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Okay. I'm a little drunk right now.
On my way to being pretty damn drunk. The rest of the alcohol just hasn't kicked in yet.
So if anybody is reading TEF they will be happy to know that I succeeded in cutting the last of that 5% from ch9 and sent it back to beta Sunday! WHOOOO.
So here is a drunken!sbj totally fucking rejected post to celebrate.
I wish I could scan this in for you guys. I was going through a phase where I was writing everything in cursive because I hadn't done it for so long and wanted to make sure I remembered how to.
--
Blossom isn't really browsing, as far as Brick can tell. She's spent far too long in the poetry section of the library perusing the T. S. Eliot shelf, and he knows for a fact she cannot stand the man's writing.
"I know for a fact you can't stand that man's writing," he points out nonchalantly, and the crevice between the shelves frames her barbed glare. For a moment he's sorry a wall of books stands between them; having borne witness to that expression of hers (several times) and lived is a feat few can lay claim to, and it makes him a little smug. It doesn't hurt that she has a tendency to wear that expression very, very well.
A blink of those pink eyes later, though, and her gaze softens and darts elsewhere. Brick feels very tense all the sudden, something that has been occurring with increasing frequency whenever he finds Blossom in close proximity as of late.
Every time it happens now he can sense himself getting closer to reaching some internal conclusion regarding her, and he's pretty sure he isn't ready for that yet.
--
I seriously have no recollection of writing this, or where I planned to go with it. Maybe it was just a drabble?
Oooh, that shot of Applejack's kicking in now. (No, not the pony.)
Wait wait. I have more things I can post for tfr. No, that's the original super!Drama!cakes!ending for TEF. You guys definitely don't want me to post that.
Oh here we go. Have some tfr Blues!
I think I need another shot. This one isn't working fast enough.
--
"So I totally failed my Geometry test," Bubbles pouted, sticking out her bottom lip to really emphasize her disappointment.
Seated before her, Boomer laughed and paused his braiding of her hair just long enough to cuff her on the chin. "I told you to skip it, didn't I? This morning I said it: Bubbles, you're totally going to fail your Geometry test. You should totally skip class, take the make-up test, come get me, and I will totally take you to the mall where you can buy yourself lots of totally cute stuff to forget about that totally lame test."
Bubbles giggled, her bent knees involuntarily bumping against his. "I totally should've listened to you."
"Totally," he nodded solemnly.
"Say, where'd you learn to braid hair, anyway? You're the only guy I know who can do it."
"Oh, you know," he shrugged, "sometimes I like to get up early, doll myself up all pretty, and braids are totally my look--"
"If you say 'totally' one more time, I'm totally going to deck you," she laughed.
"Totally not my thing," he said through a grin.
"Agh!" She leant forward and lightly smacked him on the chest, snickering.
"Hey! You'll mess up your braids!"
"Small price to pay. I can't believe you haven't finished yet, you still have the other pigtail left!"
"I should just let you walk around with one braid coming out of your head, so everyone will think you're a total - OW! - weirdo." He rubbed at his shoulder. "You actually got me really good that time."
"Liar. You gonna start the other one or what?"
"Chill out, I will," he assured, and reached for the unbraided ponytail. After a moment of quiet, he smiled and asked, "Does Kyle know you're this demanding?"
She studied her shoes before saying, "I guess. Well, maybe." She looked up, trying to read the expression on Boomer's face, but it looked decisively neutral. Withholding the urge to give a little sigh, she shifted and slowly continued, "You know, I think I'm over the Kyle thing."
He fumbled with a wayward section of her air. "Whoops, sorry. Does Kyle know?"
--
Jesus that was boring. I'm on my way to drunk and I STILL found that boring.
Hm here's another one! Guess who's perspective this is from.
--
I am not thinking about you.
I don't spend my days thinking about what you said to me the last time we fought, or even met; I've had better things to do than feel lonely in the wake of your absence. And I do not - AM NOT - lonely. Life is better without you around. Peaceful, quiet. Something resembling normalcy.
I wonder, though, if things are exciting enough for you, or if they've descended into this bland, mediocre nothing that we call normalcy and you hate so much.
You would deserve it. That's what you get for leaving.
--
Okay have another.
