LOL Wedding planners would be the most cracktastic ever! Cobb vets everyone to make sure it's true love, and Arthur makes faces at anything nontraditional, and Eames wants to turn it all into a circus! Except all my attempts at crack tend to get feelings. I don't know what that's all about. Oh, oh, oh, I have thought sort of a lot about the videogames one, too. There totally would be like, the original Super Mario! And some spoiled billionaire paying their obscene fees to play like, Duck Hunt. Eames laughs and laughs and dreams Arthur into an Elmer Fudd hat, because he's cruel. And then there are serious assignation plots within the games that someone's subconscious is playing out in a mirror of RL so they have to also solve the mystery to stop a murder and not get killed in the process! Mostly though it would be about running from zombies and shooting things. It'd be like Gamer, but with less Gerard Butler and mind control. Plot is hard. I've been writing like, half my life, you'd think I would have it figured out by now.
Also, also, OMG I want that fairytale so, so, so bad. SO BAD. I can only flail about it, because words cannot express.
BWAH! Funny you should mention that, since, seriously, last night I wrote a food fight involving Skittles and candy hearts. And this:
Kurt laughs again, bright and happy, the way Puck thinks he should always be. He crushes candy pieces under his designer boots when he walks around the table again to get to Puck, his arms held wide and his hands empty. "Face the terms of your surrender, Puckerman," he says, like he doesn't doubt for a second that it's a fate Puck will gladly submit to.
Puck pulls him in with an arm around his shoulders. Kurt may be taller than Puck now—barely—but he's still rail thin to the bulk Puck's never been able to give up. When Puck tugs, he comes easily, winding his open arms around Puck's middle. The hug isn't crushing, but it's something Puck wants all the time and can't have, so it's punishing. He opens his eyes to look over Kurt's shoulder to find Quinn and Brittany watching, arms linked and heads tilted toward each other, and Puck holds on too long, but no one says a word about that.
"Oh, this is so going on the Christmas card this year." From the doorway, Matt snaps a picture with his phone, because he's an asshole and wants Puck to suffer.
Kurt chuckles, and it's almost that awkward nervous laugh from high school. He pats Puck's back once, then again, and ducks his head down to finally wipe the batter off his jaw with Puck's shirt.
"I deserved that," Puck admits, because he's totally capable of being the bigger man, when he needs to. He squeezes Kurt a little tighter, just for a second, before he lets him go, because he doesn't really want to. "Now, how about you three clean up the mess you just made?" he asks, and he even uses the boss voice he's tried to learn from Kurt's dad. He's not really hoping for a lot of success, which is good because he gets exactly none.
I am the sappest sap to ever sap. /o\ I will stoop spamming you with this now, I swear.
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Also, also, OMG I want that fairytale so, so, so bad. SO BAD. I can only flail about it, because words cannot express.
BWAH! Funny you should mention that, since, seriously, last night I wrote a food fight involving Skittles and candy hearts. And this:
Kurt laughs again, bright and happy, the way Puck thinks he should always be. He crushes candy pieces under his designer boots when he walks around the table again to get to Puck, his arms held wide and his hands empty. "Face the terms of your surrender, Puckerman," he says, like he doesn't doubt for a second that it's a fate Puck will gladly submit to.
Puck pulls him in with an arm around his shoulders. Kurt may be taller than Puck now—barely—but he's still rail thin to the bulk Puck's never been able to give up. When Puck tugs, he comes easily, winding his open arms around Puck's middle. The hug isn't crushing, but it's something Puck wants all the time and can't have, so it's punishing. He opens his eyes to look over Kurt's shoulder to find Quinn and Brittany watching, arms linked and heads tilted toward each other, and Puck holds on too long, but no one says a word about that.
"Oh, this is so going on the Christmas card this year." From the doorway, Matt snaps a picture with his phone, because he's an asshole and wants Puck to suffer.
Kurt chuckles, and it's almost that awkward nervous laugh from high school. He pats Puck's back once, then again, and ducks his head down to finally wipe the batter off his jaw with Puck's shirt.
"I deserved that," Puck admits, because he's totally capable of being the bigger man, when he needs to. He squeezes Kurt a little tighter, just for a second, before he lets him go, because he doesn't really want to. "Now, how about you three clean up the mess you just made?" he asks, and he even uses the boss voice he's tried to learn from Kurt's dad. He's not really hoping for a lot of success, which is good because he gets exactly none.
I am the sappest sap to ever sap. /o\ I will stoop spamming you with this now, I swear.