Talking about your junk

[kellifer]

Finally have started feeling like life is settling down. I might be cursing myself but the run of badness I had was epic and I really am hoping it's over.

I want to be carefree and fannish and appreciative of ALL OF YOU who have been so supportive in many and varied ways. This is an escape for me that I really needed in the last couple of months, an untouched oasis of calm in my otherwise turbulent life.

So, fannish.

Give me a link to one of my fics or WIPs, and I'll give you details that didn't make it into the fic. Background canon, deleted scenes, or a look into the future. My choice, but if you have a specific question you can ask it in your request.

Don't worry about the link - since my masterlists are woefully out of date. Even a general description I should understand.

This weekend, I am going to attempt to WRITE and RECORD stuff. *fingers crossed* I really just need a whole day, just one, devoted to doing absolutely nothing.

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[harrigan.livejournal.com]

Tired... and/or the sequel! (http://kellifer-fic.livejournal.com/73489.html) ()

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Katey has a lazy eye and according to Dean, is as flat as a board. Sam's not sure why that's a bad thing because she can run with him until they're both red and panting and doesn't make a fuss about it like some of the other girls in his PE class.

Katey thinks those girls are stupid and Sam's still at an age where he agrees with her.

"We play Doctor," Sam explains when Dean sounds exasperated about not understanding the appeal.

"Oh really?" Dean asks and waggles his eyebrows. When Sam just stares at him blankly, Dean rolls his eyes and snorts. "Okay, only you would actually take that game literally."