Seen everywhere on my flist:
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. (I only went back twenty-odd, because I have, y'all, like hundreds. Seriously.)
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I had a really good title for this
Charles/Arthur
subs all around
loli!John
occasional
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steampunk au
hotelstory
She pulls at the soft, worn ropes aro...
Caldwell/Weir
girl saves boy
teaching Ariadne
facemelter
what is this
"So how old are we, exactly?"
Peggy/John
White Elephant
Earth girls are easy
oh handsome bob
lol ariadne ships it
tied up!Ariadne
queer eye for the straight criminal
Bottom!Arthur
get the band back together, 2
get the band back together, 1
verycareful
If you like, I'll tell you a little something or give you a paragraph from anything you ask for.
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. (I only went back twenty-odd, because I have, y'all, like hundreds. Seriously.)
Untitled document
I had a really good title for this
Charles/Arthur
subs all around
loli!John
occasional
Untitled document
steampunk au
hotelstory
She pulls at the soft, worn ropes aro...
Caldwell/Weir
girl saves boy
teaching Ariadne
facemelter
what is this
"So how old are we, exactly?"
Peggy/John
White Elephant
Earth girls are easy
oh handsome bob
lol ariadne ships it
tied up!Ariadne
queer eye for the straight criminal
Bottom!Arthur
get the band back together, 2
get the band back together, 1
verycareful
If you like, I'll tell you a little something or give you a paragraph from anything you ask for.
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Date: 2011-02-14 07:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-02-14 04:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-02-14 10:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-02-14 07:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-02-14 04:55 pm (UTC)"John, no," Rodney says, making a feeble attempt to twist away from him.
"John, yes," John replies, leaning down to bite at the junction of Rodney's neck and shoulder.
"Ah- ah- okay, I changed my mind," Rodney pants.
John laughs, low and dirty. "Knew you'd see it my way."
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Date: 2011-02-14 10:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-02-14 08:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-02-14 04:57 pm (UTC)“What are you doing?” Rodney asked warily.
“Nothing,” John replied, resting his hands on Rodney’s knees. “Just kneeling.”
Rodney swallowed. “You don’t have to kneel right there, you know.”
John smirked, shrugging playfully. “I like the scenery.”
A blush started to creep up Rodney’s pale throat. “Just so I’m clear on this,” he said carefully. “Are you asking me to-”
“I’m not asking you to do anything,” John assured him. He looked up at Rodney through his lashes, running his hands up the soft fabric over Rodney's thighs. “Do you wish me to perform the languisement?” he asked, huskily.
Rodney looked down at him, bewildered. “The what?”
John sighed in exasperation, his hands working on the laces of Rodney's breeches. “Head, Rodney. Do you want head.”
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Date: 2011-02-14 07:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-02-14 12:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-02-14 05:02 pm (UTC)John knows, on some visceral level, that it's still Meredith, but he's not even sure how he knows that. The woman- the girl who's standing in front of him now shares her features, but ramped up and taken down in the best places. She's thinner, making all her curves pop in a way they didn't five minutes ago; her clothes are sagging, her pants sliding down a little to reveal a flash of her hip. Her face is softer and smoother, her lips looking even bigger and more pouty than they were already. Her hair is all screwed up, though, suddenly falling out of what had been a tight bun. She reaches up and pulls the chopsticks out of it, tossing her head so that her hair falls loose and long and curly around her shoulders.
John cannot believe what he's seeing.
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Date: 2011-02-14 07:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-02-14 03:43 pm (UTC)The truth is I probably wanna read about 80% of those anyway, hee. :D
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Date: 2011-02-14 05:13 pm (UTC)Yeah.
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Date: 2011-02-14 05:23 pm (UTC)Then I hope it also turns out Eames is fucking around with Yusuf, anyhow. :D
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Date: 2011-02-14 04:02 pm (UTC)also "queer eye for the straight criminal" sounds FABULOUS! what fandom is that?
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Date: 2011-02-14 05:09 pm (UTC)"Well, I'll just be going."
"Dude, you can't leave! We were having a fucking moment!"
"There's your moment."
And the second is supposed to be an SGA story, but all it says right now is "something here about John being a whore". What can you do.
"queer eye for the straight criminal" is an Inception crackfic where Arthur is moving in with Ariadne and Eames, and he walks into their closet and shouts, "God, it's like the Salvation Army threw up in here!" So, y'know, good times.
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Date: 2011-02-14 05:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-02-14 04:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-02-14 05:05 pm (UTC)"Any time you want, darling, just say the word."
She spins to face him. "That's the kind of cutesy bullshit I'm tired of," she snaps. "People always say shit like that and then they never follow through. I wouldn't be in this position if I could find a guy who would fucking man up."
Eames laughs. "You're drunk." When she rolls her eyes and turns to go, he grabs her by the arm, pulling her tight against him. "You're drunk, and I'm taking you to bed with me," he tells her, and there's something dark and predatory in his eyes, something she's never seen before. "And if you still want it in the morning, then I'm going to fuck you."
She sucks in a breath, struck by desire and surprise, but she forces herself to look him hard in the eye. "I want it now."
"Trust me, Ariadne," he says, smiling- or showing his teeth, anyway, more feral than mirthful. "You'll want to remember this."
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Date: 2011-02-14 05:24 pm (UTC)I want all of your Eames/Ariadne. GOD. ALL OF IT. *glutton*
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Date: 2011-02-14 07:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-02-14 05:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-02-15 02:24 am (UTC)The door to Charles's office burst open. Charles surreptitiously moved his new, expensive lamps closer to him and prepared for the onslaught.
Pickles was panting when he came in, whether from kicking the door in or something else, Charles wasn't sure. He strode across the room and slapped a worn leather belt down on the desk. "I need you to beat the crap outta me."
And I really wish I could remember what the title was. :/
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Date: 2011-02-15 04:04 am (UTC)Bummer about the title - I hate losing a good title. :/