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[wakeupnew]

Oh my God. Day. Worst. Do not even want to discuss.

Please take a second and leave me prompt(s). Multiples are cool. I'm most into Glee right now, so Glee prompts have by far the highest probability of being answered. I just want to write about things that are not my life right now! Show choir fits!

P.S. - Just because I'm cranky doesn't mean that prompts have to be sad to match or happy to compensate; I'm good with the gamut of emotions/ideas. For reals. I'll work with anything people throw at me! But, again, highest probability of answers for: Glee prompts, specifically ones that get a little more specific than, like -- listing a character and a color and saying the word 'go.'

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[agonistes]

GLEE/THE GOLDEN GIRLS

BRITTANY'S SWEET GREAT-GRANDMOTHER SOPHIA MEETS SUE SYLVESTER

BONDING

[agonistes]

P.S. I stab your bad day. <3

[wakeupnew]

YOU FRIGHTEN ME

[agonistes]

I FRIGHTEN YOU WITH MY AWESOME

[remindmeofthe.livejournal.com]

I am watching Stick It right now, so: I want Joanne and Poot at the prom! With bonus points if Poot does, in fact, wear the dress he had on in the department store. :D

BTW, if you have access to a copy you should watch it. It is so, so good for cheering up a bad day. *hugs*

[remindmeofthe.livejournal.com]

Hi, I don't even watch Glee and I want this. ♥

[agonistes]

See, Lexieface? THE PEOPLE ARE SPEAKING. WE KNOW WHAT WE WANT. <3

[wakeupnew]

Oh my God, that movie. We broke into a classroom at like ten at night on my birthday one year and got totally trashed and watched Stick It on a giant projector screen.

I do not remember at all who these people are, or that someone named Poot put on a dress.

(Best birthday ever.)

[remindmeofthe.livejournal.com]

:D That is indeed an awesome birthday.

[tinylegacies.livejournal.com]

I want something light & fluffy with Brittany and Santana plz!

[shati.livejournal.com]

I love this prompt so much!! omg

Joanne and Poot <3

[remindmeofthe.livejournal.com]

They are SO. CUTE. I find different things I love in this movie every time I watch it, and tonight I'm all about Joanne and Poot.

[skygiants]

Will Schuester is one of Ramona's evil ex-boyfriends. HIJINKS ENSUE.

[shati.livejournal.com]

"Dude, when is whipped bad?"

There are many things about the movie to love. :D

[remindmeofthe.livejournal.com]

The last half hour or so makes me grin like an idiot every time. (As I am currently demonstrating.) It's just so - awesome! Even if it has like nothing to do with the rest of the movie, I don't even care. :D

[agonistes]

SCRATCH MY PROMPT

WRITE THIS ONE

[wakeupnew]

"I feel like a bell," Brittany says happily. "Ding dong, ding dong." With each pair of words, she tilts her hips to one side then the other. The effect is actually pretty bell-like, thanks to the shape of the dress and the gold color.

Santana gets it, anyway, even if Jones is shooting Brittany a funny look from the mirror beside them.

Santana ignores Mercedes, and Quinn -- who's sharing the counter as she touches up her lipstick -- and Rachel and Tina at the third mirror. Santana has already put the finishing touches on their hair, but Brittany is, like, physically incapable of not moving.

"Be a bell if you want, but keep your head still," Santana orders briskly, hard at work with an aerosol can of hairspray and an intent expression.

Brittany immediately, obediently stops moving. "Bells don't have heads," she says, after a moment's consideration.

Santana's eyebrows momentarily furrow, then lift again. She gives Brittany's teased hair a critical pat. It doesn't so much as twitch. Santana is a genius. A hair genius.

There's a knock at the door. "Girls?" says Mr. Schue's voice, from outside. "It's time."

Santana doesn't miss the intakes of breath that come from the line of girls standing along the counter. Whatever. Clearly, not everybody here is used to putting a smile on and being thrown 20 feet into the air in high-pressure situations where your coach has threatened to make a coat out of your ponytails if she's not 152% pleased with how hard your performance rocked her face off.

