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i've got a lovely bunch of coconuts
I have a really, really strong urge to light something on fire. I don't know what, and I'm not particuarly angry, I just long with all of my being to take a match to something flammable.
Does that make me a bad person?
Maybe I've just been away from the chemistry labs for too long. It's been a while since I got to blow any lab tables up or get 10M HCl all over my hands. Say whatever you want about theoretical chemistry, but lab chemistry is pretty frigging awesome--especially when you get to work with the caustic stuff. Mmm, caustic.
And speaking of caustic, have some abandoned!fic lines.
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"There's something there, Jensen knows, something sweet and soft in the curve of Jared's face buried against a pillow. But Jared keeps that secret tucked close under his chin and across the freckled bridge of his nose, like it's as precious to him as Jensen is."
"When little Sammy broke his leg for the first time, Dean went promptly crazy. John remembers it with absolute clarity and just-as-absolute terror."
"You're insane, Jensen declares after a full minute of silence. A bowling alley? I thought you said this was gonna be a kinky fuck.
Jared grins, twirling a straw between his ridiculously long fingers. It will be, he says. Jensen mumbles something rude under his breath about Jared's lack of imagination. Oh, Jensen, Jensen, devil's in the details. After all, who said I was going to be fucking you with my dick?"
"Sam tipped sideways, still half asleep, as the car jolted to an abrupt stop on the side of a dusty highway. He landed half on Dean and half crammed into the foot-well, knees around his ears and feet in his eyes. Dean, however uncomfortable Sam was, looked like he was worse off. His face was an unnatural shade of white, hands gripping the wheel so tight Sam could hear the grind of cartilidge and bone."
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In other news, there is a large congregation of high, stinky, loud students right under my dorm window. It is nearly 3AM and I cannot sleep for all of their blabbering and screaming.
Pls send waterballoons.
Does that make me a bad person?
Maybe I've just been away from the chemistry labs for too long. It's been a while since I got to blow any lab tables up or get 10M HCl all over my hands. Say whatever you want about theoretical chemistry, but lab chemistry is pretty frigging awesome--especially when you get to work with the caustic stuff. Mmm, caustic.
And speaking of caustic, have some abandoned!fic lines.
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"There's something there, Jensen knows, something sweet and soft in the curve of Jared's face buried against a pillow. But Jared keeps that secret tucked close under his chin and across the freckled bridge of his nose, like it's as precious to him as Jensen is."
"When little Sammy broke his leg for the first time, Dean went promptly crazy. John remembers it with absolute clarity and just-as-absolute terror."
"You're insane, Jensen declares after a full minute of silence. A bowling alley? I thought you said this was gonna be a kinky fuck.
Jared grins, twirling a straw between his ridiculously long fingers. It will be, he says. Jensen mumbles something rude under his breath about Jared's lack of imagination. Oh, Jensen, Jensen, devil's in the details. After all, who said I was going to be fucking you with my dick?"
"Sam tipped sideways, still half asleep, as the car jolted to an abrupt stop on the side of a dusty highway. He landed half on Dean and half crammed into the foot-well, knees around his ears and feet in his eyes. Dean, however uncomfortable Sam was, looked like he was worse off. His face was an unnatural shade of white, hands gripping the wheel so tight Sam could hear the grind of cartilidge and bone."
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In other news, there is a large congregation of high, stinky, loud students right under my dorm window. It is nearly 3AM and I cannot sleep for all of their blabbering and screaming.
Pls send waterballoons.
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OMG! YOU MUST WRITE THE ONE ABOUT SAMMY BREAKING HIS LEG!!! *FLAILS* OMG...OOOOOMG! DEAN! and even some PAPA!!! *DIES*
um, and the bowling alley one...SO KINKY!!! *pets Jared proudly*
And the last one has me ridiculously curious.
Well, the weekends do start on Thursday when in college. Sorry that you must endure that...although, I called Sam n'Dean and they are on their way to kick some ass. *hugs*
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Thirsty Thursday is what it's called around here, oh yes. Thursdays are for drinking and getting high, Fridays are for not going to class because of the hangover and then heading home for Saturday. Sundays are when they come back and get drunk and high all over again so they can't go to Monday classes.
It's a wonder anyone ever gets anything done around here, actually.
And I don't even know what to do with the Sammy-breaks-his-leg story! I got stuck about 200 words in, and now I cringe every time I see it. :(
...maybe I'll take the hour I have before class starts to sort of poke at these a little bit more. *ponders*
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Well, you could always just do a drabble. *shrugs* But I'd just LOVE to see how Dean reacts...how Papa reacts and, of course, how Sammy acts with all the fussing thats bound to happen.
*hugs* Have fun in class! *wink*
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I KNEW the plot bunnies would like the Peanut M&Ms!!! *beams proudly*
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*sighs happily*
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*twirls about*