meeeeeeeeeeeeeme!

[meretricula]

because the cool kids are doing it. and if aramley told me to jump off a bridge, well. I would assume she had a valid reason.

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

this is not going to be all that entertaining because one of my favorite parts of writing fics is coming up with titles. so almost everything has a title. oh well. (also I am not posting the stuff in my "fics I am not currently writing" folder because honestly I'm not currently writing much but that shit is from high school. some of it's probably from middle school, tbh. it's beyond abandoned.)

30 romances themes.txt
50 lovequotes themes.txt
101 kisses themes.txt
derivative
echoes of indian summer
ficbits (this is where I stick random commentfic or ramblings so I won't lose them)
ficmeme (someday, I swear, I'll write the rest of them)
five teammates francesca fabregas never had.rtf
love is a rhythm (you are the music).rtf
musical titles (this is not fic, it is from my pretentious phase [haha "phase" implies you're over it looooool] when I liked the idea of writing fic to fit with the movements of pieces of music and started collecting likely titles, though looking at it hey suite populaire espagnole would be pretty fun as a football fic NO STOP THIS HIPSTER CRAP VERONICA)
signal prequel dialogue (oh god just looking at this makes me feel guilty)
sings the revolution.rtf
what little girls are made of.rtf (the first conception of sings the revolution)
where only your thoughts have been.rtf

ask if you're curious about any of them, I will tell you what they are/post a snippet it you like!

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[meretricula.livejournal.com]

sings the revolution is my cornerflag fic! so you have seen it, though I guess I've updated that post a bit in the interim. random scene:

IMAGE DESC. Two men, one middle aged, one much younger, both wearing FC Barcelona scarves, jumping to their feet in the stands of a football stadium. They are surrounded by fans in red and white. A dark-haired woman wearing an Arsenal jersey, still seated, is dragging at the sleeve of the younger man; her other hand is over her eyes.

VOICE-OVER.
INT: So I was going through footage of the 2006 Champions League final and I found something -

FF: Oh, wow.

INT: So that is you?

FF: Wow, that's amazing. I can't believe somebody - well, I guess it probably looked pretty funny, even if they didn't recognize us. Yeah, that - wow. That's crazy.

INT: So, 2006 -

FF: Yeah (laughter). Yeah, it's funny, you know, because I look so - gosh, I look pissed, don't I? If Barça had scored against anybody else in that final, you know - I mean, my whole family, we're Barcelona fans, my granddad brought me and my brother to the stadium when we were babies, I've been a socio since birth. And Leo Messi's one of my best friends, I was really happy for him. But that was my brother down there on the pitch, you know? That was my team. And then (laughter) I was sitting with Geri Pique and his dad, and - Geri is Carlos's best friend, so Carlos got us the tickets, so we were sitting with the Arsenal fans. And Geri's a great guy, you know, I've known him since we were eleven or something, he's fantastic, even if he is a fucking Manc, excuse my language. But him and his dad, you cut open a vein, they'd bleed blaugrana, they didn't care who was sitting around them. I was afraid we were going to get lynched.

I am ridiculous~~~ haha anyway. looking forward to seeing what you've got! :D