Five Things
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kiwiana posted this:
So, I commented, because I'm kind of curious as to what people think. And she responded with:
Tattoos: My absolute favorite form of self-expression. I love mine, and I love seeing whatever other people have (and especially hearing the stories behind them). They're beautiful, and unique, and yeah . . . I guess my kink for them isn't really a shock, right?
Talent: It's a weird thing, because if you have it and admit it, you sound arrogant. If you have it and you don't admit it, you sound either fake or insecure. *shrugs* I have it, but you probably won't ever hear me talk about it outside of this post.
Passion: In order -
1.) Music - Listening to it, making it, living and breathing it.
2.) People - Family, friends, anybody else that fits into the human category.
3.) Writing - Telling stories that have either never been told before, or just telling them in a way that hasn't been done to death.
Slash: Liberating. I used to kick against it, because it was expected from the bi girl. I gave in, though, and found a whole level of freedom I didn't even know existed in my writing.
Insanity: What I write, what I love, what I'm inexplicably drawn to, and what I will probably be committed for someday. What can I say? I'm a crazy bitch. ;)
So there it is.
And here's the challenge. I'm working on a new fic called Just Talk (Sometimes a Little Dirty) to Me, but it's coming a little slower than some of my other stories do.
In the meantime, I kind of want to challenge myself in a new way. So comment with a one-word prompt, and I will give you a ficlet of 1000 words or less.
kiwiana posted this: Leave a comment saying, "COMMENT" and I will give you five words I associate with you. Then post about what they mean to you, along with this, at your journal.
So, I commented, because I'm kind of curious as to what people think. And she responded with:
Tattoos: My absolute favorite form of self-expression. I love mine, and I love seeing whatever other people have (and especially hearing the stories behind them). They're beautiful, and unique, and yeah . . . I guess my kink for them isn't really a shock, right?
Talent: It's a weird thing, because if you have it and admit it, you sound arrogant. If you have it and you don't admit it, you sound either fake or insecure. *shrugs* I have it, but you probably won't ever hear me talk about it outside of this post.
Passion: In order -
1.) Music - Listening to it, making it, living and breathing it.
2.) People - Family, friends, anybody else that fits into the human category.
3.) Writing - Telling stories that have either never been told before, or just telling them in a way that hasn't been done to death.
Slash: Liberating. I used to kick against it, because it was expected from the bi girl. I gave in, though, and found a whole level of freedom I didn't even know existed in my writing.
Insanity: What I write, what I love, what I'm inexplicably drawn to, and what I will probably be committed for someday. What can I say? I'm a crazy bitch. ;)
So there it is.
And here's the challenge. I'm working on a new fic called Just Talk (Sometimes a Little Dirty) to Me, but it's coming a little slower than some of my other stories do.
In the meantime, I kind of want to challenge myself in a new way. So comment with a one-word prompt, and I will give you a ficlet of 1000 words or less.
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Date: 2010-03-06 05:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-06 05:36 pm (UTC)Waiting
Date: 2010-03-07 07:51 pm (UTC)The first time he said it, Jensen was kidding. It's true that Jared takes an inordinate amount of time to get his shit together and get out the door in the morning, but it's not really that annoying. And it's also true that he always ends up in the car about fifteen minutes before Jared does, but at least it gives him enough time to fall back asleep against the window before they roll out of the driveway.
The thing is, he's patient. Always has been. His father taught him, when he was pretty young, that you don't always get immediate rewards for your actions. All you can do, Son, is work hard, give it your best, and wait to see what happens next.
His grandmother used to call it 'planting seeds.' You plant a seed, Jensen, give it plenty of sunshine and water, but it doesn't become a flower over night. You have to be patient and, in the end, it will be worth it. I promise. She hasn't been wrong yet.
He was acting in Hollywood for nearly ten years before Supernatural came along. Working hard . . . planting seeds . . . whatever. What he's found is that the best things come when you're ready for them, even if it's not when you think you are. He wasn't ready for the level of success that he's achieved when he first got to Hollywood.
Instead of looking at the setbacks, the rejections, as roadblocks on the path to his goals, he tries to remember that they're just detours. And sometimes, when you follow the detours, it takes a little longer, but he knows now that he'll reach the destination eventually, and maybe see something he wasn't expecting along the way.
He certainly wasn't expecting to do another genre show, not after he'd already tucked two of them under his belt in near-rapid succession. And he wasn't expecting to find the best friend he's ever had, and a chemistry that is palpable, en route to his dream of starring in his own project. Least of all, he was absolutely not expecting to fall in love with Jared.
It didn't strike out of nowhere, and it wasn't immediate. But over time, cultivating this relationship with his co-star, he can't deny that it's happened. Sometimes he thinks he should say something about, tell Jared how he feels, plant a seed. But he figured it out on his own, and something keeps telling him that Jared will, too. When he's ready. When they're both ready for it, he's confident that it will happen.
Waiting (Cont.)
Date: 2010-03-07 07:52 pm (UTC)Same thing, every day. He's twenty minutes late, and apologizing all over the place like he doesn't know where the time went.
Jensen just grunts and attempts to burrow further into the cool glass of the window. Jared doesn't need to know that Jensen doesn't mind waiting in the morning, after all.
“Hey,” Jared's voice isn't particularly soft or quiet, so Jensen turns and gives him a grouchy look. Until he raises a travel mug into Jensen's eye line and smiles sheepishly. “Brought you coffee.”
Jensen sits up a little straighter and takes the mug, eyebrow quirking when Jared's fingers brush against his blatantly against the side of the cup. Jared's staring back at him, and it's not exactly like every other time they've shared a look on the way to work before. “Thanks,” he smiles a little, takes a long drink, and then lowers the cup to his leg. “You wanna run lines or somethin'?”
They did it last night, but he knows that Jared sometimes gets nervous about his comedic timing, so he doesn't mind running over it again.
But Jared just shakes his head and nods back toward the window. “Go on back to sleep, man. I got it.” His hand brushes against Jensen's on the seat between them, and the contact shocks Jensen into looking back at Jared's face without really thinking about it. “Sorry I was so late,” he apologizes again, but the way he threads their fingers together tells Jensen that he's not referring to this morning. Or any other morning, for that matter.
“'It's cool,” Jensen smiles, and rests against the window once again. “Some things are worth the wait.”
Re: Waiting (Cont.)
Date: 2010-03-10 03:12 am (UTC)Re: Waiting (Cont.)
Date: 2010-03-10 12:49 pm (UTC)Re: Waiting
Date: 2010-03-07 11:42 pm (UTC)Re: Waiting
Date: 2010-03-08 03:53 am (UTC)