Just got an idea for a jenmish photo op as I woke up. I'll probably never be able to do one so if someone wants to steal the idea, you totally can.
I'd really like to see it so yeah you'll have to send me the pic after doing it at least. Maybe it has already been done, in this case I also want to see it please.
Anyway, it would be about the fact that in several every scenes of the show, I we want to grab Cas and Dean's head and make them kiss.
So basically I'll ask them if they'll be okay with me grabbing their heads, but of course they won't kiss. The idea is that I'll bring their heads together and they'll end up pressed cheek to cheek, looking at the camera. I'll be smiling and they'll could do the face they want because I'd like to be surprise and I trust them with that.
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Me: cringe culture is dead! Like what you like, write about your blorbos who cares if it's self indulgent or bad or whatever!
Me: unless it's me. I can't let anyone know I Feel
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its so weird to read some of my old fics (do NOT do it but i'm just being hypothetical rn) and reading it. like who even was this person?? i completely was in a haze back in 2020. i literally was posting 3 chapters a day. A DAY. what in the WORLD was that shit.
anyway i remembered some STUPID sappy shit and i didnt remember if i'd put it into a fic or not BUT I FOUND IT.
She and Hope had been dating in secret for months anyway, and any attempt to go talk to Ryan only filed her disposition of displeasure upon knowing that she couldn’t tell anyone, Molly especially, it destroyed herself mentally. They couldn’t really go anywhere near the school, always having to lie to everyone about having projects together when Molly wasn’t around them.
It’d consisted with 9 PM - 2 AM intervals of being able to actually see each other. Hope would sneak through her small bedroom window with a portable record player and whatever she had gotten from the vintage record store downtown, and Amy would always fall asleep around eleven because of her internal clock.
She would always wake up to find a single sticky note stuck on the edge of her desk whenever she woke up to her alarm the next morning.
One of them, Amy still had tucked inside of her phone case, a heavily detailed human heart, with blue and red ink sketched onto a neon pink sticky note, there was a caption that headed the small paper reading the phrase over every now and again makes her almost melt every time.
“You have my heart.”
yeah idk why the fuck but i thought of this fucking idea again today and i was like "omg did i ever put that heart note thing in a fic???" yeah you fucking did.
all that to say ME AND WHO???? imagine. thats so fucking.... RAHHHH.
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