tigriswolf | real life and fandom always collide (in my mind)

You know what I want? An icon with the words “beneath the sky of lust” and a Supernatural video to Richard Marx’s “Children of the Night”. *shrugs*

Also, are there any Supernatural videos to “Locking Up The Sun?”

Yes, I finally got my Poets of the Fall CD. *glee*

I have a new job, at my college’s bookstore. I get 20% off textbooks.

So, I know I had a plan for my werewolf!Dean ‘verse. I actually think I might have ended up turning Sam into a vampire, so that he and Dean could be together forever. Or that may have been a different story. However, even though I’ve reread the entirety of what I have, I still lack the inspiration to finish it.

I took an assessment of my possible careers and guess what the top result was? Translator. Yeah, I have no idea either. I’m barely conversational in Spanish, if that, and I really don’t see myself ever getting better. The rest of the results, however, do seem more accurate.

I found a short story I started last year, about a family descended from fairies. I added some to it. I also located, again, some stuff I’ve been meaning to type up and (possibly) finish for about a year. Maybe even longer.

I think I want to teach people to read. Not little kids (I’ve already done two semesters helping second graders get better at reading), but illiterate adults. Or maybe English as a second language. Any ideas for material to research? I’ve already emailed a volunteering program here in the city, but no one’s gotten back to me yet.

Actually, you know what? Listening to this CD (Poets of the Fall, Carnival of Rust), there should be a vid for just about every song. Have you heard “All the Way/4U?” Holy shit, dudes.

I think my new favorite animal is the supercroc. They are AWESOME. Maybe my career should have something to do with prehistoric beasts? Except that would require science classes, yeah?

I watched Disney’s Hercules today. Hades reminded me an awful lot of Alistair.

Of course, everything reminds me of Supernatural, so maybe that’s not so shocking.

And another thing: I rewatched some of "The Magnificent Seven" very early this morning and actually looked for any other pairing besides Chris/Vin. The only thing that leapt out was Buck/JD, except I already saw them. So.

Anyway, time to wrap up this post. So, final thought: if you could have me write anything, (any fandom, any storyline) what would it be? Also, any timestamp requests? That might be interesting.

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“Grandpapa!” Annabell hollers, letting the door bang shut behind her. “You have a letter!”

Leonard turns his head to watch her trump through the den. “A letter?” he asks. Someone actually used paper for something? Odd.

“Who calls you Bones?” she demands, handing off the envelope. “I thought I know everyone you know.”

Yeah, thanks for that, Starfleet. Leonard doesn’t need a keeper, even if she is his favorite great-grandchild. “You do,” he answers quietly, tired all of a sudden.

Seventy-five years. His fingers curl around the fragile paper and he bows his head.

“Bellie,” he says, “I’m gonna go lay down now.”

His legs, the traitors, try to collapse beneath him, so he suffers the indignity of needing her help, and then he clutches the envelope to his face. If he pretends hard enough, he can still smell Jim.

He doesn’t want to open it, to read whatever Jim thought important enough to send today, on his birthday. He’s done a good job moving on—seventy-five years is a damned long time.

He hasn’t been to space since they got home from that last mission. Holding the envelope, he can imagine the sky as they soar through it, dark and deep and quiet.

“You stubborn bastard,” he mutters, carefully unsealing it. “You damned fool.”

He hasn’t been Bones in seventy-five years. Reading those words in that handwriting, he’s three-quarters of a century back, shaking his head in amazement as Jim Kirk waxes poetic about some stunt he just survived.

It hurts as much as he expected, but it also feels so good—young and alive, and smiling.

Oh Leonard! This is so heartbreaking, but somehow appropriate. It's so sweet that Jim uses paper. I love how shaken he is and then how he tries to hold onto the memories once he realizes they're not going away. Thank you.

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real life and fandom always collide (in my mind)

"we all go sometime, seventy-five years later" - implied Bones/Jim, PG

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Re: "we all go sometime, seventy-five years later" - implied Bones/Jim, PG