I'm just a few dozen pieces of a former lazy ass hippie, scattered around the remnants of a flooded town post-Supernatural finale...so, I, like, wrote a comment fic. It's either that or listen to Carry On My Wayward Son 50 times on repeat while drinking whisky and drunk dialing all the wrong people. I think this might be the better choice. Maybe
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I like the way you write, too. This was a delightfully descriptive comment fic. I particularly like this part:
Really KNEW it. The way you know that the bacon is done just right on a breakfast platter or that the bartender had made your drink just a little stronger than he was supposed to. It's one of those things you aren't supposed to know, but suddenly you do and no one can change that.
We've all had that kind of knowing before, and it's a difficult feeling to put to words, but you did a good job of it. I can instantly relate.
And this one:
His fist pounded against the door, his eyes fixed on the space where he knew his brother's eyes would be.It implies a familiarity in the waiting, like Sam knows what to expect from it and is ready for when Dean appears. Very nice. I look forward to reading ( ... )
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Also--this post was made 2 weeks after my city was flooded and in the midst of some serious emotional upheaval. I'm not usually this melodramatic.
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Avocados and Doctor Who and Supernatural are good. Thank you for the friending! I try to be awesome when the opportunities present themselves. Sometimes, I even succeed. *VBG*
I have no problem with melodramatic prose! Be giddy, be serious, be whoever and whatever you are, whenever and wherever you are it. I don't think anyone could stand to be perfectly same every day, nor would I expect them to! Besides, a good piece of writing came out of that melodrama, so that's good, even despite the bad circumstances. :)
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