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Evening all! (or Morning, Afternoon, Night...depending on where you are :D)
The deadlines for fic and art grow ever closer (la la la....I'm not listening...) and I'm just here to ask how you all are doing? Writing, scribbling, painting, vidding - let us know how it's going. And feel free to use the comments to ask for pointers, opinions, help with certain details, or simply just to flail and cry and share the misery! *g*
Please pop over to the recent 'What's happening next' post to check on the schedule for the coming month and find out how the submitting and posting process will progress.
Lastly, I have a couple of...er...useful(?) links for those of us not quite in the zen space about our stories and/or art yet...
Fanfiction Generator - enter a few words and it creates a whole story for you. Coherence and well-thought-out plotline most definitely optional, but it's a hoot and a half and great distraction material!
Online Paint - I have lost HOURS arsing about with this. I don't know why it's so addictive - something about the virtual paintbrush I think. But see...this is the kind of masterpiece of the Lads (or at least one of them) that you could be creating...
Good luck all!
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That ain't no bleedin' drabble!
Date: 2011-08-25 08:12 pm (UTC)It was Christmas Eve. bodie sat siftly on the bed, sipping exquisite eggnog.
He looked at the experienced wall hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, doyle had hung it there, just before they looked at each other throatily and then fell into each other's arms and kissed each other's cock.
If only I hadn't been so intelligent, bodie thought, pouring a tough amount of rum into his eggnog. Then doyle might not have got so ethereal and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a muscular tear and held his mouth in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a masculine voice lifted strenuously up in song.
I'm dreaming of an irritable Christmas
Just like a rotting smoked haddock
bodie ran to the door. It was doyle, looking fey all over with snow.
"I missed you angrily," doyle said. "And I wanted to kiss your cock again."
bodie hugged doyle and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," doyle said.
"I think so too," bodie said and they kissed each other's cock until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted cat arse and lived shyly until bodie got drunk again.
Re: That ain't no bleedin' drabble!
Date: 2011-08-25 08:51 pm (UTC)vulgarbold, I heartily approve of the amount of 'cock kissing' going on here. *g*Re: That ain't no bleedin' drabble!
Date: 2011-08-25 11:40 pm (UTC)Re: That ain't no bleedin' drabble!
Date: 2011-08-25 11:44 pm (UTC)Re: That ain't no bleedin' drabble!
Date: 2011-08-25 11:48 pm (UTC)