Sometimes it's clear that it's not simply a matter of hitting F7.
The room was too small, that’s the first thing Castiel noticed when he pushed the wooden door open. It was to small for him, to small for two people.
With a sigh he doped his bags to the floor, looking at the beds on the right and left walls. One sported a maroon quilt and tan sheets, as well as a couple of pillows. The chest at the end of the bed was overflowing with clothes and other belongings. A poster for a band Castiel didn’t recognize hung on the wall. The bed to his left, his no doughtily was bare. No comforting pillows or blankets, no recognizable posters.
He sat on the edge of his bed, putting his hands over his pale face. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. He counted in his head until he got to 60, a minuet had past and he as okay, wasted he? He was still here, breathing, living. He probably did this to often; it was a way of keeping himself calm, put together.
No doubt.
I liked the recently read sentence "the two empty seats were occupied by...".
This is a very fun Buffy fanvid:
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That was really fun. Thanks for the link!
OMG, someone get this writer a pronoun infusion, stat:
The teenager quickly changed into his swim trunks in the still empty locker room. The young man then moved past the private showers to the open shower room where he ducked under the cool spray rinsing off. The junior walked slowly out to where the pool area was, a few of the girls milling around. Dean stopped and looked around, his heart sinking when he didn't see the person he was looking for and climbed up onto his seat over viewing the pool.
That's just to stop the paragraph from flatlining. Therapy with different sentence structures should be prescribed for recovery.
How many people are they talking about in that paragraph? I count at least four.
Completely random, but I just stumbled into a porny section of Tumblr, and now I'm wondering how "Jimstiel" is a thing. Like, Cas and Jimmy. With two bodies. Does this make sense to anyone else?
I've seen a lot of AU twincest, for a start.
And then there's releasing him as a vessel--he can sex him up in another vessel, or he can pull a trick similar to whatever Anna and Gabe did.
Unrelatedly, I seem to keep stumbling into poem-fic. I know how to steer clear, mostly, of songfic and will only try wihen recommended, but now people are dumping vats of Donne or Angelou into the mix, and although I dislike neither poet, jamming in
your
prose right next to their poetry doesn't actually do most people's writing a favour by comparison.
Also, I find it distracting and don't enjoy the poem as well as I normally do (especially when I notice if they tweak pronouns or other twee little stuff to make it perfect
