AND NOW, a snippet from the tragicomedy,
Lassiter Tries To Get Her Shit Together. Act II: First World Problems. MY SMARTPHONE IS OUTSMARTING ME. Fucking Blackberry is going to become sentient overnight and kill me in my sleep, I swear to fucking god. Blackberry internetting still eludes me, alas, but, ummm... at least all the Casfest pinch-hits are covered? All I brought for lunch to work today are double-stuff milanos, because why the motherfucking eyefuck not. PS: Please don't crosspost my shit to Facebook or Twitter, thanks.
I wrote this next commentfic at
wandersfound's. The prompt was 'possessiveness/jealousy'. Despite having written this for the Five Acts meme, it is Novak gen. Such as it goes. I'm also gonna go ahead and count this for
the Jimmy square of my
spnsupporting table. Guess that SPN/Stonehenge Apocalypse twincest AU will just have to wait.
The epigraph is from
'After Persephone' by Tracy K. Smith, which is a poem about angel/vessel PTSD. Thank you to
zempasuchil for betareading.
Fiat LuxSupernatural. Jimmy, Claire, Castiel. PG.
Futurefic. The next time Castiel needs a vessel, it's Claire who says yes. Jimmy POV. ~2000 words
( Then retreat / Into the present. That silence. / Not emptiness, but weight. )