"That gun is officially bumming me out."
Jun. 16th, 2006 02:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maypirateToday has been unnaturally stressful, and I blame the fact that it is hot and disgusting outside, so invariably people were acting like assholes.
Got pissed at someone who said "Grave of the Fireflies" was more depressing than "Schindler's List" and I'm not sure why. I think there's a lot of heavy stuff behind my feelings on both of those and I don't really want to slog through it right now.
I owe Don an e-mail, but for now he gets this: I love you Kee! Juuni Kee-ki.
And I threatened![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nymeria with this as I left the house this morning, and it only got worse.
TITLE: THIS IS MY "SUPERNATURAL" FANFICTION
Rating: F for WOW!
Summary: I have too much space in my head for stupid ideas.
Dean was worried, one might even say somewhat vexed. Troubled. Concerning.
Sam was clearly not himself.
The midnight anime? That was a little weird. The fixation with Sean Patrick Flanery's stomach? Unsettling and a little bit gay, but not dangerous. The Veronica Mars marathons? Creepy, but understandable.
But the hat... the hat was seriously fucked up.
"Sam, take it off."
"Huh?" Sam asked around a spoon, because the author has been led to believe from numerous icons that Sam constantly has a spoon in his mouth.
"I said take off that stupid hat."
"No."
"Take it off or you get to ride in the trunk from now on."
"No."
"Take it off or you never get sex again."
"No."
"Take it off or...wait," Dean paused, now even more bewildered and tragically upset. "You'd choose a hat shaped like a fucking burger over sex with me?"
Because that was the rub: Dean's baby brother (wouldn't it be kid brother? who knows, whatever) had somewhere commandeered at hat that looked like a hamburger, and it was his new best friend. When it wasn't on his head, it was cuddled to his chest in a manner Dean knew well and envied, because before Hat, he had been the cuddlee in Sam's life. GOD the ANGST that this hat had brought into his world. DAMN it was irritating. And stupid.
Dean paused to glance at the author and flip her on obscene gesture.
The author paused in writing to eat more of her pizza...and then resumed typing as she wondered if said pizza was going to make her feel like hell in a matter of hours, and then told Dean to shape up because this was her story and she knew nothing about characterization and he was just going to have to damn well play along.
"The problem with self-insertion and self-referential humor," Dean said, giving her a look that was somewhere between hot and perplexing, "Is that no one but you will ultimately see the 'funny' or even really appreciate it. Because not everyone follows the whack-ass train of thought careens wildly through your head."
The author reminded Dean that she had a deadline here, and would he please just stick to the matter at hand: his brother was wearing a stupid hat.
"Right." said Dean. "Sam, take off that hat."
"You know, Dean," Sam finally took the spoon out of his mouth. "I should think that considering I had my girlfriend tacked to the ceiling, was forced to abandon my Stanford education and now spend my life chasing demons and gorgons across the country and having crazy car sex with my brother, you should really not be so concerned about me wearing a dumb hat."
Dean had to admit, he had a point.
"And I like my hat." said Sam.
"I like it when we have sex." Dean suggested.
"Love me, love my hat."
"Deal."
And Dean sat down next to Sam to enjoy a colorful Japanese show that seemed to be about another pair of brothers who probably enjoyed fucking each other in their off time.
"Here," Sam handed Dean a box, smiling broadly, spoon back between his teeth. "I got one for you too."
THE END I SUCK!
AND NOW BACK TO WORK. God please don't let this pizza hurt me.
Got pissed at someone who said "Grave of the Fireflies" was more depressing than "Schindler's List" and I'm not sure why. I think there's a lot of heavy stuff behind my feelings on both of those and I don't really want to slog through it right now.
I owe Don an e-mail, but for now he gets this: I love you Kee! Juuni Kee-ki.
And I threatened
nymeria with this as I left the house this morning, and it only got worse.TITLE: THIS IS MY "SUPERNATURAL" FANFICTION
Rating: F for WOW!
Summary: I have too much space in my head for stupid ideas.
Dean was worried, one might even say somewhat vexed. Troubled. Concerning.
Sam was clearly not himself.
The midnight anime? That was a little weird. The fixation with Sean Patrick Flanery's stomach? Unsettling and a little bit gay, but not dangerous. The Veronica Mars marathons? Creepy, but understandable.
But the hat... the hat was seriously fucked up.
"Sam, take it off."
"Huh?" Sam asked around a spoon, because the author has been led to believe from numerous icons that Sam constantly has a spoon in his mouth.
"I said take off that stupid hat."
"No."
"Take it off or you get to ride in the trunk from now on."
"No."
"Take it off or you never get sex again."
"No."
"Take it off or...wait," Dean paused, now even more bewildered and tragically upset. "You'd choose a hat shaped like a fucking burger over sex with me?"
Because that was the rub: Dean's baby brother (wouldn't it be kid brother? who knows, whatever) had somewhere commandeered at hat that looked like a hamburger, and it was his new best friend. When it wasn't on his head, it was cuddled to his chest in a manner Dean knew well and envied, because before Hat, he had been the cuddlee in Sam's life. GOD the ANGST that this hat had brought into his world. DAMN it was irritating. And stupid.
Dean paused to glance at the author and flip her on obscene gesture.
The author paused in writing to eat more of her pizza...and then resumed typing as she wondered if said pizza was going to make her feel like hell in a matter of hours, and then told Dean to shape up because this was her story and she knew nothing about characterization and he was just going to have to damn well play along.
"The problem with self-insertion and self-referential humor," Dean said, giving her a look that was somewhere between hot and perplexing, "Is that no one but you will ultimately see the 'funny' or even really appreciate it. Because not everyone follows the whack-ass train of thought careens wildly through your head."
The author reminded Dean that she had a deadline here, and would he please just stick to the matter at hand: his brother was wearing a stupid hat.
"Right." said Dean. "Sam, take off that hat."
"You know, Dean," Sam finally took the spoon out of his mouth. "I should think that considering I had my girlfriend tacked to the ceiling, was forced to abandon my Stanford education and now spend my life chasing demons and gorgons across the country and having crazy car sex with my brother, you should really not be so concerned about me wearing a dumb hat."
Dean had to admit, he had a point.
"And I like my hat." said Sam.
"I like it when we have sex." Dean suggested.
"Love me, love my hat."
"Deal."
And Dean sat down next to Sam to enjoy a colorful Japanese show that seemed to be about another pair of brothers who probably enjoyed fucking each other in their off time.
"Here," Sam handed Dean a box, smiling broadly, spoon back between his teeth. "I got one for you too."
THE END I SUCK!
AND NOW BACK TO WORK. God please don't let this pizza hurt me.
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Date: 2006-06-16 11:08 pm (UTC)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fjGvHhGcC08
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Date: 2006-06-16 11:09 pm (UTC)... *throws burger hats at you for the amusingly ridiculous fic* You goober. XD;
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Date: 2006-06-17 05:39 am (UTC)so should i call you sam now? =) and god this reminds me of friendly hostility! XDDD
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Date: 2006-06-18 01:37 pm (UTC)In a good way.