Kiss Me Now, Catch Your Death Part Three

( Fine winding tendrils that strangle the heart )

Kiss Me Now, Catch Your Death: Part Two

( There's so much here that I don't understand )

Another J2 RPS fic also known as the fic without villain. Multi-part so spamming the Friends page again. Sorry.

Title: Kiss Me Now, Catch Your Death
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These are not the real people. I'm just borrowing likenesses. Dream casting.
Word count: 38 000 or thereabouts
Warnings: Slash, violence, language, some rather potential triggery scenes. This is fairly dark throughout. Anachronic langauge and Britishisms.
Summary: Jared Padalecki is just trying to earn an honest buck as Private Investigator. He's handling life just fine until this guy shows up needing his help.
Notes: Title and cut text from "My Skin" by Natalie Merchant. One of the plottiest things I've ever written. I'm trying to riff off film noir/detective fiction hence the first person.

( Treated so wrong, treated so long as if I’m becoming untouchable. )

Broke 35000 words and now in the denoument. Feel good I've got this far. I've left bits out in order to get there so the revising will commence shortly. Still tired out from weekend of geeking but is good. Lots of coffee in new mug today. Then there was red bull and decongestants at lunchtime and that was a fun afternoon. Staff meetings remain the things that make me want to wear this t-shirt.

On the other hand, I jotted down a couple of phrase that might lead to more ficcage. My boss said she was trying to work out what I was writing. I think she liked the idea of demon-possessed management seminar. Have to be a total casefic.

And finally, after six years, I bought a paid journal. Six years! I may even start using tags.

In total fangirl meltdown. Even better in real life.

Tomorrow is Friday. Tomorrow is Con-Day. So very excited, much more so than I was the last time. Looking forward to getting drunk, dancing badly, leering at Jamie Bamber (and burntcopper in 300 dress maybe) and then possible/probable Misha Collins sighting on Sunday. Getting to spend a whole weekend just being all geeky. Just a shame I have to work tomorrow.

The kids are also writing essays all afternoon. Poor babies. I'm going to be bouncing around like Jeremy from Barry Ween and they'll be writing in silence. Ha ha ha.

Cannot believe how much I'm looking forward to this.

I have broken 30 000 words on the fic that will not die. To celebrate I share my new bolt of wisdom. First person means less pronoun confusion or name repetition in sex scenes. Not that I've been writing any sex scenes. Lots of plot at the moment. Second thing I have realised. To end a scene just move onto the next one. A little reflection as summing up works better than having everything inconsequential play out in excrutiating detail. Lastly, I thought I was almost there with this but I've still got a lot of revelations to play out and some action sequences (eat that word count) to write.

Still. So very much looking forward to weekend. Excitement building to fever pitch. By Friday afternoon, the kids are going to be ready to kill me.

More Cunning to be Strange Part 2

( Part 2 )

So my J2 obsession and the rather uncomfortable forays into RPS has been one of the oddest experiences I've gone through in fandom. But I have come to accept the true fact that I kinda really like it. I'm not that interested in the real person stuff but really like the whole AU heads are pasted on stories. It may be a very thin distinction but is there to make me feel less bad about myself.

So it's been inspiring me to huge feats of writing. One of the things that bothered me about the fandom was the frequent occurance of teacher/student fic, which even though it may be one of the hottest things I've ever read, still presses lots of wrong buttons as a result of job. I've read many a fic where they are both students but few (if any) where they are teachers. So my first (and dreadful) J2 fic. This is pure schmoop and may require a few posts as it is octopus-like and got away from me. You have been warned. It's so schmoopy that the title is from Romeo and Juliet.

( More Cunning to be Strange )

So ( New SPN and Glee )

So today at school was dress up for Children in Need. Many talent shows and sponsored events going on. After the Dept decided that dressing as the Cullens sucked (I was lobbying to be Esme), we went for Hogwarts. Can you work out who we are supposed to be?

( I'm on extreme left )

Also. I decided that it would be good to record what my classroom looks like now. See evidence of my geekiness.

( I can explain the Twilight posters. )

what is worse - Take That and Lily Allen or Take That and Paul McCartney? Or, y'know, Take That? Cheryl Cole doing the Martha wainwright part with Snow Patrol my definite highlight. My lack of musical taste continues.

what the hell has Supernatural fandom done to me? I'm the girl who used to struggle to a thousand words and now I've broken 10,000 words on yet another dreadful idea. when did I get so verbose? why couldn't I have had this ease during my university career where word limits and me struggled to meet.

The BSG essay also suffered a little from the same problem - I had to cut and cut to get to fit. Hmmm. Maybe it's cause I'm officially old and all that.

watching the Children in Need concert thing. I still detest Robbie williams. Thinking about muting until better people come on. I have finished my really crap Dumbledore costume for work tomorrow. will perhaps post pictures. I should post pics of my room so you can all see how fandom has invaded my workspace to freak the small children out.

Implied threat icon or possibly how I feel during BORING POINTLESS INSERVICE DAYS. I don't mind them being dull as long as they are useful. Anyway.

Last batch of Season 1 ( Dead Man's Blood to Devil's Trap )

Day was not much better today, although there was significantly less thinking. Also less cookie.

( More old show. Shadow to Provenance )

At the worst inservice day ever. The lowest point was the speaker who played a ten minute Leonard Cohen video. I cannot express the depth of my disgust. And they switched the lights off so I couldn't surreptiously look at pictures of Jensen Ackles on my phone. I maybe need to get some images from Ten Inch Hero. Maybe a lot. Mmmmm. Pretty.

I did break into a giggle loop at the Leonard Cohen. "Ring the Bells" was the song. I just read the lyrics with sexual connotations in mind and could not stop laughing. I may also have dozed off in the dark during the morning session. Before the coffee hit.

Tomorrow is another inservice and I have to present a segment. I could alway sneak some images in to make it interesting but I don't think that would go down well.

The weekend of wip has got me through to only 27000 words on the fic that will not die. But I know where it's going a little more. I may also have started another one. That might be 5000 words long already. So I feel productive.

( Glee, Supernatural )

and now off to watch white collar. Sleep being overrated and all.

( Old Show = Faith to The Benders )


( Strictly )

1600 words of Tempest essay. Have used Spiderman quote - "with great power comes great responsibilty". May edit that out.

One wip down. Castiel's pov of Supernatural episode 5x08 "Changing Channels". This was originally going to be much funnier but ended up being dark and more of an examination of Castiel than anything else. Totally PG.

( Melting into the Darkening Sky )