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if you read nothing else in this post, read the last paragraph!!!
The printer is making death rattle noises. There are four of us currently here, in an office of 20+. None of my favorites are in. At least five of the people who aren't here are out for the entire week. So much jealousy. So much. I know my vacation is coming but I want it to come FASTER! I really miss having a winter break this year. This is the first year I've ever not finished reading through the Yuletide archive before having to go back to school/work. I am only up to the beginning of the M's in the fandom list; I'm a little over halfway there. I want to read more and more and more, but I'm trying to avoid fan fiction while at work, especially since my wireless access is no longer cutting it and I can't do internets on my laptop.
Basically, this is a pointless post about how bored I am and how cranky I am that I have to be at work today when I could be at home reading fanfic, kink meme-ing, and RPing. Ridiculous complaints are ridiculous, but I am still so happy it is a four-day work week.
(If you want a good laugh, go through Rotten Tomatoes' section for Sherlock Holmes. Some of the less flattering reviews are uproarious. I sat by myself at the reception desk this morning, as no one called and no one came in, just laughing my ass off. Bad reviews are the best! Writers always come up with their best turns of phrase in them.)
So this is a Give Me Things to Write and I Shall Endeavor to Write Them post! You all know my fandoms and what I am willing to try (for the record, a few ideas off the top of my head: Sherlock Holmes (new movie or oldschool canon), Iron Man, Glee, Sons of Anarchy, The Mentalist, NCIS, Bones, How I Met Your Mother, iCarly, National Treasure, M*A*S*H, Hellboy, Firefly, True Blood... there are many many many things I'm willing to try that aren't on this list, so feel free to request others if you know I am familiar with the source material). I can't write anything dreadful or explicit due to being at work, but otherwise, I'm pretty easy. Give me a character or characters, a pairing, a situation you want to see somebody in, a word or a song lyric or a phrase... Crossovers, crack, angst, romance, gen, whatever else, and general ridiculousness are all a-okay. Just give me something to jot short things about. For the love of God, please. D: D:
Basically, this is a pointless post about how bored I am and how cranky I am that I have to be at work today when I could be at home reading fanfic, kink meme-ing, and RPing. Ridiculous complaints are ridiculous, but I am still so happy it is a four-day work week.
(If you want a good laugh, go through Rotten Tomatoes' section for Sherlock Holmes. Some of the less flattering reviews are uproarious. I sat by myself at the reception desk this morning, as no one called and no one came in, just laughing my ass off. Bad reviews are the best! Writers always come up with their best turns of phrase in them.)
So this is a Give Me Things to Write and I Shall Endeavor to Write Them post! You all know my fandoms and what I am willing to try (for the record, a few ideas off the top of my head: Sherlock Holmes (new movie or oldschool canon), Iron Man, Glee, Sons of Anarchy, The Mentalist, NCIS, Bones, How I Met Your Mother, iCarly, National Treasure, M*A*S*H, Hellboy, Firefly, True Blood... there are many many many things I'm willing to try that aren't on this list, so feel free to request others if you know I am familiar with the source material). I can't write anything dreadful or explicit due to being at work, but otherwise, I'm pretty easy. Give me a character or characters, a pairing, a situation you want to see somebody in, a word or a song lyric or a phrase... Crossovers, crack, angst, romance, gen, whatever else, and general ridiculousness are all a-okay. Just give me something to jot short things about. For the love of God, please. D: D:
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The girl didn’t move, her chin tucked low – but not quite to her chest – with her black hair tumbling across her shoulders, covering her face on both sides. Her expression was thoroughly, frighteningly blank, ruthlessly so, her eyes just as bereft of emotion and fixed on the wall, and the psychiatrist’s own face momentarily broadcasted her unease.
“Well,” she says, “my name is Dr. Keller and we’re going to be good friends, Elizabeth.” She held out a hand, but her subject didn’t so much as blink, much less look at her or shake her hand. She slowly lowered her hand. “Excuse me for just a moment; I’ll be right back.”
As she left, Liz didn’t move; she kept sitting with her hands folded tightly in her lap. The new doctor didn’t shut the door to the viewing room behind herself; she left it open a crack, and Liz listened to the conversation going on behind the mirror that she knew was really a window.
“Jesus,” said the new doctor’s voice.
“I did try to warn you, Dr. Keller,” said a man.
“Has anyone gotten through to her at all yet?”
“No, ma’am. She’s been like that ever since she came in. Didn’t even twitch when she was told that her mother was dead.”
Liz watched the partially open door, dead-eyed and silent, and then she looked down at the boxes of crayons and large sheets of paper carpeting the table in front of her. She sat still for a long, long moment, and then she reached over and carefully selected a blue crayon.
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Dr. Keller stopped dead in her cracks for a second as she stepped back into the room, and then she kept walking and sat down on her feet across from Liz. She was better than the old doctors; at least she didn’t seem afraid (she doesn’t know, Liz thought) and she came down to her level while talking to her. “May I see?” she asked, and it was only because she asked permission – and was not already reaching for the picture – that Liz very carefully considered it, dispassionate and grave, then bobbed her head once.
Dr. Keller pulled the sheet of paper across the table and looked at the clumsy stick figure engulfed in furious blue scribbles. Her eyebrows furrowed. "Is she flying?" she asked, smiling, and Liz felt too-hot tears prick at the back of her eyelids.
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