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I must have read this more than once on account of I wrote it but at the end of WFL, Dean is drunk and he's talking about how "if you're dating my little brother in law then you're related to me too...because Novaks don't wait for marriage" And Michael raises his glass and says "hallelujah!" And I snorted out loud and I was so hella embarrassed that I laughed at my own writing I had to share it.
wasn't the stripper scene where crowley offered cas drugs and cas was all like hell ye hell ye fuckin righ and began to strip and crowley had this stripper pole in his basement and cas started pole dancing and crowley was like shake it angel shake it yeee i got whatya need and cas was like hell ye big daddy, or was that just me???
um... no i'm like 99% sure that's what happened.
final thoughts on WFL?
Finishing WFL was like when I first learned how to ride a bike without training wheels. My dad, who was a smoker at the time, had run around with me in the grass for hours at the local park so if I fell, I wouldn’t get hurt. However, because he was a smoker, on our way back to our house from the park, he couldn’t keep up. He figured I had it and let me go. I wiped out, smashed my chin against the curb across the street from my house, and an old lady gave me a washcloth to clean up.
What I mean by that is that finishing WFL – the longest story I have ever written by like 350,000 words – was a massive deal for me for so many reasons. First, it was the first fic I’d written since I had taken a 2 year break from writing fanfiction (because I had a boyfriend at the time, and even though he could roleplay his professional wrestling things, I felt like I was pretty much second string even though I knew I was twice the writer he was). And while I did write original stories at the time – two of which I’m actually really proud of and would love to continue someday, provided I haven’t forgotten everything I learned in my creative writing classes – I hadn’t ever really finished a novel-length story since I was sixteen.
And finishing WFL was like learning how to ride a bike. I know now that in about one year I can write 400,000 words. That’s a massive number of words.
But then I fell. Because what excuse did I have to not do it over again? How was I going to write something longer or better? How was I going to transition to something different after spending so much time with one story?
Rereading WFL was… enlightening.
There are parts I’m really proud of. There are scenes where I think I did actually remember what I was taught, and I do think I’m pretty good at letting the characters drive the story. I might actually favor that style TOO much because WFL was just sooo long. I think I could have cut some stuff… but the thing is, I know if I had tried to cut it at the time, I wouldn’t have cut the embarrassing things.
Like Cas being a stripper for a hot second in chapter three.
Or ANY SINGLE ONE OF THE SONG AND DANCE NUMBERS, SHOOT ME NOW THEY’RE SO BORING TO READ.
And I’m not trying to knock this fic. I think this fic is really important to me, and some people have told me that it’s important to them, but I think rereading it after not reading it for a year actually made me hype it up a little more in my head. Like the last chapter with the flashforward, I was looking forward to that the most, but I actually stopped reading it in the middle for a week or two because I just got bored.
And maybe part of my problem was that I was liveblogging it… so I felt like I couldn’t just sit back and enjoy it. It made it feel like work, and I was already working at the time.
I don’t know.
So if you want to know my final thoughts on WFL, I want them to be this: I am proud of that fic. Yes, it had some problems. Yes, there are some parts I look back and think are embarrassing. But that story made me believe in myself, and anyone who was reading it while I was writing it made me believe in myself, too.
For anyone out there who is thinking of writing a story or a poem or some music or creating a movie or whatever your passion is, I have to say just do it. When I started WFL, it was a 7500 word chapter with no direction. A year later, it was 405,000 words and after just now checking my AO3.org account, it has 320 kudos (about 50 more than my next highest) and 16,400 hits (which is 10,000 more than my next highest). That’s more than I ever thought I would get for any of my fanfics.
So, I’m proud. And if this fic ever once made someone laugh or cry, it did what I wanted it to do. A writer’s main goal is to make the reader feel something. If I made you feel, then I’m happy.
If I made you cry, I’m even happier.
And if I ever write another fic – or an original novel of my own – I do so with WFL forever in my heart. It taught me that I can finish something that I started… and that’s always been a struggle for me.
But even at the end of all of it, it wasn't easy. I sat there, wondering what I could possibly say after all of that to give it the ending it deserved. To make Dean and Castiel, Sam and Lucifer, and all the Novaks, the Winchesters, and all their partners happy with what I had created for them. Instead, I thought about the baby growing in Jo's belly, and I had my answer. No doubt - endings are hard. But then again, nothing really ends. Does it?
The final 3 paragraphs of We Found Love
The biggest break in the fourth wall is when Gabriel (in wedding-time, not flash forward time) says "Do not deny me three times before the cock you-know-whats... I said cock. Were that down in your notes. Exact wording. Only complete accuracy will do." Because they won't have that cock conversation for another year in the future, but since Chuck is writing it with the interviews, I think he let it bleed.
I'm embarrassed I say I just laughed out loud at this
"Are you kidding me?" Dean asked [Chuck]... "You are aware that by fucking my new baby brother, that makes you y new baby brother, too, right? Novaks don't wait for marriage." "Hallelujah," Michael said, raising his glass.
"When he turned around, Castiel held out the bracelet, and Dean took it, remembering it instantly. He held it in his hands, thumb tracing over the little charms, but one was missing. A little silver angel. Castiel had that charm in a chain around his neck. He would wear it under his clothes, always, as a reminder that Mary Winchester was always watching over him." I HAVE EMOTIONALLY COMPROMISED MYSELF!! WHO FREAKING CHOOSES TO READ THIS CRAP!?
Benny sneak attacking Cas at the receiving line to kiss him at the wedding is one of more my self-indulgent moments.
