WIP meme - ME PROCRASTINATING
Because I really, REALLY don't want to do my homework right now. So I will do it later, and sleep two less hours than I could have. Go me.
Got this from gdgdbaby :
Post a single sentence or more from each WIP you have, or from as many WIPs as you want. Provide no context/explanations.
1. “Three million!” Besides, the weaker competition (people who can really only afford third-rate extractors, who’s idea of “a nice and clean job - don’t let the victim know” consists of blunt force trauma in the middle of the street to get said victim to dream) had long since been killed off, and even the more serious competition were tittering to each other or to themselves about how it was pure insanity to bid three million on an admittedly nicely dressed man for just one day.
That’s when Saito makes his move.
“Four million,” he calls out, and no one dares to make another bid. Also, no one dares to tackle Saito and make him retract his bid because 1) Saito has his bodyguards on his left and right, and 2) Saito is Asian. And all Asians know some form of martial arts, of course.
2. Most people who know that Candy Falls gets mail twice a day know this story; most of those people also know that it has a little something to do with the fact that 1 in every 3 people living in Candy Falls is magical, and magical folk are just a bit quirky.
They like taking their afternoon tea at five in the morning; they take cold showers in winter and hot showers in the summer; their cats chase their dogs. Heck, they eat legitimate English food for fun. The fact that many of them procrastinated on sending important documents and really needed them sent now, for God’s sake was just another one of their quirks.
So the night mail arrived everyday (except for Sunday, of course. Wouldn’t want the postmen and postwomen to strike) for the certain magical members of Candy Falls. It did not arrive in the mailbox like the morning mail did; it was delivered directly into the house through a special portal called the ‘Deliv-Port.’ People didn’t shorten it to ‘DP’ because - ask your mother.
3. JR's friends don't know what's going on in his head; he's been spending way too much time with that Slytherin (what was his name again? Areola?), and he's been walking into things with a dopey look on his face.
The other houses would probably disagree, but most of the Gryffindor house believes JR's behavior is strange. Most of them also have never been in love (except for a certain bushy-haired girl and her red-headed boyfriend, but JR hasn't come back looking angry or shell-shocked yet).
When JR and that Japanese dude (seriously, what was his name? If no one in the Gryffindor house found out soon, they were just going to start calling him Arnold) made their relationship public after some guy from Hufflepuff (Stephane) draped himself over JR and Arnold punched him --
"Seriously," a passing Slytherin girl says, "his name is Apolo."
Well fine, Apolo then.
4. "Mattie, I'm home!"
"Al? What are you doing here?"
"Like I said, I'm home!"
"For the last time, Canada. Isn't. Your. Home."
"But--"
"Al, I know that sometimes your obesity can lead you into thinking that you own me because you can't see the boundary line under your own fat, but read my lips: Canada is not yours."
5. There are some people that you can never make deals with, and Luis is one of those people. He’s headstrong, you know? He’s the type to punch without asking questions first, then say sorry and ask questions later.
I am saying this because I just traded my soul for a banana. Bad trade, I know, but I’ve been constipated for days and I really, really needed a banana. Luis sure knows how to bargain, though. After offering him pocket lint, he was able to jack it up until I was offering him my soul.
I hope he knows I was just kidding…
6. “When you said you had a good idea to make people stop bothering you, I didn’t think it’d be this!” Charles said loudly. He just didn’t understand. Why would his beautiful daughter do this to herself? “But what about prom? What will you do when everyone is there, dancing? My beautiful girl will be all alone, wearing a tuxedo, no less!”
“Dad, dad!” The young man looked at Charles in exasperation. “Everything will be fine! I don’t mind going to prom alone! Stop worrying! If things get bad, I’ll just say that I was experimenting.” Charles eyes almost bulged out of his head.
“Experimenting? Experimenting? This isn’t called ‘experimenting’, Bella! This is called insanity!”
