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Why am I online instead of reading I Am America??? :P
The lovely soupytwist gave me word prompts, so.. tada!
Fun Game: can you tell which drabble ending I totally gave up on and went with crack? Everybody play!
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birthday; Ugly Betty
When it was Betty’s birthday she came in with an armload of food her father had made. Daniel and Christina gave her gifts and Amanda stole a sugary Mexican bread roll.
When it was Daniel’s birthday he ignored the world and the paparazzi and stayed home, knowing Betty would understand. And Amanda showed up after work in nothing but her coat.
When it was Marc’s birthday he sauntered in, fabulous as always and thrilled to see Wilhelmina’s secret gift for him. And on Amanda's birthday, she snapped at everyone who wished her a happy one, as it was just a reminder of growing old and she was still just a receptionist.
When it was Wilhelmina’s birthday, the day was like any other day because no one knew when Wilhelmina’s real birthday was. Wilhelmina, after all, refused to age.
*
cooking; Harry Potter
Ron sighed and dropped a bit of shaved dandelion root into the cauldron. He glanced around the dungeon, automatically glaring at Malfoy and just-as-automatically avoided looking at Hermione. She had been acting strangely and would probably throw a fit and assume Ron was trying to cheat.
Harry tossed something green and scaly into the cauldron, then flicked his wand towards it to light the fire. Snape walked by, looked down his incredibly large nose at the bubbling sludge in their cauldron, and moved on.
Then the contents exploded.
*
lamp; Veronica Mars
Life as a lamp wasn’t really that bad. It was kind of thankless, but you were always fed new bulbs the minute the last one died. And the girl in the house, Veronica, was pretty good at not liking dust. You were needed a lot, as the people rarely watched TV in the dark, and you repaid them by casting the room in a warm glow.
Yes, life as a lamp wasn’t bad at all.
Until one day, when Veronica’s crazy boyfriend decided to smash you against the wall.
*
television; Strangers With Candy
Chuck was only half paying attention to the glow of the television screen; the current program’s host was loud and opinionated and Chuck was tired at this hour of the night anyway. He sat on his couch, eyes towards the screen but unfocused. The lights were off and the sound was low, partly because of the annoying host, partly to keep from waking up Claire.
Then something brought Chuck out of his daze. In retrospect, he had not been affected in any way other than repulsion, and no one would ever prove otherwise.
I like being up at night, and I'm always open to new things. That's why I call Hard Line. There's lots of fun men to meet, and there's always someone new.
Chuck stared at the television. In disgust, of course.
He's my age, has a good career, and we have everything in common.
Rolling his eyes, Chuck thought the commercial was the stupidest thing he had ever seen.
He resolutely kept his gaze away from the phone beside him.
*
music; Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Oz was going through a slump. He was still able to play the Dingoes’ songs (which wasn’t difficult to do in his sleep, they were so easy), but he couldn’t seem to get the creative juices flowing for new stuff. Devon was trying to throw a guilt trip on him, which Oz ignored expertly.
He plucked at the strings forlornly. He could barely even write songs that sounded suspiciously like all of his favourites.
Then that girl walked by. The one with the red hair and sweet smile and fuzzy sweater.
And suddenly, Oz had no idea what he thought was so hard about writing music. The notes came easy.
*
glasses; due South
Ray spent some time wondering why Kowalski wore those glasses. Sure, he needed them; otherwise he’d be shooting perps in the ankle or possibly miss entirely and hit a rock. Maybe the side of a barn.
But Kowalski struck him as a little on the vain side, Ray thought as he brushed a bit of lint from his Armani suit jacket. With the hair and the attitude and the...walk. Point was, the thick frames didn’t seem to match with Ray’s impression of Kowalski.
On what seemed like the four hundredth glance to his partner, it occurred to Ray that he was maybe dwelling on the subject more than was normal.
*
mug; The Office
Michael had bought the “World’s Best Boss” mug at Spencer’s Gifts one day shortly after he had been promoted. It made him feel...inspired, even though none of his employees had been the one to buy it for him, but it just meant that Michael was creative. A forward thinker.
The sales clerk had smiled at him and said wow, you must have a really great boss, wasn’t he lucky. And Michael, ever the salesman, replied that yeah, he was totally the best and everyone should want to work for him, and the grin only dropped from his face when he turned away.
Michael was glad that the cameras hadn’t been around yet.
*
clouds; The Colbert Report
Clouds were On Notice.
Stephen didn’t trust them. They acted so cute and innocent, like cotton candy that didn’t give you horrible cavities when you were seven years old and had to get those silver fillings that were obvious to everyone at school and the kids made fun of you and-
Anyway. They were fluffy and white, unassuming.
But just as smoking dope was a gateway drug to shooting up, like, ground up glass or whatever The Hard Stuff was; clouds were just the gateway to something much more sinister: Weather.
Everyone knew weather was a nasty piece of work and Stephen knew it was some sort of test of God’s, but that didn’t mean he had to like it! Besides, clouds were clearly on the Devil’s side.
Why else would the clouds try to trick people into seeing things other than the stupid clouds? Things like puppies and buses and what really looked a lot like Clive Owen licking a popsicle.
Whatever that meant.
