Just play along with me, okay?
Okay, here's the deal. I need to finish a fic. I haven't finished one in weeks. I've got so many unfinished files on my computer at this point and I keep drifting between them without any sense of direction.
I'm going to go do some housecleaning, and when I come back I'm going to try to sit down and try to finish something. I don't really know which one will be best right now. I'm going to provide some quotes, and if any of you are particularly interested in one or another, let me know, and that might help me focus.
1. Molly shrugs as she blots at the spilled tea with her napkin. “Maybe Petrelli’s learned how to block me,” she says. Ha. If she still loved her father, she’d crack a smile to let him know that she was kidding, and they’d laugh together. Like Peter could out-clairvoyant her. But seeing as how her straight face is the only thing keeping Peter and the rest alive, she damn well keeps it.
2. “Your accusation last night was completely unfounded,” he said. “And I don’t see how my sexual preferences should have any affect on my ability to be a good father to Molly, anyway.”
“It’s not about Molly,” I said. “It’s about me.”
“Your views about...that...are moot,” Mohinder said. “I’m not going to let you take Molly away from me, no matter what you think of me, and besides, I’m not-” he choked off without saying the word.
I wanted to growl. His devotion to Molly was admirable. And his stupidity was both endearing and annoying. “You can say the word,” I said. “It’s not going to hurt you. Gay. Gaaaaay. Here, I’ll show you: Hey Mohinder! I, Matthew John Parkman, am gay.” I realized then that it had been quite a few years since I had said that out loud. Huh. It felt really good, actually.
3. Molly sighed. She didn’t have any patience for these games. “What the hell are you doing in my apartment, Bennet?”
“I’ve told you before,” Bennet said. “You can call me Claire.”
“I know,” Molly replied, and clicked her teeth. “Bennet. But you didn’t answer my question.” She really shouldn’t be so hostile to Bennet, she knew, but dammit, it bugged the hell out of Molly that the woman was thirty-seven and looked younger than Molly did. Also, Bennet had just broken into Molly’s apartment. And she was kind of a bitch.
4. “Can you do anything special, Maury?” the man asked.
Maury looked around the room. “Do you mean like healing people or clairvoyant dreams or astral projection or anything like that?” he asked with a smirk. “No, I can’t do any of those things.”
The eyes of the two men in the room widened with shock, but their expressions gave way to smiles as they realized that he must have pulled the thoughts out of their heads. But the dark-haired woman? She just scowled, her eyes narrow. The poor are so crass, she thought. Ugh.
“He doesn’t impress me,” she said, her voice even.
“He’s one of us, Angela.”
She clicked her nails against the table. “He might have an ability, but he’s certainly not one of us.”
5. Not a fic at all, but finishing/uploading my fanmix, which is all about Molly, Matt, and Mohinder messing with the settings on each other's phones. Includes the exchange:
His phone rang, and he looked down at the display. Instead of a name, it read “MY SUPER HOT LOVER.”
Mohinder hit the accept button. “Hey, Peter,” he said into the phone.
“Oh, shut up,” Matt replied with a laugh.
And now, a few more icons, just for fun. :)
I'm going to go do some housecleaning, and when I come back I'm going to try to sit down and try to finish something. I don't really know which one will be best right now. I'm going to provide some quotes, and if any of you are particularly interested in one or another, let me know, and that might help me focus.
1. Molly shrugs as she blots at the spilled tea with her napkin. “Maybe Petrelli’s learned how to block me,” she says. Ha. If she still loved her father, she’d crack a smile to let him know that she was kidding, and they’d laugh together. Like Peter could out-clairvoyant her. But seeing as how her straight face is the only thing keeping Peter and the rest alive, she damn well keeps it.
2. “Your accusation last night was completely unfounded,” he said. “And I don’t see how my sexual preferences should have any affect on my ability to be a good father to Molly, anyway.”
“It’s not about Molly,” I said. “It’s about me.”
“Your views about...that...are moot,” Mohinder said. “I’m not going to let you take Molly away from me, no matter what you think of me, and besides, I’m not-” he choked off without saying the word.
I wanted to growl. His devotion to Molly was admirable. And his stupidity was both endearing and annoying. “You can say the word,” I said. “It’s not going to hurt you. Gay. Gaaaaay. Here, I’ll show you: Hey Mohinder! I, Matthew John Parkman, am gay.” I realized then that it had been quite a few years since I had said that out loud. Huh. It felt really good, actually.
3. Molly sighed. She didn’t have any patience for these games. “What the hell are you doing in my apartment, Bennet?”
“I’ve told you before,” Bennet said. “You can call me Claire.”
“I know,” Molly replied, and clicked her teeth. “Bennet. But you didn’t answer my question.” She really shouldn’t be so hostile to Bennet, she knew, but dammit, it bugged the hell out of Molly that the woman was thirty-seven and looked younger than Molly did. Also, Bennet had just broken into Molly’s apartment. And she was kind of a bitch.
4. “Can you do anything special, Maury?” the man asked.
Maury looked around the room. “Do you mean like healing people or clairvoyant dreams or astral projection or anything like that?” he asked with a smirk. “No, I can’t do any of those things.”
The eyes of the two men in the room widened with shock, but their expressions gave way to smiles as they realized that he must have pulled the thoughts out of their heads. But the dark-haired woman? She just scowled, her eyes narrow. The poor are so crass, she thought. Ugh.
“He doesn’t impress me,” she said, her voice even.
“He’s one of us, Angela.”
She clicked her nails against the table. “He might have an ability, but he’s certainly not one of us.”
5. Not a fic at all, but finishing/uploading my fanmix, which is all about Molly, Matt, and Mohinder messing with the settings on each other's phones. Includes the exchange:
His phone rang, and he looked down at the display. Instead of a name, it read “MY SUPER HOT LOVER.”
Mohinder hit the accept button. “Hey, Peter,” he said into the phone.
“Oh, shut up,” Matt replied with a laugh.
And now, a few more icons, just for fun. :)