Writing thingy.

[evilbeej]

The first fifteen people to comment on this post get to request a drabble (real drabble: 100 words exactly; fake drabble: more or less 100 words) from you. Post all fandoms you're willing to write for.

Stolen from infinitepryde.

Generation X (the comic series, not the made-for-tv-movie)
Excalibur (first series)
Legion of Super-Heroes (any incarnation except Grell)
Star Trek: TNG & early DS9
Sliders (early)
seaQuest
Bordertown
Young Justice
WEIRDASS CROSSOVERS ARE WELCOME
If you want something you don't see, ask; if I don't know who the hell they are, I shall laugh at you.

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[evilbeej]

Ayla Ranzz squinted at Quinn Mallory, leaning against the railing on the second floor of Emil Hamilton's lab; he was arguing with Brainiac 5, and neither of them was speaking English. Or Interlac. "He always like this?" she asked, gesturing at the two boys on the first floor.

Wade Wells made a horrible sound with her straw in her nearly empty bottle of pop. "Yeah. You always wear spandex?"

"It's not spandex."

"It looks like spandex."

"It's /not spandex/. Are you always this much of a bitch?"

"Depends. Do you always pick on strangers?"

"Only when I can't understand their arguments."

"Fair enough. And no, he's not."