Sneeze Your Womb Out? That's Your Plan?

[rionaleonhart]

Well, that's university over and done with.

...bit anticlimactic, really, isn't it? Hang on:

You defeated UNIVERSITY!

Thank you so much for your support, both in the comments to my previous entry and over the past four months of stress. I am so lucky to know all of you. (I suppose it's conceivable that You, The Reader might be someone I do not, in fact, know, but I'm sure you're excellent anyway.)

I feel a bit odd now. I don't quite know what to do when I don't have a massive deadline looming over me, it seems. What do people do when they're not panicking over dissertations?

Ooh, I can start writing again! Well, yes, I was writing before, but now I can write without guilt. The drive to write may well have scarpered now that the allure of procrastination no longer hovers about it, but let's give this a go anyway:

Give me a prompt (or several), and I'll write you a one-sentence fic.

(I should become slightly less terrible at responding to things now. Let's hope.)

Comments

[rionaleonhart]

I had a real struggle with this prompt, and I suspect that it may indeed be because these two simply do not belong within a continent of each other.

[nomelon.livejournal.com]

They really, really don't. I was sort of imagining DM trying to present Dean with a gin and tonic or possibly a nice Pimms and lemonade to make up for his spilled PBR or MGD or whatever the hell those crazy American kids are drinking these days and Dean just... blinking at it.

[rionaleonhart]

I have no idea what those acronyms mean, so I choose to interpret them as PIMMS WITH BURNING RUBBER and MEGA GIN DEATH.

[nomelon.livejournal.com]

INDEED. THESE DRINKS SOUND VASTLY SUPERIOR TO WHAT I WAS ON (http://www.pabstblueribbon.com/) ABOUT (http://www.mgd.com/) AND EXACTLY THE SORT OF ROTGUT THAT DEAN WINCHESTER THRIVES ON.