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You.
Yes, you. No, don't go all looking behind you with a wide-eyed who me? Would you people please stop posting such amazing fic already?? I need to WRITE MY OWN but no, instead for my lazy writing Sunday I have been *reading*. I have word docs open and I keep going back to my friends list just to skim and whoops, there goes another hour.
*throws up abject defeated hands of doom*
There's been all this amazing, amazing John/Rodney and so I'm rediscovering my love and have been working on the J/R amnesiastrandedoffworldaliensmadethemdoit fic even though I have things with actual DEADLINES...
Why do they call them deadlines? Because I will stop functioning if I don't hurry up and finish them ohmygodnow!!
Okay, all this is my lead-up to my to-do list. Ha!
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spn_j2_bigbang fic.
Deadline - First draft - May 1 (Oh thank god, I got it into my head that it was April... ha!)
Progress - 3,216 words. However, that first section has also been beta'd so I'm calling it a win.
Snippet - I'm conscious of the fact that it needs to be sekrit for the artists but if you're interested I have a Big Bang filter that will be updated soon.
Sweet Charity Fic - Request Sam with powers. (I am also including my bidders requests in my next wing!fic piece)
Deadline - I'm sure there is one but I can't find it at the moment. Whenever my winner starts sending me threatening emails I guess?
Progress - 4,211 (No word limit other than being over 1,000 words)
Snippet -
“If you could make one chick cartoon character real long enough to bone, who would it be?”
Sam’s startled snort of laughter makes Dean grin. His little brother had been staring out at the scenery for four hours straight, brooding per usual. Sam took a little work to crack a grin but it was always worth it. You could almost startle him into a good mood that would last if you timed it right.
“Is this what runs through your mind as you’re driving?” Sam asks, but he’s no longer slumped against the passenger side door like the world’s largest Sad Sack. Instead he’s up and blinking in the late afternoon sunshine slanting through the front window.
“Nah,” Dean denies, his grin deepening. “Sometimes I’m thinking about real women I’d like to bone.”
Sam makes a noise of disgust but his eyes are tilted up, lines carved deep in amusement. He surprises Dean by answering. “Josie.”
“Pussycats Josie?” Dean asks and Sam nods. “Totally lame.”
“Why is that?” Sam asks, his mouth a pissy line that has Dean biting on his lip to stop out and out chuckling.
“Why would you pick someone… normal?” Dean waggles his eyebrows and Sam just raises his. “I’d totally do it with Wonder Woman. Join the mile high club in her invisible jet and everyone on the ground would get a nice shot of my bare ass as we flew by.”
“You’ve thought about this way too much,” Sam accuses and Dean indicates, taking the next exit. Bobby had called them that morning to send them to a little town nestled at the base of a mountain called Castle Rock. Got a bigfoot sighting for ya, he’d said with a smirk in his voice.
One thing they knew for damn sure didn’t exist and Bobby got his jollies sending them out after one. It was going to end up being college kids or nerds with too much time on their hands.
It always was.
---
Cliche Fic - Dean/Sam Amnesia fic.
Deadline - None.
Progress - 1,391
Snippet -
Four across, seven letters – Brittle old cloth is held in a computer record
(Fragile)
Wake up.
Motel room, nothing in the drawers but there’s a duffle at the end of the bed. Some t-shirts and a couple of pairs of jeans in various states of repair. Right at the bottom is a gun, silver with a pearl handle.
Huh.
Bathroom door opens and there’s a guy standing in a towel, looking a little bewildered. “Dean?” he says like he’s unsure.
“You know who I am?”
“Not sure,” he says. “Dean is written on your forehead, but backwards, like you’d see it in a mirror.”
“Oh, okay. So, this is all nice and freaky then.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“You know your name?”
“Is it written on me?”
“No.”
He looks glum for a second, eyes down at his bare toes that scrunch in the carpet like they’re uncomfortable with the scrutiny. “Then no,” he says.
Dean.
It… sounds right. Kind of.
Dean it is.
----
Cliche Fic - John/Rodney asowamtdi!fic.
