reference for poor souls who don't know Frank Martin.
I still haven't watched Transporter 2 yet, though... Maybe I should have a Die Hard-Transporter marathon, alternating between one and the other?
My brain did an asplodey thing at the cuteness. I don't know whose face is the most LOL-worthy, Justin's WTF or Bruce's deadpan or Maggie's cluelessness. Then I cackled all the way while driving to work, and wrote a crack drabble which has nothing to do with the photo, but everything to do with how much it makes me go heh heh heh in general.
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Title: A Type
Fandom: Die Hard 4.0 / Live Free or Die Hard
Genre: Crack drabble crossover, 100 words exactly.
Rating: G.
It’s Matt’s idea and Matt’s money, so John doesn’t complain that much when he’s dragged across hundreds of miles of ocean for a baguette - which is really what the whole exercise boils down to.
Matt keeps reminding him every five minutes to not go ugly American on the funny-smelling folk, and John thinks that just might be possible until a car that’s missing two wheels flips through the bistro window and screeches across the floor to crash into the back wall.
Frank Martin limps out and asks to borrow Matt’s phone.
Matt’s eyes are glazed over, so John cuffs him.
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Visual reference for poor souls who don't know Frank Martin.
I still haven't watched Transporter 2 yet, though... Maybe I should have a Die Hard-Transporter marathon, alternating between one and the other?