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I have 3 4 5 stories I really need to finish and my muse has completely and not unsurprisingly... abandoned me like a used candy wrapper on the side of the road.
Help me woo her back.
Request some timestamps/pre/post/missing scenes of anything I've written.
*Anything*
I'm not actually expecting many of you to be around because I think it's like night o'clock Sunday for most of you but what the hell.
I will write3 4 5 as many as I can squeeze out before I actually get my mojo back and start writing what I'm supposed to be writing.
Hi new people who have recently joined, don't be shy. :)
ETA: Can anyone point me in the direction of any good up-for-grabs posted Justin Long icons??
Help me woo her back.
Request some timestamps/pre/post/missing scenes of anything I've written.
*Anything*
I'm not actually expecting many of you to be around because I think it's like night o'clock Sunday for most of you but what the hell.
I will write
Hi new people who have recently joined, don't be shy. :)
ETA: Can anyone point me in the direction of any good up-for-grabs posted Justin Long icons??
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Um, how about Big Brother!Dean at the end of things. *nods* That'll do.
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Jenny is taking their new recruit Amber around the place when Amber pulls her head out of one of the rooms, looking confused. "I thought the residents didn't have to share?"
Jenny likes that Amber already calls them residents instead of the numerous other and mostly callous nicknames she's heard used over the years from inmates to fossils. She knows this place will never be home to any of them, but she likes to make it as much of one as she possibly can.
"That's Dean Smith and Sam Wesson's room," Jenny says and she knows her smile if she were to look at it in a mirror, would be fond. "They insisted. Or at least, Mr Smith did."
"Smith and Wesson?" Amber asks incredulously and Jenny chuckles. There's always speculation in these types of places about where the residents might have come from, what they might have been.
No one is more mysterious than the two men who share a room and are so careful with each other, so caring that it makes Jenny hurt just to watch them.
"Bill thinks they're old lovers," Jenny says in a low whisper as they move down the hall. "I don't think that's right though."
"What's your theory?" Amber asks, eyes bright and interested. They pause in the "media" room's doorway and there's two worn armchairs pulled up close to the screen. From behind, all Jenny can see is the top of their heads, both men with a still full head of hair, Smith with short-cut pure white and Wesson shaggy iron grey.
"Gotta be related. Cousins, maybe brothers even. The false names are because they have... records or something." Jenny raises her eyebrows and leans close. "Maybe bankrobbers or confidence men."
Amber hides a laugh behind her hand. A snore is heard from Wesson's chair and as they watch, Smith puts a hand across and tugs the blanket up that was falling off the other man's chair. Jenny cuts her eyes across at Amber and sees she's smitten with them both already.
It never takes long.
"Just watch out for Mr Smith though," she warns with a glint in her eye. "He's handsy."
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Oh Dean. Never change :)
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And in honor of your robot fic I'm using my "Stewie dancing the robot" icon. Don't mind me. I think I'm funny.
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