Fic: Curtain (PG)

Title: Curtain
Author: apocalypsos
Fandom: Supernatural
Spoilers: 5.22
Summary: Next time, he would simply have to hide better.

( Curtain )

Imma punch someone inna face with my wee tiny fists.

It is technically late May, and it is fifty degrees and rainy. I feel depressed enough without stifling the urge to cry when I look out the window. I'm sorta frustrated with my job this week and sick of this place and feeling lonely as fuck and I really hate being in a state of mind that makes me well up when I see Jensen and Danneel's wedding pictures because, fuck, that's really sweet and I hope they have a good life and pretty babies but I also wish I had something like that, except of course if I had something like that it would have washed its hair and shaved its face for the wedding, Jen.

... urgh. Anyway.

I'm still planning on posting a small fandoms fic thing on apocalyptothon when all of the stories are in, which I believe they are, but don't quote me on it just yet. It'll probably just be a prompt free-for-all separated by fandoms in the comments if I'm planning it right, but we'll see.

I've got to edit tonight. I spent today trying to get access to my email on my lunch and breaks and apparently every free wi-fi for about a block was down. Nothing like driving around like some big loser trying to get an internet connection on your wee little netbook.

Oh, and I'm debating replacing the cell phone my mom pays for with a Tracfone, because the Tracfone is the only thing I can afford and even the cheapest versions still do more and work better than the lame Motorola my mom gave me. Just because I could drop it off a roof and it would bounce doesn't make up for the fact that I can stand in my living room in the middle of town within blocks of the telephone company and not pick up a damn signal.

And now I'm going to console myself with milk chocolates with maple walnut filling and Lee and Crystal moving onto the final two OR ELSE, CASEY.

Huh.

( This is what I'm getting out of tonight's AI, in particular that final performance. )

Mmm.

( Glee )

This one time, at nuclear explosives camp ...

So you know how last year I threatened to have a round of the apocalyptothon for small fandoms after the big challenge was over?

Look what I got done this year!