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[thewingedword]

trollprincess said something in an LJ post about how the demon was trying to toy with Dean, to get him to shoot Sam- and then Sam wouldn't die, and Dean would know that he'd shot Sam when he didn't have to, and the only thing keeping Sam alive would be the demon. At the time I thought "huh, interesting." Then sometime later in the day I thought about it again, and it was suddenly Attack of the Plotbunnies! So I've got to beat them down into something spare and simple that I can actually write.

WAH.

William Beckett remains too damned pretty for words. If I keep loving guys prettier than I am I will remain hopelessly single forever.

ETA: I finished Jane Eyre and it was good. Also, glazed walnuts NOM NOM NOM so good.

Got a new shirt! It's a black silky fabric with bands of bright, vaguely oriental silk around the neckline and just below the bust. It is also cut approximately down to my belly-button, or so I was informed, and reveals the Cleavage I Never Knew I Had.

"I don't see why society's views of appropriateness and morality should limit what I wear on my body," I said, rather haughtily, leaning over to pet the cat.

"Fine. Nice blue bra, by the way," my mother replied dryly, and I snapped up straight so fast I got whiplash. So, now that is a shirt I will wear with a tank top underneath. Sigh. Maybe I'll wear it by itself in Chicago and shock random people whom I'll never see again.