July's Birthday Is Actually In July? Really?
Well, the end is nigh.
Not only is it very nearly
july_july_july's birthday, but unfortunately she's also about to kill you all completely dead. I'm sorry. I really am. And it's unfortunate that SPN fandom has to end this way, because I've grown quite FOND of it over the years. And it's terribly sad that you all have to die at the hands of one of our own.
If it's any consolation, I can't think of a better way to go.
ONE FINE DAY AROUND THE
spn_j2_bigbangHOLDING PENS...
Bigbang Security Officer: *whistlewhistlewhis--* What the...?
Bigbang Security Officer: Uh, Mods? Whose fic are we sending up next?
Mods: *cracklecrackle* Some nudnick goes by the name of
july_july_july. Something about walls and ropes or something...
Bigbang Security Officer: 'Cause I got a bunch of dead people down here near the helipad.
Mods: *cracklecrackle* Oops. That's doesn't sound good. Are any of them Swedes?
Bigbang Security Officer: Did anyone PROOF this thing? 'Cause if it's fatally brilliant, we should probably slap a warning on it.
Mods: *cracklecrackle* Yeah, the guys downstairs were gonna-- Oh. Oops. Yeah, I can see how that might not work if it's terminally good.
Bigbang Security Officer: *rolls eyes* Great. Lemme find it. I'll call you back.
Bigbang Security Officer: Oh, brother...Yeah, Mods, we got a rogue on our hands. Pilot's dead. This fic is way too awesome. We can't be just releasing that shit on the interwe--
*KABOOM!*
Bigbang Security Officer: MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN! Rogue fic has BLOWN UP THE HELICOPTER. Repeat, rogue fic has COMBUSTED THE BIRD.
MEANWHILE, INSIDE THE CATACOMBS OF THE
spn_j2_bigbangHOLDING PENS...
Sam: I can't believe you got us arrested. Dragons is gonna be so mad.
Dean: Shut the fuck up. Was that an explosion?
Sam: I dunno. Simple mission, Dean. Get into Bigbang HQ, get out with july_july_july's fic. Nobody gets hurt.
Dean: I got a little hurt.
Sam: Four hotdogs, garlic fries and gassy case of indigestion doesn't count as whump, Dean. And why are you holding your chest like that?
Dean: *winces* No reason.
Sam: Oh, my fucking God. You didn't read any of that fic, did you?
Dean: I read like, two pages. That's it.
Sam: Dean! Dragons was very specific.
Dean: Oh, come off it. How fuckin' good can it possibly be?
Sam: Dragons said it was pretty mad. Like, dangerous mad. Kill you dead mad.
Dean: Oh, please. So I got a little chest pain from that stuff on page six. Big deal.
Sam: PAGE SIX?
Dean: DUDE, IT WAS GOOD. I couldn't help it.
Sam: Oh, great...
Henricksen: I suppose they think this shit is funny in Finland, do they?
Dean: I have no fucking clue. Do I look Finnish to you, asshole?
Henricksen: 'Cause I got a fireball out there where my chopper used to be, and a rumor runnin' around that some GRAD-U-ATE of the INTER-NA-SHUN-EL kind might be responsible.
Sam: Not her. Her fic. It's the fic. You need to let us outta here so we can stop it.
Dean: Especially page seventeen.
Sam: SEVENTEEN?! You read to page seventeen?
Dean: *coughsunintelligiblyintofist*
Henricksen: Lemme get this straight. You're telling me
july_july_julyhas written a fic so awesome it can KILL YOU?
Sam: Not just can. Will. The lives of our entire fandom are at stake.
Dean: Which, you know -- that could be a blessing or a curse, depending on the day and the wank.
Henricksen: Hmmmm. So, I let these guys out and help them track this fic, I become an integral supporting character. Which in this Show means I'll prolly be dead by Act Two. Or I can let 'em rot in that cell, so I become the obstructive guest starring character. Which in this Show means I'll prolly be dead by Act Two. Or I could go looking for the fic myself, and become the clueless twat who disregards all warnings and bites off more Supernatural dick than he can chew. Which in this Show means I'll prolly be dead by Act Two...
...I think I need to call my agent.
Happy birthday,
july_july_july. I honestly don't have the words or the means to express to you how grateful I am to have had the opportunity to meet you, sound off, and share the squee. You are a talented, passionate writer and a tenacious, hilarious human being, and your enthusiasm is utterly, diabolically contagious. Thank you for spilling a little of your light in my direction this past year.
As for the rest of you fangirls...
...keep your eyes on spn_j2_bigbangtoday, 'cause fire in the hole, people.
