gladdecease replied to your post: ethelindi replied to your post: “on the spectrum /…
I feel like I have permanent stars in my eyes from reading your slow progression into loving this show. You describe it and everyone in it beautifully.
I don’t really know how slow the progression was… XD
I mean. If we don’t count the time before I started watching because it’s a statistical outlier, then… I only started watching on Saturday, so…… but, regardless, the important thing here is that: skfgehg THIS SHOW. I ONLY REGRET DEPRIVING MYSELF OF IT FOR SO LONG. ♥___♥
Also, the following (which isn’t complete, much less beta read or anything, so… just so everyone is clear on that before going into it:
Jeff isn’t home from Abed’s birthday party ten minutes before he’s out of his costume and down to just his wife-beater and shorts. Before his hand’s clenching around his phone and his thumb’s tapping through his list of contacts. Once upon a time, he had this number on speed dial, but Britta, Annie, and Shirley needed a promotion to that honor, then Troy and Abed after them, and then Michelle. Pierce, Duncan, and Chang still haven’t done anything to deserve their spots, but as three of the people Jeff talks to most often, they got promoted for simple convenience.
I really, really want fic of Dean hiding his nerd side from Sam and John (AU or canon, it works either way). Like, he has about half of Vonnegut's complete works stashed in the Impala's trunk under his other stuff (and he sleeps with a book under his pillow along with the knife), or how he read a bunch of H. P. Lovecraft short stories while waiting at the library for Sam's study group to finish up, and some of his favorite things on TV are the Star Trek re-runs late at night :)
I was trying to think of something I could add to this that wasn’t just, “YES YES YES ALL OF THE YES” and… all I could come up with was the following excerpt of what passes as outline notes when I’m writing things. XD
8:42:10 PM Kassie: …also. so. randomly (I think of as I put on an episode of DS9): …so, while I was driving into the office earlier, I figured out that, after the first time their UST explodes and they have sex but “it totally doesn’t mean anything, not even a little,” prep school!Dean and Cas decide to show just how much it doesn’t mean anything… by hanging out with each other, despite the fact that their project for history class is over. …and arguing. about Spock/Kirk vs. Kirk/Bones.
8:42:15 PM Kassie: which eventually turns into, “clearly, Dean, we can’t debate Star Trek until you sit through the entirety of Voyager”
“oh PLEASE, you only like Voyager because you pretend it’s about lesbians”
“UNTRUE. I also think Seven of Nine and B’Elanna are fascinating and complex characters.”
“THAT’S WHAT I SAID. LESBIANS.”
“oh, god, just – I don’t think Seven and B’Elanna are lesbians *together*; Seven’s true love is obviously Captain Janeway – next, I suppose you’ll tell me that I only watch DS9 because Dax and Kira are in lesbians with each other?”
“No, you only watch that one because you want the British space lizard to be your baby daddy.”
“HIS NAME IS GARAK, YOU TAKE THAT BACK.”
“WELL, YOU TAKE BACK THAT SHIT YOU SAID ABOUT SPOCK.”
“SPOCK IS EMOTIONALLY STUNTED AND IT’S UNHEALTHY, I WILL NOT TAKE IT BACK.”
8:42:17 PM Kassie: and Bela, Anna, Ruby, Uriel, Sam, and Lilith are all just… sitting over here. eating their lunches and taking bets on when Cas is going to start campaigning for Prom Kings because he and Dean clearly want to go at each other like cats in heat, and since he’s apparently going to be dating someone, Cas might as well turn it into college application padding. because Cas is totally the kind of manipulative little shit who’d put “Prom King” on a college application and justify it by going, “no, but, see, I was Prom King with my BOYFRIEND, we had to fight all kinds of heteronormative stuff and… things, erm. …and stuff. yes. >_> …… :]”
Taking my notebook to the pharmacy with me was not self-sabotage. I always have a notebook or five in my bag when leaving the house.
…I didn’t even make it home before I started writing Community fic. I’m just. Not entirely surprised by this, because it’s a testament to one of my most basic rules, which is, “no one should ever let me get bored or bad things happen.”
I’m just casually side-eyeing the 300ish words of “Jeff and his body image issues call a phone sex line” fic that I took down in my notebook while waiting for my mom’s prescription to get filled. Wishing I didn’t have to type them up because my handwriting is atrocious and has been unfavorably likened to reading hieroglyphics before.
Jeff hasn’t even started talking to the person on the other end yet. So far, it’s just exposition of the, “let me into your head, Jeff Winger, or I will break into it with an icepick” variety.
I haven’t the slightest idea where this thinks it’s going, aside from, “eventually we end up at the main idea for my SPN/Star Trek crossover fic, somehow.”
All I know is that it’s prompted me to spend the most of the night rolling around in a marathon that I should just call, “Spock, Spock’s ten miles of Daddy Issues and an emotionally unhealthy way of reconciling his human half and his Vulcan half.”
(so far: both parts of “The Menagerie,” “Balance of Terror,” “Journey to Babel,” and now we’re onto the first part of TNG’s “Unification,” and I have the Abrams reboot DVD sitting next to me just because… dystopian future of the reboot verse that Abrams doesn’t have the kajunpak’t or respect for the foundations of Star Trek to go through with. But I haven’t decided if I’m going to subject myself to it yet. Anyway.)