Him is in this one!
--
"Because you're spending too much time cooped up in your room," Him said matter-of-factly. "You MUST engage in a little social activity once in awhile. Besides, I don't like not having any embarrassing pictures of you on Prom Night to display in the living room."
Brick goggled at his Father. "I'm not... I'm not social enough? Because I spend too much time SCHEMING?!"
"Yes, that's it!" The Prince of Darkness exclaimed, snapping his... claws. "Scheming! That's the word I was looking for!"
"But... but I'm an evil GENIUS! That's what evil geniuses do!"
The Most Evil One laughed dismissively. "Oh, my dear boy, exercise some modesty. You're not quite an evil GENIUS--"
"Excuse me," Brick said abruptly, his eyes flashing an angry red. "I'm a successful oil lobbyist, I've been responsible for the 110% increase in underage drinking this year alone, and I'm considered royalty in Wales and technically own 70% of Spain--"
"See? No social activity WHATSOEVER."
"Aren't you supposed to proud (author's note: whoop missing a word there) of me for being an evil prodigy?"
"I'd rather you reserve some of your evil talents for your later years," The Lord of Sin said dismissively (author's note: REPEAT WORD). "Don't want you to dry up early and all. I've seen it happen. Such a shame."
(Author's note: and then I skipped a bunch of stuff ahead to this part!)
Him looked on the verge of bursting with glee. "I've arranged you a date!"
Horror welled up in Brick's expression. "You WHAT?! It's not enough that you're forcing me to go, you can't even spare me the humiliation of--"
--
Aaaaand that's where it ends. The original direction was Him would be on Brick's case for not having a social life, so he forces him to go to Prom and it turns out the date he's arranged is with Blossom, who he briefly brainwashed to show up as Brick's date. She immediately stops being brainwashed as soon as she's there and is all "... wtf." Him chose Blossom because she's the only teenage girl he knows. Also he brainwashes Brick into going when Brick continues to resist.
Man, I thought I'd be more entertaining posting drunk. Sorry everybody.
Hey btw Quilly won the PpG Hub Drabble contest for the year! Congratulate her, she is awesome.
Maybe the next time I post drunk I'll be more entertaining.
So if anybody is reading TEF they will be happy to know that I succeeded in cutting the last of that 5% from ch9 and sent it back to beta Sunday! WHOOOO.
So here is a drunken!sbj totally fucking rejected post to celebrate.
I wish I could scan this in for you guys. I was going through a phase where I was writing everything in cursive because I hadn't done it for so long and wanted to make sure I remembered how to.
--
Blossom isn't really browsing, as far as Brick can tell. She's spent far too long in the poetry section of the library perusing the T. S. Eliot shelf, and he knows for a fact she cannot stand the man's writing.
"I know for a fact you can't stand that man's writing," he points out nonchalantly, and the crevice between the shelves frames her barbed glare. For a moment he's sorry a wall of books stands between them; having borne witness to that expression of hers (several times) and lived is a feat few can lay claim to, and it makes him a little smug. It doesn't hurt that she has a tendency to wear that expression very, very well.
A blink of those pink eyes later, though, and her gaze softens and darts elsewhere. Brick feels very tense all the sudden, something that has been occurring with increasing frequency whenever he finds Blossom in close proximity as of late.
Every time it happens now he can sense himself getting closer to reaching some internal conclusion regarding her, and he's pretty sure he isn't ready for that yet.
--
I seriously have no recollection of writing this, or where I planned to go with it. Maybe it was just a drabble?
Oooh, that shot of Applejack's kicking in now. (No, not the pony.)
Wait wait. I have more things I can post for tfr. No, that's the original super!Drama!cakes!ending for TEF. You guys definitely don't want me to post that.
Oh here we go. Have some tfr Blues!
I think I need another shot. This one isn't working fast enough.
--
"So I totally failed my Geometry test," Bubbles pouted, sticking out her bottom lip to really emphasize her disappointment.
Seated before her, Boomer laughed and paused his braiding of her hair just long enough to cuff her on the chin. "I told you to skip it, didn't I? This morning I said it: Bubbles, you're totally going to fail your Geometry test. You should totally skip class, take the make-up test, come get me, and I will totally take you to the mall where you can buy yourself lots of totally cute stuff to forget about that totally lame test."
