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One. I've been working on this fic basically since season 9 ended, and I just can't force it to do what I want. I've tried different formats (it's a lot of dialog so I tried doing it as a script but I didn't like it) and so I thought I should just put it away and fix it later. But the thing is, some of what I wrote, that I assumed would be AU, is actually happening. Spoilers for 10.01 and 10.02: kalliel goes and does the exact same thing, except, of course, that hers is amazing, because that's her purpose in life, apparently, to take what I want to do and do it so much better than I ever could. And add whales and bees to it.
Anyway. The only way I can stop messing with it and move on with my life is to go ahead and post it, so look for that coming later today. (I KNOW YOU'RE EXCITED TO READ IT NOW, AFTER I'VE BUILT IT UP SO MUCH. PLEASE TRY TO CONTAIN YOURSELF.)
Two. I have this Funko Pop Castiel figure in my office that I'm trying to keep on top of my computer monitor, but he likes to tumble off backwards, so last week I had him stuck up there with tape, which seemed to be working, but I was watching the Sam/Dean confrontation from 10.02 (once again, let me apologize to my employers for not actually working but come on, can anyone blame me?) and he hurled himself right off and I said I KNOW CAS, I KNOW, I FEEL THE SAME WAY.
Three. I hope 10.03 is going to be amazing (I AM UNSPOILED DO NOT SPOIL ME) but they can't keep this up forever, so I'm afraid it means an upcoming episode is going to suck, and I'm going to be crushed, I'm going to be sailing on this high of multiple amazing episodes in a row and then have the floor collapse under me. It's going to be like when The End was followed by Fallen Idols. And I have a feeling it's going to be the one that even my unspoiled self knows about:
Four. Yesterday, out of the blue, the husband asked me if money was no object, and I could have any car, new or old, what would I want, and I did not blurt out a black 1967 Impala you fool what else could it be because I don't really want him to know how obsessed I am. But you guys know, and you're okay with it, right?
Oh, wait, I have a number five, but it's not even remotely SPN-related. I'm wearing black pants and navy trouser socks. And I noticed before I left the house and said "oh, fuck it" and left anyway. I don't know why I feel like you need to know that. And who am I to make fun of Hannah's weird short pants, when I deliberately leave the house like this? (Boom. There you go. It's SPN-related now. Because everything is.)
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