Join us for this year’s SPN Spring Fling , a rapid-fire, double-blind, anonymous Supernatural exchange, in which you have a brief set of prompts, a week to create your fic/art/vid, and a lower AND upper limit on the size of your work. Short and sweet, like a spring fling!
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Welcome to the exchange you’ve all been waiting for - 2017’s spn_j2_xmas! This is a Secret Santa style fanworks exchange for the SPN and CWRPF fandom. You sign up with what you'd like to receive and what you're able to do, then you're matched up to create a SPN or CWRPF fandom gift for another…
Reminder that signups are OPEN for the 2017 spn-j2-xmas exchange on LJ! It’s a fic/art/vid secret santa exchange with a 1,000 word-minimum for fic and best equivalent for art and vids. Signups end on Friday in California, and gifts are due December 1st-25th. You don’t need an LJ account to sign up--you can sign up anon and post wherever you so please!
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I was tagged by @serricoj! Rules: go to page 7 of a WIP, skip to the 7th line, share 7 lines (or however much you want) and tag 7 more writers to continue the challenge. I’m tagging you. Consider yourself tagged.
I started writing this a few years ago and have tens and thousands of words and basically haven’t touched it in approximately a million years:
He sits next to Jared without really listening to his commentary because anyone can see clear as day what's happening. Osric takes the mound, and Jensen still can't quite believe what he's done. It ends 5-0 Giants, and sure, it's the Rockies, but a win's a win and the rest of the country starts learning Jensen's name too.
After this win, still dazed by the impossibility of it all, he gets lights and cameras shoved in his face en route to the lockers. Everyone wants to get a sound bite from San Francisco's rookie starter, and for a few seconds he is stunned mute. Jensen's teammates tumble past him in a riot of color and sound, and he wants so badly to be with them instead of trapped here with all these journalists asking him questions faster than he can think.
An arm materializes out of nowhere and drapes over his shoulders, and it's Misha. He leans on Jensen with his reporter-ready smile on and he says, "As you can see, he got signed to this team for his sparkling conversation."
Their laughter jolts Jensen from his stupor, and he manages to string together words to make coherent sentences. Misha pats him on the back then rubs his shoulder encouragingly before receding into the crowd.
If anyone had told Jared Padalecki that his bachelor party would start out with big red balls and end on a road trip with Keanu Reeves, he would have thought they were insane, but that’s exactly what happened, more or less, in a nutshell. Serves him right for getting freakin’-frostbitten-they-were-so-cold feet on the eve of his wedding rehearsal. He was supposed to be marrying Gen; Genevieve Cortese, that is. His fiancée. But all he could do was obsess about Jen; Jensen Ackles, that is. Best friend. Co-star. Dude. Something-that-couldn’t-possibly-be-love of his life. Except Jensen was happy, and Jensen was marrying Danneel in a few months, and Jensen wasn’t a fool like Jared was, picking now of all times to fixate on the past, to relive all those memories of them making out, in glorious detail, even if they had been drunk at the time. Or times, rather. There had been a lot of times. It just freaking figured that at some point during the three days before the wedding, between the big red balls and the Keanu Reeves Road Trip, that Jared lost Jensen. Like literally. Now suddenly the clock was ticking, he had a best friend to find, a wedding to get to and get through, and a goddamn mystery to solve in the midst of all the madness. Saying ‘I do’ should never be this complicated. Or this easy. Wedded bliss? He so did not sign up for this!
I laughed, I cried, I hyperventilated a little. This J2 au based on the movie The Hangover is one of the best things I've ever read and I'm sad its over. It was cracky yet still beautiful and serious and the love between J2 had me tearing up a little. If you haven't read this please love yourself and change that.
Jensen is a newly ‘out of the closet’ gay man ready for his first big gay romance. Jared is everything he never knew he wanted - sexy, carefree and willing to try anything once. Trouble is, Jared doesn’t do relationships.
This fic climbed inside me and twisted up my guts but don't let that put you off. The ending is happy and the characters are all wonderfully loveable no matter what their flaws.
40 Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).
Ohhhh, I really can't write an alternate ending because I had them in Jeff's house on Lake Como before I even had a plot to get them there, sorry!
But!
I can tell you more about them and what happened after I stopped writing, because as much as they both enjoy Italy and the very relaxed life they have there, once Jeff evens out after all the intrigue and Jensen starts to realize he isn't tied to a struggling estate, they kind of get bored, and then there's a letter (ostensibly from Jeff's grandmother but really as a cover from the Foreign Office) that's wanting Jeff to get back into the game. He's iffy on the idea, but the request comes from Castlereagh himself (so there's no more of Robert interfering--the Dowager refused to summon Jeff home until that was made quite clear) and Jensen isn't opposed to going to London for the spring, as Meg is making her debut and there would be a good reason for him to be there.
