Comments | johnnypurple: prompt me, please

johnnypurple

prompt me, please

Apr 28, 2009 17:10

Frakking frakking frakpants, you guys, IT'S COLD! Holy fuckersnaps! Brrrr. (OK. Maybe 11.3°C isn't cold by the standards of where you live, but I am a delicate flower and AM FREEZING MY FRIKKIN' BOOBIES OFF HERE! THINK OF THE BOOBIES.)

So, things to keep me us warm? Kitty/s? Check. (He's curled up on a pile of random junk on the desk right now. ( Read more... )

i want fuckersnaps in the common lexicon, vid, weather, an appeal to my gorgeous flist, food, surprisingly not a drunken lj post, have i mentioned you look lovely today?, toby, writing, writing prompts

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ffarff April 28 2009, 08:20:36 UTC

i found a video of some Israeli soldiers miming to 'What What In My Butt' today.

AND HOW COLD IS IT WHAT!?!?! i couldnt sleep last night it was so cold.

johnnypurple April 28 2009, 10:47:49 UTC

Israeli soldiers miming to 'What What In My Butt' - Crazy! Is that your fic prompt for me, or just a response to the Tabbouleh dance track?! ;P

ZOMG SO COLD! Do you have a doona you can fluff up? Doesn't Leo snuggle up and keep you warm? And hey won't I see you tomorrow night at your opening don't think I've forgotten!!!?! :D

ffarff April 28 2009, 12:31:08 UTC

which ever you prefer.

yeah i have two thin doonas. i have to sleep in my clothes with a hot water bottle. Leo doesnt like sleeping on the while i sleep. he'll jump up on the bed and pretend to go to sleep but as soon as i nod off he jumps off. the bizarre thing is is sometimes whe i wake up i hear him jump back up and pretend he was there the whole time. i dont know why he prefers to sleep on the floor. what an idiot.

you probably will see me. i may be hiding in the corner cringing. who knows.

johnnypurple April 28 2009, 13:34:46 UTC

what a strange dog! perhaps he just doesn't want to hurt your feelings! aww!

I hope you have worked out some suitably random prices for your pieces - all ending in $-72 or $-63 or some other random number! ;) I'll come and find you and buy you a drink!

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subsequent April 28 2009, 09:28:42 UTC

Heh, if you want prompts - I keep a list that I add to when bored. Um, help yourself with some of these. You don't have to write anything for them, and they sound kinda pretentious, but who cares. :D

1. Altered states of conciousness aren't perfect, but they're as much as us as breathing is.

2. There was a child throwing a temper tantrum just a few meters away, a tear-stained face bellowing for all it's worth.

3. A half-smile in the gloom and a twinkle in the eyes as the face turned away from her.

I have more, but I figure that others will be coming in with more constructive stuff. So, onwards!

johnnypurple April 28 2009, 10:43:49 UTC

Altered states of conciousness aren't perfect, but they're as much as us as breathing is - Is that meant to read "they're as much us as breathing is" (as in, no second 'as')-??

Ooh, interesting. OK. Any preference for fandom or pairing? (I recall writing Wiggles slash fic for you in the past, I'm not sure if that would be appropriate for these?!) I might have a go at #3 but possibly change the pronoun from 'her' to 'him'.

subsequent April 29 2009, 09:23:24 UTC

Aha! Thank you! I knew there was something off with that sentence. *fixes*

And hey, take your pick. Really! Though DW or Life on Mars would be good. And hey, if you want to write Wiggles slash for any of these, go ahead. It's all up to you! :D

Thankee!

lydia_petze April 28 2009, 10:55:50 UTC

AM FREEZING MY FRIKKIN' BOOBIES OFF HERE! THINK OF THE BOOBIES.)

BUT IT MAKES THE NIPPLES LOOK GOOD. THINK OF THE NIPPLES!

sorry. am pervie

johnnypurple April 28 2009, 13:08:29 UTC

*g* BUT OUCHIE!

you perv! *is shocked!* *is not really shocked* ;D

dear_prudence April 28 2009, 11:08:11 UTC

ok - john simm and david tennant are stranded in the scottish highlands.
there are no clothes, no means of transport, no phones, no food.
all they have is one quilt and a bottle of whiskey.

AHAHAAAHHHA!

omg it's angst! i wrote angst! sorry! johnnypurple April 28 2009, 13:07:24 UTC

Their backs are against a stone and John is trying not to listen to David's mumbling. He doesn't want to decipher the accent, extra thick and slurry now that David has been drinking; he doesn't want to hear the bitterness. He focuses on the warmth of David's breath against his neck. The smell of whisky on the breath. The feel of David's hands on his chest.

He doesn't think about how they're now without their clothes, without a car, without a phone, without food, miles from anywhere. It's not all bad. They have whisky. And a quilt that smells of whisky and is covered in cat hair. It could be worse.

"And you'renotevenlisteningtome!" David's breath a staccato rhythm, soft over John's skin. A rhythm like panic, or desire pushed too far. David's nails dig into the skin of John's chest ( ... )

Re: omg it's angst! i wrote angst! sorry! nixwilliams April 28 2009, 23:12:07 UTC

they are going to die of hypothermia, aren't they?

even with the quilt covered with scala/percy hair.

Re: omg it's angst! i wrote angst! sorry! johnnypurple April 28 2009, 23:57:29 UTC

I was actually imagining it was Iona, Niamh and Josh hair - one of Essie's quilts that they had acquired somehow - but I don't think that one extra set of deposited cat hair, or even the fact that most of it is longer fr, would be enough to ... er ... D:

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nixwilliams April 28 2009, 12:14:20 UTC

this song is my prompt for you. because i can't get the fucking thing out of my head. i don't even particularly like it! i think you could write merlin fic from it.

or you could use this as a prompt for some kind of cracky rps!

OR YOU COULD WRITE SOME MIDSOMER MURDERS FIC.

nixwilliams April 28 2009, 12:17:56 UTC

P.S. THAT SONG IS AMAZING.

johnnypurple April 28 2009, 13:10:07 UTC

The Tabbouleh song??! I know, right? I love how it includes the recipe in the song! More of that kind of thing, I say. Maybe we should take cues from that...

Maybe a fuckersnap song? Including the recipe?! ;D

johnnypurple April 28 2009, 13:30:45 UTC

"You'd be suitable as a ladies' hairdresser," says Barnaby. "And why not?"

Troy scowls at him. He puts the comb and scissor down on the desk. "This one time," he says. "This one time I do something nice for you and you come back with this kind of thing!"

"Troy, Troy," Barnaby placates. "I was just saying. You did a lovely job." He brushes a hand over his hair. "A really good job. Honestly."

Troy huffs at him. "You, you-"

"Yes?" Barnaby smiles.

"You're mocking," Troy accuses. "And I'm a police officer. You seem to often forget this, sir."

"No, no," replies Barnaby. "You are always there to remind me."

Barnaby combs his fingers over a spot of hair at the back of his head and watches as Troy pulls hair off the comb and carefully deposits it into the bin, a scowl on his face.

"You missed some," says Barnaby.

"I'll get the broom," says Troy, huffily. "Don't worry about the state of the station floor. We wouldn't want someone confusing it as a ladies' hairdresser"No," says Barnaby, his blue eyes twinkling. "I don't mean that. I ( ... )

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