Riona (
rionaleonhart) wrote2009-01-07 07:55 am
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Proposing A Happiness Post.
House-hunting is a miserable, miserable process, especially when the temperature is below freezing. I spent all of yesterday house-hunting, I'm going to spend all of today house-hunting, and there's a fair chance I'm going to spend all of tomorrow house-hunting as well. Term starts on Monday, and if I don't have a place by then I'm in quite a lot of trouble.
I am not just posting to whine; what I am doing is proposing a cheer-up post. Write little fun snippets of fic in the comments! Attempt the ridiculous crossover you've always wanted to see! Edit Pokémon into screenshots of very serious moments! Post a link to a video that makes you laugh! Just post something fun or something that makes you happy in the comments. It will give me something to look forward to when I get home, and with any luck it will help anyone else who needs cheering-up as well.
Have fun!
I am not just posting to whine; what I am doing is proposing a cheer-up post. Write little fun snippets of fic in the comments! Attempt the ridiculous crossover you've always wanted to see! Edit Pokémon into screenshots of very serious moments! Post a link to a video that makes you laugh! Just post something fun or something that makes you happy in the comments. It will give me something to look forward to when I get home, and with any luck it will help anyone else who needs cheering-up as well.
Have fun!
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"Realizing you're not actually any shorter than you were as an adult?" Jeremy offered.
Richard punched Jeremy. James let him this time.
Jeremy had turned into a tall and weirdly pretty teenager. The hair was longer and fuller, creating a stylishly unruly 'tumbledown curls' effect, and his face had rearranged himself in a way that made the girls stare.
Richard, on the other hand, had landed in his awkward stage. He appeared to be about fourteen, although he kept insisting he was sixteen, he had spots, his eyes were far too large for his head, the punk hairstyle that was presumably supposed to make him look tough only made him look twelve instead, and he was so small students kept squashing him up against lockers by mistake. He'd been in two fights over this already, and it was only lunchtime.
James...well, he wasn't sure how he looked. Richard said he looked fine, which he suspected meant he looked ordinary. He was avoiding mirrors and trying not to think about it too much.
"The worst bit," Richard said, "is being stuck in a school, in a country where they don't let sixteen-year-olds nip off to the pub for a pint."
In the distance, singing started.
"I take it back. That's the worst bit. Not another bloody musical number!" Richard shook his head. "I don't care what it is, I'm not dancing this time!"
"You'll dance. We all will. We have to." Jeremy groaned. "I just hope I don't have to sing again."
Privately, James thought he wouldn't mind the singing, if he could get away with not dancing, and if he had more interesting lyrics. Sadly, all of the songs seemed to be about minor adolescent troubles. If there'd been a sensible song in there, like "Little Honda", he'd have been far happier.
"Hey." A tall young man with a crew-cut beckoned. "You guys aren't from around here, are you?"
"You bloody well notice that, did you?" Richard answered.
"Not usually teenagers either, I'm guessing." The guy nodded. "Something seriously weird is going on here. Have you met the scary pink chick? If not, avoid the scary pink chick. I'm Dean, by the way."
James shook Dean's hand. "James. The tall bloke's Jeremy, and the short and angry one is Richard."
Dean nodded. "There's some kind of curse on this place. I suspect the scary pink chick. Talk to you after school." He glanced off into the mass of students, and ducked off.
An admittedly frightening-looking young woman in pink swooped down the hall. "Hi, I'm Sharpay!" She looked over at Jeremy. "You're not bad. Did you know there's a school play coming up?"
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Scary pink lady! Jeremy as a very pretty teenager! Richard *still* the agry short bloke! Singing and dancing because of a curse! Dean!
You will be continuing this, yes?
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I'm afraid there will be no more. The only other thing I know about High School Musical is that Sharpay the Scary Pink Lady has a very gay brother. Possibly named Ryan. Or Troy. Almost certainly not Gabrielle.
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Possibly no one flirts with poor tiny spotty Richard?
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Also, everything about this Winchesters-and-teen-Top-Gear-presenters-at-musically-cursed-East-High scenario is wonderful. JUST TYPING THAT SENTENCE MADE ME HAPPY.
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Oh, and very important question; would fic where a BMW bit a smaller, cuter car (possibly yellow) and caused it to turn into a BMW every full moon and rampage through the countryside attacking other cars and returning to the garage every morning with spare parts scattered around and petrol dripping from its bonnet, with the only cure being to remove one of the car components (which I will figure out later) with a special spanner made of pure silver, which James fortunately has in one of his toolkits count as werewolf fic? Or do actual werewolves need to be involved at any point?
Because I've got no idea what to do with proper werewolves.
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I need to update the crackfic list at some point. I've been too busy lately.
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And according to Draco, the 'were' part only applies if they change into humans. Which I'm going to make James say at some point, it's such a wonderful detail for everyone else to ignore in favor of calling them 'werecars' regardless. (I've no idea what James would call them, as lycanthrope's basically the same thing in Greek.)
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I also can't believe I was actually the first one to write something that the whole comm's been on about for ages. (I was the first one to do serious car/car while they're still cars, right?)
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I've tried to explain this to SamorDean and he didn't believe me.
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