Cake Fear, Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Pie
It's a quiet day at work and I don't feel like attacking my backlog so I'm just going to sit on the internet and, apparently, read the comment threads on the Guardian website. Such vile pits of human depravity and self-delusion, but I just can't seem to stop reading.
Really, I should do some fic writing, but I've once again lost all will to write. I have millions of ideas, all of the time, but never seem to get the impetus to actually put any of them down on paper. And really, I get ideas from everywhere. Like watching Barbarella and wanting to write a Dean/Cas AU of it, and wandering around the British Museum and seeing a nice shiny pot with a pretty looking angel of death fortelling some poor guy's demise and wanting to write a Dean/Cas AU of that too, and then I was just reading a comment thread about "confessing your sins to God's secret police" and somehow getting the idea for a Dean/Cas AU where angels are God's SEKRIT POLICE who come and get you if you sin. Dean couldn't last five minutes. And then looking at my desk and imagining a Dean/Cas AU where Cas is a hole-puncher and Dean is a stapler... no. I really didn't think that. But I'm sure you see a theme here. And I don't even like AUs.
Stupid Dean/Cas. Making me want to write you all the time.
Also, I loved this fic. Now I'm going back to pretending to type some things into a spreadsheet.
Really, I should do some fic writing, but I've once again lost all will to write. I have millions of ideas, all of the time, but never seem to get the impetus to actually put any of them down on paper. And really, I get ideas from everywhere. Like watching Barbarella and wanting to write a Dean/Cas AU of it, and wandering around the British Museum and seeing a nice shiny pot with a pretty looking angel of death fortelling some poor guy's demise and wanting to write a Dean/Cas AU of that too, and then I was just reading a comment thread about "confessing your sins to God's secret police" and somehow getting the idea for a Dean/Cas AU where angels are God's SEKRIT POLICE who come and get you if you sin. Dean couldn't last five minutes. And then looking at my desk and imagining a Dean/Cas AU where Cas is a hole-puncher and Dean is a stapler... no. I really didn't think that. But I'm sure you see a theme here. And I don't even like AUs.
Stupid Dean/Cas. Making me want to write you all the time.
Also, I loved this fic. Now I'm going back to pretending to type some things into a spreadsheet.