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evil-little-dog.livejournal.com) wrote in comment_fic2021-03-06 04:00 am
Free For All
Now it's time for the free for all!
Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
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Fill: Alex Snyder, California Diaries (BSC)
7th June, 1998
1pm
Why did I even bother getting out of bed today? Screw this journal, screw depression, screw Prozac and screw these stupid fucking nightmares.
I woke up looking like shit (Yeah, big surprise. Who did you expect, Alex? Brad Pitt?) and feeling like a couple of tractors ran me over and dumped me in a pile of fertilizer.
Mom and I had a fight because I hadn’t cleaned my room. It’s kind of weird to have fights over normal things, except it wasn’t really normal because it was part of “a depressive episode”, as Miki would say. I couldn’t even look at my room. Or my summer reading. Or my personal essay (it was rehab. What is there to talk about? Plastic cups and pills?).
I’m going to the park. I’m sick of fighting my own brain.
Later
I saw three cigarette butts and four candy wrappers on my way here. What kind of Cro-Mag smokes in a national park, anyway? One spark and the whole thing could go up.
I also saw a family of three plovers, which made me feel better.
My therapist said I should volunteer here on Saturdays. Even though the thought of volunteering makes me want to hurl, I do spend a lot of time here. It’s the only place that makes me feel… halfway normal. I guess I’m more resilient than I thought. (Another one of Miki’s therapist buzzwords.)
RE: Fill: Alex Snyder, California Diaries (BSC)
RE: Fill: Alex Snyder, California Diaries (BSC)
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You see I made the decision to give you a call
'Cause sex is written and the scribbled writing's on the wall
Baby, I've been going crazy sitting in my room
Fantasizing about you has never felt so good
I can't take it no longer, ready to take it further
Victoria Beckham, "Don't Disturb This Groove".
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