HEY PROMPTS [& dr princess whitelaw!]
HEY Y'ALL.
Any exuberance you might notice bouncing off the metaphorical walls in my general vicinity can be attributed to:
Oh fuck, sparkle text is so far away. ANYWAY TOMORROW I AM SUBMITTING MY THESIS! AND DONE WITH GRAD SCHOOL!
So I am jovial and celebratory and you should prompt me. Check out my tags for something that I haven't churned ( Read more... )
Any exuberance you might notice bouncing off the metaphorical walls in my general vicinity can be attributed to:
Oh fuck, sparkle text is so far away. ANYWAY TOMORROW I AM SUBMITTING MY THESIS! AND DONE WITH GRAD SCHOOL!
So I am jovial and celebratory and you should prompt me. Check out my tags for something that I haven't churned ( Read more... )
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"I think you're focusing on the wrong thing here," McCoy says slowly. "When I said 'everyone thinks you and Spock are' --"
"Making the beast with two backs? The mattress mambo? Practicing the Rigelian Shuffle? Hiding the genetically engineered meatless hot dog-shaped product?" Kirk slaps McCoy's hand as it reached for the strip of bacon that fell out of his sandwich, and spitefully crams it into his mouth. "Those are my contributions to the Universal Translator, if Uhura ever --"
"And missing the point --"
"No, you are --"
"You are! He's stronger --"
"Oh. Oh. You're playing that card?"
"I'm playing the 'you just want a good cuddle' card," McCoy snapped back. "Why else have we got 13 ship's cats? Speaking of cats, who wanted a good cuddle so damn badly they got electrocuted on the electric cat planet"You're missing the point," they said simultaneously ( ... )
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"I'm playing the 'you just want a good cuddle' card," McCoy snapped back. "Why else have we got 13 ship's cats? Speaking of cats, who wanted a good cuddle so damn badly they got electrocuted on the electric cat planet?"
I CAN'T WAIT FOR MY BIG BONES FIC OF JOY FOR MY BIRTHDAY NEXT MONTH, HINT HINT
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Teaching Spenser's The Faerie Queene stands out as one of the weirdest class sessions Chris has ever had.
He sat on the desk in the lecture hall, giving his weekly talk about The Faerie Queene and some shit that's actually not his area, but he will do what Berkeley says for the monies and they say he has to teach the fucking Faerie Queene and make his kids care about it. Whatever. Fine. He did it"And if you're interested in more about the women of the medieval epics -- I know there's a few feminist theorists in here -- there's a good book in the library by Anne Paolucci ( ... )
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Can we have a communication series ficlet?
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Except maybe right now when, of all the things he had learned about his lady these six months, he still couldn't figure out how to get a lunch-coded meal served before lunch time, even just five minutes before lunch. When he wanted a cheesesteak as badly as he did, every minute fucking counted.
"Jim," Spock said because it was his lunch hour, too, and Spock could wait -- or maybe he was appeasing him -- at least someone was appeasing him, dammit. "In three minutes --"
"In three minutes I'll get a whiff of something else and want that instead, but right now, I want nothing as badly as I want this cheesesteak." Kirk scanned through endless codes on his PADD and held it up for Spock's inspection. "What am I missing? Scotty mentioned bad things happen when you change this," he pointed to a variable string on the screen, "but I ( ... )
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And oh food! I know what it's like to want lunch food before lunch. Thank god for Sonic. This is a great look at relationshippy ness which I LOVE.
Okay, thank you bb <3
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