So - Sunday the 17th was
And, since she owns my ass...I started writing. I wrote like 2,000 words and thought I was halfway done. And then I wrote 2,000 more words and realized I wasn't done yet. And now it's another 2,000 words until the end. At least. It's becoming like an entity unto itself.
It's Stoned!Jensen's fault. He is way too much fun to write.
Also, one of those things has happened, where certain characters I didn't know were going to be together, slip in behind the scenes - (some of them are not even in the damn story) - and some original characters keep trying to steal the scenes from Rob...
And I'm really enjoying writing it, but
Hang in there.
And in the meantime...
Snippet from "Better Off Now".
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“What’s going on?” Jensen asks.
“Nothing. I think I got that part in that sci-fi thing.”
“Dude! Cool beans.”
“Did you just say cool beans?”
“Shut it, Benedict. My mama says cool beans.”
“You are so southern when you’re stoned.”
“Yeah, the three S-es. Southern when I’m sleepy, stoned or having sex.”
Rob totally does not make a strangled noise at that information. “Good to know,” he says and thinks his voice mostly sounds normal.
Except maybe not, because Jensen is laughing again.
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Also, enjoy this art I made for the fic. Look at the pretty.
And,