Bubbles giggled, her bent knees involuntarily bumping against his. "I totally should've listened to you."
"Totally," he nodded solemnly.
"Say, where'd you learn to braid hair, anyway? You're the only guy I know who can do it."
"Oh, you know," he shrugged, "sometimes I like to get up early, doll myself up all pretty, and braids are totally my look--"
"If you say 'totally' one more time, I'm totally going to deck you," she laughed.
"Totally not my thing," he said through a grin.
"Agh!" She leant forward and lightly smacked him on the chest, snickering.
"Hey! You'll mess up your braids!"
"Small price to pay. I can't believe you haven't finished yet, you still have the other pigtail left!"
"I should just let you walk around with one braid coming out of your head, so everyone will think you're a total - OW! - weirdo." He rubbed at his shoulder. "You actually got me really good that time."
"Liar. You gonna start the other one or what?"
"Chill out, I will," he assured, and reached for the unbraided ponytail. After a moment of quiet, he smiled and asked, "Does Kyle know you're this demanding?"
She studied her shoes before saying, "I guess. Well, maybe." She looked up, trying to read the expression on Boomer's face, but it looked decisively neutral. Withholding the urge to give a little sigh, she shifted and slowly continued, "You know, I think I'm over the Kyle thing."
He fumbled with a wayward section of her air. "Whoops, sorry. Does Kyle know?"
--
Jesus that was boring. I'm on my way to drunk and I STILL found that boring.
Hm here's another one! Guess who's perspective this is from.
--
I am not thinking about you.
I don't spend my days thinking about what you said to me the last time we fought, or even met; I've had better things to do than feel lonely in the wake of your absence. And I do not - AM NOT - lonely. Life is better without you around. Peaceful, quiet. Something resembling normalcy.
I wonder, though, if things are exciting enough for you, or if they've descended into this bland, mediocre nothing that we call normalcy and you hate so much.
You would deserve it. That's what you get for leaving.
--
Okay have another.
Him is in this one!
--
"Because you're spending too much time cooped up in your room," Him said matter-of-factly. "You MUST engage in a little social activity once in awhile. Besides, I don't like not having any embarrassing pictures of you on Prom Night to display in the living room."
Brick goggled at his Father. "I'm not... I'm not social enough? Because I spend too much time SCHEMING?!"
"Yes, that's it!" The Prince of Darkness exclaimed, snapping his... claws. "Scheming! That's the word I was looking for!"
"But... but I'm an evil GENIUS! That's what evil geniuses do!"
The Most Evil One laughed dismissively. "Oh, my dear boy, exercise some modesty. You're not quite an evil GENIUS--"
"Excuse me," Brick said abruptly, his eyes flashing an angry red. "I'm a successful oil lobbyist, I've been responsible for the 110% increase in underage drinking this year alone, and I'm considered royalty in Wales and technically own 70% of Spain--"
"See? No social activity WHATSOEVER."
"Aren't you supposed to proud (author's note: whoop missing a word there) of me for being an evil prodigy?"
"I'd rather you reserve some of your evil talents for your later years," The Lord of Sin said dismissively (author's note: REPEAT WORD). "Don't want you to dry up early and all. I've seen it happen. Such a shame."
(Author's note: and then I skipped a bunch of stuff ahead to this part!)
Him looked on the verge of bursting with glee. "I've arranged you a date!"
Horror welled up in Brick's expression. "You WHAT?! It's not enough that you're forcing me to go, you can't even spare me the humiliation of--"
--
Aaaaand that's where it ends. The original direction was Him would be on Brick's case for not having a social life, so he forces him to go to Prom and it turns out the date he's arranged is with Blossom, who he briefly brainwashed to show up as Brick's date. She immediately stops being brainwashed as soon as she's there and is all "... wtf." Him chose Blossom because she's the only teenage girl he knows. Also he brainwashes Brick into going when Brick continues to resist.
Man, I thought I'd be more entertaining posting drunk. Sorry everybody.
Hey btw Quilly won the PpG Hub Drabble contest for the year! Congratulate her, she is awesome.
Maybe the next time I post drunk I'll be more entertaining.