angelgazing, posts by tag: supernatural - LiveJournal

1. GIP. This is my happily ever after, yo.

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October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or of shutting a book, did not end a tale.
Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: "It is simply a matter," he explained to April, "of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content."
- Neil Gaiman The Sandman: Season of Mists

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laurificus wrote me fic because she thinks I'm awesome. She said it was for my birthday, but since that was ages ago, clearly that can't be it. You should all go read it though! It's Sam and Dean being awesome and calling each other names and making out. So SPN as it should be. Boys.

I love those Winchester boys, you guys. I've spent five years watching them bicker, and banter, and get kicked around, and try to save a life or save the world. I've seen them and their best, and their worst, and their most honest. I've watched them lie, get beat up, get heart broken, and do the last thing they want to do because it's what's right. I want to bring them home and feed them cookies and give them hugs and that safe place they've never really had.

They are my very favorite boys.

I mean, I'm also fond of some other dudes. Against my better judgment, I love Pete Wentz and all his emo, apparently. So.

Last night I had a dream that prettykitty_aya and universeunfold and I went to a FOB show that was the size of an Empires show. There was someone else there I didn't know, who was apparently a friend of theirs, who just laid in the floor reading a newspaper. I don't even know. The guys were milling about and Andy kept hugging Shai. Treva told Pete that one of the songs was impossible to not dance to, and Pete laughed and did the stupid, "haha you liiike me" thing. So I made fun of his hair. Then we all proceeded to argue with him, when he said he was going to grow it out the length of Andy's and see if he looked like Dave Grohl. Then, because Shai and I have vowed we are not driving home after a show again, Pete decided he would drive us, and Treva thought it was a fantastic idea.

It was not.


Where do I go to apply for a new brain, since I have clearly lost mine?

Why, yes, I should be doing important things like sleeping, or studying for midterms. But you should all know me better than that by now anyway. This doesn't even let me cross anything off my to-do list.

title: 52 Pickup
fandom: SPN
rating: pg
summary: There was never a time when Dean would say, "don't" and Sam wouldn't, because there was never a time when Dean would say it, until he did.
notes: I actually wrote Sam/Dean. You guys, I've been trying to do this for years, only to have it come up gen every time. Big, big thanks to laurificus and musesfool for telling me when I'm not wearing clothes, and betaing, and making this better.

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Chat!fic with Sam and Dean and PUPPIES.

Apparently musesfool and I are just bad influences on each other. Or, really, really good influences.

Whatever. This is my new favorite thing ever.

New Supernatural in two hours! Have something that will be jossed afterwards!

title: The Waffle Option Initiative
fandom: SPN
rating: PG
summary: The giant neon sign on top of the building was flickering, just a little, and not doing Sam's pasty face any favors. It said, Lou's Lo-Fi Waffle Wonderland. Underneath that was a billboard that said, Music Minus Misery. Beneath that, it said: Lou's Live Late Nights. Below that it said: Awesome Acoustics, Almighty Alliteration, Wonderful Waffles. And under that, in small font, was: Better than anything else in heaven or hell.
notes: This is all entirely musesfool's fault. She made me do it. She wrote some of the funniest lines, and she betaed. Really, she made me. I'm like an indentured servant to her whims. I cannot get this to code 100% to my satisfaction, so, please, tell me how to fix it.

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title: Never Slapped Five with God: 44 Lines About 22 Deaths
summary: The brief lives and many deaths of Castiel, Angel of the Lord.
rating: pg
fandom: Supernatural
notes: This is all musesfool's fault, alright, I was sitting around innocently, minding my own business, and then she made me write this. She also gave me the summary, and the structure, and betaed. Also based on the alt tag of this A Softer World comic.

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Remix authors aren't secret anymore (yay!) so now I can say that I wrote Separation Anxiety (The Zombie Apocalypse Remix) and Ain't Scared of Lightning (The Beer by Beer Remix).

The remix for my story, of course, was written by musesfool who had the fun task of taking 300 words about boys being locked in a closet and making it into a real story. It's so many kinds of awesome and, like the originals of the remixes I wrote, should be read like yesterday.

This here is the first remix I wrote this year, with my actual assignment. I think my favorite part of remix is getting to roll around in someone else's fic for a couple of week, and usually the hardest part for me is picking one. This one, I don't know why, was just it so early on. It's nothing like I had actually planned on making it, but things I write rarely are. Anyway, story:


Title: Separation Anxiety (The Zombie Apocalypse Remix)
Author: angelgazing
Summary: It's just typical. Anytime he and Sam are separated, one of them dies, or sells their soul, or is nearly sacrificed, or starts the apocalypse.
Fandom: Supernatural; Bandom
Characters: Dean and Sam Winchester, Brendon Urie
Rating: PG-13
Original Story: Forty Thousand Men and Women Every Day by ignipes
Notes: Thanks to my awesomesauce betas laurificus and musesfool, they deserve rewards for al the flailing they have to put up with from me, really. Also, credit for the title goes to musesfool

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I've got a math test tonight that I've been studying very hard for. No, no, really. Well, you know, kind of. I've been studying and doing homework with SPN DVDs playing, lately. It's only semi-effective.

I've started in on season 3 again, and somewhere around 4:30 this morning I threw my books aside to sit and watch Mystery Spot again. ( Collapse )

Now I want like 2329372 more post Mystery Spot fics. Maybe I can just reread the ones already out there. You know, and study for this math test I've got in a couple of hours.

My weekend was crazy busy, and it doesn't look like I'll be getting a break anytime soon. I'm stalled on the Frank/Gerard not!big bang, and the Spencer/Brendon thing I've been working on. I just realized that if I go to the Blink/FOB/Patd show in Omaha, that I'll miss my 2nd day of classes in the fall, so now I'm pretty sure I'm going to Chicago instead. Hopefully. Fingers crossed. When the hell do tickets go on sale again?

Anyway, in spite of all of this lameassery, I have, IDK, SPN, something.

title: Kinda Like the End of the World
fandom: Supernatural
summary: Five ways the world didn't end.
disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine. If they were, they would totally hug more
notes: Five drabbles, completely random and not connected. Lots and tons of thanks to laurificus for doing the beta gig, yet again, even when she wants to stab me in the eye.

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Remember when I said that if, at the end of the season, Sam and Dean were broken that I would have to fix them? Apparently it also works the other way, and I kinda hate myself for it. Laura is going to completely kill/refuse to speak to me every again.

In an effort to, you know, not do that, I was going through and organizing my email for as far back as, like, late 2005? I don't know, something crazy like that. I'm pretty sure it was season one of SPN, at any rate, before there was all the heartbreak, and drama, and Winchester deaths, and hell.

I found this ficlet thing I wrote and never posted. I'd sent it to laurificus way before she was even willing to considering watching SPN. It's not deep, or meaningful, or anything, it just makes me go, "Aw, boys, you used to be so much different ::sniffles::"

Anyway, not with current canon, untitled, just under 1700 words, unbetaed, thing I wrote so long ago I had completely forgotten about it:

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