roxy: (book stall by sageness.jpg)
Title: In The Garden(of memory)
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Dean, OCs
Rating: R
Word Count:2707
Summary: Struck with a spell, Dean suffers memory loss, losing everything that makes Dean "Dean". Sam is at his side, working to break the spell, but soon begins to wonder, is that helping Dean or hurting him?
A/N Behold this, my failed BB of 2017. I came so close, but it was not to be. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Posting this in many, bite-size chapters, because. No need to fear an endless WIP, as the story is basically finished; all the parts are there, they just need a little polishing. *she says, looking shifty-eyed*

In The Garden... )


May. 18th, 2017 05:52 pm
roxy: (spn brother by jorge_2)
I'm equal parts excited and nervous. There's the potential to really knock it out of the park, or be so bad and not what I want that it's terrifying. The addition of Lady Ican'tstandthatbitch into the bunker makes me uneasy, if by uneasy we mean if this itchnay becomes a "friend" to the Winchesters ala Meg or Crowley, I will freak the eff out.

I. Don't. Like. Her.

I. Don't. Like. Ketch.

And I'm starting to side-eye Mary really hard, even though I've tried to see her pov all season. You know, even if you don't get who these giant strangers are, they're family. This woman abandoned the boys and lied about it to herself. Trying to make the world safe for them to do what they want? Hmm. She didn't even ask them. As per show, she never sat down and asked them to explain, never explained herself, never tried to treat them like rational human beings who just might get where she's coming from. Do other fandoms rely on fanfic as hard as we do to explain what's going on?

People, if my favs get iced, then I'm going to be one very fucking unhappy roxy.

I'll let you know what's up on the other side
roxy: (jared speak no evil)
There will be a pause in my 30 days of me-me. I'm frantically trying to get my house in livable condition for my guest--a dear friend of mine, someone I've known for years and years and years. I'm excited. Also, stressed, anxious--just this side of panicky. Of course she knows me, knows what I'm like, but tell that to the part of my brain that likes to unhinge at the least bit of change. Also, there is a trip involved. Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuyyyyyyyyys, you know I hate traveling. I hate vacations and staying strange places and agonizing over whether I have enough Imodium with me and will it work and god forbid, what happens if it doesn't and damn it, I won't be able to eat anything and, and, and....*hewp* I can go a very long time without eating stuff, and I'm really good at faking like I am eating, but it's exhausting!! Ach! I will concentrate on the good stuff, and worry about the other shit when I'm there. Good thing is, Fam is my backbone. When stuff starts getting rough, I can count on them to try and tone it down, thank god.

And it's not all bad. My house is clean! Like, no dust and random shit laying here and there. I'm so pleased. And when I retire, it can be like this allllllllll the time.

HAHAHAHAAAAAA. Whew! *wipes eyes*

Anyhoo, when I'm back here, there will be pics of celeb crushes and me, whoooooo!! And more fascinating business about, yes, me. If you're still reading this, thank you for having that freak-out with me. ;D
roxy: (rose ))


Elliot and I approve! That's a name a child can wear proudly, without a lot of explaining 'bout how mom and dad smoked up and drew random words out of a hat. That's the Padaleckis, though, great taste in all things!
roxy: (poproxy2)


12. desktop scrnshot: Nothing much to say about it, I change it every time I get bored. It's a pretty picture, isn't it? I *loved* that shoot.

13. My three confessions are kind of boring too, but on two of them, I reached down inside myself for some truth I'm sharing with you. Only you guys:

There's a writer everyone seems to love and I just Don't. Get. It. They irritate the hell out of me. And no, it definitely is not someone I know.

I think I'm pretty damn good-writing wise. I wish more people would see that.

I'm sorry I wasted my talent for art. But don't tell anyone I said so.

I'm less embarrassed when I put it in italics. I don't get it either. *shrug* :)
roxy: (poproxy2)


11. "Wherever you go, there you are."
buckaroo banzai

That quote makes me feel good. When I'm really stressed, I repeat it to myself. I painted it on my laundry room wall, so I could look at it and remember that no matter what, I am me, and no matter what flits through my head on a particular day, deep down inside I'm actually a tough little bitch.


Mar. 23rd, 2017 10:19 am
roxy: (dean wave)
Ask me how I can read reviews and comments and stuff, but still not get until this morning when completely out of the blue, I'm all, "Oh, shit, Regarding Henry!!"

Me, realizing waaaaaaay late, where Regarding Dean came from. See that smoke, folks? Hello, the SS Slowboat coming in to dock.
roxy: (poproxy2)
Here I go again, doubling up. Someday I'll do more than come home from work, eat, then pass out, but until then....


9. These are just a few of my pet peeves, I mean, c'mon, me? I could be here for days, just typing madly away. But no. Here you go:
Not putting things away where they belong.
Taking things without asking.
Not returning them in the same condition.
(I have a thing about my things)

10. Live off one food and one beverage for the rest of my days? That sounds like some kind of horrible hell-torture, but if forced to choose: coffee, grilled salmon.
roxy: (poproxy2)

You get 4 and 5 today because I fell asleep yesterday. My life.

