because i want so badly to be one of the cool kids
Stolen from therumjournals, zjofierose, the_deep_magic, and others on my flist:
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Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.
Choose one (1), and I will post a random line or two.
And like therumjournals (can I just BE her when I grow up?), I'll give a little blurb, relative word count, and the odds of me finishing it. A couple of them are dead, ( Read more... )
LOL, so this is crackfic. It's a Pinto friends fic where they get deaged and John Cho is designated (by Karl) to be their babysitter.
“Whose children did you kidnap?” Kerri's tone gets more desperate. “No, really, John,” she gestures with the spatula. “If FBI agents or, or, or Child Protective Services, I don’t even know who has jurisdiction, if any official looking person storms through that door--”
John waves his hands around. “It’s not like that! I told you, they’re Chris and Zach.”
“How is that possible?” Her voice is watery. “It makes no sense.”
“I don’t know. Like I said, there was a transporter accident and it just... happened. They were... standing there.”
Kerri shakes her head. “Why am I holding this?” she mutters to herself and tosses the spatula in the sink. She sighs heavily.
“Okay, I know you don’t believe me,” he says, holding his hands up. He grabs Kerri by the hand and steers her in front of Chris while he gently places a hand on the boy’s slender shoulders. “Look at this kid, really look at those eyes, and tell me this is not Chris Pine.”
Those eyes glance up quickly at John before meeting Kerri’s concerned, motherly ones as she kneels in front of him. “Hi,” she says. The boy blushes and gives her a shy and toothless smile.
Then he stoops down in front of Zach. “And this fine and dignified gentleman here, tell me this isn’t Zachary Quinto.” Zach furrows his brows and throws John a withering look, complete with a deprecating quirk of his small lips.
“There! Did you see that?!” John says.
“Zach makes that face all the time!” Kerri’s eyes grow wide with alarm and recognition.
ETA: Forgot to mention that there's about 1700 words of this written and there's a 50/50 chance it'll get finished. Poor John Cho.
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Kerri shakes her head. “Why am I holding this?” she mutters to herself and tosses the spatula in the sink.
This made me laugh really hard. HAND, WHY ARE YOU EVEN HOLDING THAT SPATULA. WE ARE NOT BAKING.
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