#efflorescentjared

woo Eve, let’s see--I’ll talk about the big one, since I just talked about the WW AU. So, this fic is my submission for the SPN-J2 Big Bang, and it’s a J2 in an urban fantasy setting... and I maybe am not supposed to talk a huge amount about it, I’m realizing now, since the artist claims haven’t happened yet. Hmm. Well--it’s urban fantasy, though in a relatively normal-feeling setting, and it’s one with exclusively OCs instead of the CW-universe cast members--so, really, it’s basically just an original story that I’m making you guys read because the two main characters are very pretty and have some characteristics you’ll recognize! Ahaha, how sneaky am I. :)

I set out wanting to do something that wasn’t a meet-cute, more of a meet-awkward; I also wanted it to be something more than a love story. The most difficult aspect, I think, has been making sure the themes emerge in a way that isn’t in-your-face but also isn’t so hidden so as to be invisible to the reader. I didn’t plan this one too much, but as I wrote the things that started to be most interesting to me were... themes of class difference and paternalism, and class privilege, and a slight sidelong view at criminality/justice and what that meant, and trust. All through the lens of boy-smoochin’. It’s tough to make sure those things stay uppermost, when we’re also spending a lot of time on Jared’s little romantic heart and diving into bed every other day. We’ll see if anyone buys it, or cares about that stuff more than the boy-smoochin’. (lbr, the boy-smoochin’ is incredibly important.)

So, a section I’m proud of? Let’s do this one--a little preview, which hopefully won’t get me in trouble.

When he wakes up Jared's disoriented, hazy. Didn't realizehow tired he was. He touches his watch and the time arrives in his head—earlymorning, far too early. As he opens his eyes he remembers, and then he's sure,sinking, that of course—but, no. Jensen's getting back onto the bed, stillnaked, body all white in the moonlight drifting in over the tumble-wreckedsheets. "You should have curtains," he says, throaty with his voicedisused, and Jared watches him curl up against the pillows, just a foot away.

"I like the sun," Jared mumbles, and for somereason that makes Jensen's tiny dimples appear. He sleeps more, and wakes up tolips against his temple, and turns it into a real, sour, uncoordinated morningkiss before Jensen murmurs, "Take me home," and Jared nods, but firsthe holds Jensen long and warm, his hard bones and his soft places, perfect. Thesun's just barely creeping over the horizon, staining the wall above his bed togrey-gold, and Jensen's eyes when he pulls back are grey, too, and hard to see.

haha, I don't remember that pantsless murphy scene and from the sound of it, I'm better off for that. Oooh, I didn't even think of the white court angle. it would be pretty cool to merge House Raith and Marcone's empire. Thomas' family is basically vampire mafia anyway. The idea of them hooking up partially out of grief is also a fun one

I think I also veered into the discussion of thomas’ struggle with his vampire nature and the shit that went down in the later books where he finally gave in out of like. serious trauma vs marcone’s open acceptance of his own role as a kind of professional monster (have you read the short story from marcone’s pov? its probably my favorite thing to come out of the series tbh) and thomas learning how to take back control of sense of self 

I cried like a baby at six feet under's finale; it was so good. I also really like Due South's finale. And I can't remember if I liked the finale episode of House in general, but the final scene with House and Wilson literally riding off into the sunset on a motorcycle was perfect

god the final like 10 minutes of six feet under was amazing, i still get chills every time i hear breathe me.

“He loves you,” Michael murmurs, cupping Sam’s face. “He loves you so much.”

“Please,” Sam whispers. “Please, I just want him back, Michael. He doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve - -”

Sam’s cut off when Michael presses their lips together, and honestly - - he’s stunned into silence, eyes wide. 

Michael pulls away, puzzled, and grasps Sam’s chin with his fingers. “I don’t understand how this is possible - - but you are pure, Sam. I can taste it.”

Sam swallows hard, looking at him in disbelief. “What?”

Michael kisses him again, needing to have more. “You’re pure,” he repeats. “You’re pure, and I...want it for myself.”

Sam shivers. He knows this isn’t Dean, but...still. Hearing those words from someone who looks like Dean is still...something. “What do you want?”

Michael slides his hand up Sam’s back, smiling at him. “I want you to behave, first and foremost.”

Sam casts his eyes down. “Will you ever let my brother go?”

idk why but “5 hours of sexual intercourse” is cracking me up

So clinical. Doctor Dean examining their sexual dysfunction. Wait, that’s another fic.

@dreamsfromthebunker replied to your post “Tagged by @zmediaoutlet @efflorescentjared and...”

omg ��

Still laughing this morning at how random some of these are.

@largoindminor replied to your post “Tagged by @zmediaoutlet @efflorescentjared and...”

“Three hours and five fucks” I approve ��

So proud, Ann 😉

@seafoxfire reblogged your post and added:

I decided to try this because its HILARIOUS!...

Haha I am picturing the most ridiculous thing like runway Sam Zoolander style with the lipstick and blue steel, strutting down the runway and Deans like “Sammy no” and Sams like, “Sammy yes” he cocks his hip to one side and sticks out his round little booty and winks at Dean over his shoulder and Deans like “yeah ok” 

SamBenny is something that i could kinda see happening. i mean, it would be more of sam really can’t stand benny because of all the time that he’s been spending with dean and well, honestly he can’t stand the guy. but dean took them down to benny’s neck of the woods to work a case or something and maybe sam might have had a tad bit too much whiskey and well, benny’s voice, there was something about it that was just... it was supposed to be a one time thing. right? a hate fuck but it happened again and then maybe it happened again before it happened to many times to be called nothing more than a semi-relationship.

Thank you thank you thank you baby! It sounds so patronizing, but honestly I couldn't;t give less fucks about how I turned out. I just wanted to hug them. And Sunday was fucking HARD. I was in a bad place for a bit and I just wanted to hold them. But I’m super happy with how it all turned out.