Sad things
May. 27th, 2010 06:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hilsI think mama goose has abandoned her eggs. No sign of her all week :(
Don't you hate it when you re-read a fic you loved and noticed all the things wrong with it the second time around. The fic I've got on my eReader at the moment is one I read when I was still fairly new to J2 and I adored it. On a second go it's not the most well written fic ever. Not bad enough to get me to stop though.
Now I'm scared to re-read The Doors of Time in case I wind up hating it
*sadface*
In sillier news me and my Twitter parnters in crime made a start on a collaborative Jensen/Misha badfic this morning. Sadly it came screaming to a halt when Jim Beaver came online because he's following one of us and we were embarassed about him seeing it. This was as far as we got
Jensen woke up to a strange feeling IN HIS PANTS. He quickly realised this was largely because of Misha and the gun he was holding against his effulgent crotchal region.
"What are you doing?" Jensen asked.
"Just thought I'd rehearse for the Stonehenge scene we're filming today. Help me?"
"Help you how?"
A wicked smirk flashed across Misha's face. "I need you to hold my gun, but don't let it go off"
He handed Jensen the gun and slowly began to inch his sweatpants down his hips. Jensen's grip tightened around the barrel he held the gun by. Misha winked, "careful you don't go off half-cocked now."
Jensen watched, knuckles white on the gun as Misha's sweatpants inched lower. "Misha what scene are we rehearsing here?"
Don't you hate it when you re-read a fic you loved and noticed all the things wrong with it the second time around. The fic I've got on my eReader at the moment is one I read when I was still fairly new to J2 and I adored it. On a second go it's not the most well written fic ever. Not bad enough to get me to stop though.
Now I'm scared to re-read The Doors of Time in case I wind up hating it
*sadface*
In sillier news me and my Twitter parnters in crime made a start on a collaborative Jensen/Misha badfic this morning. Sadly it came screaming to a halt when Jim Beaver came online because he's following one of us and we were embarassed about him seeing it. This was as far as we got
Jensen woke up to a strange feeling IN HIS PANTS. He quickly realised this was largely because of Misha and the gun he was holding against his effulgent crotchal region.
"What are you doing?" Jensen asked.
"Just thought I'd rehearse for the Stonehenge scene we're filming today. Help me?"
"Help you how?"
A wicked smirk flashed across Misha's face. "I need you to hold my gun, but don't let it go off"
He handed Jensen the gun and slowly began to inch his sweatpants down his hips. Jensen's grip tightened around the barrel he held the gun by. Misha winked, "careful you don't go off half-cocked now."
Jensen watched, knuckles white on the gun as Misha's sweatpants inched lower. "Misha what scene are we rehearsing here?"