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Hot Fuzz stop writing by lightningbird

fic post: 'REPLY ALL Y/N?' (hot fuzz)

TITLE: REPLY ALL Y/N?
AUTHORS: annlarimer and rosencrantz (crantz to you)
FANDOM: Hot Fuzz
SUMMARY: Danny fails at boudoir photography
WORD COUNT: 770 it says here
RATING: PG
WARNINGS: American spelling
DISCLAIMER: Hot Fuzz belongs to the boys and girls at Rogue and Big Talk and their friends.



REPLY ALL Y/N?
By Phosfate and Rosencrantz

1.33 p.m. GMT

DButterman: sent u a pic nick. picnic!

ACartwright: Learn to use your fucking phone.

1.34 p.m. GMT

Angel777: I enjoyed our evening last night, Danny, and am examining your photograph with great interest

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ourry

drabble post: Have You Considered Not Having Creative Pursuits? (hot fuzz)

TITLE: Drabble: Have You Considered Not Having Creative Pursuits? The long-anticipated sequel to "The OC." In color.
AUTHORS: annlarimer and rosencrantz (crantz to you)
FANDOM: Hot Fuzz/NuTrek
WORD COUNT: 100. Because it's a drabble. DRABBLE NERD SAYS WHAT?
RATING: PG.
WARNINGS: Stupidity
DISCLAIMER: Hot Fuzz belongs to the boys and girls at Rogue and Big Talk and their friends. Star Trek belongs to...Paramount, right?



"I canna change the laws of -- wait, apparently I can."

"This is biology, not physics,” McCoy replied.

"What do I tell Ensign Dairyman? SERIOUSLY HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN? THIS SHITE IS PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE HOW'S IT GOING TO GET OUT WHAT IF IT'S AN ALIEN I CAN'T STOP TALKING--“

McCoy pressed a hyposedative against Scotty’s neck.

“Thank...you...”


***

"Danny, what are you writing?"

"Nuffink!"

"Danny, delete this entire story!"

"You ain’t the boss of me!"

"I am, actually."

"Not at home! Now bugger off, I got to write the labour scene"

Nicholas paused. "Have you considered not having creative pursuits?"
ourry

drabble post: The Day Nicholas Angel Had to Drive to Gloucester (hot fuzz)

TITLE: The Day Nicholas Angel Had to Drive to Gloucester to Attend a Regional Train the Trainers Demo with PowerPoint, a Telepresentation from the Chief Superintendent, Role Playing Exercises, and Also There Were Tote Bags
FANDOM: Hot Fuzz
AUTHOR: annlarimer
WORD COUNT: 100
RATING: PG fer the cussin'
WARNINGS: Spelling does not apply.
NOTES: Crit is love.
THANKS: viedma says this happens every time she has to go out of town.
DISCLAIMER: Hot Fuzz belongs to Rogue and Big Talk and many other entities, none of which are me. This is just as well.


The Day Nicholas Angel Had to Drive to Gloucester to Attend a Regional Train the Trainers Demo with PowerPoint, a Telepresentation from the Chief Superintendent, Role Playing Exercises, and Also There Were Tote Bags


7:45a.m Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I get the place 2 myself. Rockatron!

9:07a.m Tea in bed w bad boyz 2. U wish u were me!

11:11a.m Watchin inside job. good shit man!

11:40a.m. When u comin home?

12:47p.m. Pork pie. Do u have pork pie? I think not!

1:31p.m. R U done yet?

2:18p.m. Bored. When u done?

2:40p.m. Bored bored bored. Oh well nap I spose.

3:29p.m. U comin back soon?

3:48p.m. I have beer yay.

4:16p.m. We got a fire estingushire? Where is it?

4:20p.m. Thankew. No rush comin home. :)

4:23p.m. Nuthin no problem.

4: 25p.m. Wut no i'm fine!
Hot Fuzz backseat driver by lightningbir

fic post: 'hard cheese' (hot fuzz) (2 of 2)

TITLE: Hard Cheese, Part 2
FANDOM: Hot Fuzz
AUTHOR: annlarimer
WORD COUNT: Eleventy-something thousand.
RATING: PG fer the cussin', bloodshed, and shit that blows up
WARNINGS: American spelling; don't try this at home even though I totally want to; slurs against the French.
SUMMARY: "Oh, God, some fucker's brought a guitar."
NOTES: Crit is love.
CREEDITS: at the end
DISCLAIMER: I no has Fuzzburger. Is Rogue's Fuzzburger!


Ten minutes later, Nicholas was sure he was dying. Going down the hill had been tricky, but he'd gone slowly and carefully, his judo skills keeping him balanced. He knew he could fall safely if it came to it.

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Hot Fuzz want monkey want monkey

fic post: 'hard cheese' (hot fuzz) (1 of 2)

TITLE: Hard Cheese, Part 1
FANDOM: Hot Fuzz
AUTHOR: annlarimer
WORD COUNT: Eleventy-something thousand.
RATING: PG fer the cussin', bloodshed, and shit that blows up
WARNINGS: American spelling; don't try this at home even though I totally want to; slurs against the French.
SUMMARY: "Saxon was all enraged and savaged the ever-lovin' fuck out of the poor cheese."
NOTES: Crit is love.
CREDITS: at the end
DISCLAIMER: I no has Fuzzburger. Is Rogue's Fuzzburger!


Nicholas Angel was vaguely surprised to find that the Swan was not only still standing, but open for business. During his time in hospital, as both patient and spectator, his mental picture of Sandford had somehow developed into one of a large, smoking crater, with decorative ironwork and flowerpots. But the door of the hotel was open, the lights were on, and pop music leaked quietly from somewhere. Collapse )