Disclaimer: Uh...I don't get it...You know I don't own anything you recognize right? Good. Now you do. Read on and be amazed and/or disgusted depending on your sexual orientation and your knowledge of pineapples.
Title: THE Author's Note to RULE Them ALL! Yes, even that squirrel named Bert.
Hello peoples of all shapes and sizes. I have posted this relatively disturbing authoress' note to say that this story is on hiatus as of a couple of weeks ago...probably. I mean, it iz on hiatus but I don't remember when I decided to put it on hiatus. Roll with me here.
If anyone knows why this story should or should not be hiatus-ed then let she or it speak or forever ever ever ever ever ever ever hold their piece. Not that I want reviews or anything. What I really like are not reviews. Yep. Lots and lots of not reviews from not people who don't not not like my not story which is really an abomination of all that is fanfiction. I'm a very busy hobbit with lots of not things to do with my increasingly lessening time. So there. Now go away.
P.S.
I will so totally not be writing for a little while due to extraordinary lack of brain activity and large doses of school work in the form of homework and projects given by unhappy alcoholic teachers with much too much time on their hands. Thank you for probably not understanding but reading this absurdly posted A/N.
Final Words:
(That Aren't Really Final Because This Story Is Just On Hiatus And Not Permanently Left To Fester On My Currently Foul Profile Like Some Wart On Someone's Bum)
Jack: Um...wha's goin' on?
Will: Don't forget the tacos.
Elizabeth: Why do you keep killing me off? Am I really that bad?
- emphatic nod from Lizzie haters-
Gov. Swan: Oh dear, what am I doing here? Is that...a llama?
Lorenzo: I'm fabulous.
Normal Guy: Later. -a random person smacks NORMAL guy on the head with a penguin-
Edward Elric: Will I ever get taller! -Lorenzo gives Ed high heels-
Rest of the Crew:...Why don't we get individual Final Words like the rest?
Authoress aka CS: Because I forgot all your names and I'm too lazy to write them out.
Johnny Depp: Do you want to see me take my shirt off? -fangirls (and a few guys) nod emphatically-
Johnny brings his large hands to the hem of his shirt and starts to tug his shirt up. His dark eyes are darker all of a sudden and his lips are curled in a playful smirk. You watch, enraptured, as he slowly brings the shirt up past his pants. You can see his hair curling on his forehead, the sweat running down his face. You inch closer and Johnny touches your face with one hand and continuing to slowly raise his shirt with the other. You close the distance and finally ki-
WE INTERRUPT THIS SPECIAL SHOWING FOR A TOTALLY POINTLESS AND HORRIBLY TIMED INFOMERCIAL! 1shiftkey
Orlando Bloom: I would like to say that I am horribly affronted at your attention to Johnny and not to me. I'm way hot and my first name is plain adorable. I demand that you worship me. -fangirls (and some guys) start bowing down to giant posters of Orlando Bloom and writing steamy fanfictions featuring Orlando Bloom-
Orlando Bloom: Thank you. Now, wanna see me take my shirt off? -ALL nod emphatically-
Orlando looks positively delighted to see this and his smile is gorgeous. He licks his lips sensuously and the cameras that are focused on his face suddenly explode into fireworks. His intense eyes are focused only on you. They are dark and full of bubbly amusement at your face which is suddenly not apart of you any longer. His hands remained curled at the hem of his dark blue shirt and you fervently wish that he would get on with the show. Suddenly- like a few daydreams you've had- he begins to shuck his shirt. You glance a lithe torso and then your eyes are drawn to his face which is right in fro-
I INTERRUPT TO SAY THAT THAT'S ALL FOLKS! Please feel free to discuss this piece of steamy goodness with your parents and any other potentially over reactive persons in your life. This was completely pointless but entirely unnecessary.
STORY NOW OFFICIALLY ON HIATUS. Uh...NOW!