Hey, so, you know how sometimes I'm reasonably active in a few fandoms at once? And I have some fic on the go, only for some reason I get hit by a sudden bout of writer's block, and no matter how much I stare at the stories I can't seem to continue them? And then completely out of nowhere, when I'm least expecting it, I get hit with a sudden plotbunny for a TOTALLY RANDOM FANDOM which probably consists of about twelve people, and end up writing an entire fic in like, a day?
You know that whole sequence of events?
Yeah, it happened again.
*sigh* I'm kind of annoyed, because, you know, I'd really rather have been finishing off one of the several WIPs I've got going, but I guess we should all just be glad I'm writing at all. Maybe this'll kickstart some more? LET'S HOPE.
Anyway, it's Weeds fic. I don't think I've even mentioned that I watch
Weeds. I started early this year—I just watched the episodes Zooey Deschanel guest-starred in, and then got hooked and watched it all. I had a total love/hate relationship with it for a whole five seasons. Like seriously, one second I'd be like WHY AM I WATCHING THIS, IT'S NOT FUNNY, I'M NOT ENJOYING MYSELF, I HATE ALL THESE CHARACTERS, and the next second I'd be loling all over the place and declaring it my new favourite show.
And thennn it got really stale halfway through season 5, and I stopped watching for months, and then people were saying the new season was really good, so I caught up. AND OH MY GOD, YOU GUYS, NEW FAVOURITE SHOW. Maybe. Season 6 is delightfully insane. I'm a sucker for fucked up families as is, but fucked up families ON THE RUN? Roadtrips and motels and changes of identity! I LOVE IT. I feel like the show has finally fully embraced its own ridiculousness, and as far as I'm concerned, it's never been better.
So uh, to celebrate that: incestuous fanfiction. I AM SO PREDICTABLE IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY.Title:
the cock of a rifle, a memory in the darkAuthor:
Incest, obviously, and Shane being underage. (How old is he even supposed to be these days? Maybe I don't want to know.)Summary: Silas says, "Y-yeah," because—well, fuck knows why, because apparently it's impossible to be a morally decent Botwin and because right now he's pretty sure he might die if somebody doesn't touch his dick.A/N:
Set during 6x02, so spoilers up until then. Title from, uh, 'Erection' by The Faint. Yeah. I can't lie, this is a pretty weird story.( 'You are so fucked up.' )