But, you know, putting aside all that business. Lately I've been writing a lot, but on a lot of different things, which makes me weirdly antsy because I haven't finished any of them. Yet. And then
svmadelyn mentioned that she was doing the WiP meme and so...A Deeper Season
Clark: So, like, I'm not Superman yet, am I?
Lex: Why the hell do you like me?
Chloe: Does your boyfriend kill people? No, I mean, really?
Pete: You're gay and you didn't tell me. You ass.
Lois: I'm scary. Fear me, Clark. Fear me.
Photocopier: I AM SCARIEST.
Everyone: Oh, yeah. You sure as hell are.
Author: *facepalms*
Everyone: You realize that you haven't written anything on us in like, a year.
Author: Time is such a subjective thing, really...
Lex: No, it really isn't.
Author: Hey man, how much play have you gotten *already* in this fic?
Lex: Point taken.
Clark: *bounces* I got laid.
Pete: You're gay and you didn't tell me. You ass.
Author: You are all OUT OF CONTROL.
Lois: And you *love* it.
Amends Clark:
Clark: I feel guilty. A lot of the time.
Chloe: Victoria's sleeping with Lex again.
Clark: OH HELL NO, HO.
Lex: Why the hell should that bother you?
Clark: Do I get to sleep with you in this story?
Lex: Niiiice evasion, Kent.
Author: Shut up, all of you. Go drink lattes.
Victoria: I think I'll take a bath instead.
Lily and James Potter!Fic:
Lily: I'm young. And you're young. We're all young people here.
James: Marry me and have a million of my babies.
Lily: You're not getting the fact that I'm way too young for that kind of business yet, are you?
Author: This is not a self-insertion. No, really. *whistles*
Remus: Sirius, please. Not in public.
Sirius: Your zipper's stuck.
Author: How about them Yankees?
Lana Deals with Chloe's Death!Fic:
Lana: You realize that you haven't written a word of this down yet.
Chloe: I'm way dead.
Pete: Check out how married to Lana I am.
Lana: No, really, not a word has been written down. You get that, right?
Author: Go buy something pink, dude.
Lana: I can't! I'm sad and married to Pete and thinking about Chloe, and yet still utterly incorporeal as you haven't written this yet! And I am not really sure I'd say incorporeal, so even in this meme you're fucking me up. See? I don't curse either.
Author: I really hate you. A lot.
Chloe: I'm like...*very* dead.
Lana: And so are my parents.
Author: You know, I'm a very funny person, it has been said. I look at all my fics and am like "Whoa, am I secretely heavily depressed? Or do I just write about depressed people? Or does my secret heavy depression cause me to gravitate *toward* the heavily depressed characters, and wow the length of this thought is way out of proportion to my interest in it."
Chloe: See, no one else here seems to be impressed by how very dead I am.
Clark: I don't get to have sex in this story either, do I?
Author: I got nothing.