Deadline - None
Progress - 2,970
Snippet -
John drops to the floor, his belly clamping painfully. He hears Rodney make a noise of distress and rattle the bindings on his bed. John feels the sweat start to pour off him and he’s feeling sick to his stomach. “What… did you do?” he grates out. He puts palms flat to the floor and tries to push himself up but he’s shaky and so weak.
“Let me… just please,” Rodney is repeating over and over again, rattling more violently and for some reason the people do as he’s pleading. There’s the heavy ripping sound of his bindings being undone and then Rodney is there, strong solid arms scooping John off the floor and pressing him into his chest. “Whatever, whatever it is you want, I’ll do it, okay? Just stop this. Stop doing this.”
John puts a hand up and touches Rodney’s face, trying to stop his words, stop him trading himself but he can’t even do that much.
----
Eyas Parts 2 and 3.
Deadline - None except for the milling hordes who are gathering torches as we speak.
Progress - Almost done!!
Snippet from part two - “Bet you can’t hit it with one shot.”
Dean raised his head and squinted in the direction of Sarah Bailey who held her longbow loosely in hand and was shifting dreamily from foot to foot. Her gaze was trained on the target line at the end of the field and the lone can sitting on top of one of the round targets pocked with holes, probably forgotten as Theo or Sophia pulled arrows after practice. It was late afternoon, sun dipping low on the horizon and lessons were done for the day.
Sammy was rolling along in the grass on his side, arms held up straight above his head so he looked like a log with elbows and knees. Dean watched him for a moment, knowing he was going to be itching like a monkey later on because he was allergic to grass, the freak and then turned back to Sophia.
---
Hoo boy! Am I forgetting something? These are just priorities right now, definitely not everything I'm planning on writing/finishing.
Yes, you. No, don't go all looking behind you with a wide-eyed who me? Would you people please stop posting such amazing fic already?? I need to WRITE MY OWN but no, instead for my lazy writing Sunday I have been *reading*. I have word docs open and I keep going back to my friends list just to skim and whoops, there goes another hour.
*throws up abject defeated hands of doom*
There's been all this amazing, amazing John/Rodney and so I'm rediscovering my love and have been working on the J/R amnesiastrandedoffworldaliensmadethemdoit fic even though I have things with actual DEADLINES...
Why do they call them deadlines? Because I will stop functioning if I don't hurry up and finish them ohmygodnow!!
Okay, all this is my lead-up to my to-do list. Ha!
spn_j2_bigbang fic.Deadline - First draft - May 1 (Oh thank god, I got it into my head that it was April... ha!)
Progress - 3,216 words. However, that first section has also been beta'd so I'm calling it a win.
Snippet - I'm conscious of the fact that it needs to be sekrit for the artists but if you're interested I have a Big Bang filter that will be updated soon.
Sweet Charity Fic - Request Sam with powers. (I am also including my bidders requests in my next wing!fic piece)
Deadline - I'm sure there is one but I can't find it at the moment. Whenever my winner starts sending me threatening emails I guess?
Progress - 4,211 (No word limit other than being over 1,000 words)
Snippet -
“If you could make one chick cartoon character real long enough to bone, who would it be?”
Sam’s startled snort of laughter makes Dean grin. His little brother had been staring out at the scenery for four hours straight, brooding per usual. Sam took a little work to crack a grin but it was always worth it. You could almost startle him into a good mood that would last if you timed it right.
“Is this what runs through your mind as you’re driving?” Sam asks, but he’s no longer slumped against the passenger side door like the world’s largest Sad Sack. Instead he’s up and blinking in the late afternoon sunshine slanting through the front window.
“Nah,” Dean denies, his grin deepening. “Sometimes I’m thinking about real women I’d like to bone.”
Sam makes a noise of disgust but his eyes are tilted up, lines carved deep in amusement. He surprises Dean by answering. “Josie.”
“Pussycats Josie?” Dean asks and Sam nods. “Totally lame.”
