don't make me smack you
Holy shit, y'all. This isn't me being un-american or anything, but if one more person on lj shouts at me to vote today, I'm gonna pull a Ray Kowalski and kick someone in the head. Yikes. I get it! Voting! Yes! UNDERSTOOD.
*pant pant*
Ok. Sorry. I just have a very insane life these next few weeks, and sixty seven posts telling me to vote isn't helping relax me any. (Seriously, I was at a wake last night, a birthday dinner this thurs, a concert friday, a show sat, my nieces play monday night, a bday party NEXT thursday, a day in the city [I think] the sat after that, and ANOTHER FUCKING BDAY THING the following sunday. And then, you know, it's THANKSGIVING. So. Sorry if I'm slightly frazzled.)
Anyway, here's something funny. So yesterday I posted that crackfic, right? Well - HAHA. Joke's on me, apparently, because this morning I started writing, you know, FOLLOW UP WINGFIC. Right. uhm. Apparently I think wingfic is very hot? WHO KNEW. Right. This is what I'm saying.
The thing is, this can be like, a whole universe! (I wont say series or WIP because I dont think it'll ever be that serious) but Sam and Dean both know now that Sam has this power - this ability - and they can *use* it to their advantage, you know?
Like, for instance, they're chasing some big bad beastie one night, and the ghoul corners Dean and Dean can't get out. Sam runs up and Dean's like, "Sam - do it!" and Sam's like "Do what?" and Dean raises his eyebrows and is like "It!" And Sam's all o.O and then he's like, OH. IT. And he closes his eyes and when he opens them the ghost is like, physically recoiling from Dean's tentacles.
So Dean shoots him full of rock salt and they burn the bones and Dean is like "You know, you could have picked the one that's not so disgusting." And Sam looks at the slimey tentacles and is like, "Yeah, you're right," and closes his eyes and gives him the wings back instead.
And Dean smiles and says "Now that's what I'm talking about."
And then they wander off and fuck over the hood of the Impala.
\o/?
Also, here's ANOTHER universe-type thing. Because I started writing something one time, and then stopped because I was like, OMG DEATH BY SCHMOOP. But - apparently? - everyone I know LOVES schmoop. So.
How do we all feel about Sam and Dean finding a baby in the woods?
Because, you know, BABYFIC. And I have little snippet ideas for this, but not like, a full, actual STORY, so I could post sections and TAG THEM EVEN, and have a whole schmoopfest BABYFIC universe.
Yes? No? Should I stop hitting the bottle before ten am? POSSIBLY.
Ok. I have to nano today. And stop thinking about wings. And babies. (Maybe Sam could WISH them a baby in the wingfic universe! Oh, holy jesus, it's starting already, isnt it.)
*pant pant*
Ok. Sorry. I just have a very insane life these next few weeks, and sixty seven posts telling me to vote isn't helping relax me any. (Seriously, I was at a wake last night, a birthday dinner this thurs, a concert friday, a show sat, my nieces play monday night, a bday party NEXT thursday, a day in the city [I think] the sat after that, and ANOTHER FUCKING BDAY THING the following sunday. And then, you know, it's THANKSGIVING. So. Sorry if I'm slightly frazzled.)
Anyway, here's something funny. So yesterday I posted that crackfic, right? Well - HAHA. Joke's on me, apparently, because this morning I started writing, you know, FOLLOW UP WINGFIC. Right. uhm. Apparently I think wingfic is very hot? WHO KNEW. Right. This is what I'm saying.
The thing is, this can be like, a whole universe! (I wont say series or WIP because I dont think it'll ever be that serious) but Sam and Dean both know now that Sam has this power - this ability - and they can *use* it to their advantage, you know?
Like, for instance, they're chasing some big bad beastie one night, and the ghoul corners Dean and Dean can't get out. Sam runs up and Dean's like, "Sam - do it!" and Sam's like "Do what?" and Dean raises his eyebrows and is like "It!" And Sam's all o.O and then he's like, OH. IT. And he closes his eyes and when he opens them the ghost is like, physically recoiling from Dean's tentacles.
So Dean shoots him full of rock salt and they burn the bones and Dean is like "You know, you could have picked the one that's not so disgusting." And Sam looks at the slimey tentacles and is like, "Yeah, you're right," and closes his eyes and gives him the wings back instead.
And Dean smiles and says "Now that's what I'm talking about."
And then they wander off and fuck over the hood of the Impala.
\o/?
Also, here's ANOTHER universe-type thing. Because I started writing something one time, and then stopped because I was like, OMG DEATH BY SCHMOOP. But - apparently? - everyone I know LOVES schmoop. So.
How do we all feel about Sam and Dean finding a baby in the woods?
Because, you know, BABYFIC. And I have little snippet ideas for this, but not like, a full, actual STORY, so I could post sections and TAG THEM EVEN, and have a whole schmoopfest BABYFIC universe.
Yes? No? Should I stop hitting the bottle before ten am? POSSIBLY.
Ok. I have to nano today. And stop thinking about wings. And babies. (Maybe Sam could WISH them a baby in the wingfic universe! Oh, holy jesus, it's starting already, isnt it.)