Berry turns toward them, clasping her hands in front of herself. "Well, ladies," she says, in that incredibly Rachel way, "let's--"

Santana rolls her eyes and cuts the mind-blowingly stupid inspirational speech off at the pass. "Let's kick all their asses," she says, and Mercedes laughs and Tina whoops; even cranky-ass preggo Quinn cracks a smile. Rachel looks, for a second, like she wants to fight back -- and then she smiles, too.

"Let's do it," she says fiercely, and every girl in the bathroom knows she's thinking about the look on Jesse St. James's face when they beat Vocal Adrenaline.

Santana can get behind that.

Rachel stalks out of the bathroom, head held high; shaking their heads a little at each other (because there is no other good reaction to Rachel freaking Berry) but looking no less determined, Mercedes and Quinn follow. Tina's hot on their heels

Santana pats Brittany's hair down one last time and looks at her in the mirror. "Ready?" she asks, and by now, it's a rhetorical question. Brittany gets it better than anyone. Brittany's ready.

Brittany beams into the mirror. "I'm Brittany, bitch." Santana grins like a wolf, underhands the hairspray into the trash can, hooks pinkies with Brittany, and marches out to meet the bus.

[guest-age.livejournal.com]

Okay, I have three, all of which are silly, but you know, whatevs, it's Glee, so that works.

1. Brittany/Santana. The other glee kids sing songs to their romantic partners to let them know how they feel during rehearsals, so why wouldn't either Brittany or Santana get up there and do the same? Bonus points if Brittany sings to Santana about how she really loves her and why won't Santana just love her back?
2. Kurt/Sam. Sam initiates their first kiss. Kurt's reaction isn't exactly the square root of rainbows.
3. Kurt/Sam again. Finn sets them up on a date. I don't care how he gets there, I just really love the idea of Finn coming around and supporting his future step-bro and not trying to mold Sam in his image.

[wakeupnew]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I CAN'T CHOOSE

I WILL BE BACK FOR THESE. *_______*

[wakeupnew]

"He -- he doesn't seem that evil," Scott says hesitantly, lowering his sword to his side. The guy flashes a smile. It's a smile that belongs on a movie poster, but not, like, in a Lucas Lee way. In a charisma way. "He seems kind of nice."

Ramona is holding steady (and grim. Scott knew she could get kind of broody, but he hadn't realized she had this intense of a capacity for grimness) by his side. "Trust me. He sucks."

Sitting on the steps behind them, Wallace says, "He looks like he sucks." He doesn't sound like he thinks this is necessarily a bad thing. Scott doesn't think he is using the word 'sucks' the same way that Ramona is using it.

"Hey, Ramona," says Evil Ex # ... well, Scott isn't actually sure what number this is. (He kind of lost track somewhere along the way.) "Long time no see." Ex #Whatever gives that same broad, movie-star-but-friendly smile.

"Wallace!" Scott hollers over his shoulder, without taking his eyes off the man standing in the street. "What number is this guy?!"

"Scott," says Wallace. He sounds calm. How does he sound so calm?! "There is a giant number on his T-shirt. I'd guess that."

Ramona, meanwhile, is ignoring both of them. "Oh, can it, Schuester," she snaps.

"Ramona," says 'Schuester,' a little reproachful but mostly sad. He has kind eyes. Scott wants to hug him. "I guess you never worked on your stuff that broke us up, huh?"

She makes this noise that Scott has never ever heard out of her before. It's a little hot. Is he allowed to be distracted by hotness?

"But you know what? That's okay," continues Schuester. "I forgive you. But -- here; I've got this great therapist's card," he's digging in his back pocket, "and I just know he would be able to help you help yourself."

Scott's eyebrows start to lower.

"And then," Schuester finishes, "we can finally be together."

"Hey!" Scott objects, and Schuester really looks at him for the first time. Scott almost falters -- kind! eyes! -- but then he spots the diminishing residue of the sparkles and his resolve hardens. "You can't do that!"

