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A loving tribute to fanfiction clichés!

(for hungrylikethewolfie, who also lives a trope-appreciation life ♥ )

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LYRICS

We all strive to be original
Don’t want to be called out on a cliché
Some feel shame in writing more of the same
But baby that’s not the way
I like what I like, and I don’t feel bad
That my favorite stories have always had—

Sex pollen, I’m fallen’ in love
Clothes-sharing fits me like a glove
Folks that keep talking in their sleep 
While they huddle for warmth to survive, I’m dreaming of
Mistletoe kisses for the holiday season
And getting fake-married for a stupid reason
I’ve read it before but I just want more
Call them contrived but the tropes keep the fandom alive

Biology or some ritual
Means they must have sex so they don’t die
A magic spell turns someone into a kitten
Then a potion makes them unable to lie
A soul-bond, and now they’re in each other’s minds
My favorite fics always wind up having

[CHORUS]

You can go Harlequin or to a coffeeshop 
Or back to high school with the genders swapped
Make them meet online, make them suffer and pine
And if you’re feeling bold, maybe
Make a man have a baby

[CHORUS]

…I’m unoriginal to my very core

Give me slaves in collars, a little h/c
Hookers, strippers, bartenders, or all three
Kinky wings, heat cycles and everything
Familiar and sweet, make my life complete with
Practice kissing turning friends lovers,
Awkward boners between step-brothers
Truth or Dare, spin the bottle, photographers in love with models
It’s contrived but the tropes make me feel alive

Give me just one more fairytale AU…

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Posted a little superwood Sam/Jack

Sanctuary – Sam meets Jack for a quiet night together under the stars.

teaser below the cut

Sam smiled a little as he pulled up the coordinates Jack had sent. Jack was driving a Land Rover; Sam knew it reminded him of what he’d lost. The man himself was standing on the dock jutting out into the lake, coat swirling in the breeze. Sam closed his door and stuffed his hands in his jacket against the chill, walking down to join him.

They stood together in silence for a few long minutes, watching the sky and the moonlight reflecting on the water. Jack made the first move, taking Sam’s hand. A few seconds later he was resting his head against Sam’s shoulder. Sam turned and kissed the top of his head.

Jack chuckled a bit and pulled away, leaning up to kiss him. “Good to see you.”

“You too,” Sam smiled softly.

“How’s Dean?”

Sam stiffened and pulled away.

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