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Aug. 14th, 2009 04:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cathybites- holy crap. Two days ago was the SEVEN YEAR anniversary of this journal. Which means 8.5 years that I've been on LJ. o.O
- Prompt submission for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
space_married ends tonight! omg, YOU GUYS. I want EVERY SINGLE ONE of those prompts written/drawn. ALL SO AMAZING.
- SIGH. This is actually kind of depressing, but I've decided to do that one-line (or about)-from-WIPs meme. I have a feeling some of these will never get written. SIGH SIGH.
1. Dean smiled, wide grin sliding across his face, his eyes shining with that proud gleam he got whenever someone brought up his baby, and Sam sighed, sitting back down.
2. Dean counted - one, two, three - and when the door opened and something stumbled out, Dean stuck his leg out, tripping the being before moving to stand over it, aiming his gun...and he almost dropped it in shock.
3. "Watch where the fuck you're going," Zach snarls, giving Brandon a shove. He's got his sunglasses on, the lenses too dark to see his eyes. But Brandon can the edges of his bruise peeking out from the bottom, a smear of vivid purple spread across his left cheekbone.
4. There once was a man named John, and he lived on a small farm outside of a small village in a small kingdom.
5. Then Torts said, "Paddy, don't get dressed. I need to talk to you. In my office," and Jared froze.
6. "Oh, hell no," Bones said. "I'm a doctor, not a trained monkey dancing around for your amusement."
7. He's seven, only two years younger, but Pavel feels years older. No matter what, it is Pavel's responsibility to look after Kostya, to keep them both safe.
8. But when Jared smiles back, lips drawing back over gleaming white teeth, Jensen freezes. Every single part of him does, right down to the marrow in his bones, and a voice rustles in the back of his head, like the wind through dead leaves: *don't move don't breathe don't be anything but still still still*.
9. Jared stirs, eyes fluttering slowly open. "Don' call me asshole," he says, and Jensen crumples in relief.
10. The lights flickered and Jensen could feel the disrupted flow of energy all around him. When he closed his eyes, he could actually see it, the torn threads of reality working to reweave themselves into a new pattern. He concentrated on the spell, guided it to Jared, saw it fall over him, sinking down into his skin.
- Prompt submission for
space_married ends tonight! omg, YOU GUYS. I want EVERY SINGLE ONE of those prompts written/drawn. ALL SO AMAZING. - SIGH. This is actually kind of depressing, but I've decided to do that one-line (or about)-from-WIPs meme. I have a feeling some of these will never get written. SIGH SIGH.
1. Dean smiled, wide grin sliding across his face, his eyes shining with that proud gleam he got whenever someone brought up his baby, and Sam sighed, sitting back down.
2. Dean counted - one, two, three - and when the door opened and something stumbled out, Dean stuck his leg out, tripping the being before moving to stand over it, aiming his gun...and he almost dropped it in shock.
3. "Watch where the fuck you're going," Zach snarls, giving Brandon a shove. He's got his sunglasses on, the lenses too dark to see his eyes. But Brandon can the edges of his bruise peeking out from the bottom, a smear of vivid purple spread across his left cheekbone.
4. There once was a man named John, and he lived on a small farm outside of a small village in a small kingdom.
5. Then Torts said, "Paddy, don't get dressed. I need to talk to you. In my office," and Jared froze.
6. "Oh, hell no," Bones said. "I'm a doctor, not a trained monkey dancing around for your amusement."
7. He's seven, only two years younger, but Pavel feels years older. No matter what, it is Pavel's responsibility to look after Kostya, to keep them both safe.
8. But when Jared smiles back, lips drawing back over gleaming white teeth, Jensen freezes. Every single part of him does, right down to the marrow in his bones, and a voice rustles in the back of his head, like the wind through dead leaves: *don't move don't breathe don't be anything but still still still*.
9. Jared stirs, eyes fluttering slowly open. "Don' call me asshole," he says, and Jensen crumples in relief.
10. The lights flickered and Jensen could feel the disrupted flow of energy all around him. When he closed his eyes, he could actually see it, the torn threads of reality working to reweave themselves into a new pattern. He concentrated on the spell, guided it to Jared, saw it fall over him, sinking down into his skin.
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Date: 2009-08-14 08:56 pm (UTC)Okay. What do I have to do to get my hands on that? No seriously. Do you need someone killed? I COULD RUN SOMEONE OVER.
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Date: 2009-08-15 07:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-15 12:48 am (UTC)Ooooh, fic!
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Date: 2009-08-15 07:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-15 05:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-15 07:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-15 12:53 pm (UTC)YOU KNOW I CAN TELL WHAT THIS IS FROM AND I WANTS IT. *makes gimme hands*
(Also, I want all the other ones where the names start with J.)
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Date: 2009-08-15 07:36 pm (UTC)XD
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Date: 2009-08-16 04:26 pm (UTC):P
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Date: 2009-08-15 02:28 pm (UTC)ALSO EVERYTHING ELSE, BUT OH MY GOD, NUMBER FUCKING FIVE. *__*
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Date: 2009-08-15 07:36 pm (UTC)WHERE'S MY FIC?!?!?!