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I'm pretty literal when it comes to naming stuff before it actually has a title...
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Feel free to ask about anything and I'll tell you the premise or paste you a tidbit for any of these.
I've culled a lot that I was never going to finish/write. It kind of looks... manageable.
Supernatural
- GG/Supernatural fusion
- Angsty!powers!Sam
- Werewolf AU
- AKB Justin/Jared story
- Dean Pretender!thingy
- Jess and Sam
Inception
- I was dreaming but I should have been with you instead
- Eames buys Arthur but not really wot?
- Sidekick!Arthur superhero thingy
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Feel free to ask about anything and I'll tell you the premise or paste you a tidbit for any of these.
I've culled a lot that I was never going to finish/write. It kind of looks... manageable.
Supernatural
- GG/Supernatural fusion
- Angsty!powers!Sam
- Werewolf AU
- AKB Justin/Jared story
- Dean Pretender!thingy
- Jess and Sam
Inception
- I was dreaming but I should have been with you instead
- Eames buys Arthur but not really wot?
- Sidekick!Arthur superhero thingy
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*flaily hands*
(For more flailing, see also: angsty!powers!Sam and Sam/Jess)
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Dude, werewolf is my Big Bang this year!! Set in the same verse-ish as this one (http://kellifer-fic.livejournal.com/323147.html) but a different story.
I just need to staaaaaart. *chews on fists*
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My Big Bang is currently sitting at the grand total of 500 words, so I feel your pain. /o\
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/iz ded.
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"About this," Eames persists, waving said papers under Cobb's nose. "I think someone's trying to be funny."
Cobb frowns, eyebrows drawing down. "Did someone write your Hero name in wrong? We had a spate of those last year because Mrs. Hanson's hours were cut back and she wasn't happy about it and took it out on the graduation paperwork."
"No, mine's fine," Eames says, unrolling his papers and tapping where Forger is spelled out in sparkly blue pen. "It's this one," he adds, finger edging down the page.
"That's your Sidekick," Cobb says, looking confused. "You did know you were going to be allocated one?"
"Yeah, 'course," Eames says. "That's not the problem."
"Eames, you're going to have to spell it out for me," Cobb says, starting to sound exasperated.
"That's just it. I mean, surely that's a typo."
"What's a typo?"
"The name," Eames says, throwing his hands up and out and almost ripping the paper in the process. "Surely it's supposed to be Artful, or Artist... or something?"
Cobb starts looking far too amused for Eames' liking. "No," he says and now he's actually biting his lip to stop from grinning, Eames can tell. "I can assure you that it's Arthur."
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A folder is thrown in front of him, color photos splashing across the table.
"What's this?" Dean asks, leaning forward and scooping the photos into some kind of order. He always hates this part, the introduction, because his Handler has a sense for the dramatic and Dean wishes he would just get on with it. As expected, Leyland merely drops into the chair opposite Dean and makes a go on and look for yourself gesture with his hand. "Can I ask for a new Handler?" Dean grumbles as he flicks through the photographs and file pages.
"You love me, don't try to deny," Leyland says and Dean would have something to say to that if he didn't always feel a little sorry for Leyland. Dean knew it was hard on the guy, sending agents out to do work he'd carefully put together. He'd washed out of training. Dean didn't know the exact details but while he'd had the brain capacity for the job, he hadn't had that certain something that let him actually get out in the field. The Agency was very particular about its field agents and Leyland was doomed to drive a desk until he retired.
Dean cut him some slack, but only up to a point. "What am I looking at?" he asked again because while the photos were of quite grisly scenes, there was no cohesion. He was used to tracking down serial offenders and there was always a pattern he could discern but this...
This was so disjointed Dean didn't see how it could be the work of the same guy.
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(Also, your titles are descriptive. Mine tend to be whatever the first sentence was the first time I saved, which makes it fun when I start in the middle...)
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"You call that a puppy?" Rory asks incredulously as she eyes the six foot whatever behemoth that's out back of Luke's chopping wood. Lorelai jabs her shoulder blade from behind, almost sending Rory sprawling out the screen door she's been trying to spy inconspicuously through at Luke's newest stray. Rory manages to keep her footing but makes an undignified squawk of protest and the guy looks up, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.
"You're too old for him," Luke comments from his kitchen table, levelling the knife he'd been sharpening at Lorelai without looking up at her. Rory hides a giggle behind her hand right up until the knife swings her way. "And don't you think about going anywhere near him."
"Me? Why?" Rory asks, her voice edging towards a whine as she looks back at the lovely specimen of manhood who's resumed his quite frankly lovely manual labor.
Luke looks up and flicks his knife in his fingers. "He's too... unknown for you."
"You took him in," Rory points out. "And you're an excellent judge or character."
"If that were true I would've chased the both of you off my property as soon as I laid eyes on you," Luke remarks dryly.
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Btw, was it Dean Forrester or Sam Winchester?