9/2/09

roxy: (chipcookies by paperdreams)
These are the stories I want to write. I've even worked a bit on some of them...oy. They go nowhere. They mock me and fling cow corpses and dung in my general direction.

Where's that typewriter thingy that works just by thinking at it, hunh? Where is it? *And* my fucking flying car, boy, am I ever bitter about that one--

1) Cowboy SpN.
Even I'm sick of hearing about that one. But gosh--if I could only write the fucker. You know I like my angst, and this one would be chock full of it. *sigh*

2)Public Enemy SpN AU.
No, not the one with Johnny Depp and Christian Bale. The one with James Cagney. The one in which I'd play fast and loose with American history, make Dean and Sam into psychotic killers, and Azazel into a mob boss with designs on Sam, lotsa blood, lots of icky fucked up sex--you know, business as it used to be here in Roxyland. :) I've got a thousand or so words hanging out in the Stagnant Fic Lounge, chain smoking Newports and throwing up in the potted plants...help me.

3)1950s Beatnik Sorta J2
All I've got so far is Jensen in a black turtle neck giving college-boy-skinny-tie Jared a blowjob in the upstairs bathroom while his fiance Gen is handing out pigs in a blanket downstairs at his birthday party. Screwdrivers, anyone?

4) that crossover with Lex? I still love that idea....

This is what I'm doing instead of shoving Lex and Kal in bed. I'm sorry. I'll try to fix that!

PS
The cookies are for if you read this whole post. :) Who loves you?? Me!!!