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My super cool fiancé prufrock_26 has stared a super cool commuity for Jesse Pinkman (and underappreciated BrBa at large) centered fanworks over at peekaboo_fics! Check it out! It's just a tiny baby community, but hopefully some fun can be had. :)

A Child Who's in Flight

Title: A Child Who's in Flight (or even more scenes from an alternate universe wherein Sam stole the Winchester boys in 1987)
Rating: PG-13?
Words: 3,837
Spoilers: Nothing specific.
Pairings: None.
Warnings: Children in distress, fluff (?), my inability to write action sequences.
Summary: Happy fifth birthday, Sammy. Everybody's got a plan for you. (Yay, more Reverse Engineering 'verse.)
Neurotic author's notes: Okay, classiczeppelin, here's your flowery dedication: this is for you, because I love you. Oops, I tried. To everybody else, have some fluff (?) and baby Winchesters. The title is from "Children Will Listen," from Into the Woods, and the cut text is from Les Misérables, volume IV, book III, "The House on Rue Plumet." Il se disait qu’il n’avait vraiment pas assez souffert pour mériter un si radieux bonheur, et il remerciait Dieu, dans les profondeurs de son âme, d’avoir permis qu’il fût ainsi aimé, lui misérable, par cet être innocent.

He said to himself that he really had not suffered enough to deserve such radiant happiness, and he thanked God, in the depths of his soul, for having permitted that he, a miserable man, should be so loved by this innocent being.Collapse )

oops i'm alive

hello friends sorry to vanish, i mostly just sleep and work and hope you're all doing just fantastically

Through the Looking Glass

Title: Through the Looking Glass
Rating: PG-13
Words: ~5,500
Spoilers: None specific past season five.
Pairings: Dean/Carmen (kind of), Dean/Cas (briefly), Dean/Sam (very briefly)
Warnings: Mental illness, panic, violence, implied child abuse, Hell memories, angry queer feminism, repetitive formatting.
Summary: The multiverse theory states that we are living in just one of multiple possible universes that, together, comprise of everything that exists, existed, or could exist. Dean goes down the rabbit hole.
Neurotic author's notes: This is for my darling seeing_ghosts, and pretend it's not 3 am here in America. This it a little bit of a weird fic, and I'm not sure I actually like it, but it's done and it's for you, S. love. The title is stolen from the Lewis Carroll novel of the same name. The cut text is from the great Richard Feynman's The Character of Physical Law.

Our imagination is stretched to the utmost, not, as in fiction, to imagine things which are not really there, but just to comprehend those things which are there.Collapse )


i owe so many people comments and iv'e been so busy and right now i am very drunk
hi all nobody is reading thise xcept me in three weeks confused hello future sparrow

Twelve Hour Shift

Title: Twelve Hour Shift
Rating: PG-13
Words: 2,220
Spoilers: None specific.
Warnings: Briefly described severe injury, severe panic attack/flashback, hospital drudgery.
Summary: Nurse Dawn Majewski is on the tail end of a twelve-hour shift when she gets her John Doe.
Neurotic author's notes: Happy birthday, Lily/rightfootred! This is a prompt you left on the wishlish waaaay back in December; I hope you like it! Please note I have very limited knowledge of medical procedure and my grasp of ambulance/ER practice is derived 100% from the patient side. The cut text is from St. Elsewhere, because I'm a cheeky little shit, and please do excuse excessive Dawn Majewksi. I just love her, see.

"Tell me this chaos will end." "This chaos will end." "I don't believe you."Collapse )

everyone is doing the alphabet meme

Lifted specifically from nwspaprtaxis, who is cooler than I am.

A - Age: 20.
B - Bed size: Usually, twin. Currently, however briefly, queen!
C - Chore you hate: I'm such a bitch about folding. It's dumb but I will treat it like the end of the world.
D - Dog's name: Holly! I saw her today for the first time in months!! :D
E - Essential start to your day item(s): Squinting blearily at my phone and going "th'fuckin'...whaa?" at my alarm.
F - Favorite color: Blue!
G - Gold or Silver: Silver.
H - Height: 5'9", unless you ask my rheumatologist who for some reason will insist I am 5'8".
I - Instruments you play: I played piano once for like three years and then everyone collectively realized I'm tone deaf, highly distractable, and possessing of minimal control over my hands, and I have since been relegated to the air guitar.
J - Job title: About that.
K - Kisses or hugs: Don't touch me. Hugs when I'm sober if I'm with certain people, kisses if I'm drunk.
L - Living arrangements: Currently with my parents because I got home from school an hour ago.
M - Mood: Exhausted.
N - Nicknames: Sparrow!
O - Overnight hospital stays other than birth: At least two or three, maybe more...overnight I think just two (or 3+ if you count "arrived at the hospital on day 1 and left on day 2" because of ER slowness), which is kinda mind-blowing considering the amount of time I'm spent in hospitals.
P - Pet Peeves: Actually too numerous to count.
Q - Quote from a movie: Three-way tie between "Death cannot stop true love--only delay it awhile," "I'm going to write a strongly-worded letter to the White Star Line about all this," and "I think I'll call her Dylan. It's a girl's name, too."
R - Right or left handed: Right-handed. Barely handed at all.
S - Siblings: One younger brother.
T - Time you wake up: Usually between 8 and 10 am, but that's when I'm at school, not working.
U - Underwear: I don't know. Boys' of some kind, I believe.
V - Vegetable you dislike: I cannot abide by cauliflower.
W - Ways you run late: I oversleep, or get too into reading something and oh, wait, shit, time to go!
X - X-rays you've had: So. Fucking. Many.
Y - Yummy food you make: I make some killer snickerdoodles and that is literally all I am ever trusted with.
Z - Zoo favorite: Peacocks!
my life is at a point where the Mountain Goat's "No Children" came on my shuffle and I was like, "Oh, hey, this is me and [redacted]'s song!"

I wasn't even kidding it's our song we have a history with this song

it's also a song about two people who are supposed to love each other but are really so consumed with misery the only person they hate more than the other is themselves oops


Title: Shangri-La
Rating: PG-13
Words: ~3,000
Spoilers: AU. Spoilers only through "It's a Terrible Life."
Warnings: Implied psychosis, brief self-harm, general misery.
Summary: If Zachariah never freed Sam Wesson and Dean Smith from the claustrophobic contrivance that was Sandover Bride & Iron Inc., what might have become of them?
Neurotic author's notes: Oh, Lord, I don't love this, but I haven't posted fic in forever and it's as good as it's gonna get. Inspired by a friend who, after seeing "It's a Terrible Life" for the first time, shrugged and said, "So Dean got Stanford and Bobby and Ellen and Jo. Did Sam get John then?" And hence this fic was born, even if it didn't end up involving John much at all. Happy summer, everybody! The cut text is from the Kinks song "Shangri-La."
More notes: This fic is dedicated to the amazing seeing_ghosts, who wrote me fic today* and who loves her some crazy!Dean. <3

*oh god it's so perfect and lovely and sad and amazing and perfect and please go tell S. she's perfect because she is omfg I love you S.
Here is your reward for working so hard, gone are the lavatories in the back yard, gone are the days when you dreamed of that car, you just want to sit in your Shangri-la...Collapse )


workin' on a cocktail called grounds for divorce

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