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roxyetcetera, etcetera....
Afternoon, er'body. See my icon? I love that icon. Because I love Dick. Lordy, yes, I do.
Just so you know, and you can consider it a warning, or a happy event to come, it's up to you--when I finish Come The Night, I'm posting it EVERYWHERE! If it barely fits the comms requirements, you'll see it there. If it's a Sam/Dean comm, you'll see it there. If it's a H/C comm, you'll see it there...wherever it's allowed for Sam to kick Dean's ass, it'll be there, wherever Sam's meant to be the Antichrist, my story will be lurking. Anyplace brothers together are allowed--nay, encouraged--it *will* be there...one day, you'll look in your mailbox, and there at the bottom will be a stack of pages rubber-banded together and it'll be staring at you, waiting to be read....
So, in the course of this fic, I think I've been mistaken for an anti-Sam girl. But you guys--you know I love Sam. You have to love Sam--there's no Dean without Sam. Sam is like the woobiest of woobies, more than Dean because Dean never really thought he was a good guy, but I think Sam's whole self-image was of this decent guy trapped in shit not of his own making and then that all got violently ripped away from him. Everything he did, he did thinking it was the right thing. Also while I'm talking about Sam, I think that he has a perfect right to believe he's totally square with the world. He's got nothing to regret or feel guilty about because he's done the ultimate penance--going to hell, for the reasons he went--and if you had even a whisper of a Catholic upbringing you know that means clean slate.
Poor Dean, I don't think he'll ever feel that way about himself. I don't think he'll ever forgive himself because as far as he's concerned *everything* is his fault. I think the only thing he's ever felt was true about himself was that he was a good shot and a good fuck. If only these guys could share a bit of their self-images.
Saaaay, do you think that's where the soul-mate thing comes from?
Hmm. I had a real point here and kind of rambled away from it. Anyway, Come The Night. You cannot escape! Not even if you run up a flight of stairs, because...it floats!
Sue, me, I'm giddy with accomplishment. ;)
Afternoon, er'body. See my icon? I love that icon. Because I love Dick. Lordy, yes, I do.
Just so you know, and you can consider it a warning, or a happy event to come, it's up to you--when I finish Come The Night, I'm posting it EVERYWHERE! If it barely fits the comms requirements, you'll see it there. If it's a Sam/Dean comm, you'll see it there. If it's a H/C comm, you'll see it there...wherever it's allowed for Sam to kick Dean's ass, it'll be there, wherever Sam's meant to be the Antichrist, my story will be lurking. Anyplace brothers together are allowed--nay, encouraged--it *will* be there...one day, you'll look in your mailbox, and there at the bottom will be a stack of pages rubber-banded together and it'll be staring at you, waiting to be read....
So, in the course of this fic, I think I've been mistaken for an anti-Sam girl. But you guys--you know I love Sam. You have to love Sam--there's no Dean without Sam. Sam is like the woobiest of woobies, more than Dean because Dean never really thought he was a good guy, but I think Sam's whole self-image was of this decent guy trapped in shit not of his own making and then that all got violently ripped away from him. Everything he did, he did thinking it was the right thing. Also while I'm talking about Sam, I think that he has a perfect right to believe he's totally square with the world. He's got nothing to regret or feel guilty about because he's done the ultimate penance--going to hell, for the reasons he went--and if you had even a whisper of a Catholic upbringing you know that means clean slate.
Poor Dean, I don't think he'll ever feel that way about himself. I don't think he'll ever forgive himself because as far as he's concerned *everything* is his fault. I think the only thing he's ever felt was true about himself was that he was a good shot and a good fuck. If only these guys could share a bit of their self-images.
Saaaay, do you think that's where the soul-mate thing comes from?
Hmm. I had a real point here and kind of rambled away from it. Anyway, Come The Night. You cannot escape! Not even if you run up a flight of stairs, because...it floats!
Sue, me, I'm giddy with accomplishment. ;)
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7/1/12 11:08 pm (UTC)OMG! I about died laughing so hard. I have this mental image of you as some kind of fic-bringin' avenging angel riding yonder on a scooter, showing up on my doorstep to deliver said-fic.
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7/2/12 01:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
7/2/12 02:38 am (UTC)Yay!!! Can't wait to read it!
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7/2/12 03:05 am (UTC)LOL Tell us something we don't know, Roxy. *g*
Yikes! That sounds like a very stalkerish fic! I'm hiding.
*pulls blanket over head*
*peeks out*
Is it safe, yet?
*covers back up*
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7/2/12 04:29 am (UTC)Do not be afraid of stalker fic, stalker fic will not hurt you, really! *GGG*
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7/2/12 06:51 am (UTC)I think everything you've said about Sam is spot-on, even if you were talking mainly about your fic, it works for Show, too.
You roxor. Roxy. :)
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7/2/12 07:13 am (UTC)Well, thank you very much! I was definitely thinking about Sam in general. He's done everything he could to make things right and I hope Show doesn't cancel out all his sacrifice.
Also, I want Show to leave them living happily in a big old farmhouse somewhere, with dogs and horses and fake different last names, and screwing on the porch on summer nights, on an old swing big enough to be a bed and long enough to fit two giant guys. After, they drink ice tea and talk about what happened way back when, and how they're glad it worked out like this and then Dean leans into Sam and Sam loops an arm around him and they listen to the crickets. Sam keeps Dean from going for his gun to see if he can plug the little bastards and make them shut up. "You'll just be wasting ammo, Dean...."
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7/2/12 04:13 pm (UTC)*happy sigh*
Yes, please. :)