I kinda miss them already
The way it used to be, when I was so profoundly sad I could only smile and play it off when asked what the matter was, I would write fic about Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki finding something a little close to solace. I would make it hurt, but ultimately let it be good, because that's how you ever accomplish anything (or so I've been told.)
But it's actually been such a long time since I knew what I was talking about. I mean, I wrote Kangaroo Jack, and it seemed like I got these boys, I knew their story. But I was going through my icons today and realized-- I don't actually know who these people were. I didn't connect; therefore, I couldn't write about them.
So now, when I'm sad, I buy Kleenex. I call my friends, and sometimes I flip through old fic ideas that were meant for J2 but now seem to be much more Ben Whishaw-oriented (he's up there in the icon.)
It seems I've arrived to the end of an era.
But it's actually been such a long time since I knew what I was talking about. I mean, I wrote Kangaroo Jack, and it seemed like I got these boys, I knew their story. But I was going through my icons today and realized-- I don't actually know who these people were. I didn't connect; therefore, I couldn't write about them.
So now, when I'm sad, I buy Kleenex. I call my friends, and sometimes I flip through old fic ideas that were meant for J2 but now seem to be much more Ben Whishaw-oriented (he's up there in the icon.)
It seems I've arrived to the end of an era.