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Wishlist 2011, Prompt Post

FINALLY COMPLETELY FILLED! AND IT ONLY TOOK A WHOLE MONTH! Will post complete list of prompts and recipients soon.

What is the Wishlist?

The Wishlist is a multi-fandom Christmas fanfiction fest. It is something that started very small and simple three years ago. The premise was simply to write twenty-four ficlets in response to twenty-four prompts, posted between 1 Dec and 24 Dec. Fandom gifts, if you will. Since then it's grown and changed a bit.

The community and the rules in detail can be found here.

I have signed up to be a writer and if you want to give me a prompt, please leave a comment on this entry.

Rules

- I accept the first 12 prompts I am given, regardless of who you are or if I know you.

- You give me characters/pairing, a fandom and a prompt.

- If I don't know the fandom you're requesting, your prompt doesn't count. The fandoms I write in are: The Losers, Anita Blake, Mercy Thompson, (most) Marvel, DC, BtVS, LotR, Sherlock, Star Trek (2009), Dr. Who (eleventh Doctor only), Labyrinth (Bowie, not Del Toro), Hellboy, Inuyasha, Sherlock, Inception, honestly too many to list here - if you're unsure, please feel free to ask and I'll respond ASAP so that I can fill SOME sort of prompt for you.

- If I find your prompt in any way offensive, I will disregard it, too. Fair warning.

- Your prompts should somewhat match what I usually write/draw. It can be a quote, an idea, a specific situation, but the more you give me, the more I have to work with. Throwing Character X/Character Y, whatever at me is going to get you whatever.

- If you don't have an lj account, leave an anonymous comment, but make sure to sign it with a name (possibly your TtH name, if you're coming from that end.)

- I answer the prompts in the order I like best and post them here and/or in the wishlist_fic community, one a day, starting 1 Dec 2011.

Again, I need fandom, characters or pairings, prompt, and your name.

I love to write crossovers, fusions, and alternate universes...

Writer's Block: Breaking the bad

What’s a bad habit that you really need to quit?


Biting/ chewing on my lips.  This is sort of a chicken-vs.-egg thing, but my lips have a tendency to get chapped, so I bite them, so they get chapped, so I... get the picture?  The one bit of make-up/ cosmetics that I always, always, always carry with me is my chapstick.  I wear it religiously.


But, yeah, I probably ought to try not to nibble so much.


Fun fact: driving

I hate driving.  No, really.  There are several reasons (which range from holy-fuck-there's-two-tons-of-metal-coming-at-me-at-50mph to the nightmares I had as a child) for this, and the end result is that I don't actually have a license yet.  I'm working on it, though.  I've been driving on a regular basis for a few months and will probably take my test before the end of August.

During these 'test runs', I've discovered something about myself: while I live in fear of the inevitable day that I hit something small and furry, I don't give a shit about the birds.  I will encourage them to fly away (I know they can't hear me, but it makes me feel a little better), but I won't slow down or swerve for birds.

Why?  Because they're fast, they have wings, and why were they on the road in the first place?  They're BIRDS.  Unless they're carrion eaters and someone ELSE has already hit a small, furry creature that morning - they have NO REASON to be on the road as opposed to the telephone wires.

So, no I don't slow down, and no, I won't swerve for birds.  Any car I get into is a Darwinmobile.  If you're a bird, and you're stupid enough (slow enough) to get hit by a car, well, your species probably doesn't need you passing on the idgit genes to the next generation.

And this has been a Fun fact!

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If you had the option to learn the exact moment and details of your death, would you choose to know?

God, no.  Why would I want to know that?  It would either induce me to commit idiotic acts under the assumption that I wouldn't be dying anytime soon, or depress the hell out of me.  I don't think that our fate is predetermined, and if it IS - then I really don't want to know about it.  That idea is hella depressing.
Who would you appoint as Earth's ambassador to alien races, and why?

Half-joking answer: William Shatner.

Scariest possible option: Sarah Palin.

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!

The earth would be doomed.
What do you like to do when you can't get to sleep?

I like to write stories in my head.  Sometimes I'll even remember them in the morning.

Writer's Block: Trick or treat

Do you plan to dress up this year? If so, who or what are you going to be?

Already did, I went as Hermione Granger.
Have you ever closed the door on an opportunity or a relationship in order to open another door, only to realize you made the wrong choice?

Not yet, I don't think... but the fear of doing so often cripples me when I try and make large decisions.

Writer's Block: No more knock-knock jokes!

What's the most embarrassing thing your parents ever said or did in front of you, in public?


On the last night of a family vacation in Mexico, we went out to a small restaurant that offered 20 oz margaritas complimentary with each chef's special.  Six of the adults in our group of fifteen (total) ordered them and my mother ended up drinking hers AND a half of my aunt's.  On the ride back to the hotel, she started talking about wanting to go dancing while my cousin was wishing that she had another "Sex on the Beach."

This little conversation ensued...

Mom: Oh honey, sex on the beach?  Not all it's cracked up to be... sand.  Sand in funny pl -

Me: MOM!

My Aunt: Oh, Anna... who says it was with your dad?

Mom: *gasps*  Shut it, you!

Me: *dies a little inside*

Another somewhat embarrassing moment, ALSO on a family vacation... though this one is more funny than embarrassing.  My mother and I were enjoying the calm waves and looking for shells about twenty feet into the ocean.  We were also people-watching, because there were a decent number of people wandering around and, well, we're Michiganders.  Florida folk all dress funny to us.

A young man went walking by, wearing rather *ahem* low-slung shorts...

Mom: I wonder how his pants stay up?

Me: *disinterested* Belt?

Mom: No... he didn't HAVE a belt.  And they were below his hips!  How does that work?

Me: Sheer force of will?

Mom: *shrugs, laughs* I guess.

Five minutes later, Mr. Low-Slung comes walking back in the opposite direction.  When he is directly across from us on the shore, he pauses, looks at us, and very obviously adjusts his shorts on his hips... and then goes on his merry way, smiling.  My mother and I wait, gobsmacked, until he's about thirty feet down the beach before saying anything else.

Mom: Do you... do you think he heard us?

Me: Um.  Well.  Sound does carry over water...

Mom: *is mortified*

All of my most embarrassing/ funniest real life moments happen on family vacations...  Also, with that last story - he was damn fine.  Very well-defined muscles, nice hair/face, and (apparently) a good sense of humor.  The embarrassing part of that story, for me, was that it only took my mother about three minutes to go from mortified to encouraging.

Mom: Anna, honey, you should've hopped out of the water and talked with him!

Me: WHY?

Mom: Oh, come on, it wasn't me he was looking at when he *coughs* adjusted himself.

Me: *dies a little inside*

This is the same woman who half-jokingly wanted to send out cheerful "SHE'S LEGAL" notices when I turned eighteen... and yet also asked me if I was "keeping myself pure" during every visit home from the dorms.  Way to send the mixed messages there, mother.  Of course, I figure this will all be great for my future comedy tour/ book/ therapist at some later date...