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I'm at work...

... and there are many things to be done, but I'm not exactly in the mood to do them. I'm just counting minutes to go home. Whatever, I decided to do same thing magickslash does sometimes: post a "cookie" of my new fic. It took me too much time (almost 3 months) to be written, and I confess it doesn't make me happy but...

Vern always talked about the importance of being healthy and strong. For a man at his age the bastard was in a pretty good shape, he seemed to be healthier than the average inmate even eating same shit everybody else used to eat here. Franklin had to concede that, Schillinger was very careful with his food, avoiding too much fat and carbs. Of course his Aryan comrades were supposed to adopt his dietetic standards, just like "Vern’s personal piece of tight ass" – that’s how Robson, the half-dick asshole, liked to call Winthrop. It wasn’t easy for Franklin, because he was a spoiled brat, used to eat whatever he wanted, generally too much red meat, sandwiches, ice cream, fries... This was a normal habit to him. Eventually it’d provoke an heart attack, but he never thought a lot about it. Well, being under Schillinger’s iron fist was going to change that, he was sure of it. The Nazi patiently explained him he’d take care of Franklin’s meals. He wouldn’t let him eat too much fat or white food anymore: bread, mashed potatoes, noodles, whatever. Stuffing carbohydrates down his face wasn’t good for his health or his shape, he’d said smiling and groping Winthrop’s ass. White food has nothing but calories. It was a kind of contradiction to Vern’s lifestyle, in which the only good color was white. Anyway Schillinger firmly believed on that shit, and yesterday’s dinner was a reminder of that: Franklin sat a little distant from Vern, trying to hide potatoes on his plate. Unluckily for him his owner had seen that and yelled about his dumbness, "What the fuck did I tell you? Don’t you have anything between your ears?", while getting rid of his plate and telling Poet to give him another one, full of carrots. Only carrots. God, how he hated carrots, all his life he couldn’t stand that vegetable, but he didn’t dare to say that aloud. Scumbags all over cafeteria laughed a lot, including his ex-good friend Adam. So he just sit and ate everything on his plate, trying to control the nausea that threatened to make him puke.

Notes: dustandroses had asked me some time ago to write a drabble involving sex and food. I did that and asked desert_rifka to take a look at it. She convinced me to turn it in a bigger story, and there are some ideas all over it suggested by her.


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Nov. 9th, 2004 07:31 pm (UTC)
Passadinha rápida só para dizer que a Globo resolveu exibir Law & Order ontem. =P
Nov. 10th, 2004 01:52 am (UTC)
Mas que ódio, quando é que a Globo vai respeitar o telespectador e definir o diacho do dia dessa série?!?!?!?!?!
Nov. 10th, 2004 02:26 am (UTC)
Quer apostar que na próxima segunda-feira eles não vão passar? Aparentemente eles compram séries para fechar os buracos na madrugada. =P
Nov. 10th, 2004 11:31 am (UTC)
Pois é, continua a falta de respeito com o infeliz que tenta assistir seriados pela Globo. Estão só repetindo o que já fizeram com ER, Angel, Dawnson's Creek e tantas outras séries!!
Nov. 9th, 2004 10:17 pm (UTC)
Interesting! I like it.
Nov. 10th, 2004 01:54 am (UTC)
I'm glad you'd liked it, Aline. This monster has been killing my patience during last weeks, if I can't finish it now I'll have an Alvarez crazyness attack soon!!
Nov. 10th, 2004 01:33 am (UTC)
It doesn't suck. I'd be really interested to read more of this fic. Are you planning on sticking to canon, and having Adam die and Franklin kill Harrison, or are you taking it in a different direction? Do we get to see much of Chris and Toby?
Nov. 10th, 2004 01:49 am (UTC)
It's all about Schillinger and Winthrop, Jean. There's just brief references about Toby, but nothing else. It's not a long fic, it was kind of a day in prag's life, LOL
Nov. 10th, 2004 02:21 am (UTC)
Do you think you'll have it written soon? I'll be happy to beta, if you think it needs it.
Nov. 10th, 2004 02:38 am (UTC)
It's done, girl, totally finished (well, I hope so...). I sent it to Rifka, she'll beta it after doing the same to Aline's and your babies, *g*
Nov. 10th, 2004 02:56 am (UTC)
If you want to beta on TS, you gotta be so quick if you want to get there before Rifka, don't you? :D
Nov. 10th, 2004 11:34 am (UTC)
Girl, I'm a little dense sometimes (well, most part of times!) - what did you mean?
Nov. 11th, 2004 06:57 am (UTC)
Just that every time I offer to beta, I get told Rifka's already doing it. :D
Nov. 10th, 2004 02:46 pm (UTC)
Haaaaaaa, Bwahaaaaa, Mwaaaaaa

This morning, I feel OMNIPOTENT; I'm going to my doctor, really my PA, to get a refill on my Estrogen replacement. After I submit my Magi request, I'll be on a beta roll.

Why clean house, work, etc when there's fic to read?
Nov. 10th, 2004 03:46 pm (UTC)
Real life? Who needs it when there are so many more interesting things at fandom???? LOL
Nov. 10th, 2004 03:03 pm (UTC)
Bom trabalho, Adriana. :)Você já mostrou essa fic para a Winthropinha? Aposto que ela vai ficar muito interessada.*g*
Nov. 10th, 2004 03:45 pm (UTC)
Ainda não, Ana. Ela me deu uma assessoria básica sobre maquiagem e modelitos do Franklin, e quando estiver prontinha, sem erros, vou mostrar pra ela!
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