what I'd write if I could
9/2/09 11:56 pmThese 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!!!
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!!!
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9/3/09 04:31 am (UTC)*And* my fucking flying car, boy, am I ever bitter about that one
It's simple... the Jetsons LIED!!! :( Meanies.
This is what I'm doing instead of shoving Lex and Kal in bed.
EEEP!!! Bad Roxy! Lex and Kal need each other like.... umm... oh, not that... how about...nah, can't use that one... OH!-- nah... *think think think* They just DO, so there! *tries to look stern and correct* (Did I succeed?)
I still loves ya, though. *covers you in hugs and smooches* ♥
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9/3/09 04:39 am (UTC)lying ass Jetsons....
I think they're going to be in that bed sooner than later--I don't have the heart to torture poor little Kal much longer! Happy times coming up real soon!