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WAFF-a-thon 2012 - Main Thread!
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To the Promised Land
WAFFathon 2012 Official Thread
Welcome, everyone, to the fourth official WAFFathon, making the Internet a little happier. The premise behind the WAFFathon is simple: Fandom is great, but let's face it, it can get pretty dark around here at times. Not to mention that it rains absolute CRAP on the characters we most love. So to make their not-quite-canon lives a little better, and to increase the per-capita volume of Warm and Fuzzy Feelings (WAFF for short) on these here intertubes, the WAFFathon has arrived!
This year I'm upping the ante by putting my money where my WAFF is... see more behind the cut!
How to Play:
1) Comment with a fandom, a pairing, and a prompt. Your prompt can be specific, general, vague, cryptic, silly, goofy, OOC, AU, sexy, anything you like, so long as it brings a little sunshine in the end.
2) Find a prompt you like and make something fluffy and feel-goody out of it. Fanfic, fanart, manips, icons, vids, fanmixes, motis and macros, and anything else creative are all welcome. Adult content is also welcome, but remember that the goal is to be WAFFy!
3) Post it (or a link to it) in the comments.
4) Watch people's lives light up!
The Rules:
1) Provide lots of encouragement to the creators. Feedback. Compliment. Hug. Friend. Mem. It's good karma.
2) This meme will be very lightly policed, but policed it will be. So behave. No trashing of others, fandoms, ships, chars, stories, or the meme writ large will be tolerated. Friendly concrit or suggestions are fine, but keep in mind that we are trying to make people happy, not insecure. As your Moddess Goddess(TM), I reserve the right to do what I feel I need to do. Which I hope will be nothing, but which you are hereby forewarned can change depending on my very mercurial mood. So... like I said. Behave.
3) I have no end date in sight for this meme, but I suggest keeping it a weeklong activity.
4) You are more than welcome to crosspost your creative works wherever you like. It should go without saying that taking someone else's work and passing it off as your own elsewhere is unacceptable by any definition. I refer folks to
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stop_plagiarism as a good place to follow up on any problems that might occur.Make the world even happier!
A couple of extra things you can do if you want to make everyone happier:
1) Readers/viewers: If you find an author/creative person you like, go back through their other works and comment on them, or rec their works on your journal. Creative people love feedback and it's especially gratifying when you get feedback on something you thought was lost to time and when someone likes your work enough to recommend it to his or her friends.
2) Creators: be sure to thank readers for their time and energy spent on your work. Friend them if they've friended you or recced you. One of the great things about fan-creative communities is the proximity you can have to the people you admire and respect. We don't get to have conversations with Joss and Kripke and the rest, but we can talk to each other and that's even cooler.
3) Pimp this meme to any friends or communities you think would be interested. You can find banners and code at the Banner Thread. Hotlink your little hearts out!
4) If you're feeling really encouraged, please consider making the world a better place on behalf of the fandom community.
CLICK!
DONATE!
ASPCA * Random Acts * International Committee of the Red Cross * America's Second Harvest * Humane Society International * UNICEF * American Cancer Society * Oxfam * Amnesty International
THIS YEAR I WILL BE DONATING $1 FOR EVERY COMMENT THE WAFF-A-THON RECEIVES, BE IT A PROMPT, A FILL, OR FEEDBACK, UP TO A $500 MAXIMUM!
I will split the money evenly among Random Acts, the ASPCA, and the Red Cross. Make me too poor to attend DragonCon this year :) (Please note that your comment has to be a genuinely happifying comment in order to count toward the total!)(I know we're all poor in fandom, but we're actually very rich!)
5) Tell someone you love today how much you care for and appreciate them, and remember: Happiness is a completely renewable energy source!
THANKS TO...
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perdiccas and oxoniensis for hosting similar memes in the past that I've participated in. You guys set up the model for me to build on....
triedunture, hils, wickedvirtue, sinnerforhire, ibonekoen, kijikun, peppervl, peroxidepest17, takadainmate, heard_the_owl, darth_firefly, melalucci, mithrel, jaune_chat, noshinori, bballgirl3022, gwendolynd, wolfrider89, ratherastory, princess_aleera, nicole_sill, and aerilex for cheering for the idea and volunteering to leave prompts, fill prompts, and/or pimp....YOU! for reading and writing!
CWRPS: J2
Flicker
Maybe it was the smoke? The acrid artificiality had made Jared cough and his eyes water. Or it could even have been the brand of coffee or the type of cheese in the tuna melt at lunch. Jared was never quite sure what kicked off one of Jensen’s headaches. He didn’t really care. All he wanted to do was make them go away.
They had one more shot tonight and Jensen glared at him when he opened his mouth to suggest perhaps they held it over until tomorrow. Having to come in early would be worse than putting up with the headache for a bit longer. Jared pulled his pages out, re-read his lines and nodded. They’d do this quick and get home. They shot it in one. Wardrobe and make-up didn’t take long and they were in the back of the SUV before long. That was when part one of the Jared Plan kicked into action.
He passed over the bottle of water first, waiting until Jensen had it open and had taken a sip (because his mom always said to lubricate the throat first before swallowing, which, in other contexts, made Jared giggle inappropriately) before handing over two little orange pills. Jensen swallowed them without pause and held out his hand, eyes grateful. Jared handed over the neck cushion and pushed the armrest up. Jensen finished off his water and then he lay down, head on Jared’s thigh. They were shooting about an hour away from the neighbourhood and Jensen would sleep if he could.
