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[tommygirl]

My sn_holidays story is with my betas and I'm trying to finish up my spn_holidays piece. The problem I have with the holiday challenges is that I want the stories to be perfect and wonderful for the recipient...and that makes it harder to write because I second guess myself a whole lot.

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How is my winter vacation almost over already? It feels like it only just started...and that makes me sad. I really wish I was independently wealthy or that I could enjoy fandom activities as a job. Wouldn't that be lovely?

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Alrighty, off to catch up on friends list and then I must finish this supernatural gift. And then I'm sure I'll be bugging y'all for a beta.

In case I'm not back on, have a happy and safe holiday! I'm hoping to take the night to reflect on things and work on how to make more of myself in the upcoming year. I don't do resolutions, per se, because to me that seems like I'm doomed to failure come March...but I like to think about where I can go in the upcoming year.

Comments

[pheebs1.livejournal.com]

I love challenges but sometimes I find them stressful. Esp ones where you give four prompts then get say four to choose from (rather than picking out one that hits you). Cause sometimes I end up writing something I don't feel strongly about...and then I am not sure where to go with it and I worry that the recipient will get a below standard product. Anyway! I sympathise and I am SURE you are doing grand and just second guessing self cause of worries. I wish you a Happy New Year. I agree with you - I think resolutions can put too much pressure on sometimes - but no harm in deciding on a direction to go in, is there?! Have a good 08

[random-serious.livejournal.com]

Happy new year! May it be the best yet!

[skuf.livejournal.com]

I really wish I was independently wealthy or that I could enjoy fandom activities as a job. Wouldn't that be lovely?
Yup, that'd be awesome :oD

Happy New Year!

[iamtheenemy.livejournal.com]

So I wrote this for you as a gift in your fandom stocking or whatever that you signed up for, but I don't know when the heck they're planning to unlock it, so I figured I'd reproduce it for you here, since I'm pretty sure you'd want to see it. <3

"I hate vampires," Dean said. He picked up a machete and inspected it critically. "When was the last time we sharpened this thing?"

"The gnomes in Fort Lauderdale?" Sam guessed as he armed his crossbow.

Dean shuddered. "Fucking gnomes. If there's one thing I hate more than vampires, it's those slimy bastards."

"Are you still on that?" Sam asked.

"It stole the Impala, Sam, that's not something I can forget about. What the fuck does a gnome need a car for? Its little feet couldn't even reach the pedals."

"It did it to piss you off. Which worked, by the way."

"What it did was made it easier for me to cut out its wormy little heart," Dean said.

"Except that all we had to do to kill it was get it inside a pentagram and say the Pagan disenchantment rite," Sam pointed out.

"My way was more effective," Dean said.

Sam shrugged. "Well, you only had yourself to blame when you ended up with gnome scent all over you and didn't get laid for a week."

"Worth it," Dean repeated, but with noticeably less conviction. "Where is she, anyway?" He hollered at the closed bathroom door, "Hey, let's go! Sunset's in fifteen!"

Marianne threw open the door and glared at Dean. "I'm coming, god. Sam, teach your brother some manners, would you?"

"It's way too late to start now," Sam said.

"We gotta go," Dean whined. "What were you doing in there, curling your hair?"

"I was preparing," Mare said, holding up two full water bottles.

Dean raised his eyebrows. "Wow, got any peanut butter and jelly sandwiches too, Mom? Gold fish crackers? Maybe something to kill the bloodsucking hellspawn we're about to go and fight?"

"It's filled with holy water, asshole," Mare said with a roll of her eyes. "It's to trick them into drinking it. I saw it on Buffy once."

"Do we have to have the reality versus television debate again, darling?" Dean asked.

"No, pookie," Mare retorted. "Anyway, this is totally going to work."

"Just in case they don't fall for your clever ruse, how about arming yourself with, you know, an actual weapon?" He waved the machete in front of her enticingly.

"Ugh, that thing still smells like gnome," she complained, wrinkling her nose.

"Would you take it, and stop being a pain in my ass?" Dean asked.

"Fine," Mare said, grabbing the handle.

The vampire nest was a few miles from the motel. They parked the Impala behind several large trees for cover and hopped out.

"Ready?" Dean asked Mare, testing his grip on the stake in his hand.

"Ready," Mare replied.

Dean slid a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a hard kiss. When they parted, Dean grinned at her, wild and violent. "Let's go."

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Twenty minutes later, they arrived back at the car. Mare was smiling brightly, the blood-soaked machete still clutched tightly in her hand and her dark hair in angry tangles around her face. Beside her, Dean looked sullen.

Mare said, in her best gruff Dean-voice, "Blah blah that'll never work, Mare blah blah gold fish crackers blah blah."

Sam snickered.

"Shut up," Dean said, yanking open the passenger side door and tossing Mare the keys.

"We're listening to Justin Timberlake all the way to Tuscon," Mare declared.

"Oh, I don't - "

"Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole," Mare reminded gleefully, and revved the engine.

[storydivagirl.livejournal.com]

This is the most awesome of awesome things ever! I love it. YOu are totally getting your Steph & Hiro have to save Patrick adn Pete of FOB!