Criminal Meme
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shinealightonme . A random sampling of my many many WIPs. Note: These are all Criminal Minds - I've just about given up on my WIPs from other fandoms lol.
DISCLAIMER: My WIPs go through many revisions before they see the light of day, so please excuse any instances of crappy writing. This is hardly a glimpse of the finished product.
Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!
"No offense, Reid, but I'm really not in the mood for a heart-to-heart," she interrupts, running a hand through her tangled blonde tresses.
"I just think this is a waste of time," he maintained, looking very uncomfortable in the midst of the dark and noisey bar.
"Einstein's got his nose bent out of joint because I borrowed one of his books and didn't use protective gloves while handling it," he replied sourly.
"Can't I be one of those bookish agents who never comes out of his office?"
His eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store as they roamed over the faded chrome bumpers and rusty turquoise siding.
"Leave it to you to use big words when you're wasted."
She knows what Hotch is going to say before he even closes the door.
"I think that you would be best served by listening right now, Reid," he cut in, frowning at the skinny young man as he moved around to the other side of his desk. (Childish)
"They're just jealous of you, Spencer," his mother said, or would say on the days when she was lucid enough to find him crouched over the bathroom sink, quietly cleaning his cuts or nursing a black eye.
It wasn't how she'd planned on spending her afternoon.
"Later, my pet," Garcia assured him, directing the trio towards a particularly promising row of hangers.
Childish laughter sounded from the family room, and Hotch hurried in that direction, relief flooding him as he found his charge unharmed.
"So, you guys hit the town last night," Emily guessed, eager for some lighthearted conversation to put off the work that lay ahead of them.
The young genius sat hunched over a pile of notes, his nose so deeply buried in whatever he was writing that he hardly noticed her presence until she called his name a third time.
"...We're friends?"
Spencer shoved his hands in the pockets of his slacks, looking the very image of confused and awkward.
"Reid, I can't believe you dragged us all the way out here." (Spook)
The impact of the snowball came unexpected to Reid, who'd been casually explaining Las Vegas' average precipitation records to a half-listening Morgan. (Garland)
He's been through a lot, she defended silently, trying to squelch the mild feeling of rejection threatening to grow inside her.
Silently, he held the block out, an expectant look on his face. (Potential)
Reid merely whimpered, further burying his head in his arms.
After a really bad case, all that any one of them wants is to stop thinking for a little while.
Morgan hasn't talked to God since he was a child, but a part of him is tempted to pray - pray for some miracle to make Reid breathe again - before he remembers that God is the whole reason for this mess.
Will's not a stupid man.
"Or were you hoping I'd forgotten?"
From observing the awkward youth, he could tell that grace was not on his impressive list of attributes.
"Taking your advice," he replied absently, scratching something out on the page.
Maybe her son will write to her tomorrow.
It is only when Spencer wakes, rushing to the bathroom to cough up his last two meals, that he wonders if Morgan even knew he was dead.
"Well, he gets points for originality, but I think we have to dock a few for style," she commented, a slight quirk to her lips as they paused to survey the outside of the shop itself.
The room itself was easy enough to identify - the blinding combination of computers and colourful knicknacks betrayed it as the proverbial batcave of their resident computer goddess.
"If I'm the UNSUB, the quickest way into this room other than that door is through the window."
The pain helped, for a moment, but the distraction could only last so long.
He had had a friend when he was younger, named Jeff.
He watched as others in the crowd nodded their agreement, and couldn't help but think they were playing it up a bit - death made people remember the departed in a better light.
Derek nodded and turned back to his work, leaving JJ feeling slightly disappointed. (Sickness)
"Well, sometimes all a case needs is a fresh pair of eyes," Jason remarked distractedly, his gaze drifting over the pages of the file.
Maybe it was for the best that they weren't coming - he wasn't so sure that he could face them after everything that had happened.
He didn't appear to hear her, brushing past her without a glance.
"I'm banned from her office until further notice."
To Spencer Reid, it seemed as if he could never really leave his job at work anymore.
"I'll be eighteen in October," he rushed to add, as if the month he was born would somehow make his situation less bizarre.
Reid shrugged and put the phone back in his pocket as he punched the button for the elevator.
"We've been having this conversation for two months, Hotch."
Her absence from the room had gone unnoticed by the others, who were too wrapped up in Reid to worry about the disappearance of their newest member.
"Reid, man, you still up?" he inquired groggily, stretching the kinks in his neck.
Now, being a reasonable person, Reid knows that the team's misplaced desire to protect him did not spring up out of nowhere.
"I'm afraid the schedule won't allow it," Strauss replied haughtily, sounding less-than-apologetic as she turned a page in the report.
"Agent Greenaway," he greeted congenially, with a slight pull of his lips that might have been a smile.
"What's this for?" he questioned, picking the book up to inspect it.
"Is this the part where I clear the snow off the grave and see my own name written on it?" Reid asked moodily, folding his arms.
