Jan 15, 2009 16:22
It's been a day. (Or a week/month/year, whatever.) And I've got about two hours-ish to kill.
Feel free to leave me some prompts. Pairing/fandom/the colour of the sky: all totally up to you. RPF is welcome.
prompts,
comment fic
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David Cook/anyone. this is temporary sanity, an exercise in vanity
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2) is this flocked? Because other people totally need to read this.
3) OMG so good.
4) ilu.
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2) Nope. Feel free to pass it on, if ya want. :)
3) You are too kind!
4) ilu2
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!!!
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I've said it before and I'll say it again, theladyscribe is a bad influence. ;)
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ETA: this totally landed in the wrong spot, sorry. but i'm talking about the david/mandy. *facepalm*
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Anyway, she's awesome and he's awesome, and therefore they're both awesome together. :)
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(Oh, and Chris Lowell was in the third season of VM, he played Piz. And him and Kristen Bell are possible the cutest thing EVER. :D)
He never expected his name to be synonymous with the words “Broadway Star”. But it’s printed right there in black and white (a review from The New York Fucking Times) and again surrounded in bright lights on the marquee. He’s a little bit embarrassed, to be honest ( ... )
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He looks up and smiles, a quick flash of teeth and gums.
“Leah,” she says. Her cheeks turn pink and she gives a low and embarrassed shrug. “I’ve seen, um, everything you’ve ever been in.”
“Oh, wow. Sorry you had to sit through all that.” He laughs at his own joke and taps the cap of his pen against his cheek (he has black ink smeared all over his fingertips) and then scrawls: Leah, all the best and happy watching. He finishes with a quick and loopy swoop, that kind of resembles his name, and slides her the glossy photograph ( ... )
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He watches her for the rest of the con, looks for her underneath the brim of his baseball cap. She seems to know pretty much everyone. She’s standing in the corner with a bag of potato chips from the vending machine down the hall and all these guys keep stopping to talk to her. The dude from Chuck (not the tall one) and the dude from Pushing Daisies (the tall one) and few people he recognizes from guest stints on his show.
She throws out the chip bag and when she looks back up, she catches him staring. Jensen pulls his cap down further and then quickly turns to Jared and mumbles something under his breath.
“Dude, what? Use your mouth.”
“I-nothing.”
Another fan wanders up, Supernatural comicbook clutched in her fingers. She grins and immediately starts babbling about the completely messed up continuity between the book and the show, like the two of them have any control over it ( ... )
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