whynot | CASFEST OR BUST

CASTIELFEST:
-- is now a fanfic AND fanart exchange. \o/
-- needs YOUR help, artists! Can you spare some time to help us out by
------1) making a Castielfest comm header graphic,
------2) tweaking the layout of the Castielfest comm, AND/OR
------3) making 500x300-pixel Castielfest banners?
Because that would be great. DO IT FOR CAS, GUYS.

I also signed up for

spnrarepairs. Sordid angel backstory and/or time-traveling incest will soon be mine! In other news, Sam's birthday commentfic party at

ohsam is still chugging along nicely. I feel like I'm missing the point of 3W4DW because I keep on turning the conversation back to LJ.

It's been memetime o'clock here for ages, huh? This one's from

smilla02, except I changed some things:
Comment with a link to an awesome song on YouTube, and I will:
1. Respond with something random about you.
2. Tell you which color you remind me of.
3. Tell you my first memory of you.
4. Tell you what animal you remind me of.
5. Ask you something I've always wondered about you.
6. Tell you who I ship you with.
7. Challenge you to post this on your journal.

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Sometimes they fight over the seating. Riding shotgun means more legroom and the ability to pick rest stops, but it also means the responsibility of navigating: by compass, map, stars, moss, tarot, or sheer will. Driving means controlling the radio and picking the speed, but sometimes in the middle of the night it means being the only one awake on a dark road, and also it means paying tolls.

The backseat is the most comfortable if you want to sleep, curled up on everyone's coats, but you run the risk of being chewed on by the Hellhound puppy Lass found in a graveyard (he's teething).

"Road's too narrow for the car," Wyrm says.

"What do we desperately need to take with us?" Z asks.

"Hey!" the muffled voice comes from the backseat, under the coats. "Can I come too?"

"Betsy!" Lass says. "Are you a stowaway?!"

"I think the scientific term is sidekick," says Z.

"You're the sidekick," says Lass.

"omg, YOU are," says Z.

"Guys," says Wyrm. And then she looks at Betsy, who is climbing out from under coats and food wrappers. "I was wondering when you were going to show up."

Betsy smiles. "Timing's everything."

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It's strange and refreshing to be out on foot again. Lass keeps looking over her shoulder at the car. The heat of the day eventually tamps down on the chatter, and their clustering thins out to a line: Wyrm up front, then Betsy, then Z, then Lass. On they go, watching the sweat trickle down the backs of necks, making shirts stick to backs, feeling their shoulders burn. Twilight is a relief. The dusk siphons away the heat of day, and when Lass calls for a break, they sit under a willow tree with their tea and their bread, and Z points out the stars to Betsy and explains how even the constellations are changing now, how they are all running out of time. Two extra stars in the Pleiades, three missing stars from Pegasus, like the heavens themselves are running out of self.

Wyrm keeps the fire fed with dry branches, and Lass reads their future in the smoke.

"Prophecies," Wyrm sniffs. She doesn't have much faith in divination (besides, people who keep their tea leaves in the bottoms of their teacups are brewing an improper cup of tea, and that is a crime against nature).

Betsy flops in front of the fire with her head on Lass's bag. "Going to be hard to travel by star if this keeps happening," she says.

"Oh!" Z calls. "Shooting star, guys!" It's the one from the middle of Orion's Belt.

CASFEST OR BUST

so i found this thread again while I was looking for something important

this IS an important thread, wyrm

Re: this IS an important thread, wyrm