Spock finds himself thrust into a position of guardianship, of parenthood, several years after the destruction of his home planet. Long enough that, had the loss of Vulcan not involved him so personally, Spock might have allowed himself to forget that there had ever been a Vulcan.
Filed under: “things I found in my tags while looking for a post where I used a certain macro because I didn’t feel like just finding the macro on my external hard drive.”
“so ya know, if i were to ponder a new glee and spn crossover… it would be one where cas is a winchester brother and fallen angel or something, so dean x cas can happen and be incestuous without the ‘but sam is like ELEVEN right now’ timeline consent issues, and then kurt hummel would find out that of the other queer people he knows: one is sebastian; one is dave; one is santana;, one is brittany; one is so far in the closet that he’s having tea with mr tumnus (sam evans); one is a big pressed lemon (quinn);, two are rachel’s fathers and talking to them is awkward; one is jesse and kurt wants to punch him right in his mouth;, and four are sets of brothers who have sex with each other, and that’s about when kurt started drinking demon blood. oops., FUCK i actually really like that idea”
…the other set of brothers who have sex with each other is Cooper/Blaine. uh. Just so that’s clear.
and there’s probably Mercedes/Tina, because I love me some Mercedes/Tina, and then eventually Tina’s all, “wait why didn’t you include us on the list of queer people you know? :/”
and Kurt’s like, “…I didn’t know? especially not about Tina’s preference in pronouns. I probably should’ve asked instead of just assuming that xie liked ‘she’ and ‘her’ because xie dresses and presents in a femme manner. :/”
and Mercedes is all, “SIGH. Y’know, I love you, but sometimes you really suck at paying attention to other people, and YES. you SHOULD have asked. *musses Kurt’s hair because this is a special privilege afforded only to her, ha ha ha, Mercedes Jones > you.*”
…not that this means Kurt suddenly isn’t drinking demon blood, though. Just that Mercedes and Tina lightly thwapped him with a clue-by-four and were badasses in love.
bobbyisrightthereyaidjit replied to your post: This is our daily reminder that I’m a very bad…
…I kinda might be a little in love with you right now.
awww, thank you, hon. ♥
This is our daily reminder that I’m a very bad person.
…today, it’s because of the vampire-related story I’m laying out for dc_dystopia and how it’s walking a very, very fine line between, “black comedy,” “dark but not too completely, soul-crushingly downbeat love story with kink in it because apparently I can’t write vanilla sex scenes,” “the classic salvation plot and the classic ruination plot simultaneously,” “the Gothic-Punk personal horror feel of Vampire: the Masquerade,” “the psychological horror feel of the Silent Hill games (especially Silent Hill 2 because… it’s the best Silent Hill),” and, “Kassie, can you do anything without dragging mysticism, mythology, and/or gratuitous religious studies stuff into things.”
(The answer to that rhetorical question, for the record, is, “Well, yes, I CAN, but I don’t WANT to, in this case, so there.”)
This is a massive post of, “Oh, right, I should stop failing at my ask box while I queue up this spam of cupcake!angels and argue with this impertinent cheese.”
a-pretty-piece-of-flesh replied to your post: You know it’s four in the morning when I start…
I want to lovingly spread this out on the floor then slowly roll around in it while smiling.
By all means, have at. XD ♥
someotherchick replied to your post: You know it’s four in the morning when I start…
you highschool au beautifully, don’t worry bb.
In fairness… right now, I’m a little less legit worried, and more, “sleepy, so I’m being ridonkulous and self-deprecating,” buuuut. ♥ for one thing. And for another… somewhere, there is a balance between the Serious Business Things going on in this story and the ridiculous hijinks (…like, for instance, Dean expecting Cas to be impressed when, upon finding out that Cas is into art, he flops on Cas’s sofa, stretches out in a way that utterly fails at looking anything but silly, and says, “Draw me like one of your French girls~”—
Cas isn’t impressed partly because he doesn’t understand that reference or why Dean suddenly has an interest in modeling for him or why he has French girls and why is Dean using a the genitive there you cannot possess another person STOP FAILING TO MAKE ANY SENSE, WINCHESTER, and partly because… but art is just a hobby he found while trying to make his list of courses look more balanced to the admissions people in the Ivy League, Dean. He enjoys it a great deal, yes, but it can’t last or anything, because Cas needs to go to an Ivy League school and do he has no idea what, probably become a lawyer like Cousin Michael’s doing, or a doctor, or something suitably prestigious and impressive :/).
You know it’s four in the morning when I start rambling about how cheer coach!Alastair is clearly such a bag of dicks because once upon a time, he put his athletic career before the love of his life, and now he lives alone with his championship trophies and his fifteen cats, and this is totally going to be plot-relevant because Cas, Bela, and Lilith are going to get caught being dipshit teenagers and spying on their teacher — well. I mean.
Cas is going to get caught spying on their teacher. Bela and Lilith are going to get away safely because they, unlike Cas, actually have their wits about them at the moment.
