[Warning: Art contains mild spoilers for the story, just to be safe]
Hey, it's already time for
spn_j2_bigbang! And I totally didn't wait until the last minute to do the majority of the work this time!*
*You filthy liar.
Anyway, this year was super special because - in a marvelous intervention of fate - I happened to claim my numero uno
blackrabbit42, who not only writes fantastic stories, but is understanding of all that is Ashley and my habit of doing either zero art or more than 24hrs straight of art with very little in-between. Thank you for being so awesome! And of course, thank you to
wendy for doing this every summer.
But seriously, y'all. Read this fic. It'll rip your heart out and you'll feel emotions you didn't even know you had, but it's worth it. Completely.
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Title: The Persistence of Memory
Summary: Come, sit down in front of me. Take a picture. Get out your phone and write yourself a note. Something like. “I am sitting in front of a boy named Jared. He has brown hair that’s on the longish side for a boy and blue grey eyes. About 6’3”. Remember him.” Then walk outside. Take a walk around the block. I’m not even going to tell you to come back and sit down with me again, because you won’t remember. But here’s the strange thing. Later, if you looked at your phone, you wouldn’t find a picture of a boy you don’t recognize. You wouldn’t find a confusing note. Because they wouldn’t be there. And that wouldn’t strike you as odd, because you wouldn’t even be thinking about it.
Read the fic
HERE!
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POV switch headers:
Jensen's Closet Artwork (If No One Can Remember You, Meet Here):
The bane of my existence:
And because I'm always wary of my gif-making abilities, here are both frames (minus the vanishing):
I've recreated more paintings the past few days than I have in my entire lifetime. Happy Finding Dory Day, here's a butt painting.