So, I want to turn these into proper prose at some point, but right now wordy outlining is all I can manage. But I might as well stick it up here as anywhere, see if anyone else thinks it might be interesting.

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Expedition 1 (June 27) - Rabbit and Cave Entrance, Undocumented Wanderings

• George finds the cave entrance chasing what he thinks is ( Read more... )

Written for borgmama1of5's prompt of "filthy, edible, underwear [Supernatural | Dean or Sam]""All I'm saying," Sam repeats for the fourth time, with a sloppily emphatic gesture that has Dean moving his own beer back for safety, "All I'm saying is that it seems very unhygienic, and I wouldn't expect you, of all people, to think it was a good idea." He leans ( Read more... )

Remember when I used to write SGA AU fic? If not, here are all the previous fics. Or subsequent, rather, as this comes right at the beginning of things: John Sheppard's mother remaking herself for the sake of love.
The best term for it is probably 'body-shock'. She's watched Rob go about his life for long enough that she can fake the social ( Read more... )

2:30 AM ficlet for you, from the randomly generated prompt "soda interesting use". Puppy is currently pretending to attack my toes.

It works better than Sam expected, which is to say it works at all--not enough holy water in the coke to do more than make the demon yell, but between that and the sudden *sploosh* of the soda exploding out of the ( Read more... )

They sleep in the tent head-to-toe, like when they bed down in the car; at some point while Sam was hiking, Dean turned his pile of tangled bedding into an actual bedroll. It’ll be a mess again long before Sam wakes up, but the effort is appreciated. He doesn’t say so, though - at least not in so many words. But he laughs at Dean’s jokes about the ( Read more... )

Continuing on from last week's snippet...

The beer's warm and the rim of the mouth slightly sticky with Dean's saliva, but Sam downs it without a thought, tension already bleeding off at the anticipation of alcohol. At least the lake seemed to be helping with the bites' itchiness. When Dean emerges from the tent again, he's stripped down to ( Read more... )

May or may not ever turn into a proper fic, but this bit seemed shareable.
In the end, Sam resorts to bribing Dean with three bags of marshmallows, one of those truly enormous Hershey’s chocolate bars, and a box of Graham crackers (sugar, not cinnamon ( Read more... )

Later, Wooley estimates the trip down at fifteen or twenty minutes; to Cody it will remain forever as one of the most painful eternities in his short life. By the time they reach the flattish place that’s as far as the locals can safely ride their animals, his awareness of his surroundings has narrowed to the fraction of a second that his injured ( Read more... )

A redux (not that anyone's reading these :P ) because there were a fair number of edits, and also there's no way I'm getting the next chapter finished in time to post today.
Wooley clearly doesn’t like it, from the way his expression goes completely blank, but Cody anticipated that. Rivet doesn’t say anything, just curls down so that his forehead ( Read more... )

Don't know if this will actually fit anywhere into Out of the Sweep of the Sea, so I might as well stash it here for the moment. One of the things I forgot to mention when I posted the first chapter of the fic is that this is really a crossover fic, it's just that the series it's crossed with doesn't exactly exist because I've never gotten around ( Read more... )