Exactly!
Come on. You drop by for a cup of coffee, and the world's not ending? Please.
Connor ,'Not Fade Away'
Fan Fiction II: Great story! Where's the sequel?
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esse - Feb 05, 2007 9:36:31 am PST #3194 of 10434
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!
Lee - Feb 05, 2007 5:05:02 pm PST #3195 of 10434
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Cross posted with my LJ: I think I may have found the ultimate in SPN crackfic. The boys, in tiaras . There are pictures, and everything.
Cass - Feb 05, 2007 5:38:44 pm PST #3196 of 10434
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
There are picturesOf which, this is my favorite. (Note: Just a picture. Not spoileryer for the story. Beyond the obvious tiara theme.)
P.M. Marc - Feb 05, 2007 5:52:29 pm PST #3197 of 10434
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Oh. Man.
Dean got out of the car and headed for the dumpster, meaning to toss them in, but, as he stood there, gazing into the box, the tiaras twinkling at him with sad, glittery, princess puppy eyes, he couldn’t do it. BWAHAHAHAHA!!!
Lee - Feb 05, 2007 6:10:57 pm PST #3198 of 10434
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I think this may be my favorite paragraph:
So they decided to try wearing the tiaras “on the job”. During a routine salt and burn in Hattiesburg, the ghost they were trying to banish was so fascinated by the tiara-wearing grave diggers that it didn’t even howl when they set fire to its bones. After that, they started wearing them on all their jobs. It gave them an edge, an advantage over evil. Plus, they looked damned good in those tiaras.
hehehehe
Ailleann - Feb 05, 2007 6:13:45 pm PST #3199 of 10434
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
OK, I kinda skimmed a little, cause you know, spoilers, but.... ahahahahaha. The crack, she taste so good...
Lee - Feb 05, 2007 6:18:41 pm PST #3200 of 10434
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Isn't it fabulous!
Beverly - Feb 05, 2007 6:42:24 pm PST #3201 of 10434
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Hey, swordfighting in tiaras, or salt-and-burning in tiaras. Heroes all, right? In sparkly damn tiaras.
Theodosia - Feb 06, 2007 3:57:08 am PST #3202 of 10434
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
He studied it, turning it over and over in his hands, mesmerized by the spray of light that emanated from it, lighting up the upholstery like a thousand tiny klieg lights. Made the interior look different, even more beautiful, he thought, and the Impala’s interior was plenty beautiful. He cradled the tiara, lifting it up and down, impressed by the weight of it, the heft. It felt substantial—like a real crown, and not one made of glass. The diamonds, or crystals, or whatever they were, were seated in silver mountings, and there was one large rhinestone that dangled in the center of the tiara, surrounded by other, lesser stones. He touched the stones with his fingertip, felt the sharp edges, the cool planes. There were three small combs attached, and he ran his fingernails over them, drawing out a tinkling sound. Musical. He strummed the tiara, admired it--and suddenly, he wanted to put it on.
This was a thing of beauty to run across first thing in the morning.
Lee - Feb 06, 2007 5:59:31 am PST #3203 of 10434
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Isn't it just a wonderful crackfic? I want to pet it, and name it George.