OMG, I suck...

[chickienine]

I have not been on LJ at all in forever, and I've been neglecting all my writings, and I totally suck. Why will someone not get on me for this? I was writing that Style fic, Eyeliner, CrackerJacks, and Everything in between. And then I stopped... And didn't write for forever. Became obsessed with other things. Like RDJ and Star Trek and Glee,

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[alpha_hydra]

It is the only occurrence worthy of note in an otherwise dreadfully boring week, and perhaps, if it were anyone else, Sherlock would not consider it an occurrence 'worthy of note' at all. John has spilled his coffee. All over his laptop, the stack of books beside it, and the schematics of Le Louvre's security system (Sherlock has not yet bothered to explain them away to John; he suspects John thinks he might be considering breaking into the museum just to prove he can. John is very observant when he wants to be

[chickienine]

And as always, you suck, because you've already written two more than I have, and they are all AWESOME. But I love you anyway. :P You are the Sherlock to my John. <3

[alpha_hydra]

<3

[chickienine]

LOL, you guys. These drabbles have absolutely nothing to do with each other!!

Way to turn COLD PIZZA into angst, Finch

[alpha_hydra]

There's an almost empty box of pizza sitting on the corner of the kitchen table, has been there for what Finch guesses would be a week by now. He knows inside, he'll find that damn last slice, nearly frozen from the early November frost that blew in and covered all of Turgid Meadows in six inches of snow. He'll get into a fight with Moochie about it when she wakes up in about an hour; she'll want to throw the thing away and Finch won't let her.

God, he's so fucking pathetic, if he can't even make himself throw that damn pizza box away. But he can't, can't even think about losing this one solid piece of proof that Devil Lad still exists in his life.

Inside, scrawled haphazardly across the top of the box, is a single sentence.

See ya next year. --DL

He's so fucking pathetic.

Re: Way to turn COLD PIZZA into angst, Finch

[chickienine]

How sad... you're right. Finch really is ridiculously suicidally depressed over everything.... ;(

Re: Way to turn COLD PIZZA into angst, Finch

[alpha_hydra]

I told you! He turns COLD PIZZA into crises!

Re: Way to turn COLD PIZZA into angst, Finch

[chickienine]

Well now I know! Silly depressed Finch.

[chickienine]

"Dammit, Jim! Hold still!!" came the gruff command as the so-called "Captain" once again pitched forward and ended up on the opposite side of the room

[shimshake]

there really need to be more loss-of-gav fics in the world.

[chickienine]

La sigh... zero gravity... All the Inception fics I could be reading with Arthur being awesome and zero gravity savvy....

[alpha_hydra]

zero-gravity is very sexy. Very

[alpha_hydra]

Devil Lad really hates fairies. He knows Finch knows this, knows they've talked about his irrational hatred for all things fairy-related, and yet, when tiny, hand-sized fairies invade Turgid Meadows one Halloween, he knows Finch is laughing at him under his mask

[chickienine]

Hooray for the non-angst! I knew Finch could act happy if only Devil Lad were around. Thank you very much :D

[alpha_hydra]

lol right? With the promise of smexiness in the very near future :)

[chickienine]

YES! I love the smexing!! And I have also been writing some too, thought it's kinda got plot as an excuse for basically smexing. :P