Okay, wow. I included a lot more sentences than I intended to. You know, if you read them all together, it sounds like one long, messed-up crack!fic. True story.
shinealightonme . A random sampling of my many many WIPs. Note: These are all Criminal Minds - I've just about given up on my WIPs from other fandoms lol.DISCLAIMER: My WIPs go through many revisions before they see the light of day, so please excuse any instances of crappy writing. This is hardly a glimpse of the finished product.
Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!
"No offense, Reid, but I'm really not in the mood for a heart-to-heart," she interrupts, running a hand through her tangled blonde tresses.
"I just think this is a waste of time," he maintained, looking very uncomfortable in the midst of the dark and noisey bar.
"Einstein's got his nose bent out of joint because I borrowed one of his books and didn't use protective gloves while handling it," he replied sourly.
"Can't I be one of those bookish agents who never comes out of his office?"
His eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store as they roamed over the faded chrome bumpers and rusty turquoise siding.
"Leave it to you to use big words when you're wasted."
She knows what Hotch is going to say before he even closes the door.
"I think that you would be best served by listening right now, Reid," he cut in, frowning at the skinny young man as he moved around to the other side of his desk. (Childish)
"They're just jealous of you, Spencer," his mother said, or would say on the days when she was lucid enough to find him crouched over the bathroom sink, quietly cleaning his cuts or nursing a black eye.
It wasn't how she'd planned on spending her afternoon.
"Later, my pet," Garcia assured him, directing the trio towards a particularly promising row of hangers.
Childish laughter sounded from the family room, and Hotch hurried in that direction, relief flooding him as he found his charge unharmed.
"So, you guys hit the town last night," Emily guessed, eager for some lighthearted conversation to put off the work that lay ahead of them.
The young genius sat hunched over a pile of notes, his nose so deeply buried in whatever he was writing that he hardly noticed her presence until she called his name a third time.
"...We're friends?"
Spencer shoved his hands in the pockets of his slacks, looking the very image of confused and awkward.
"Reid, I can't believe you dragged us all the way out here." (Spook)
The impact of the snowball came unexpected to Reid, who'd been casually explaining Las Vegas' average precipitation records to a half-listening Morgan. (Garland)
He's been through a lot, she defended silently, trying to squelch the mild feeling of rejection threatening to grow inside her.
Silently, he held the block out, an expectant look on his face. (Potential)
Reid merely whimpered, further burying his head in his arms.
After a really bad case, all that any one of them wants is to stop thinking for a little while.
Morgan hasn't talked to God since he was a child, but a part of him is tempted to pray - pray for some miracle to make Reid breathe again - before he remembers that God is the whole reason for this mess.
Will's not a stupid man.
"Or were you hoping I'd forgotten?"
From observing the awkward youth, he could tell that grace was not on his impressive list of attributes.
"Taking your advice," he replied absently, scratching something out on the page.
Maybe her son will write to her tomorrow.
It is only when Spencer wakes, rushing to the bathroom to cough up his last two meals, that he wonders if Morgan even knew he was dead.
"Well, he gets points for originality, but I think we have to dock a few for style," she commented, a slight quirk to her lips as they paused to survey the outside of the shop itself.
The room itself was easy enough to identify - the blinding combination of computers and colourful knicknacks betrayed it as the proverbial batcave of their resident computer goddess.
"If I'm the UNSUB, the quickest way into this room other than that door is through the window."
The pain helped, for a moment, but the distraction could only last so long.
He had had a friend when he was younger, named Jeff.
He watched as others in the crowd nodded their agreement, and couldn't help but think they were playing it up a bit - death made people remember the departed in a better light.
Derek nodded and turned back to his work, leaving JJ feeling slightly disappointed. (Sickness)
"Well, sometimes all a case needs is a fresh pair of eyes," Jason remarked distractedly, his gaze drifting over the pages of the file.
Maybe it was for the best that they weren't coming - he wasn't so sure that he could face them after everything that had happened.
He didn't appear to hear her, brushing past her without a glance.
"I'm banned from her office until further notice."
To Spencer Reid, it seemed as if he could never really leave his job at work anymore.
"I'll be eighteen in October," he rushed to add, as if the month he was born would somehow make his situation less bizarre.
Reid shrugged and put the phone back in his pocket as he punched the button for the elevator.
"We've been having this conversation for two months, Hotch."
Her absence from the room had gone unnoticed by the others, who were too wrapped up in Reid to worry about the disappearance of their newest member.
"Reid, man, you still up?" he inquired groggily, stretching the kinks in his neck.
Now, being a reasonable person, Reid knows that the team's misplaced desire to protect him did not spring up out of nowhere.
"I'm afraid the schedule won't allow it," Strauss replied haughtily, sounding less-than-apologetic as she turned a page in the report.
"Agent Greenaway," he greeted congenially, with a slight pull of his lips that might have been a smile.
"What's this for?" he questioned, picking the book up to inspect it.
