Name three fics you think I will never, ever, ever write. In return, I will attempt to write a snippet of one of them. (Or at least I'll tell you something about it.)
Blair as a bible thumping Christian who hates gays
You didn't need that last bit. There ain't no such thing as a bible-thumping Christian who doesn't hate gays. And women. And anyone who isn't white and/or wealthy. Bastards.
Okay, this would have to be a Blair who was raised by his Daddy, not by Naomi. Maybe she's dead, or maybe that's just what Blair's been told, but he's never known her. He was raised on a diet of ignorant bullshit but when someone beats the shit out of you if you dare to question it, you quit questioning soon enough. Or at least you get good at pretending. Blair's good at pretending. He makes a fair preacher, too: lots of fire and passion, enough to get the young girls hot and panting for a little private tuition.
But that was back home. Just now he's living in the big city, getting a college degree (kinda late, 'cause he wasn't allowed to leave home until he turned 21 and Daddy believed he wouldn't get himself in trouble). He gets involved with a Christian group on campus and during the summer they plan a protest at the city's gay pride march. Blair's not the ringleader, but he's definitely on the committee. They're not gonna do any real harm, just wave some banners, and hand out some literature explaining how AIDS is Jesus' way of cleansing America of its homosexual taint.
It's weird how no one at the march seems to respect their right to free speech. Things turn nasty and it turns out a couple of Blair's friends came packing. You know, just in case. Some people get hurt. Blair doesn't know how bad it is, but he gets handcuffed by this homo in tight leather, who actually turns out to be a real cop.
Blair thinks he's in deep trouble. And it's so not his fault: he wasn't the one packing a gun. He's not that stupid. But they let him go. Someone explains that the cop who arrested him told the DA Blair wasn't part of the violence. That pisses him off more than being arrested. It takes him a whole week to swallow his pride and find out the cop's name so he can say thanks.
(And I'm not sure there's a happy ending to this one, but that's as far as I can go off the top of my head.)
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You didn't need that last bit. There ain't no such thing as a bible-thumping Christian who doesn't hate gays. And women. And anyone who isn't white and/or wealthy. Bastards.
Okay, this would have to be a Blair who was raised by his Daddy, not by Naomi. Maybe she's dead, or maybe that's just what Blair's been told, but he's never known her. He was raised on a diet of ignorant bullshit but when someone beats the shit out of you if you dare to question it, you quit questioning soon enough. Or at least you get good at pretending. Blair's good at pretending. He makes a fair preacher, too: lots of fire and passion, enough to get the young girls hot and panting for a little private tuition.
But that was back home. Just now he's living in the big city, getting a college degree (kinda late, 'cause he wasn't allowed to leave home until he turned 21 and Daddy believed he wouldn't get himself in trouble). He gets involved with a Christian group on campus and during the summer they plan a protest at the city's gay pride march. Blair's not the ringleader, but he's definitely on the committee. They're not gonna do any real harm, just wave some banners, and hand out some literature explaining how AIDS is Jesus' way of cleansing America of its homosexual taint.
It's weird how no one at the march seems to respect their right to free speech. Things turn nasty and it turns out a couple of Blair's friends came packing. You know, just in case. Some people get hurt. Blair doesn't know how bad it is, but he gets handcuffed by this homo in tight leather, who actually turns out to be a real cop.
Blair thinks he's in deep trouble. And it's so not his fault: he wasn't the one packing a gun. He's not that stupid. But they let him go. Someone explains that the cop who arrested him told the DA Blair wasn't part of the violence. That pisses him off more than being arrested. It takes him a whole week to swallow his pride and find out the cop's name so he can say thanks.
(And I'm not sure there's a happy ending to this one, but that's as far as I can go off the top of my head.)
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