I blame shallot for getting me into SPN, despite the fact that half my friends here have been raving about it for months. All it took was a couple of her stories with humorous slants, and then Edlund's "Hollywood Babylon," and my apathy was a thing of the past.
Even though I'm not as enamored of the storytelling as I am of shows I've really gotten into like Buffy and Wonderfalls, I find I'm identifying with Dean as strongly as I did with Willow and Jaye. There's something comforting in finding that you nod at every choice, good or bad, that a character makes.
The fandom drug list is spot-on. But apparently I am just on a drug cocktail, 'cause not only am I on all of those, but I have dozens more besides.
Now I'm trying to think what drug
Due South
would be....
I think it might be codeine. Because you read one story, and then you come to yourself hours later having reading 400k words of epic post-COTW that left you with a warm, rosy glow but no feeling in your extremities from not moving for so long.
What is WRONG with me??? Why can't SPN do that to me? Why'd it have to go make me all goody-goody?
Yeah, SPN isn't my roofie because I lack an important kink. Every once in a while, a fandom jumps off a bridge, and I look down at the murky water and say, "Yeah, I don't think so. Okay, dudes, I'm gonna grab a beer, read a book, maybe hang out on my couch for a while. See you next fandom!"
Yeah, SPN isn't my roofie because I lack an important kink.
Clearly, your only option here is to write some nice, high-quality Sam/Andy AU, or just some good, wholesome, older woman/younger man.
Not, you know, that I'm looking for either of those things and either too lazy or too writing broken to write them.
Not, you know, that I'm looking for either of those things and either too lazy or too writing broken to write them.
Ah, writing broken. I seem to be stuck mostly in consume mode these days, which is pretty vexing.
DueSouth: Some sort of mildly hallucinogenic tranquilizer, I'd say, that leaves you in a semi-dream state.
Ah, writing broken. I seem to be stuck mostly in consume mode these days, which is pretty vexing.
I can get a good opening paragraph, and then the characters just sort of stand around, failing to get all intimate and stuff.
then the characters just sort of stand around, failing to get all intimate and stuff.
Oh, yeah. "Come on, dammit! Be witty! Sneer, if nothing else!"
