jagged and rocky the way desire used to be
Apparently, Jensen has two songwriting credits on Steve Carlson's upcoming album. I don't know whether to snicker, to go "Aw, Jensen," or to cringe.
Mocking was so much easier when I didn't turn into a 13yo girl with a crush about him like him so much.
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The plan for today:
= work, which, sadly, will probably get busy in about an hour
= answer some comments - I am probably not ever going to get to everything that's piled up over the past few weeks, but I'm going to try to get to as much as I can
= read some fic
= write
So to get organized on that last one, some works in progress I would like to actually make progress on sometime soon:
+ the one with the wild hunt, possibly titled The Wild Hunt, 'cause I'm creative like that
+ Angel Maintenance (post-saving Dean schmoop)
+ What Kind of Day Has It Been (wacky crossover)
+ Shibboleth (first time Wincest)
+ the It's a Shame About Ray story (casefile)
+ Built for Hurricanes (girl!Sam)
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Is it me or is it weird when someone posts a story and you're like, "Hey, I wrote a story just like that!" I don't mean plagiarism, I just mean, a story that has the same exact premise, when it's not just "get A and B together." And I don't mean weird in a bad way, just... weird. And possibly a little pouty in the "But I already did that! Wasn't that good enough?" way. Hmm...
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The Bar Closes (But You Don't Want to Go Home)
While the man you love bites stories
into someone else's back, there's a flicker
in your eye only seen in late-night
television (the heroine stretching her face, half-
grin, half-cry), all you've done wrong
clarified in a liquidy theme song.
You say, the only party is my party, the only
death worth dying is the disastrous one.
If everything was black and white,
darling, the world would look more
like an afterlife, certain and grand
and unexplainable. But even the shoreline
against the city tonight is indecisive,
jagged and rocky the way desire used to be
before you knew enough to know it was desire.
~Aaron Smith
***
Mocking was so much easier when I didn't turn into a 13yo girl with a crush about him like him so much.
***
The plan for today:
= work, which, sadly, will probably get busy in about an hour
= answer some comments - I am probably not ever going to get to everything that's piled up over the past few weeks, but I'm going to try to get to as much as I can
= read some fic
= write
So to get organized on that last one, some works in progress I would like to actually make progress on sometime soon:
+ the one with the wild hunt, possibly titled The Wild Hunt, 'cause I'm creative like that
+ Angel Maintenance (post-saving Dean schmoop)
+ What Kind of Day Has It Been (wacky crossover)
+ Shibboleth (first time Wincest)
+ the It's a Shame About Ray story (casefile)
+ Built for Hurricanes (girl!Sam)
***
Is it me or is it weird when someone posts a story and you're like, "Hey, I wrote a story just like that!" I don't mean plagiarism, I just mean, a story that has the same exact premise, when it's not just "get A and B together." And I don't mean weird in a bad way, just... weird. And possibly a little pouty in the "But I already did that! Wasn't that good enough?" way. Hmm...
***
The Bar Closes (But You Don't Want to Go Home)
While the man you love bites stories
into someone else's back, there's a flicker
in your eye only seen in late-night
television (the heroine stretching her face, half-
grin, half-cry), all you've done wrong
clarified in a liquidy theme song.
You say, the only party is my party, the only
death worth dying is the disastrous one.
If everything was black and white,
darling, the world would look more
like an afterlife, certain and grand
and unexplainable. But even the shoreline
against the city tonight is indecisive,
jagged and rocky the way desire used to be
before you knew enough to know it was desire.
~Aaron Smith
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