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I am a terrible person, and aurieal, secondplatypus, and temporalranger are horrible enablers. In that they encourage me to do the things that make me call myself a terrible person - which, in this case, has to do with how I took a patently cracky prompt for my deancasbigbang fic and ... turned it into a fic that, when completed, I won't be surprised if I'm posting to spn_dark_vault.
... and it's a humans-only-none-of-this-hunting-business AU.
In which Castiel is every stereotype associated with hipsters - he wears tight jeans, uses academic words whose definitions he's only half-aware of, likes things that are more obscure than the things you like, drinks PBR because it helps him foster the aesthetic of disheveled apathy, and wears faux-vintage Led Zeppelin t-shirts, but only ironically, because Led Zeppelin is too mainstream.
And Sam is engaged to Jessica, on the track to becoming a lawyer like he wanted to be. And Dean is friends with Viktor (who worked for social services, but eventually decided that he would do more good in the world as a counselor). ... and it's still going to be pretty dark, with a lot of hurt/comfort and a decent amount of sex.
To paraphrase Sassy Gay Friend: what, what, WHAT am I doing.
Well ... I'm going back to writing other things, and possibly prodding at a plot outline a little. But, first, Purple Dove fics (and make Meggles and mayhaps Sally beta-read them), papers for classes, email to Sean about whether or not I can present in class about the memoirs of Herculine Barbin, more fic, plot outlines (especially for temporalranger's 'Cas got brought back to be King of Hell' fic, which has the character motivations and a structuring device sorted out, but still needs to get put together more effectively), maybe reassuring notes to myself that I can open during conference week or something.
And a random rl complaint: the only thing I dislike about people having parties in Andrew's room on Saturday nights is that it means I can't just take a shower whenever I want, because the people doing shots to the My Immortal Drinking Game (TV Tropes link) need the bathroom. Grump grump, whine, complain, I would really like to stick my sore back underneath hot, high-pressure water right now, bitch, moan.
... and it's a humans-only-none-of-this-hunting-business AU.
In which Castiel is every stereotype associated with hipsters - he wears tight jeans, uses academic words whose definitions he's only half-aware of, likes things that are more obscure than the things you like, drinks PBR because it helps him foster the aesthetic of disheveled apathy, and wears faux-vintage Led Zeppelin t-shirts, but only ironically, because Led Zeppelin is too mainstream.
And Sam is engaged to Jessica, on the track to becoming a lawyer like he wanted to be. And Dean is friends with Viktor (who worked for social services, but eventually decided that he would do more good in the world as a counselor). ... and it's still going to be pretty dark, with a lot of hurt/comfort and a decent amount of sex.
To paraphrase Sassy Gay Friend: what, what, WHAT am I doing.
Well ... I'm going back to writing other things, and possibly prodding at a plot outline a little. But, first, Purple Dove fics (and make Meggles and mayhaps Sally beta-read them), papers for classes, email to Sean about whether or not I can present in class about the memoirs of Herculine Barbin, more fic, plot outlines (especially for temporalranger's 'Cas got brought back to be King of Hell' fic, which has the character motivations and a structuring device sorted out, but still needs to get put together more effectively), maybe reassuring notes to myself that I can open during conference week or something.
And a random rl complaint: the only thing I dislike about people having parties in Andrew's room on Saturday nights is that it means I can't just take a shower whenever I want, because the people doing shots to the My Immortal Drinking Game (TV Tropes link) need the bathroom. Grump grump, whine, complain, I would really like to stick my sore back underneath hot, high-pressure water right now, bitch, moan.