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Late night musings
Or just shit that pops up in my brain.
Lately I've been reading/skimming stories, J2s, in which the main characters (Jensen or Jared because, y'know, J2) are raving assholes. Like, really unlikable jerks. But it seems the writer doesn't *get* that they're jerks. They have J or J meet J or J, treat the other like shit but the J is all, "oh, he's just kind of pushy/arrogant/misunderstood"--pick one, and then drapes himself all over the landscape singing the many praises of their one true love. And everyone around them is all amazed and overcome with how beautiful their love is.
I don't get it. Can these writers really not see the character they've written is a *terrible* person? I can see falling in love with a character but don't gloss over the fact that they're assholes or bordeline abusive. I've written those characters and loved them but they were nightmares you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy and the other characters knew it. None of the stories that make my eyes bleed belong to anyone on my friends list and don't ask. Mostly because I don't remember who or where. I just have this habit of scrolling through summaries and asking myself, "Could it be as bad as I imagine? NAAAAAH, no way."
Oy. Way. So much way.
Could one of you write me a note to give to the job and explain that I can't be working five days a week all day because I've got stuff that needs writing? And if you can work in something about how I deserve a raise and possibly one of those nifty red sweatshirts with the logo on that'd be cool. Thanks!
Lately I've been reading/skimming stories, J2s, in which the main characters (Jensen or Jared because, y'know, J2) are raving assholes. Like, really unlikable jerks. But it seems the writer doesn't *get* that they're jerks. They have J or J meet J or J, treat the other like shit but the J is all, "oh, he's just kind of pushy/arrogant/misunderstood"--pick one, and then drapes himself all over the landscape singing the many praises of their one true love. And everyone around them is all amazed and overcome with how beautiful their love is.
I don't get it. Can these writers really not see the character they've written is a *terrible* person? I can see falling in love with a character but don't gloss over the fact that they're assholes or bordeline abusive. I've written those characters and loved them but they were nightmares you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy and the other characters knew it. None of the stories that make my eyes bleed belong to anyone on my friends list and don't ask. Mostly because I don't remember who or where. I just have this habit of scrolling through summaries and asking myself, "Could it be as bad as I imagine? NAAAAAH, no way."
Oy. Way. So much way.
Could one of you write me a note to give to the job and explain that I can't be working five days a week all day because I've got stuff that needs writing? And if you can work in something about how I deserve a raise and possibly one of those nifty red sweatshirts with the logo on that'd be cool. Thanks!
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I would be right there reading that fic!! Oh Thomas, you're still my sweetheart! :)
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I wish he made movies now or would do another TV show. I really miss his pretty, pretty face.
I'd totally write that fic if I had an idea past Tom showing the Js his newest gnome (Gertrude) while "Uncle" Jeff was conked out on their sofa with chili on his shirt and tell-tale patches of cotton candy stuck in his beard. Tom could think he'd make a great gnome, what with the smileyness and beardyness and try to mold one in his likeness out of Play Dough or something. Of course the rain would kill gnome!Jeff and Tom would be distraught... Oh, look, I just found the angst factor. LOL
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Jared: "Ah, yeah, Tom, he's a sweet guy and all, but he's not made out of sugar. Calm down."
Tom: "Then why does he smell like cotton candy?!" *wail*
Jensen: "I'll get the bag for him to breathe into."
Tom: "I'm a murderer."
Jared: "No. You're a... you're... Well, you're not a murderer." *looking on the bright side*
Tom: "I need hugs."
Etc. SO ANGSTY. Amirite?
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I need a hankie like that.
But then, lo, JDM emerges from the walk-in pantry with a can of ravioli. "Hey, Tom, why so sad?"
"Because I killed you!"
"No way, man, I'd totally know if I croaked and I am lively!"
"No, you're a ghost!"
Jared: *pat-pat* "Tom, calm down. He's totally fine."
JDM: "Whoa, dude, heavy. Did not know I was a ghost. Least the afterlife has Chef Boyardee though." *grins and is pleased about this*
Tom: "Can I have Spaghetti Os?" *distracted from his woe*
JDM: "Sure, dude, there's a can in their pantry. We can share."
Tom: "I love you, big-alive gnome Jeffrey! When we're done eating, we can color with crayons, right?"
JDM: "Sure." *unaware that he has just curbed a serious angst fest, but totally on board with coloring--it's soothing and the colors are colorful* "When we're done with that, I'll roll us a doob and we can toke up."
Tom: *not sure what a doob or a toke is, but...* "Okay, gnome Jeff!"
Jared: *eyes feeling a bit crossed* "I don't even know what's going on anymore."
Jensen: *paper bag at last in hand* "Me either. Um. But at least he stopped crying." *also looking on the bright side*
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That was fun, glad you got a kick out of Thomas. :D