Kalliel (kalliel) wrote,

because nothing says 'you're nuts!' like this icon

Hello, lovelies! Just popping in because I won't have regular Internet access for a while and I feel like I should be taking advantage of it right now. But I'm too busy and too tired and that makes me too sad to adequately contemplate.

No, seriously, it was the weirdest thing. I went to a computer lab to finish typing up my final final paper (!!!) and the computer booted up with Mac's purple galaxy wallpaper (kind of like this?). And while I waited for the computer to boot up fully I was just like, wow that's so cool! I like the new Macs! How did they get their wallpapers to move like that!

Except uh. It wasn't actually moving. Yeah.

Anyway, now that I've adequately embarrassed myself, finals are over, graduating folks have been bid adieu, moving is crazy and time-consuming and oh-god-what-do-you-mean-I-have-to-unpack-all-this-I-just-packed-it-all! and all week I've been in one of those states where you feel like you don't need to eat or sleep, ever. And it makes it feel like it's been a lot longer than a week, because there are just SO MANY MORE HOURS IN A DAY SUDDENLY. MINDBLOWN.

Speaking of more hours in a day, I do wish there were some. I feel like after you sit your final exams life should suspend itself in some kind of blissful, timeless tranquility. But apparently not. Oh well. So it goes. Etc. Right, this had a point.

I HAVE A spn_j2_bigbang DUE ON TUESDAY (though my artist would prefer my Monday night, because of timezone differences). I HAVE ABOUT 8K. AND NO PLOT TO SPEAK OF. I know, we turned in a 20k draft over a month ago. How does that work? I don't know. I really don't.

But I was wondering if somebody, or a group of somebodies, could please please help me? I need

- someone who will handhold the entire time, because subjectively I NEED IT
- someone who will critique, because objectively I probably actually need that a lot more, XP

It's Supernatural, Samn'Dean-centric, pre-series case!fic ("teenchesters") and post-series curtain!fic without curtains (AU from some nonspeciic point in S6, discounting 6x21, in I think the year 2016 or something). Um, what else. Daddy issues, identity issues, repressed!omg! issues, last cowboys!issues, etc. Best summary run-down ever, I know. BUT I WOULD BE ETERNALLY GRATEFUL YOU KNOW THIS, RIGHT? RIGHT??? And if you do desire my eternal gratitude can take physical forms.

-----And I know I said I'd embarrassed myself enough, but as surely you've noticed if you've read this far I cannot stop babbling right now, so fuck it. Earlier I was packing wine glasses/thing fragile glass cups/whatever those things are and I'd run out of packing material to keep these kinds of things safe and snug, so I wrapped them in my leftover clean underwear that also needed to be packed. I also threw some glow-in-the-dark plastic dinosaurs into the same box as a lamp and a soup pot.

Okay, I'm done. Midnight's a good time for dinner, right?

♥ ♥ ♥ for you all and I miss you all and I will catch up better once I figure out which way is up. DID I MENTION I MISS YOU ALL? ♥ ♥ (Yeah, I know. It's been like twelve days. Shush. Twelve days is a lifetime when on a normal day two hours is too long, pffffft.)

Tags: disappear here, fandom: spn, i use lj the way other people use tumblr, strange tales from the southern front, unapologetic hit-and-run

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