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Aug. 21st, 2005 12:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
MEME #1:
If you want me to make you an icon, comment here and I will make one based on one of your LJ interests. No, you don't get to pick which one. Artist's discretion!
MEME #2:
Give me a character or pairing (that I'm familiar with) and a word, and I will write you one line of fic here.
you heard the meme, lovelies~!
If you want me to make you an icon, comment here and I will make one based on one of your LJ interests. No, you don't get to pick which one. Artist's discretion!
MEME #2:
Give me a character or pairing (that I'm familiar with) and a word, and I will write you one line of fic here.
you heard the meme, lovelies~!
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Date: 2005-08-23 09:24 pm (UTC)...
......But I like that plotline. ;____;
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Date: 2005-08-24 03:54 pm (UTC)-- you would. XD
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Date: 2005-08-24 11:36 pm (UTC)Identity crises are for young men who look good while they angst. I think. Matt Damon? ...anyway.
AND I DO. However, it seems a little beside the point to ask you to write it when the plot has already been outlined... XDD So! You write Horatio/Guildenstern. Keyword 'eyelash'.
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Date: 2005-08-25 03:57 pm (UTC)... that's the worst pairing yet! what sort of warped mind came up with that? XD
This was becoming a bit of a problem, wasn't it? At first he was grateful, having someone at Wittenburg to study with -- someone who could remember what they were doing -- someone who wouldn't hum and tap irritating tunes under a desk, wouldn't twirl his pen, splattering ink anywhere -- wouldn't try to copy answers without caring about the question, peer over his shoulder, hair tickling his neck. Horatio didn't do any of those things; Horatio was quiet (not thoughtlessly rambling); Horatio was considerate (not careless and forgetful); Horatio understood. (Understood what?) But it's a bit of a problem.
Because, you see, Guildenstern had stopped studying the letters and the numbers -- he finds himself reading Horatio's hands like books, contemplating the curve of a particular eyelash. He works over Horatio's shoulder, trading papers so they touch, and --
And (this is absurd) he reaches over, brushes away a (particular) fallen eyelash (someone else might laugh, might ask, if you'd like to make a wish) and he thinks (he thinks) he understands.
(Understands what?)
Guildenstern studies alone now.
... now pretend that was one line and not so awfully embarassing (for me and for guildenstern). XP
also pretend i don't continue to fail at html ...
... ohgodsorry. XD XD
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Date: 2005-08-26 08:07 pm (UTC)I think you set a new record. ;_____________;
FOUR TIMES. FOUR TIMES YOU FAILED. AT THE EXACT SAME THING. ;_____;
...I will forgive you because the fic is pretty. XD Horatio/Guildenstern is so WARPED, it must have been one sick mind that thought of it first. But it's pretty. ^___^
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Date: 2005-08-26 08:21 pm (UTC)^____^ *hath a warped, sick mind -- though not a pretty one*
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Date: 2005-08-26 09:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-27 01:07 pm (UTC)-- i don't know. at least it was short! *fails at all of life, whether you confirm it or not*
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