googlism drabble meme
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Meme-age. I went to googlism.com and searched for the names of a couple Queer as Folk characters, then chose some of the most intriguing results. Your mission is to get inspired by one or two of these and write a drabble based on it, then post it here.
What fun!
( drabbledrabbledrabble me )
Meme-age. I went to googlism.com and searched for the names of a couple Queer as Folk characters, then chose some of the most intriguing results. Your mission is to get inspired by one or two of these and write a drabble based on it, then post it here.
What fun!
( drabbledrabbledrabble me )
“Yes, you are,” said Brian in exaggerated patience from the couch, “Now put away your ego and come over here and tell me which one of these has the best logo.” Brian was surrounded by ad layouts, ranging all over the rest of the couch and the coffee table, in an effort to finish this self-imposed weekend-homework before he would allow himself to go to Babylon tonight. This, of course, immediately made Justin think of Cinderella finishing her chores so she could go to the ball. He grinned into the floor at the image and then wondered if he should have shared that joint with Brian after all. His tolerance was definitely going up, but Brian was good at finding the really strong stuff.
“I’m never moving again,” replied Justin. “At least until maintenance has fixed the air conditioning.” He spread his limbs out a little more to find cooler spots on the hard wood. Hard wood--ha ha. He glanced over to find Brian looking at him with a bemused expression. "What?"
“The only person with less tolerance for weed than you is Michael.” Brian stared at him a moment longer, and then got up. He stalked around the couch in his usual boneless way and then disappeared behind Justin. A moment later, Justin felt a hand close around his ankle. A split second after that, a warm weight settled over him. “And if you don’t move,” continued Brian near his ear, in a dangerously low tone, “We can’t go to Babylon, and I can’t fuck you in front of a back room full of jealous queers.” Brian pushed his nose into the back of Justin’s neck and pressed his hips down a little more firmly. Justin could feel the evil smile as it formed on Brian’s lips. Trapped between hard wood and hard wood. Damn Brian and his annoying habit of exploiting Justin’s exhibitionist streak.
“It’s only five,” said Justin, arching a little as Brian bit his neck, the air conditioning forgotten. “Whatever shall we do until then?”
Justin is an ardent ornithologist and has only recently discovered a new species of bird at the abbey. He studies it through a pair of binoculars, squinting when the bird angles itself toward the sun. He decides he’ll name it Gus.
He then takes out his camera and prepares to get a close-up shot before the perfect light goes away. Just as his finger is pressing down on the button, Senior Pastor Brian walks by the bush where the bird was perched. Was because said undiscovered species of bird has now flown off.
“Fucking GOD damn it!” explodes Justin. Senior Pastor Brian raises an eyebrow.
“Three hours of penance for that, Taylor. On your knees.” And then Brian opens his mouth and starts making that creepy screeching noise that the pod people in Invasion of the Body Snatchers made, and Justin breaths a sigh of relief. Somehow, aliens seem less horrifying than priesthood.
A second later, he twitches awake and jumps a mile when Brian throws an arm over him to slap the alarm clock into silence.
Then Justin starts to laugh and spends the rest of the morning refusing to explain what he’s laughing about.
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Man, I wish I could think of a plausible circumstance where Brian would have become a priest. Though it might get too creepy, even for me.
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