So apparently sleeping more than six hours, even on my day off, is beyond me at the moment. But I am home and I have a makeshift hot water bottle (none of my usual remedies has worked on these cramps, and I am still crampy, though better than yesterday) and well, five days off in a row. So I will deal, though the cramps put a crimp in my plan to go have a pedicure and an eyebrow wax today. I will do it tomorrow instead, if I feel better.
But I am posting (and today may be spammy, who knows?) because I woke up with this thought about the new Indiana Jones movie.
THIS IS A SEKRIT BABY MOVIE! I am not sure why it didn't click right away, especially since I'd just earlier been telling
fleurdeleo about the romance novel I read last weekend (Not Quite a Lady by Loretta Chase), which was a sekrit baby story, but not the typical sekrit baby story (i.e., where the baby is kept sekrit from the father). SEKRIT BABY! BWAH!
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So I posted a story yesterday:
What Kind of Day Has It Been?Supernatural/The Muppets; Sam, Dean, Kermit, ensemble; pg; 3,300 words
Dean thinks this is the strangest job they've ever worked.
And oh my god, you guys, I am seriously overwhelmed at the response. Thank you so much. I am thrilled all y'all enjoyed it. I honestly wasn't sure how this would go over, because hi. Dean and Sam and Fozzie and Kermit and Gonzo. I mean, it sounds like a SURE THING, but then, whenever I think that, my expectations are not met, so I try to manage my expectations now, and well, they have been blown wide open with this. Wow.
This story was so much fun to write, though capturing the feel and the humor of the Muppets is harder than it looks, man. I watched a few eps before I started, to get the feel of it, and I still flailed around a lot like, well, like Kermit does in the story. But Dean tells the Boog Alou joke (which never fails to make me crack up, but then, I am a 7yo at heart), which is something I've wanted to make him do for a long time! Waldorf and Statler cameo! Sam dances! There are West Wing shoutouts (I had to bow to reality and admit that Dean has probably never watched The West Wing, so I contented myself with the Rizzo joke) and a LiLo joke. I'm a little sad that there were characters I wasn't able to include (Rowlf! Beaker!) or spend more time with (Pepe!), but I am very happy with how it turned out. This story was my antidote to finale and fandom angst, and I am kind of sorry I don't have it to retreat to anymore, at least the writing of it. I reread it and giggle, though, so I hope other people do, as well.
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Note to
cathexys and
minim_calibre: have you seen
this? I hate that I have totally broken all my fanfic reading rules (number 1 of which is "no badfic" and number 2 of which is "no wsip"), but DA fandom requires that, apparently, and she seems to update frequently and regularly, and I really do like her other stories and am enjoying this one so far.
Also, I am sad that there is no good Max/Alec/Biggs (not quite as sad as I am that there is only that one OC/Max/Alec from
yuletide, but sad nonetheless; stupid canon). And apparently no good pre-series Alec/Biggs (or would that be 494/511? which okay, I can see why that might be problematic in writing. Hmm... there could totally be pre-Love Among the Ruins Alec/Biggs, though, if I wanted them to have names. But where is it? or Max/Alec/Biggs heatfic set just before then. As a trigger for the runes? Surely someone has written this?).
Also, I think I need to write a Max/Alec story titled "My Body Has a Number (And My Face Has a Name)."
I need some kind of snarky tag for the depths to which I've sunk for my Max/Alec fix. Possibly along the lines of "I blame Jensen Ackles."
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