Some memes and such
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errant_janeIDEFK you guys. I cannot for the life of me focus. So I will meme instead? About all the things I could be working on, but am not...
When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
2nd person POV fic, because sometimes I want to write fic that nobody will read?
Die young and leave a pretty corpse. Of all the sayings you relate to... Actually, you were supposed to die young and leave no corpse. It was one of those early lessons: don't leave evil with something to torture those you leave behind. Except that wasn't supposed to be your responsibility. It was Sam's.
It was so easy to be angry about it afterward, when you were fresh out of hell with the sun beating down on your back, such a different, welcome heat. So much easier to be angry when you thought that Sam had made some sort of deal than to deal with the waves of shame and relief at being out of the pit.
Easier than remembering that for thirty years, the only words you said were, "No" and "Sam". They were the only words you could bring yourself to beg with. Until the day you stopped begging.
***
Jimmy fic started after, well, the Jimmy episode. IDK, maybe I'll come back to this?
Jimmy isn't really sure why he lies to Sam and Dean. Maybe it is simply that he wishes it were true. That all he remembers as Castiel's corporeal host is bits and flashes. That he didn't have a front-row seat to the swift and terrible vengeance of the Lord. That he doesn't have forever burned into his imagination the sight of broken and bloodied celestial beings. Special Jimmy, who could see their true forms, and the extent to which the forces of hell could truly harm them. His idea of "eternal" had definitely been reassessed since inviting Castiel into his body.
Maybe he lies to them because he simply doesn't have the words to explain what it's like to be a prisoner in your own body. He knows that mortals possessed by demons must have a similar experience, and he wonders if the difference is in knowing that the being controlling you is a righteous. He wonders if that should be enough to matter, or if it is just that his faith isn't as strong as he thought it was.
It does matter. Did matter, he tells himself, because he's out. It was just hard to remember at times, when all he could do was watch. Trapped in his own body, unable to talk or feel anything, cut off even from Castiel, because while he is righteous enough to serve as a vessel, it is not enough for him to be privy to Heaven's plans.
***
Zach fic for Kassie (in BNFverse). I got this far and then got stuck. It happens.
Once upon a time, the fabulousness of Zach's world was comprised of the fact that he had a good job and a tiny blonde BFF whose fierceness was universally recognized. This era in Zach's life was a peaceful one.
Then Zach made two major mistakes. Their names were Chris Pine and Misha Collins. Thus, Zach's life moved from his peaceful era to the one he likes to label: FML.
The Misha thing Zach justifies because the man is bizarre and interesting and will quite happily bullshit for hours with Zach about topics that get him blank and baffled stares from other people.
Chris is, perhaps, simply an exercise in self-torture. He's the douchbag fratboy who will spontaneously bust out with some off-hand comment about string theory between a story that starts out with, "So, this one time I was so fucked up that—" and one about rescuing a stray puppy in the parking lot of a strip club.
***
I’m kinda sorta working on Mishafic now? IDK, I have "Oooh, shiny" disease today.
When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
2nd person POV fic, because sometimes I want to write fic that nobody will read?
Die young and leave a pretty corpse. Of all the sayings you relate to... Actually, you were supposed to die young and leave no corpse. It was one of those early lessons: don't leave evil with something to torture those you leave behind. Except that wasn't supposed to be your responsibility. It was Sam's.
It was so easy to be angry about it afterward, when you were fresh out of hell with the sun beating down on your back, such a different, welcome heat. So much easier to be angry when you thought that Sam had made some sort of deal than to deal with the waves of shame and relief at being out of the pit.
Easier than remembering that for thirty years, the only words you said were, "No" and "Sam". They were the only words you could bring yourself to beg with. Until the day you stopped begging.
***
Jimmy fic started after, well, the Jimmy episode. IDK, maybe I'll come back to this?
Jimmy isn't really sure why he lies to Sam and Dean. Maybe it is simply that he wishes it were true. That all he remembers as Castiel's corporeal host is bits and flashes. That he didn't have a front-row seat to the swift and terrible vengeance of the Lord. That he doesn't have forever burned into his imagination the sight of broken and bloodied celestial beings. Special Jimmy, who could see their true forms, and the extent to which the forces of hell could truly harm them. His idea of "eternal" had definitely been reassessed since inviting Castiel into his body.
Maybe he lies to them because he simply doesn't have the words to explain what it's like to be a prisoner in your own body. He knows that mortals possessed by demons must have a similar experience, and he wonders if the difference is in knowing that the being controlling you is a righteous. He wonders if that should be enough to matter, or if it is just that his faith isn't as strong as he thought it was.
It does matter. Did matter, he tells himself, because he's out. It was just hard to remember at times, when all he could do was watch. Trapped in his own body, unable to talk or feel anything, cut off even from Castiel, because while he is righteous enough to serve as a vessel, it is not enough for him to be privy to Heaven's plans.
***
Zach fic for Kassie (in BNFverse). I got this far and then got stuck. It happens.
Once upon a time, the fabulousness of Zach's world was comprised of the fact that he had a good job and a tiny blonde BFF whose fierceness was universally recognized. This era in Zach's life was a peaceful one.
Then Zach made two major mistakes. Their names were Chris Pine and Misha Collins. Thus, Zach's life moved from his peaceful era to the one he likes to label: FML.
The Misha thing Zach justifies because the man is bizarre and interesting and will quite happily bullshit for hours with Zach about topics that get him blank and baffled stares from other people.
Chris is, perhaps, simply an exercise in self-torture. He's the douchbag fratboy who will spontaneously bust out with some off-hand comment about string theory between a story that starts out with, "So, this one time I was so fucked up that—" and one about rescuing a stray puppy in the parking lot of a strip club.
***
I’m kinda sorta working on Mishafic now? IDK, I have "Oooh, shiny" disease today.