Schuester laughs. It sounds friendly, but Scott is starting to think he's a a little douchey. "Why not?"

Scott strikes a heroic pose with his sword. " 'Cause she's with me."

When Ramona steps on his foot as she turns around, Scott thinks it probably isn't an accident. "Oh, just fight already," she says, and she stomps back to her front steps to sit down beside Wallace. He offers her the bag of chips he's idly snacking on.

Scott is still hopping in pain when Schuester dances into position. It's so smooth and so effortless; Scott watches him, mesmerized -- and then Schuester hits him in the face.

"I understand you better than you think," Schuester calls to Ramona, over Scott's fallen body. "I've been called a slut for two days of my life; I've felt," he thuds against his own chest with a theatrical open hand, "what it's like when prejudiced people discriminate against you."

"Dude," say Ramona and Wallace simultaneously. She sounds unbelievably pissed off; he sounds really, really amused.

Scott wobbles his way to his feet. "Who is this guy?" he demands of Ramona.

She sighs sharply from behind him. "Look," she says. "I'm not originally from New York. He may not be much, but he's pretty much the hottest thing that town has got, and there was a certain illicit thrill in sneaking around with my former Spanish teacher."

"May not be much?!" yells Schuester.

"SPANISH TEACHER?!" yells Scott.

Schuester spins into a kick; Scott blocks it and frantically ducks backward under a flurry of moves that actually look really nice but would probably kill him if they caught him.

"Former Spanish teacher!" Ramona hollers.

(Wallace says, "Nice."

Ramona says, "I was 19. Shut up.")

"RAMONA WHY IS HE RAPPING!!"

[wakeupnew]

FUCK pretend there are sparkly letters on "be together"; I cannot get the HTML to function.

[walksbyherself]

Brittany/Santana - zombie apocalypse



:D?

[skygiants]

THIS FULFILLS ALL MY HOPES AND DREAMS *_____* Kind eyes! He ~understands~ the pain of being discriminated against! WALLACE LOLS FOREVER

(even if the letters are not actually sparkling, they are sparkling in my heart)

[wakeupnew]

"He does that!" Ramona calls back. "Just ignore it! It's the only way to survive!"

"THAT'S KIND OF DIFFICULT." Schuester is actually summoning knives into existence out of thin air as he talk-sings the lyrics to a Mos Def song. Scott flails with his sword, batting away the flying cutlery. "RAMONA TELL ME SOMETHING THAT CAN BEAT HIM."

"I don't know!" Ramona shouts. "He -- he's a condescending douchebag! He put on weirdly sexual performances with the choir kids! He's a cheater!"

"His hair is the worst," Wallace contributes thoughtfully, around a mouthful of Fritos.

Ramona's head slowly turns and she shoots him an unimpressed look.

He never turns his attention away from the spectacle of Scott Pilgrim running away from a 30-year-old white man who is doing Broadway-worthy kick-turns while rapping the Sugarhill Gang's classic number. He cups his free hand around his mouth. "Scott, tell him how bad his dance moves suck!"

"--What?" barks Schuester, his head snapping toward the two of them on the steps, and Scott takes the opportunity to bash the back of his head in with the hilt of his sword. Schuester collapses into a pile of coins.

+5 AGILITY
+10 INSIGHT

SCOTT HAS GAINED THE POWER OF BEING ABLE TO RECOGNIZE A DOUCHEBAG WHEN HE SEES ONE

"Awwwww! Lamest power ever!" Scott complains.

"I know," says Kim Pine, from her seat beside Ramona. (Scott gawks at her. When did Kim get here?!) "It's gonna go off every time you look in the mirror." Somebody else sitting on the steps snorts.

Scott's face goes: >:( and then he marches out of the street. His sword tip drags along the pavement behind him.

[skygiants]

BEST POWER EVER *______* And so useful, when Schue is around!


THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS FOR ME, I LOL'D FOREVER