My Brother is Having a Sleepover

[tanarill]

This is to say, there are five fourteen-year-old boys camped out in my family room. Right now, they are watching Spaceballs (aside: all hail Mel Brooks!) They do this on a regular basis, and it's called Monthly Movie Night. The goal, as far as I can tell, is to stay up till five in the morning watching movies.

What I did today:

Got up, went to shul. Hid out in the bridal room, and slept through most of services.

Socialized during kiddush, and was invited to lunch several times by friends who work on the same campus as me. W00t for free food!

Came home, played around online, wrote scribe_protra's prompt.

Went to sleep again.

Got up, found out that Crack had updated. Read, loved, commented.

Had an attack of Thicker Than Water bunnies, and got another scene out before they went back to the Hutch. BTW, the official title for the Jazz/Al is is now Thicker Than Water. And the title of part one is Encounter, because I've decided that Meetings has got to be the title of the "Jazz gets attacked by meets Lupae" chapter.

Realized that there was a lot of noise coming from the family room, and went to see what was up. Discovered five teenaged boys.

Watched some Spaceballs.

And I only got two prompts last time, so I'm saying it again. Give me prompts, people. More than one a person is fine, provided I know the fandoms. I'm thinking this is open until such time as I am satisfied with my prompt-writing ability.

Almost-finally, does anyone know a site for the technical bits of smut writing? I've read it but can't write it; I'm too detail-oriented, and need to know which details can be safely ignored, and be satisfied with what I wrote, before I post anything.

. . . And does anybody have some alfalfa?

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[tanarill.livejournal.com]

scribe_protra, I blame you. With much blaming. I tries writing one, but I couldn't get that awesome line in, so I had to write both. You get a bonus. Be happy with it!

Oh, and Lachesis is the middle of the three Fates, who weaves lives into the tapestry of the world.

***

Before:

At first, it had been sweet.

Then it had gotten annoying.

Now, it was just plain creepy.

“Ooh, roses,” rasped Wuya. “One hundred and forty-eight of them. I counted. Very expensive. Very classy. Ver-” At this point, Jack attempted to hit Wuya. It didn’t work, as Wuya was immaterial. She ignored it and blithely continued talking, “-y romantic. And he got you chocolates. Are you sure you aren’t going to consider his offer?”

“I. Am not. Gay.”

Way ignored this too. “The way he is right now, you could ask for the world on a platter, and he’d give it to you for a birthday present.” She floated over to his other side, and whispered in his ear, “He could get you the Shen Gong Wu.”

“Hey, yeah, that’s right! He could! Still,” he said, looking at the flowers, which covered every flat surface not covered by chocolates, that Chase had somehow snuck into his room while he slept yet again, despite every trap his self-proclaimed evil genius could devise, “What am I supposed to do with one hundred and forty-eight roses?”

“You could always plant them,” suggested Wuya.

***

After:

“ . . . you knew this was going to happen.”

Wuya remained where she was, twirling gently in midair and laughing her nonexistent brains out.

“I hate you.”

“No one can fight the Strings of Lachesis once it’s activated,” said the Strings of Lachesis in his head, smugly. “Although I didn’t know that thing with his tongue was physically possib-”

“You, shut up,” he said to it, and was ignored. Wuya was still laughing. Chase was . . . doing Chase things, probably involving pastels, chocolates, and really frighteningly large numbers of roses. He rolled his eyes, telling whatever god dogged his steps with chaos that it could go away now, thanks. “No wonder the Dragons didn’t show up. If I’d known it was going to be this much trouble, I would have just left it.”

“P-P-PREGNANT!” hollered Wuya, before going off again.

[scribe-protra.livejournal.com]

I am DED from the utter AWESOMENESS that are these drabbles!

You ROCK girl!

[tanarill.livejournal.com]

Your praise = my fuel.

And I have discovered, much to my surprize, that I really like drabble writing. Therefore, as of tonight, drabble requesting is going to be open again. But only one at a time, please, during workweeks.

[futuredark.livejournal.com]

:DDDDDDD

Okay so how abour. [ponders]

RP!Dan and Clockwork and something involing eyeglasses.