un-distractification
Okay, so I have a paper to write (about prostitution and all it's fun-ness) and since the last time I wrote and emptied my brain it seemed to help the writing process go about much MUCH quicker. SO, I'm doing it again in hopes that it helps. It may knock me out, but who cares? Alright, let's see, what brain spewage will we get today...
OH my GOSH. I read the SADDEST Pooch fanfic EVER. OH MY GOSH. It broke my heart thirty ways to shattered. Follow for tears! now go! Go read the amazingness! The last like 3 paragraphs are the true heart breakers. And if you don't know who The Losers are, you need to go watch the movie and read the comics (which I haven't done, but it is MOST DEFINITELY a current goal of mine).
Ah, yes, there have been many, many fanfic ideas bouncing around in my head for Jensen, but, alas, my Jensen-voice is practically non-existent, so I wouldn't do him, or any of the other Losers really, any justice if I attempt to portray them. And that would be a personal offense to myself if I did that. SO I just have ideas bouncing in my head about them. Like the songfic for Nunca te Olvidare by Enrique Iglesias. That mofo, if done correctly, could put ANYONE on their knees bawling...even Roque. Clay would be a bubbling mass of monogamy after and Pooch would go sob into Jolene. It'd just be THAT powerful. If done right. That idea tormented me enough to ask someone to do it, because...that kinda amazingness would be rude to just keep in my head, but, sadly, I have been ignored, or disregarded, or just plain unacknowledged. Oh well. Tis the way of life, I suppose.
Another idea I've recently had bouncing around my head is a Hoarders-gone-Losers. Everyone knows that Jensen's always buying shit online when they're out doing their thing, but no one knows where it goes. Or what he does with it, or why he even bothers to buy everything. Until one leave Cougar invites himself over, closely followed by Clay, because he couldn't help but be curious, Roque, who, of course, is just following Clay, and Pooch, who has to report to Jolene about everything that goes on when they're not out in the middle of God knows where. What they see results in varied reactions of horror and disgust. Fascinating idea no?
There was another one, but my creative brain tank is starting to run on low -- thank God or else I'd NEVER get this stupid paper done -- so nothing's coming to mind. (As you can probably tell, Jensen and Cougar and Pooch have taken over my mind. I don't think I really mind.)
For now, I must bid you adieu and work on my prostitution. Hopefully I won't fall asleep. Fingers crossed and Good Luck to me.
lAtErz <3