whew!

[roxy]

Okay, for you guys who are following Lodi, or as I lovingly call it, "The Fic That Killed All My Other Fics", we're kind of basically finished. It needs polishing, and tweaking, and smoothing and a nice coat of varnish, but we have 7500 plus words of story, aaaaaaaand maybe a teeny epilogue. 'cause my heart is big and squishy. Unless I decide the epilogue is cheesy and just pandering to the desire to make folks happy. (I'll ask toldthestars.) Also, boy howdy, I have many comments to respond to, sorry for being so rude. oy. I will do so as soon as all my braining parts are working again.

Comments

[selinamoonfire.livejournal.com]

*blinks innocently* Will there be something in my inbox soon?

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

ack! Do you really want all this stuff in your inbox when you know it's going to change? lol! I mean, I'm posting this puppy come hell or high water by the end of the week. My goal was to post tonight but--*sigh* Sam was a bitch, Dean dropped off the map, Patrick turned into Mary Poppins and the whole thing stank on ice. Still stinks.

[selinamoonfire.livejournal.com]

Why is it that Sam keeps turning into a bitch or a puppy? Geez, one or the other.

Whichever version. I'm easy. Shut up Dean! If you think I'm so easy come here and let me prove it.

Stupid, frustrating Muses. Ahem, back to pretending I'm sane. If you need an extra set of eyes, I'd love to read it. While ignoring the Muses heckling me. :D

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

cool! Let me know if there's too much porn in it?

[justabi.livejournal.com]

Let me know if there's too much porn in it?

AHAAHAHHAHAHAHA.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Don't make me get medieval on your ass...forsooth.

[selinamoonfire.livejournal.com]

There's such a thing as too much porn?!?

[cha.livejournal.com]

OH this makes me soooo happy. It's one of my absolute faves on here

[justabi.livejournal.com]

I swear to god, the epilogue never ever works out for me.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

What is this you are talking? Besides the fact I can't remember you actually writing one?

I'm only thinking about it because folks are starting to make me feel guilty about Patrick and by folks I mean my niece...who has an outrageous nerve, when I think about it, seeing as how she's killed Dean, *and* turned him into a brother humping psycho.

[justabi.livejournal.com]

Okay, so in my secret heart of hearts, I want Dean to fall madly in love with Patty, and for them to run away together and turn tricks to pay the rent but be happy (except for the times that Dean fucks girls and comes home smelling like perfume and tequila, but Patty has no self-worth and loves Dean like a knife in his heart and Dean did leave his family for him and all) and then Sam goes off to Stanford, bitter and alone and hating pretty boys who will always break his heart, and then he bonds with Chuck, who loves his roommate Bryce hardcore, but fucks Sam between classes anyway because of the never going to happen and introduces him to Jessica right before getting kicked out. Yep. Also, John should drink himself to death.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

hmmmm...I think the part where the epilogue is supposed to be happy is escaping you.

Though goodness knows that Dean is going to come home smelling of pussycheap perfume because he'll never be sure just why he loves Patrick or if he does, when of course he does. Meanwhile Patrick will probably be baking cookies for and sending money he can ill afford to Sam, just to let him know that he's family and family is forever. Sam eats the cookies in between bouts of jerking off on the futon while watching Dark Angel because that Alec guy looks like Dean and drunk dialing them on the weekend, just breathing into the phone and not saying a word...hey.

Wait a minute.

My guys don't do stuff like that--they just sit all stiff and suffering in silence at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and having denial on toast. *g*

[justabi.livejournal.com]

Um. Now I really want that story. I'm totally picturing Patty wearing a ruffly apron and boxer shorts dancing around the three-square-foot kitchen in his and Dean's efficiency singing Madonna songs and making snickerdoodles that he won't let Dean eat (except maybe one or two he makes extra so Dean can steal one from the pile behind his back like Pat doesn't know how to count or something) while Dean is out in the alley on his knees sucking dick and hustling pool and looking in the trash on the street for cool stuff to bring home like their matching milk crate bedside tables and the tv that only gets channel 7 that Patty's planning to fix. They both pretend that Dean's job at the garage keeps them in food and rent, but they both know that Dean's job keeps Sammy in Stanford and Pat's job at the Hobby Lobby keeps Sammy in polo shirts and ipods. Dean is freakishly desperate for Pat's cock those days, like he needs to milk Patty's cock to go with the cookies and maybe Pat's new found interest in baking has something to do with that, but maybe it's just because Martha Stewart comes on channel 7 right after Oprah when Dean's shift at the garage is over but he won't be home for another three hours and Patty can't fucking think about it, can't think about whether Dean's lips are wrapped around somebody else's cock, or his dick is in some girl's cunt. Sometimes Patty makes pie, but only when he feels really pathetic, because those days Dean smiles at him like the sun and tells him he loves him and it makes Pat's heart hurt a too much to do it too often.

Sam and Chuck jerk off together watching Dark Angel sometimes, because Chuck thinks Alec looks like a gymnast. They like to wallow together. Sam doesn't share his cookies, though. One time Sam ate every cookie in the box in one sitting while drinking Canadian Club whiskey (it was cheap) and jerked off while crying so hard he barely made it to the bathroom before he started puking. He fell asleep in the shower and jerked off in the morning hung over and gross and hated himself for it, because despite the truly epic number of times he jerks off in a cookie day, he never, ever does it in the shower.

John totally drinks himself to death after a failed attempt to get Bobby to put out, because even though he would never sully the memory of Mary, he felt like gay sex would help him understand what the fuck happened to his boys. Alas, Bobby was not down and nearly drown John in a vat of holy water.

[justabi.livejournal.com]

I think the part where the epilogue is supposed to be happy is escaping you.

I think you may have hit upon the reason the epilogue never works out for me.

[tabaqui]

You both suck. Jayzus god.

*Dean does not approve of teh unhappy!*

[tabaqui]

Oh, like toldthestars is any judge of *happy*.

Jayzus.

*twirls you*

[beet]

Yay!!! *dancesabout*

I can't wait to read it!