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hiyacynth's crack'splosion of the day, SPN/Deadwood Y/Y or Y/Y?
I'm supposed to be hard at work on post-production but my eyes don't seem to want to stare at the computer screen for too long. As in all things, I blame law school. Also, I ate an entire pint of Ben&Jerry's Key Lime Pie ice cream today and I don't regret it in the least. It was most delicious.
HA! I can hear the high school marching band rehearsing down the road. I don't know why I always find that so amusing. Possibly it's because I attended the high school down the, though I am also easily amused.
I will now close with a snippet from one of my current WiPs: His held breath burst out of him like he’d been kicked in the chest. He swallowed and felt his throat tighten under another wave of intense emotion, this time anger. Damn it, he’d thought he was over this, done with jumping at shadows and looking for Sam and Dad in the faces of strangers.
His fists clenched, fingernails digging into his palms. He was sick and tired of that gut deep, kneejerk reaction that kept him from giving up on them the way they’d given up on him. They’d made their dismissal perfectly fucking clear and he was the sad sack who still let phantasms string him along.
He took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders. Whatever. Fuck ‘em. He could do this without them.
hiyacynth's crack'splosion of the day, SPN/Deadwood Y/Y or Y/Y?I'm supposed to be hard at work on post-production but my eyes don't seem to want to stare at the computer screen for too long. As in all things, I blame law school. Also, I ate an entire pint of Ben&Jerry's Key Lime Pie ice cream today and I don't regret it in the least. It was most delicious.
HA! I can hear the high school marching band rehearsing down the road. I don't know why I always find that so amusing. Possibly it's because I attended the high school down the, though I am also easily amused.
I will now close with a snippet from one of my current WiPs: His held breath burst out of him like he’d been kicked in the chest. He swallowed and felt his throat tighten under another wave of intense emotion, this time anger. Damn it, he’d thought he was over this, done with jumping at shadows and looking for Sam and Dad in the faces of strangers.
His fists clenched, fingernails digging into his palms. He was sick and tired of that gut deep, kneejerk reaction that kept him from giving up on them the way they’d given up on him. They’d made their dismissal perfectly fucking clear and he was the sad sack who still let phantasms string him along.
He took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders. Whatever. Fuck ‘em. He could do this without them.
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Date: 2009-08-20 12:05 pm (UTC)I mean, we knew it from the start, right? We just hadn't found the way in yet. but now... Now it's just beautiful fun tiems in our brains, just in time for the fangirl weekend!!
ION: omg *hugs Dean*. This is from that thing, right? That one?? Please to be continuing.