Let's hope LJ behaves. ::crosses fingers::
Once again, much love to
geckoholic for making the beautiful, seasonal banner. Thank-youuu for making this whole thing possible. <333 YOU ARE OUR HERO.
A few ground-rules:01. Per your request, we’re having a
winter/holiday themed meme this time around! That means we’re looking for prompts involving Christmas, New Year’s, hypothermic snuggles, boys getting snowed in the middle of a hunt leading to yet more hypothermic snuggles, de-aged!Dean and Santa!Sam, idek. The list is endless, really; as long as the prompts relate even VAGUELY to winter-time, they’re game. We’re not picky. ;D
This being the comm it is, prompts should of course
also include Dean-centric h/c.
02. Comment to this post with your desired characters or pairings, and a prompt. All genres/pairings are welcome, however this is not an RPF meme. Please focus on the fictional characters only.
Example: Gen, Dean, Sam. It’s not the first Christmas Dean’s spent in the hospital.
03. You can leave as many prompts as you like, but one prompt per comment, please. If you've got a few, comment with each separately.
04. Your prompts can be as short or as detailed as you’d like.
05. Scroll through the comments and when/if you find a prompt you like, write a fic in reply to the comment.
06. More than one comment-fic response to a prompt is totally acceptable, and in fact encouraged. The more fic, the better!
07. Art submissions are very much accepted too! Large art should be posted as a thumbnail that links back to the full art, please.
08. When replying to a prompt with your comment-fic or art, put 'FILLED' in your subject line as well as warning for anything that might be triggering, such as non-con, self-harm, etc. You can add anything else you want too, ie: a title if you have one/part numbers. So, your subject line should look something like this:
FILLED: Title, Character(s), genre/pairing(s), Rating, Warning(s) - if anyFor further clarification:
Example: FILLED: Untitled, Dean and Sam, gen, PG-13, self-harm
No worries if you don’t do all of this, but using 'FILLED' as well as warnings will make it easier for people to find your fic, and for me when I’m compiling the masterlist.
09. Anonymous posting is enabled in case you’re embarrassed by your schmoopiest of schmoopy hurt/comfort fantasies or something, haha. IP logging will also be off during the weeks the meme is at it’s most active.
10. No spoilers for upcoming episodes, please.
If you're prompting something from a recently aired episode, please be courteous and note that there may be spoilers before you get to the main part of your request. Or you can use the following code. Just put your prompt/text where it says to:
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11. Likewise, no character bashing, or rudeness in general. Be respectful – of the characters, and of each other. The mods reserve the right to delete inappropriate comments.
12. Do feed your authors! They’re awesome.
13. If you want to advertise this, that’s fantastic! It would be really appreciated. Just copy and paste the code provided above into your journal.
Tips:When leaving feedback on a fanwork, remember to press 'reply' directly to the comment you're replying to, rather than pressing 'leave a comment' to the post itself, so that your comment goes to where you want it to. ;)
FAQ:
- Yes, if your fic gets too long for a comment-fic, you can comment with the link to it at your LJ.
- Yes, you can totally post the fics you write for this meme directly to the comm as well.
- Because it bears repeating - yes, art is more than welcome as well as fic.
- As for a timeframe - Themed memes like this one remain open for prompting until we see things starting to slow down. So, awhile! ;) And you’ll know it’s closed for prompting because a mod will tack a big, bolded note that says so at the bottom of this page. In any case, the meme will stay open indefinitely for new comment-fics and comments/feedback.
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hoodietime account, or e-mail hoodietime [at] gmail [dot] com.
Have funnn! And happy holidays! <3
Masterlist
ETA: As of Januray 18th, 2012, this meme is closed for leaving new prompts. It is still OPEN, however, (and will be indefinitely) for new comment-fics and comments/feedback, and we’ll keep updating the masterlist as long as people keep writing. ;)➽ This post was compiled by maypoles and is posted under this account for organizational purposes.
hoodie_time
“I tried to talk to him.”
“I bet that wasn’t easy. He seems like a really guarded person.”
“You have no idea, ” you sigh. She has a sympathetic smile, but she’s glancing over your shoulder now, scanning the halls like she’s got a million other places she needs to be.
She cuts to the chase: “Look, I can’t be sure yet, but there’s a good chance he’s suffering from something called psychotic major depression.”
You don’t need to listen to her explain it to you. You already know. You’ve already run through all the symptoms. The agitation, the sleeplessness, the decrease in appetite, the debilitating guilt. And now this. This sickness that’s apparently all in his head. It fits. His initials might as well be sewn into the glove.
“Dean, we can’t handle this one on our own.”
“I’ve been handling it for six years,” he says, and from anyone else’s mouth it would sound bitter, but all you hear in Dean’s voice is disappointment in himself. “I can do it. I just… I messed it up. I dunno what happened.”
You’re so sick of Dean’s self-loathing.
“You didn’t mess anything up! Would you stop…”
That guy. That fucking do do do do. You can’t take it anymore.
“Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!” The words blast out of you like fire from a blowtorch. But the only one you seem to have burned is your brother. The relentless ditty starts up again as Dean sinks even deeper into the bed, presses his cheek hard against his shoulder and fights to hold back tears. Well, shit.
You lay a hand on his arm and he tugs weakly at the restraints and turns away from you again. You know he can’t stand being seen like this.
“Hey. I’m sorry. It’s okay.”
“I don’t… I don’t wanna feel like this, you know,” he tells you, so motionless it’s unsettling. “Feel like I can’t see anything… anything good.” He stares vacantly at your hands as they enclose one of his.
“I know.”
“Is there anything good left, Sam? Is there?”
“Yeah. There’s you.”