“Why is that?” Sam asks, his mouth a pissy line that has Dean biting on his lip to stop out and out chuckling.
“Why would you pick someone… normal?” Dean waggles his eyebrows and Sam just raises his. “I’d totally do it with Wonder Woman. Join the mile high club in her invisible jet and everyone on the ground would get a nice shot of my bare ass as we flew by.”
“You’ve thought about this way too much,” Sam accuses and Dean indicates, taking the next exit. Bobby had called them that morning to send them to a little town nestled at the base of a mountain called Castle Rock. Got a bigfoot sighting for ya, he’d said with a smirk in his voice.
One thing they knew for damn sure didn’t exist and Bobby got his jollies sending them out after one. It was going to end up being college kids or nerds with too much time on their hands.
It always was.
---
Cliche Fic - Dean/Sam Amnesia fic.
Deadline - None.
Progress - 1,391
Snippet -
(Fragile)
Wake up.
Motel room, nothing in the drawers but there’s a duffle at the end of the bed. Some t-shirts and a couple of pairs of jeans in various states of repair. Right at the bottom is a gun, silver with a pearl handle.
Huh.
Bathroom door opens and there’s a guy standing in a towel, looking a little bewildered. “Dean?” he says like he’s unsure.
“You know who I am?”
“Not sure,” he says. “Dean is written on your forehead, but backwards, like you’d see it in a mirror.”
“Oh, okay. So, this is all nice and freaky then.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“You know your name?”
“Is it written on me?”
“No.”
He looks glum for a second, eyes down at his bare toes that scrunch in the carpet like they’re uncomfortable with the scrutiny. “Then no,” he says.
Dean.
It… sounds right. Kind of.
Dean it is.
----
Cliche Fic - John/Rodney asowamtdi!fic.
Deadline - None
Progress - 2,970
Snippet -
John drops to the floor, his belly clamping painfully. He hears Rodney make a noise of distress and rattle the bindings on his bed. John feels the sweat start to pour off him and he’s feeling sick to his stomach. “What… did you do?” he grates out. He puts palms flat to the floor and tries to push himself up but he’s shaky and so weak.
“Let me… just please,” Rodney is repeating over and over again, rattling more violently and for some reason the people do as he’s pleading. There’s the heavy ripping sound of his bindings being undone and then Rodney is there, strong solid arms scooping John off the floor and pressing him into his chest. “Whatever, whatever it is you want, I’ll do it, okay? Just stop this. Stop doing this.”
John puts a hand up and touches Rodney’s face, trying to stop his words, stop him trading himself but he can’t even do that much.
----
Eyas Parts 2 and 3.
Deadline - None except for the milling hordes who are gathering torches as we speak.
Progress - Almost done!!
Snippet from part two - “Bet you can’t hit it with one shot.”
Dean raised his head and squinted in the direction of Sarah Bailey who held her longbow loosely in hand and was shifting dreamily from foot to foot. Her gaze was trained on the target line at the end of the field and the lone can sitting on top of one of the round targets pocked with holes, probably forgotten as Theo or Sophia pulled arrows after practice. It was late afternoon, sun dipping low on the horizon and lessons were done for the day.
Sammy was rolling along in the grass on his side, arms held up straight above his head so he looked like a log with elbows and knees. Dean watched him for a moment, knowing he was going to be itching like a monkey later on because he was allergic to grass, the freak and then turned back to Sophia.
---
Hoo boy! Am I forgetting something? These are just priorities right now, definitely not everything I'm planning on writing/finishing.
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And All the World Beneath by jenn
http://seperis.illuminatedtext.com/sga/world.html
Fandoms: Supernatural/Stargate: Atlantis
Codes: Dean Winchester, John Sheppard, Ronon Dex, Teyla Emmagen, Rodney McKay, Sam Winchester, AU
Rating: NC-17
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And it's a long and feisty one, too, so you're gonna want to set aside a nice chunk of time to read it... (points hopelessly at the title of her comment) ;-)
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I'm still puzzling this acronym out - but the amtdi part gives me glee (yay! my favourite kind of aliens)
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