*
please read me.
The lovely soupytwist gave me word prompts, so.. tada!
Fun Game: can you tell which drabble ending I totally gave up on and went with crack? Everybody play!
*
birthday; Ugly Betty
When it was Betty’s birthday she came in with an armload of food her father had made. Daniel and Christina gave her gifts and Amanda stole a sugary Mexican bread roll.
When it was Daniel’s birthday he ignored the world and the paparazzi and stayed home, knowing Betty would understand. And Amanda showed up after work in nothing but her coat.
When it was Marc’s birthday he sauntered in, fabulous as always and thrilled to see Wilhelmina’s secret gift for him. And on Amanda's birthday, she snapped at everyone who wished her a happy one, as it was just a reminder of growing old and she was still just a receptionist.
When it was Wilhelmina’s birthday, the day was like any other day because no one knew when Wilhelmina’s real birthday was. Wilhelmina, after all, refused to age.
*
cooking; Harry Potter
Ron sighed and dropped a bit of shaved dandelion root into the cauldron. He glanced around the dungeon, automatically glaring at Malfoy and just-as-automatically avoided looking at Hermione. She had been acting strangely and would probably throw a fit and assume Ron was trying to cheat.
Harry tossed something green and scaly into the cauldron, then flicked his wand towards it to light the fire. Snape walked by, looked down his incredibly large nose at the bubbling sludge in their cauldron, and moved on.
Then the contents exploded.
*
lamp; Veronica Mars
Life as a lamp wasn’t really that bad. It was kind of thankless, but you were always fed new bulbs the minute the last one died. And the girl in the house, Veronica, was pretty good at not liking dust. You were needed a lot, as the people rarely watched TV in the dark, and you repaid them by casting the room in a warm glow.
Yes, life as a lamp wasn’t bad at all.
Until one day, when Veronica’s crazy boyfriend decided to smash you against the wall.
*
television; Strangers With Candy
Chuck was only half paying attention to the glow of the television screen; the current program’s host was loud and opinionated and Chuck was tired at this hour of the night anyway. He sat on his couch, eyes towards the screen but unfocused. The lights were off and the sound was low, partly because of the annoying host, partly to keep from waking up Claire.
Then something brought Chuck out of his daze. In retrospect, he had not been affected in any way other than repulsion, and no one would ever prove otherwise.
I like being up at night, and I'm always open to new things. That's why I call Hard Line. There's lots of fun men to meet, and there's always someone new.
Chuck stared at the television. In disgust, of course.
He's my age, has a good career, and we have everything in common.
Rolling his eyes, Chuck thought the commercial was the stupidest thing he had ever seen.
He resolutely kept his gaze away from the phone beside him.
*
music; Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Oz was going through a slump. He was still able to play the Dingoes’ songs (which wasn’t difficult to do in his sleep, they were so easy), but he couldn’t seem to get the creative juices flowing for new stuff. Devon was trying to throw a guilt trip on him, which Oz ignored expertly.
He plucked at the strings forlornly. He could barely even write songs that sounded suspiciously like all of his favourites.
Then that girl walked by. The one with the red hair and sweet smile and fuzzy sweater.
And suddenly, Oz had no idea what he thought was so hard about writing music. The notes came easy.
*
glasses; due South
Ray spent some time wondering why Kowalski wore those glasses. Sure, he needed them; otherwise he’d be shooting perps in the ankle or possibly miss entirely and hit a rock. Maybe the side of a barn.
But Kowalski struck him as a little on the vain side, Ray thought as he brushed a bit of lint from his Armani suit jacket. With the hair and the attitude and the...walk. Point was, the thick frames didn’t seem to match with Ray’s impression of Kowalski.
On what seemed like the four hundredth glance to his partner, it occurred to Ray that he was maybe dwelling on the subject more than was normal.
*
mug; The Office
Michael had bought the “World’s Best Boss” mug at Spencer’s Gifts one day shortly after he had been promoted. It made him feel...inspired, even though none of his employees had been the one to buy it for him, but it just meant that Michael was creative. A forward thinker.
The sales clerk had smiled at him and said wow, you must have a really great boss, wasn’t he lucky. And Michael, ever the salesman, replied that yeah, he was totally the best and everyone should want to work for him, and the grin only dropped from his face when he turned away.
Michael was glad that the cameras hadn’t been around yet.
*
clouds; The Colbert Report
Clouds were On Notice.
Stephen didn’t trust them. They acted so cute and innocent, like cotton candy that didn’t give you horrible cavities when you were seven years old and had to get those silver fillings that were obvious to everyone at school and the kids made fun of you and-
Anyway. They were fluffy and white, unassuming.
But just as smoking dope was a gateway drug to shooting up, like, ground up glass or whatever The Hard Stuff was; clouds were just the gateway to something much more sinister: Weather.
Everyone knew weather was a nasty piece of work and Stephen knew it was some sort of test of God’s, but that didn’t mean he had to like it! Besides, clouds were clearly on the Devil’s side.
Why else would the clouds try to trick people into seeing things other than the stupid clouds? Things like puppies and buses and what really looked a lot like Clive Owen licking a popsicle.
Whatever that meant.
*
please read me.