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Romanticism is overrated.
Okay, so, uh. Just for the record, because I'm not necessarily a fan of slash, Wincest or otherwise (I KNOW, I'm like, that .0001% of the population, whatever, it does nothing for me, SORRY), you all do realize that I'd NEVER consider ousting you guys or, UH, go so far as to tell you NOT TO BE, RIGHT? Crazypants aren't a part of my wardrobe! I love you guys! LET'S MAKE DAISYCHAINS.
Okay, no SCRATCH THAT, I do kind of hold a bit of a grudge against you guys, because I see all these ideas running rampant in Wincest fics and NOT AT ALL in het fics, like, OKAY, dominence play, which, nggghh. SERIOUSLY, Dean needs to be all trying to get laid and this CHICK keeps grabbing his wrists and trying to pin him down and he's like, what the HELL, and she's like, on your back, cowboy, and then he's all, OH MY GOD. C'MON, WHERE THE HELL IS THIS KIND OF STUFF.
And that's all I have to say about that. *Sits on hands*
I cannot WAIT to finish my paper because I've got these two writing ideas floating around in my head, the first of which makes me ridiculously GLEEFUL, the second which will hopefully be my first ever successful multi-chapter fic. I even wrote an outline! GENIUS. *Lame* I'm just trying not to jinx it at this point! :x
My parents are gone for the weekend, my sister has more a life than I do, I've had some wine, and Ladytron is most definitely NOT playing at a reasonable volume. EMERGENCY DANCE PARTY STAT.
Okay, no SCRATCH THAT, I do kind of hold a bit of a grudge against you guys, because I see all these ideas running rampant in Wincest fics and NOT AT ALL in het fics, like, OKAY, dominence play, which, nggghh. SERIOUSLY, Dean needs to be all trying to get laid and this CHICK keeps grabbing his wrists and trying to pin him down and he's like, what the HELL, and she's like, on your back, cowboy, and then he's all, OH MY GOD. C'MON, WHERE THE HELL IS THIS KIND OF STUFF.
And that's all I have to say about that. *Sits on hands*
I cannot WAIT to finish my paper because I've got these two writing ideas floating around in my head, the first of which makes me ridiculously GLEEFUL, the second which will hopefully be my first ever successful multi-chapter fic. I even wrote an outline! GENIUS. *Lame* I'm just trying not to jinx it at this point! :x
My parents are gone for the weekend, my sister has more a life than I do, I've had some wine, and Ladytron is most definitely NOT playing at a reasonable volume. EMERGENCY DANCE PARTY STAT.
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I do not LIE! YOU are the one who almost knocked herself out by doing the nasty with HER SELF! SO TTHHHHBBBBPPPPTTT!
Dude, Dean would LOVE to get manhandled around a little by a girl, for SURE, right up until the point where he just loses it and can't help but spin her up against the nearest flat surface and let fly. And afterwards, coming down, he's a little embarrassed because he got a little rough there, didn't mean to let it go like that, so he grunts into her hair, "Uh. Sorry, sweetheart." And she just gasps a little and goes, "UM THAT'S OKAY."
I hate you.
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I hate you.
SEE??! LIAR LYING WHO LIES.
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Yeah. Take that.
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I MAY THINK ABOUT THIS STUFF TO MUCH ACTUALLY, UM.
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