Jared patted Jensen’s hair, stiff with Dean’s gel. He couldn’t wait until they were home and he could run a bath in that stupidly large tub that they could both fit into. He liked Jensen’s hair free of the gunk. It was soft then. He let his hand drift down to Jensen’s shoulders, feeling the knotted muscles and tense shoulders. That would never do. His stroking became more deliberate, more of a massage. Jensen snuffled his thanks and Jared spent the rest of the ride working his fingertips in circles.
Night had well and truly fallen and Jared regretted having to wake Jensen. But it was only for a few minutes. They both stumbled through the door, Jared feeling the exhaustion of the week dragging him down too. The dog walker had dropped the dogs back and they were lying in a pile on their cushions in the front room. Jensen waved at them, stifling a yawn, before flicking off the overhead light and letting the faint light from the street show him the way upstairs. That made Jared worry. That meant the headache was worsening.
He caught up with Jensen after locking the door, walking him through to their bedroom with hands rubbing up and down Jensen’s side. He tried not to show how worried he was and laughed at Jensen’s muttered "’m okay."
The bath was every bit as relaxing as he’d hoped, Jensen lying back against his chest, eyes closed. Jared had left the lights off, leaving the door through to their room open so he could see. Jensen had fixed him with a stare that would have been baleful if he hadn’t screwed up his face with pain halfway through.
Now it was just the two of them and the quiet swish of the water in the tub. Jared was drifting, not thinking of much, working towards his own night’s sleep when Jensen turned his head and dropped a kiss on his shoulder. Almost automatically, Jared tightened his arms around him.
"Thanks, man," Jensen whispered. That was all Jared needed to hear.
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*snuggles fill*
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Thanks, bb!
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Thank you!
Re: CWRPS: J2- Stay (1/2)
Jensen could feel it coming already that morning. The dull ache that started behind his eyes was there an hour after he set foot on set. He’d been saying all week this episode was going to be the death of him and he had been joking before but by noon he was pretty sure it was a self-fulfilling prophesy.
Jared was on set one whole frickin’ day of the entire filming. All he had to do was show up, put on a nice suit, and steal the show. The rest of the time, god only knows what he had been doing, probably sleeping in and playing Words With Friends from his bed like the bastard he was. But points added in his favor, Jensen had noticed the concerned looks Jared had been shooting him all day.
“You sure you’re alright, man?” he muttered for at least the twentieth time while they fixed the lights for the next shot.
“Just my head,” Jensen answered, pressing fingers into his temples. He felt Jared close a hand around the back of his neck, his thumb pushing in and working the muscles in small circles.
“How bad?” he asked.
“Bad enough.”
Jared was one of the only people who knew Jensen got migraines and that was how Jensen liked it. He didn’t complain, he didn’t let it affect his job. He did what he had to do and then went home, curled into a ball, and waited it out. Some were worse than others. Most he could sleep off with his blackout curtains keeping the sun away. But some had him on the floor, puking his guts up, and damn convinced that he was literally on his deathbed.
The first one Jared ever saw was one of those. Bad enough that he had to lift Jensen into his arms, stagger up the stairs with him, and put him in bed, because Jensen couldn’t walk.
Jared hadn’t taken off running, even after holding Jensen’s forehead up so he didn’t crack it against the toilet seat. And that was when Jensen decided he wanted to keep him.
“Think you’ll make it through the day?” Jared asked before turning and going back to his mark.
Jensen gave him a tight smile. “Don’t I always?”
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And then Jared was there, arm around Jensen’s waist, defusing the situation the way he always could. A smile, those dimples, some passive-aggressive comment that seemed absolutely sweet with that Texas boy charm he could turn on in a flash. He steered Jensen away, leading him towards the van that would take them home.
“This is where you lean on me while acting like you’re not leaning on me,” he whispered down in Jensen’s ear.
“Fuck off, I can still walk,” Jensen mumbled while at the same time shifting more of his weight against Jared’s hip.
Jared just hummed and opened the door.
They were just down the road when Jared tugged Jensen down to put his head in his lap. “Don’t argue with me,” he admonished firmly but still quiet, mindful of how loud it would seem to Jensen’s ears right then. He took off his jacket and laid it over Jensen’s head, blocking out most of the sunlight, and that little relief was enough for Jensen to bite his tongue and just let him.
When they got home, Jared slung one of Jensen’s arms over his shoulders and walked him into the house and up the stairs, before dumping him into bed. Jensen rolled over, curling in on himself and burying his head beneath his pillow while Jared quickly crossed the room and closed the curtains. Moments later, Jensen could hear water running and cabinets being opened and shit.
“Here,” Jared said, standing above him again.
Jensen peeked out from the safety of his pillow and comforter to see Jared holding out his hands, some pills in one, a glass of water in the other. Jensen begrudgingly sat up and took them before collapsing back down with a groan.
“Gonna be able to sleep it off, Jay? Or should I stay?” Jared asked, his hand resting on Jensen’s shoulder.
“Sleep,” Jensen answered quietly.
He felt Jared squeeze lightly once before letting go and taking a step away. He reached out as fast as his misery would let him and circled a hand around Jared’s wrist.
“Stay anyway.”
((exceeded the maximum by 40 characters lol LJ!! *shakes fist*))
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♥ It's wonderful, thank you!
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