You're about to not know what hit you. *\o/*
Not only is it very nearly
july_july_july's birthday, but unfortunately she's also about to kill you all completely dead. I'm sorry. I really am. And it's unfortunate that SPN fandom has to end this way, because I've grown quite FOND of it over the years. And it's terribly sad that you all have to die at the hands of one of our own.
If it's any consolation, I can't think of a better way to go.
ONE FINE DAY AROUND THE
spn_j2_bigbangHOLDING PENS...
Bigbang Security Officer: *whistlewhistlewhis--* What the...?
Bigbang Security Officer: Uh, Mods? Whose fic are we sending up next?
Mods: *cracklecrackle* Some nudnick goes by the name of
july_july_july. Something about walls and ropes or something...
Bigbang Security Officer: 'Cause I got a bunch of dead people down here near the helipad.
Mods: *cracklecrackle* Oops. That's doesn't sound good. Are any of them Swedes?
Bigbang Security Officer: Did anyone PROOF this thing? 'Cause if it's fatally brilliant, we should probably slap a warning on it.
Mods: *cracklecrackle* Yeah, the guys downstairs were gonna-- Oh. Oops. Yeah, I can see how that might not work if it's terminally good.
Bigbang Security Officer: *rolls eyes* Great. Lemme find it. I'll call you back.
Bigbang Security Officer: Oh, brother...Yeah, Mods, we got a rogue on our hands. Pilot's dead. This fic is way too awesome. We can't be just releasing that shit on the interwe--
*KABOOM!*
Bigbang Security Officer: MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN! Rogue fic has BLOWN UP THE HELICOPTER. Repeat, rogue fic has COMBUSTED THE BIRD.
MEANWHILE, INSIDE THE CATACOMBS OF THE
spn_j2_bigbangHOLDING PENS...
Sam: I can't believe you got us arrested. Dragons is gonna be so mad.
Dean: Shut the fuck up. Was that an explosion?
Sam: I dunno. Simple mission, Dean. Get into Bigbang HQ, get out with july_july_july's fic. Nobody gets hurt.
Dean: I got a little hurt.
Sam: Four hotdogs, garlic fries and gassy case of indigestion doesn't count as whump, Dean. And why are you holding your chest like that?
Dean: *winces* No reason.
Sam: Oh, my fucking God. You didn't read any of that fic, did you?
Dean: I read like, two pages. That's it.
Sam: Dean! Dragons was very specific.
Dean: Oh, come off it. How fuckin' good can it possibly be?
Sam: Dragons said it was pretty mad. Like, dangerous mad. Kill you dead mad.
Dean: Oh, please. So I got a little chest pain from that stuff on page six. Big deal.
Sam: PAGE SIX?
Dean: DUDE, IT WAS GOOD. I couldn't help it.
Sam: Oh, great...
Henricksen: I suppose they think this shit is funny in Finland, do they?
Dean: I have no fucking clue. Do I look Finnish to you, asshole?
Henricksen: 'Cause I got a fireball out there where my chopper used to be, and a rumor runnin' around that some GRAD-U-ATE of the INTER-NA-SHUN-EL kind might be responsible.
Sam: Not her. Her fic. It's the fic. You need to let us outta here so we can stop it.
Dean: Especially page seventeen.
Sam: SEVENTEEN?! You read to page seventeen?
Dean: *coughsunintelligiblyintofist*
Henricksen: Lemme get this straight. You're telling me
july_july_julyhas written a fic so awesome it can KILL YOU?
Sam: Not just can. Will. The lives of our entire fandom are at stake.
Dean: Which, you know -- that could be a blessing or a curse, depending on the day and the wank.
Henricksen: Hmmmm. So, I let these guys out and help them track this fic, I become an integral supporting character. Which in this Show means I'll prolly be dead by Act Two. Or I can let 'em rot in that cell, so I become the obstructive guest starring character. Which in this Show means I'll prolly be dead by Act Two. Or I could go looking for the fic myself, and become the clueless twat who disregards all warnings and bites off more Supernatural dick than he can chew. Which in this Show means I'll prolly be dead by Act Two...
...I think I need to call my agent.
Happy birthday,
july_july_july. I honestly don't have the words or the means to express to you how grateful I am to have had the opportunity to meet you, sound off, and share the squee. You are a talented, passionate writer and a tenacious, hilarious human being, and your enthusiasm is utterly, diabolically contagious. Thank you for spilling a little of your light in my direction this past year.
As for the rest of you fangirls...
...keep your eyes on spn_j2_bigbangtoday, 'cause fire in the hole, people.
You're about to not know what hit you. *\o/*