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thalialunacy2) wrote2011-10-08 01:01 am
thalialunacy2) wrote2011-10-08 01:01 am
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FIC: 'Parallel Motion' - Prologue
Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Epilogue
This is a story about werewolves. It's a story about Hollywood, and homophobia, and hangovers, and poetry, and fuzzy hair and big heads, and a whole lot of shitty communication.
But, overall, it's a story about love.
Love.
And Jolly Ranchers.
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This is how Chris Pine learned about werewolves:
He came home from kindergarten and asked.
He asked: "Why does Allison Comstock smell like rain?"
His mom looked like she'd been struck by lightning. But she recovered quickly, sitting him down-- in a chair, not the couch; he's her son, not her client; there are rules about this sort of thing-- and asked him three simple questions.
"By 'rain', do you mean grass right after a storm? Or the freeway when it starts to sprinkle?"
Chris shook his head. "No, rain. Rainbows and clouds and…" He struggled for the words, his young brain just starting the fight for eloquence it would continue till his dying day. "New stuff."
"Does anyone else smell like this?"
"No," he said matter-of-factly, "that'd be weird. But Allison's just… Allison."
"Alright." His mother breathed in tightly. Then she asked the most important question. "Is Allison a girl?"
Chris looked up at her, surprised. "No."
His mother pursed her lips. Then she raised her head, and called for his father.
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This is how Zachary Quinto learned about werewolves:
Chris Pine saved his sweet ass from a pack of them on his first night out in LA.
Zach and Chris didn't meet at a party, see. Or at the gym. Or any other story they can't keep straight, pun intended. They met at a stupidly posh club, in an exceedingly misnamed 'bathroom', where Zach was being backed into a wall by a bunch of really sleek twink betas. (Looks can deceive, as they say.)
Chris had known from miles away that there was trouble, but he hadn't expected it to go down the way it did. He'd expected a fight, a scuffle, some bruises on his never-going-to-be-famous-so-give-the-fuck-up face.
But five minutes later, all he'd done was walk in the room. The betas had breathed in once, stared at him hard, then turned tail and stalked out, leaving a trail of glitter.
One of them had even muttered, "Fucking alphas," over his shoulder.
Shows what turning 25 will get you.
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And this is how Karl Urban learns about werewolves:
He gets knocked up by Chris Pine.
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But wait, that's not quite right.
And you probably want to hear the in between, right?
Let's go back.
Master Post
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I'M NOT SORRY
okay I'm a little sorry. partially.
(You're totally off the hook for reading it, you know that right? I know you love me anyways. <3 )
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(ps - loved that you got my reference hehhehhehe)
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OF COURSE I DID. I've had that movie memorized for like a decade now.
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It is so crackilicious-hilarious. Even though it is just a prologue. I love, love, love it so far. I love it when you put your quirky humour in stories. It makes them just that much more addictive.
ONWARD! To the next part. *clicks link*
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Ok, the trail of glitter did me in first--coffee all over my jeans.
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:P
I love it when I can make a woman spit-take. ;)
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too fucking right I want to heat the inbetween! *runs to read*
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<3
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*zooms off to the next part*
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:B
♥
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*claps hand excitedly*
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*click part one*
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(It's a lot)
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