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Sleep, sleep, go away,
Come again another day.
SOME COFFEE WOULD BE NICE.
Or alcohol! But that would make me sleepier, so no. No alcohol now.
Mmm coffee.
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Meanwhile, last night, instead of doing what I was supposed to do, I plotted a Foreman/Cuddy fic in my head where Foreman wants to know if Cuddy has ever been a man (there was a foreman_fest prompt like that). I didn't actually get around to the Foreman/Cuddy part, but it was fun. Yes, I know I have a fic to finish and the cuddy_fest deadline is technically over. Shut up.
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Speaking of cuddy_fest: jaybee65 wrote Pirateverse fic! PIRATE QUEEN CUDDY. GOVERNOR'S DAUGHTER CAMERON.
If there's one thing Governor Cameron has taught his daughter Allison to do, it's to hold her head high. No matter what the circumstances.
She holds it high now, defiant and dignified, as she balances on the edge of the pitching ship's deck. She does her best to ignore the wretched man waving the cutlass around in her face, although she does manage to notice that he clutches a cane to steady himself on his wooden leg. If she kicks it out from under him, he'll topple right off the side of the deck and plunge into the sea. It's tempting, except that alas, she's far too kind to do such a thing. Even a ruffian pirate with a scraggly growth of beard and a suspicious scent of rum on his breath deserves compassion, after all. He probably grew up in poverty, she imagines, his mother an alcoholic barmaid and his father a brutish laborer. He turned to a life of crime after his leg was mangled by a carriage as he begged as a child on the streets, or no, maybe in the war, fighting valiantly but ultimately succumbing to gangrene because of the buckshot he took to save the life of his commanding officer. Yes, she likes that version better. A poor, forgotten veteran, fallen on hard times. So tragic, really!
The Pirate Queen and the Governor's Daughter WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? Go read!
Come again another day.
SOME COFFEE WOULD BE NICE.
Or alcohol! But that would make me sleepier, so no. No alcohol now.
Mmm coffee.
*
Meanwhile, last night, instead of doing what I was supposed to do, I plotted a Foreman/Cuddy fic in my head where Foreman wants to know if Cuddy has ever been a man (there was a foreman_fest prompt like that). I didn't actually get around to the Foreman/Cuddy part, but it was fun. Yes, I know I have a fic to finish and the cuddy_fest deadline is technically over. Shut up.
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Speaking of cuddy_fest: jaybee65 wrote Pirateverse fic! PIRATE QUEEN CUDDY. GOVERNOR'S DAUGHTER CAMERON.
If there's one thing Governor Cameron has taught his daughter Allison to do, it's to hold her head high. No matter what the circumstances.
She holds it high now, defiant and dignified, as she balances on the edge of the pitching ship's deck. She does her best to ignore the wretched man waving the cutlass around in her face, although she does manage to notice that he clutches a cane to steady himself on his wooden leg. If she kicks it out from under him, he'll topple right off the side of the deck and plunge into the sea. It's tempting, except that alas, she's far too kind to do such a thing. Even a ruffian pirate with a scraggly growth of beard and a suspicious scent of rum on his breath deserves compassion, after all. He probably grew up in poverty, she imagines, his mother an alcoholic barmaid and his father a brutish laborer. He turned to a life of crime after his leg was mangled by a carriage as he begged as a child on the streets, or no, maybe in the war, fighting valiantly but ultimately succumbing to gangrene because of the buckshot he took to save the life of his commanding officer. Yes, she likes that version better. A poor, forgotten veteran, fallen on hard times. So tragic, really!
The Pirate Queen and the Governor's Daughter WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? Go read!