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Ok, this may just prove that I am exactly as masochistic as I seem, but I want to write and since my own muses seem to have taken sick leave, I need help. Thusly:

Give me a character, a pairing, a group of people from a fandom I'm vaguely familiar with and a word, a mood, a setting and I will write you a short ficlet.

My main fandoms are as follows: The West Wing, M*A*S*H, Harry Potter, CSI, Starsky and Hutch, RPS in all kinds of ways and to a lesser extent Lord of the Rings. Your fandom not here? Fuck that, and post it anyway, you never know.

Onward she rambles

Okay, okay: To everyone who requested a ficlet, I'm putting up my own time constraint of a month. If you do not have a fic by the 14 of October, feel free to whine. ;)

It makes sense that the day I do something like this, is the day my muses return, right? I was in the middle of babysitting when Trapper, Lavender, Kathy and Art all decided they had a story to tell.

*facepalm*

I should go do...something. Vaguely school related, perhaps. I'm just so hungry. Also kind of worried, Mikkel (little brother, the elder) is at the ER right now, getting his hand checked to see if he might have broken it yesterday playing basketball. Knowing him, he probably did, poor kid. Of course, this all happens when my dad isn't home, such is the nature of such things. I'm not sure what exactly I'm going to do if they need to keep him for operations.

Hopefully, it's just another sprain. Hopefully.

I've been tired, queasy and headache-y for a week now, and it's starting to worry me. It's probably nothing, but I could do without it. I could also do without my dad banning me from taking painkillers without asking his permission first (which is so easy, what with him not being here and all). I guess I sort of understand his reasoning (bla bla mental health worries bla bla atc.) but that doesn't mean it's not a complete pain-in-the-ass. Or the head, as the case is right now.

Wow, that was whine-y. *frets*

Oh! We were discussing roomies for the Berlin trip in class today, and had weird homoerotic moment. As follows (Toby and Mark share a house, and there's an ngoing joke about the house having only one bed)

Andy: Three people in a two persons room?

Oski: I am not sharing!

Maja: Well, looks like Andy and Toby'll spend the trip spooning

Mark: That's okay. Toby and I have an open relationship.

Well. Maybe you had to have been there. But it was funny. And now? I need food. And the pizza is still not here. And Mikkel still hasn't called. And none of this is getting history done any faster, OMG!