I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas, please.I'm writing Jack Bauer/Tom Whitmore, and it's BREAKING. MY. BRAAAAIN.
Mainly because I'm still tinkering around with dynamics, and I keep wanting to dance a line between angst and fluff.
Leaning more toward fluff at the moment, as it were, as evidenced by the excerpt below.
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The sight that lay ahead of him stopped him in his tracks. There on the sofa, Jack and Patricia sat, the two of them quite obviously engaged in some sort of serious artistic endeavor.
"That's lovely," Jack was saying, watching intently as Patricia scribbled enthusiastically on the paper in front of her in bright fuchsia crayon.
"That's you," she declared, "and that's me."
"I see. And what's that I have, there?"
"It's a balloon. You're giving it to me because it's my favorite color."
With a smile, Tom slipped in and shut the door behind him quietly.
"Hey, you two. Hope I'm not interrupting."
"Daddy!" exclaimed Patricia, springing off the couch and running toward him. He caught her and whisked her off the floor and into his arms.
"Hi, baby. What are you still doing up?"
"Mr. Jack let me watch 'Return of the Blob.'"
"Did he, now?"The President flashed an amused smile at Jack over his daughter's shoulder. Jack smirked.
"Traitor."
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The cute. It's gonna kill me ded, I think. >>;
In other news, I'm looking for one word fic prompts. HIT ME WITH 'EM, PPLZ. HIT ME HARD.
Hope all of you are doing well.
XOXO,
--Me
Thrilled
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To the brave and the petrified_
In the great shipwreck of life,
OMG. WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT. I was eating when I clicked on that, and it didn't end well for me. XDDDDDD
DAVID BOWIE. FITTING. *coughDIVAcough*
OH OH OH. Ewan!Priest icons are up at the community. 8D FINALLY. Thinking of doing your BF next.
THAT SOUNDED DIRTY. FAIL. XD
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"Verbosity leads to unclear, inarticulate things."
"It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye, then it's just fun you can't see."
"I'm too drunk, to taste this chicken."
Yes I finally saw the icons!! I'm ttly stealing a couple XD
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To the brave and the petrified_
In the great shipwreck of life,
*ahem* But anyway, here's your cassock, personal altar boy, keys to your office and a shiny plaque to place on your desk. And a silly archbishop's hat.
I blame my internet. Sometimes, my connection will time out, and it'll tell me something's been done when it really hasn't.
Once, I sent someone an e-mail, and it said it had been sent. I asked the person the next day? "8D 8D 8D You never e-mailed me, you crazy biatch!"
...SWEET. I HAVE AN OFFICE *AND* A HAT.
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"Verbosity leads to unclear, inarticulate things."
"It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye, then it's just fun you can't see."
"I'm too drunk, to taste this chicken."
Yes, AND a hat. A SILLY hat.
...A SILLY HAT. 8D This is my lucky day, friend.
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"Verbosity leads to unclear, inarticulate things."
"It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye, then it's just fun you can't see."
"I'm too drunk, to taste this chicken."
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