write all the cliches?

[angelgazing]

Things of note:

1. I am currently trying to talk musesfool into writing a story with ALL THE CLICHES IN THE WORLD.
   
2. ... How many fanfic tropes could you fit into one story?
   
3. Shut up. I am totally not tempted to try and write all the cliches.
   
4. Though, lucky for me, jibrailis wrote The Big Sleep, which is a story where Arthur's vicious in his sleep, and Eames subdues him with petting. You guys, this is the story of my heart! Having to be stealthy to cuddle! Petting! Hating on the creeptasticness that is Edward!
   
5. \o/
   
6. Also, the awesome thing about fandom: someone else will write it so you don't have to! :DDD
   
7. Okay, so I might be considering attempting the write all the cliches.
   
8. /o\
   

Comments

[pyroclastic.livejournal.com]

I want to see Inception but I'm afraid that I'll be sucked into the fandom and I can't do two fandoms at once and I JUST REALLY LIKE GLEE, OKAY? XD

Glee.... Needs to mature. And that's all there is to it. It won't happen this season, but I suspect around the third and fourth seasons we'll get some really good stuff. A loooot of the fandom is new to fandom in general or is too young to write mature fic.

AND OH GOD I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS FIC, OKAY? AND ALSO YOU BETTER BE GIVING OUT FREE CUPCAKES WITH THIS FIC BECAUSE NOW I HAVE THE WORST SWEET TOOTH EVER. Maybe I'll go buy some frosting and make cupcakes tomorrow....

BUT DON'T SAY YOU'RE SHIT WHEN YOU AREN'T. I KINDA REALLY LOVE THIS SNIPPET. I AM DYING TO SEE THE REST.

You need to have Kurt sucking on a lollipop and Puck turning to absolute goo over it. Just saying. 8D

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to lie, the Inception fandom is pretty much a dream come true, for me. I don't know how or why. It's MAGICAL. It's like... everything I could want, it just appears! Having two fandoms is totally doable! And, and it gives you a place to turn when one of them is frustrating you! I... actually have a lot of fandoms. My friends say their fandom is like their boyfriend, and I'm out there slutting it up with whatever fandom looks attractive. But whatever, I always have fic to read.

Glee really does need to mature. And I'm sort of waiting for a big wank to start, because I think that's the only way a lot of them will learn what they're doing wrong? Warnings! WARNINGS ARE YOU FRIENDS. Also, stop turning Kurt into a Mary Sue, dammit. But I realize it's just that most of the people in that fandom haven't been IN a fandom long enough to learn the ropes of proper do's and don't's.

I am giving out recipes in the fic? LOL I'm TOTALLY RESEARCHING, okay. Every food thing mentioned actually exists, and I am helpfully linking to them, because lord knows I could never successfully make a quarter of them. lol It's not that I can't cook, it's that I get bored halfway through and go to check my f-list and forget I have something in the oven. /o\

But thank you! LOL I'm really just showing you the parts I don't hate as much as the rest though. It's... UGH. I don't even know.

Um. I have Kurt chewing on a pen?

Mondays are the days when Kurt lets himself have a treat. And Puck get to be the one to pick it out, always trying to out-do himself. Puck spends more time planning on what he'll make Kurt than he does the specials for the rest of the week.

Kurt rolls in around five, with gallon-sized thermoses of his prissy gourmet specialty coffee for each of them, and a garment bag slung over his shoulder with his outfit of the day. He's wearing knee-high boots, old men's soft, light blue cotton pajamas, a knit cap, three scarves, and an oversized red coat. He still has the faint traces of lines from creases in his pillow on his cheek, and the buttons on his shirt are pearly white and gigantic.

He almost faceplants on the counter next to where Puck is standing, and Puck laughs, flicks the back of his neck softly, and hands him a plate. This week, he's gone with chocolate and raspberry filled crepes. Kurt hums happily around his first bite, and licks the tines of his fork clean before he passes Puck his coffee. The coffee is bliss, the way it is every week, no milk and the perfect amount of sugar.

They sit in the near dark and eat breakfast, drinking their coffee out of personalized mugs that Brittany and Beth had painted for them one afternoon when business was slow and Shelby was in the mood for something sweet. They don't talk about work, because once their plates are clean that'll be their entire lives for the next five and a half days. The only sound in the place is the radio playing songs they used to sing and the ovens humming along.