we take a contrarian view
I forgot to mention that I had a girl!Sam dream on Friday night. It was kind of awesome and yet frustrating at the same time. I dreamt that she was having these dreams where she had sex with Dean, but there were always demons watching. When she told him, he was like, "..." but it turns out he was having similar dreams, sans the voyeur demons, and once she mentioned it, he could tell himself (and her) that it was obviously some big evil demonic plot and he really didn't want to bend his sister over the trunk of the car and fuck her until she couldn't walk. She was not pleased with his restraint.
Sadly, I woke up before they resolved the issue. Possibly I will need to fix that with a story. Or I could just think about it a lot.
There was fic yesterday for luzdeestrellas's birthday:
Somebody's Going to Emergency, Somebody's Going to Jail
Supernatural; Sam and Dean; pg; spoilers through Jus in Bello; 5,625 words
"Five dead homeless guys? This is your case? It doesn't exactly scream demonic possession."
I don't know what's happened to me, that I needed 5K words of plot in order to write sweaty, shirtless boys sparring and trash talking. It also features ILLEGAL HOMELESS BOXING! FTMFW! That will NEVER stop amusing me. This is the kind of story I would have never written before SPN, so I guess I'm growing as a writer. I have a whole list of these casefile-y stories now, and I still find them a lot harder and more crazy-making to write than most of the romance-type stuff I've written, but they've definitely got their satisfactions.
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have a poem:
At the edge of the music, a well.
at the bottom of the well, a way.
the way was paved with mistranslation, tape hiss.
sex and/or electricity was a wave within the way,
welling up until it drenched the music, blurring every
edge. hence the mistranslation, the reverb.
~John Duvernoy
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Sadly, I woke up before they resolved the issue. Possibly I will need to fix that with a story. Or I could just think about it a lot.
There was fic yesterday for luzdeestrellas's birthday:
Somebody's Going to Emergency, Somebody's Going to Jail
Supernatural; Sam and Dean; pg; spoilers through Jus in Bello; 5,625 words
"Five dead homeless guys? This is your case? It doesn't exactly scream demonic possession."
I don't know what's happened to me, that I needed 5K words of plot in order to write sweaty, shirtless boys sparring and trash talking. It also features ILLEGAL HOMELESS BOXING! FTMFW! That will NEVER stop amusing me. This is the kind of story I would have never written before SPN, so I guess I'm growing as a writer. I have a whole list of these casefile-y stories now, and I still find them a lot harder and more crazy-making to write than most of the romance-type stuff I've written, but they've definitely got their satisfactions.
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have a poem:
At the edge of the music, a well.
at the bottom of the well, a way.
the way was paved with mistranslation, tape hiss.
sex and/or electricity was a wave within the way,
welling up until it drenched the music, blurring every
edge. hence the mistranslation, the reverb.
~John Duvernoy
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