"Is this the part where I clear the snow off the grave and see my own name written on it?" Reid asked moodily, folding his arms.
Okay, wow. I included a lot more sentences than I intended to. You know, if you read them all together, it sounds like one long, messed-up crack!fic. True story.
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Date: 2009-03-04 06:14 am (UTC)"Later, my pet," Garcia assured him, directing the trio towards a particularly promising row of hangers.
THIS. I want it. *makes vague hand gestures*
Will's not a stupid man.
Um. I mighta cackled when I read this. LIKE JUST A LITTLE. *shifty eyes*
He had had a friend when he was younger, named Jeff.
This one was one of those weird association moments, but are you a fan of Eddie Izzard by any chance? Because he's got a bit of a fixation on the name Jeff, and - nevermind.
It is only when Spencer wakes, rushing to the bathroom to cough up his last two meals, that he wonders if Morgan even knew he was dead.
Want to know more about this one, for sure. =D What bribes can I offer that will help you get more writing done? ;)
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Date: 2009-03-04 06:18 am (UTC)I had a feeling you would lol.
And yes, I am a fan of Eddie Izzard, actually. I heart him dearly (His 'Death Star Cantina' routine never fails to crack me up). But the Jeff in that sentence is actually canon...obscure canon, that is...
Want to know more about this one, for sure. =D
Oh god. That fic has been killing me for over a year. I'm doing my best with it, I promise you.
Glad you enjoyed the snippets. Thanks for the awesome meme - the whole 'one sentence only' thing makes the fics seem much more mysterious lol.
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Date: 2009-03-04 06:56 am (UTC)My roommate and her boyfriend were watching the bit recently where the password I "Jeff," so it was sort of on my mind. Although, God I love the phrase "obscure canon"
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Date: 2009-03-04 07:00 am (UTC)P.S. That was the Jeff bit that sprang to mind for me as well. "Well, the programmer was named Jeff Jeffy Jeff." XD
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Date: 2009-03-04 07:02 am (UTC)And speaking of lol: "There's always a backdoor!" Oh, Eddie.
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Date: 2009-03-04 06:58 am (UTC)These are gorgeous & lovely & sweet & FUNNY & heartbreaking, AND OMG THESE MUST COME TO BE, FULLY AND INWHATEVERAMOUNTOFTIMEITYOUNEEDTOMAKEITSO. *ahem*
I snippet:
"Einstein's got his nose bent out of joint because I borrowed one of his books and didn't use protective gloves while handling it," he replied sourly.
LOL x a bajillion. 4rlz.
"Leave it to you to use big words when you're wasted."
YES. THIS. I WANT THIS.
"...We're friends?"
I really kinda hope this is supposed to be funny in context, because if not? OW & *sob*
Morgan hasn't talked to God since he was a child, but a part of him is tempted to pray - pray for some miracle to make Reid breathe again - before he remembers that God is the whole reason for this mess.
I CHANGE MY VOTE TO THIS! Oh, Reid. Oh, MORGAN.
Why I cannot have these boys to squish & call my own? I mean, really. Reality is so unreasonable.
It is only when Spencer wakes, rushing to the bathroom to cough up his last two meals, that he wonders if Morgan even knew he was dead.
*cue the WIBBLE*
Also, of course he did, sweet pea. Depending on the fic, he totally loves your unpadded ass, with varying amounts of wholesomeness.
"Is this the part where I clear the snow off the grave and see my own name written on it?" Reid asked moodily, folding his arms.
*giggle fits* Bless you for ending with a funny one to distract from the OH NOES!
These are so GOOD. Please, please, please to let me know if ever you need self-esteem boostage, cheerleading and/or bribing. I am MORE than happy to do any & all of the above. Hee. :D
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Date: 2009-03-04 07:06 am (UTC)I really kinda hope this is supposed to be funny in context, because if not? OW & *sob*
Sorry to disappoint, but it's kinda meant to be sad in context. Though, he says it in a hopeful sort of voice, if that makes you feel better. And it ends happily.
Why I cannot have these boys to squish & call my own? I mean, really. Reality is so unreasonable.
LOL So very true.
*giggle fits* Bless you for ending with a funny one to distract from the OH NOES!
Kinda funny you said that, since the fic that line goes with is supposed to be anything but funny lol. I think I lost my angst bunny somewhere...
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Date: 2009-03-04 07:16 am (UTC)I think they might be motivating when you read other people's answers. There's nothing like good writing/movies/music to jumpstart a muse. Ha. Ahahaha. *headdesk*
Though, he says it in a hopeful sort of voice, if that makes you feel better. And it ends happily.
I figured on the sad, but this does make me feel better, thank you. Oh, Reid. If you weren't as cute as you are, I would have Really Not Liked you because you're SUCH A DOWNER. Says the girl who only writes sad!Reid. *O'Haras!*
the fic that line goes with is supposed to be anything but funny
OH, WELL, THAT'S JUST WONDERFUL. Still bursting with squee, though. Which is to be expected in these situations. :D