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Oh well, it was fun going through all of my wips and unfinished crap. I've got like sixty-something unfinished fics lying around *headdesks*
Got this from gdgdbaby :
Post a single sentence or more from each WIP you have, or from as many WIPs as you want. Provide no context/explanations.
1. “Three million!” Besides, the weaker competition (people who can really only afford third-rate extractors, who’s idea of “a nice and clean job - don’t let the victim know” consists of blunt force trauma in the middle of the street to get said victim to dream) had long since been killed off, and even the more serious competition were tittering to each other or to themselves about how it was pure insanity to bid three million on an admittedly nicely dressed man for just one day.
That’s when Saito makes his move.
“Four million,” he calls out, and no one dares to make another bid. Also, no one dares to tackle Saito and make him retract his bid because 1) Saito has his bodyguards on his left and right, and 2) Saito is Asian. And all Asians know some form of martial arts, of course.
2. Most people who know that Candy Falls gets mail twice a day know this story; most of those people also know that it has a little something to do with the fact that 1 in every 3 people living in Candy Falls is magical, and magical folk are just a bit quirky.
They like taking their afternoon tea at five in the morning; they take cold showers in winter and hot showers in the summer; their cats chase their dogs. Heck, they eat legitimate English food for fun. The fact that many of them procrastinated on sending important documents and really needed them sent now, for God’s sake was just another one of their quirks.
So the night mail arrived everyday (except for Sunday, of course. Wouldn’t want the postmen and postwomen to strike) for the certain magical members of Candy Falls. It did not arrive in the mailbox like the morning mail did; it was delivered directly into the house through a special portal called the ‘Deliv-Port.’ People didn’t shorten it to ‘DP’ because - ask your mother.
3. JR's friends don't know what's going on in his head; he's been spending way too much time with that Slytherin (what was his name again? Areola?), and he's been walking into things with a dopey look on his face.
The other houses would probably disagree, but most of the Gryffindor house believes JR's behavior is strange. Most of them also have never been in love (except for a certain bushy-haired girl and her red-headed boyfriend, but JR hasn't come back looking angry or shell-shocked yet).
When JR and that Japanese dude (seriously, what was his name? If no one in the Gryffindor house found out soon, they were just going to start calling him Arnold) made their relationship public after some guy from Hufflepuff (Stephane) draped himself over JR and Arnold punched him --
"Seriously," a passing Slytherin girl says, "his name is Apolo."
Well fine, Apolo then.
4. "Mattie, I'm home!"
"Al? What are you doing here?"
"Like I said, I'm home!"
"For the last time, Canada. Isn't. Your. Home."
"But--"
"Al, I know that sometimes your obesity can lead you into thinking that you own me because you can't see the boundary line under your own fat, but read my lips: Canada is not yours."
5. There are some people that you can never make deals with, and Luis is one of those people. He’s headstrong, you know? He’s the type to punch without asking questions first, then say sorry and ask questions later.
I am saying this because I just traded my soul for a banana. Bad trade, I know, but I’ve been constipated for days and I really, really needed a banana. Luis sure knows how to bargain, though. After offering him pocket lint, he was able to jack it up until I was offering him my soul.
I hope he knows I was just kidding…
6. “When you said you had a good idea to make people stop bothering you, I didn’t think it’d be this!” Charles said loudly. He just didn’t understand. Why would his beautiful daughter do this to herself? “But what about prom? What will you do when everyone is there, dancing? My beautiful girl will be all alone, wearing a tuxedo, no less!”
“Dad, dad!” The young man looked at Charles in exasperation. “Everything will be fine! I don’t mind going to prom alone! Stop worrying! If things get bad, I’ll just say that I was experimenting.” Charles eyes almost bulged out of his head.
“Experimenting? Experimenting? This isn’t called ‘experimenting’, Bella! This is called insanity!”
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Oh well, it was fun going through all of my wips and unfinished crap. I've got like sixty-something unfinished fics lying around *headdesks*