So, off they go, and it's really the first time they've been apart since Jensen chased Jeff down, because once they're in London, Jensen (of course) stays at his family's townhouse, while Jeff rents his usual rooms (aggravating his grandmother who thought they had settled all this the last time he'd been in London.) Neither one of them like living apart very much (which is secretly a relief to them both, because neither one of them was all that sure that the other didn't see the whole situation as a temporary sort of madness) but they do the rounds of Hyde Park and Almack's and Danneel throws a ball for Meg and, y'know, another Season in London passes.
The Foreign Office wants Jeff to nose around Russia and the newly-formed Poland, as the Czar's previous infatuation with self-rule has been yanked back and there are now lots of student-led, highly-nationalistic groups and everyone is disturbingly aware of just what a powder keg all of Eastern and Central Europe is in the power vacuum left after Napoleon. Fortunately, Jeff and Jensen have the perfect cover in Jared (who is in on the deal, too, as is Genevieve, though they don't mention that to anyone but the Dowager) and so, off they all go to St. Petersburg and Warsaw and Krakow to "visit" Jared's family. Intrigue follows!
(Or, if I'm being *really* self-indulgent, I have Jeff and Jensen cross paths with the Romantics while they're all swanning about Italy and mooching off of Byron at the Villa Diodati, but that's a little much even for me!)
"You work together, live together, and even when you have time to yourselves, you look for opportunities spend it with each other. And now you're only concerned because you think you might be in love with him? I think you should be concerned it took you this long to figure it out."
This is one of the only non-au (well as non-au as J2 can be) fics thats I've actually enjoyed because its well written and in character and the little codewords and stories Jared and Jensen have is adorable and just how I imagine them.
1) Something old- A blurb from one of the first fics you’ve ever written.
"Clarissa talks to people who aren't there. Ferguson worries."
Clarissa Explains It All fourth wall fic.
2) Something new- A snippet from something you’re currently working on, or from the last thing you posted.
from DCBB baseball AU wip:
Jensen ended up mulling it over for the rest of the day. Maybe in the last universe, Chris continued to wake up next to him every morning. Maybe two universes ago, Danneel followed him to California, and that was why she didn't this time. Maybe something in her knew better, the knowledge borne by the same atoms that followed her from world to world. In one universe, he and Danneel have a kid and a dog, and in another, Chris doesn't quit baseball. He stays right by Jensen's side, and that elation he felt in those first few months, the inconstant suspicion that this was all he needed in life, it would be confirmed. In another world, Babe Ruth doesn't go to New York. The ball doesn't roll between Buckner's legs. Steve Bartman can't make it to the game, and Moisés Alou makes the catch.
Somewhere, at some point, something was perfect, but no one's ever going to know how.
3) Something borrowed- A scene or section of dialogue from another writer’s story. Maybe something that inspired you or resonated with you. (Credit the writer and link to it if possible, please.)
And so here we are now, out here in California where nothing lasts forever and nothing is ever yours to keep, here we are well-stocked with canned goods and bottled water, here we are in San Francisco, San Francisco like something we were promised when we were kids, here where everything is more precarious, built on uncertain and fantastic foundations, built as a dare by men who came looking for gold, and here, take this city, it’s no good to me now, take these hills and this ocean, take the wildness of the land that can never be quite beat back, take this place that is already marked as gone, take this place and write nothing down about what will become of us, because here we are already planning for the next disaster, when last earthquake finally tears us free and we can go floating off, sinking down, the new Atlantis, we are here, where if we don’t drown we’ll burn like the hills, and it is a natural thing, brushfires, heartfires, it is the way the soil is replenished, the way you have to die to rise from the ashes, and so fitting that it should all happen here, in this place of loss and renewal, where we talk about rebirth and escape and whether or not we could swim to Alcatraz, this is San Francisco on the very edge of the world, as far west as you can get, and here in San Francisco we are waiting for the earth to break under our feet, waiting for all the dire and magnificent promise of this place to be revealed, all the pure immolation to come home to us, and we’ll be martyrs then, we’ll be forgiven all our sins and our hands will be clean.
Going to Wichita by (who else) motherfucking candle-beck, baseball RPS. HER WRITING IS REALLY UPSETTING. I AM UPSET. I'm covering my face in despair and in a few seconds I will stare at the heavens, drained of hope.
4) Something blue- C’mon, you know you’ve written a really gut-wrenching bit of angst at some point. Let’s hear the saddest or angstiest thing you’ve got. Alternatively? Tell us about the last time you described the color blue.
Here's some blue, I think:
Out here where the water sweeps into the land, it really does feel like the end of the world. Not in the Armageddon kind of way, but like in the old stories that warned sailors not to sail too close to the horizon. The place where two worlds meet feels like the edge of everything. Behind them, the land is ravaged and blistered, swallowed by the chaos of hell and the apathy of heaven. In front of them, the ocean is unending and free. It captures the sunlight and throws it back up at the sky, glittering.
- Bring Out Your Dead by unoshot and I. SPN, endverse gen.
