I've got post-big-bang-blues, and it's horrible. Dale and Albert won't stop yak-yak-yakking in my head. I can't stop myself writing down their conversations, to the point of obsession. And every time I think about stopping, I want to burst into tears. MY PEOPLE! MY DALE MY ALBERT MY AUDREY MY DANA NOOOO DON'T LEAVE MEEEEEEE!
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heartequals, I'm so sorry, I didn't meant to go on and on about Albert's views on molluscs. I'm sure you had better things to do.
It's pathetic, and I'm boring myself. I have three ficlets half written (some scrawled in my diary in the middle of the night, FFS) and I don't want to keep writing them, but I can't let go.
I CAN'T. LET GO. OF MY BABIES. Dale and Albert came to the supermarket inside my head. Dale likes to buy random stuff like haloumi and fabric softener. Albert is busy checking all the cans for dents and looking for dairy products from regions with acceptable levels of soil contaminants. I want to say it was annoying, but I think I liked it a bit too much.
Ugh, I wrote nearly 50K with you people. We've been together for thirteen months. I think we need to spend some time apart. *whimpers in fear at this thought*
I need to get a life.
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xmenbigbang. Essential things that must be in a sixties lady spy epic: cigarette holders, and SMERSH (or the sixties Marvel equivalent, which is probably Hydra.) Big fancy houses on the Riveria, sword fights on the Eiffel Tower, chases on train rides to Moscow. Mini-dresses and microfilm, gloves and pillbox hats (they're still around in the sixties, right?) Funky cocktails. Tool-kits in your tiny purse. Driving sporty cars very fast along narrow precipices. Lava lamps (or am I too early?) Groovy, groovy gadgets.
Things not to have: honey traps and "exotic" locations. Conversations about boyfriends.
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andraste is using the new prompt-based challenge option at AO3, here. Multiverse is awesome fun; it's a space-fandom crossover fest. Pick two or more fandoms in which space travel is a possibility, and mix them together. (I just left a prompt for Simon Tam and Ford Prefect, for example.) You don't have to leave a prompt to write one, you don't have to write a prompt if you want to leave some. Last time I took part, the word count was 500, which is easy and fun and has plenty of room for crack.
There. I've been without Dale and Albert for at least as long as it takes to write this post. Now I'm going to make myself an X-Men: First Class icon and start working on some fic that isn't from Twin Peaks.
heartequals, I'm so sorry, I didn't meant to go on and on about Albert's views on molluscs. I'm sure you had better things to do. It's pathetic, and I'm boring myself. I have three ficlets half written (some scrawled in my diary in the middle of the night, FFS) and I don't want to keep writing them, but I can't let go.
I CAN'T. LET GO. OF MY BABIES. Dale and Albert came to the supermarket inside my head. Dale likes to buy random stuff like haloumi and fabric softener. Albert is busy checking all the cans for dents and looking for dairy products from regions with acceptable levels of soil contaminants. I want to say it was annoying, but I think I liked it a bit too much.
Ugh, I wrote nearly 50K with you people. We've been together for thirteen months. I think we need to spend some time apart. *whimpers in fear at this thought*
I need to get a life.
I'm starting a list of things for my sixties lady spy epic for
xmenbigbang. Essential things that must be in a sixties lady spy epic: cigarette holders, and SMERSH (or the sixties Marvel equivalent, which is probably Hydra.) Big fancy houses on the Riveria, sword fights on the Eiffel Tower, chases on train rides to Moscow. Mini-dresses and microfilm, gloves and pillbox hats (they're still around in the sixties, right?) Funky cocktails. Tool-kits in your tiny purse. Driving sporty cars very fast along narrow precipices. Lava lamps (or am I too early?) Groovy, groovy gadgets. Things not to have: honey traps and "exotic" locations. Conversations about boyfriends.
Multiverse is open for prompts,
andraste is using the new prompt-based challenge option at AO3, here. Multiverse is awesome fun; it's a space-fandom crossover fest. Pick two or more fandoms in which space travel is a possibility, and mix them together. (I just left a prompt for Simon Tam and Ford Prefect, for example.) You don't have to leave a prompt to write one, you don't have to write a prompt if you want to leave some. Last time I took part, the word count was 500, which is easy and fun and has plenty of room for crack. There. I've been without Dale and Albert for at least as long as it takes to write this post. Now I'm going to make myself an X-Men: First Class icon and start working on some fic that isn't from Twin Peaks.