4. I'll say LJ name. Roxymissrose is Miss Roxy Rose, my drag queen name friends from a thousand years ago gave me, and it stuck. So if you meet me, don't call me Susan, call me Roxy 'cause that's my name. :D

5. My bed. My bath. My bed. My coffeepot. (it's a place of its own, hush.) My bed. I'm not an adventurer. I'm a terrible traveler. I'm about thiiiis close<-------------->to being an agoraphobe. Wait, no, I'm not afraid of being outside, I'm irritated by it.
roxy: (poproxy2)
So, posting this and running because I have to go to bed before I die of tired. I'll look for ya'lls answers to this days challenge tomorrow.

I chose to interpret this in the loosest way. 'Cause that's just how I roll.


3. There is no detail. I get up, do my hygienic stuff, make my bed if I'm not feeling too lazy, get dressed in my Red Bullseye Satan ensemble, make coffee, read while I eat (poptarts, nature's most perfect food) and then dash out the door to stand at the fitting room and make someone's day richer for having met me. Then it's home, to where almost every evening, the World's Most Fabulous Husband has prepared a tasty meal. Then I get to clean the kitchen because the man is hopeless. I remind myself not to complain because hey, I didn't have to cook. After that, it's pretty much hours of fanfic, a little TV, and then bedtime. Sometimes, it's a time for a looooong bubble bath—and reading. If it's a good day, other stuff happens but we don't need details there.
roxy: (bestbro)

Happy Birthday, [ profile] lukinha_jesus and even though it's been more than an age, [ profile] lexii314 and [ profile] suzvoy! Ah, the good old days!

Guys, hope you had a great birthday and [ profile] lukinha_jesus, I have got to drop in on you! :)
roxy: (poproxy2)

DAY 2: I like dairy products, dislike being lactose intolerant

I like well-written fanfic, but dislike tags full of fake modesty.

I like well-behaved swimming pools, I heartily dislike the ocean.

I like wearing comfy clothes and, okay, flannel shirts. I dislike having to dress up fancy an' all. It's hard to dress this short, fat, little figure.

I like flowers and planning gardens, but dislike the work involved. All that sweatin' and dirt and stuff...

I like sex, but dislike folks' attitudes that being over 50 should make you a monk. Losers.

I like fandom, but very much dislike the wars and flaming ships. Why? It's a big fuckin' damn internet, fercrisakes.

I like fried pickles and fried chicken, but not a big fan of other fried things. I have this irrational *hatred* of the smell of frying things.

I like coffee, though like is a very weak word to describe my feelings. I dislike Coke.

I like the fact that for eight years, we had classy, intelligent, open leadership. I dislike the fact that now our leadership seems to be bigoted assclowns dancing a puppet about.

After I post this, I'll probably think of better likes/dislikes, but I will be too lazy to edit.


Mar. 14th, 2017 07:27 pm
roxy: (trex darn)
I don't think pinterest understands what I mean by "semi-incestuous demon hunting brothers." Castiel really has nothing to do with it. And especially pix of Cas and Dean frolicking. But that is the way the ball bounces outside of my own little neck of the woods, I guess. As for me, I'll be over here in the corner, quietly knitting some home-made wincest.
roxy: (poproxy2)
Okay, I'm doing another 30-day meme which will probably go by the wayside about three days in--but Imma give it a shot, what the hell. Nothing else is happening here, right?


Day 1. write some basic things about yourself: I'm a short, fat, Black woman--in fact, that's what my bio says.

I'm 62, my hair is white with a sprinkling of my original black. I kind of miss that black, but not as much as I miss my waist.

I'm in love with this guy I met 37 years ago.

I've always been an uncomfortable combination of very, very, very shy, and slightly mean and outspoken.

I like people, but not too many and not too close.

I love art, and I'm not too shabby with a pen.

I'm a J2 fanatic. ;D
roxy: (WTF)
Today was crazy-ass crazy day at the old Red Bulls-eye Satan fitting room. I had a complaint lodged against me, for no reason that I can see. I had so many people look at me like I'd arbitrarily decided to make their day more difficult. Children took time today to practice being little bitches on a safe adult, adults practiced being assholes on someone they mistakenly think is required to take their bullshit. Okay, so I can't lean close and say, "You are a fucking pain in my ass and I'm thinking a bigot." No, I have to let my eyes say that. A half-smile and a slight roll of the eyeballs says plenty. Or coming to a complete stop, smiling wide and saying,"Suuuuure." to their stupid little requests.

I'm astounded all over again at how many people have claustrophobia. Here's a tip, asshole--if you tell me in a conversational tone of voice that you are suffering from this problem, if you try to, y'know, not *shout* it at me, or stamp your little feet, or give me a look full of challenge, I will show you to a large fitting room without question. If you ae obviously struggling--broken bones, back pain, pregnant, you are automatically getting the big room. But here's what you can't have, no matter how much you glare at me in hatred--you cannot go into the wheelchair accessible room because your ass doesn't need it.

th__000godzilla by gifmaster500

I said NO

WTFuck? Why do people want that damn room? What the hell? The door opens outwards, that's *it*. That's the only difference between the family fitting rooms and the wheelchair accessible ones--that and maybe a foot more of space. *smh*

I'm leaving them in June. I intend to dedicate the rest of my life to painting tiny watercolors of kittens and flowers. Maybe I'll join one of those senior art classes, make little ceramic penis vases, maybe little ring dishes shaped like vaginas. I'm looking forward to it.

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