WAFF-a-thon 2012 - Main Thread!
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We all would be a little closer
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!
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Date: 2012-03-11 05:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-03-11 06:27 am (UTC)It was such a night that Dean was laying awake, listening to Cas' gentle breathing right in his ear when the nightmare came. The former angel's entire body clenched, tightening his grip on the hunter to the point where Dean gasped for air. He tried to break free but Cas had him in a vice. He twisted around as Castiel began shuddering against him. The sleeping man had sweat in his hair line and his face was scrunched together as if in pain.
"Hey, hey," Dean whispered, assuming Sammy was still in the bed opposite. Castiel's eyes were leaking large tears and Dean wiped them away with a thumb as he tried to wake him gently. "Cas, come on man, you're dreaming."
Cas' eyes jolted open, a look of shock and fear on his face, lips parted slightly. He fisted the hunter's t-shirt a few times before relaxing enough that Dean could move. Dean sighed as he righted himself and leaned against the headboard, noting Sam isn't in his bed. "Bad dream?"
Cas nodded quickly before running a hand over his face. He looked at his fingers like he'd never seen sweat or tears before and it occurred to Dean that he had probably never seen his own. "I've never had one before."
Dean gives a sympathetic face. "I've had some pretty bad ones in my time."
"I know," Cas looks up to him. "I used to prevent or stop them when I could."
Dean mulls over the new information with a frown."I didn't know that."
"What do people do, when they can't stop them from happening?" Cas looks genuinely worried and Dean wants desperately to fix it for him. He slides his arm under Cas' shoulders and tugs him to him so he's mostly laying on his chest. Without really thinking about it, he presses a kiss into Cas' forehead.
"They do this, Cas."
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Date: 2012-03-11 06:44 am (UTC)I LOVE YOU.
Waffathon is perfect. This is perfect. Fluff for all.
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Date: 2012-03-11 12:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2012-03-11 09:59 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2
Date: 2012-03-11 09:00 am (UTC)There had been only one room left at the motel when they had rolled in at midnight, and it only had two beds. After a round of rock-paper-scissors, Dean had found himself sleeping in an overstuffed chair. (Cas had won a bed by virtue of the fact that neither Sam nor Dean felt like explaining rock-paper-scissors to him. That, and if Dean had won he probably would have just given Cas the bed anyway.)
Dean waited for a few seconds, watching Cas's face. There was no expression on it to hint at what he might be thinking, but Dean was pretty sure he knew. Usually, when Cas woke up in the middle of the night he would just roll over and go back to sleep (not that Dean paid attention to things like that). But this time he just lied there, rigid. Something was wrong.
"Nightmare?" said Dean hoarsely, and that finally made Cas flinch.
Cas sat up so he could see where Dean was curled up in his chair. "I'm sorry I woke you," he said.
"Dude, don't apologize," Dean sighed, "What was it about?"
"Nothing in particular," said Cas. His voice was steady, but he was picking at the bed sheets absently to cover the fact that his hands were shaking. "I was running away from something, I think."
"So are you okay?"
Cas raised his eyes to the ceiling once more, as if it might hold some answer. Then he met Dean's gaze and replied, "I don't understand. I remember very little about the content of my dream, and yet it has produced an intense emotional response."
"You're scared shitless and you don't know why," Dean translated, "Cas, that's the way nightmares are."
"I thought they would be different," said Cas, twisting the sheets tighter around his fingers, "Your nightmares were always very specific."
Dean didn't really feel like talking about his own nightmares. "Do you think you can get back to sleep?"
"It's almost morning," said Cas, "I'll just stay up."
Dean glanced at the clock. It was three. "You need to sleep," he said, "We haven't had a full night in a week, and we're not likely to get another one soon. Just try to forget about it. It wasn't real."
Cas squinted one eye at Dean and lifted his lip as if to say, "No shit, Sherlock." Sam had taught him that face. He had been practicing it. "I know it wasn't real," he said, "But in my current state of mind, I doubt that my sleep would be restful."
"You wanna get smashed?" Dean suggested, "That's what I do when I can't sleep."
Another incredulous look from Cas. "No, thank you." Then his eyes widened. He opened his mouth as if to say something, and then quickly closed it again.
"What?"
"Nothing."
Dean didn't buy that for a second. "Dude, what?"
Cas gave the balled-up sheets in his hands a squeeze and then, as if he might think better of it if he didn't say it fast, he blurted out, "I believe it would be comforting to sleep beside someone."
"Someone?"
"You," Cas admitted.
Fill 2/2
Date: 2012-03-11 09:02 am (UTC)But then again, Cas did look miserable sitting there with nothing but two handfuls of bed sheets for comfort. And sleeping in the chair was making Dean's back hurt anyway.
When Dean stood and crossed the short space between the chair and the bed, glancing over to make sure Sam was still asleep, Cas seemed to sense that anything he said would only risk scaring Dean away. He stayed silent as Dean sat beside him and shuffled his legs under the covers. Dean reached over and gently disentangled Cas's hands from the sheets. They immediately re-entangled themselves in Dean's fingers instead.
They got horizontal and Dean pulled the covers back over them both, but still the only things touching were their hands (which definitely did not count as holding hands at all). It took several minutes of less-than-comfortable silence before Dean decided that replacing Cas's terror with awkwardness wasn't helping anything. He freed one hand from Cas's grip and used it to pull their bodies together.
For a moment, the awkwardness only increased as they both seized up, squirming stiffly as they tried to figure out what to do with their knees. But then Cas melted against Dean with a sigh, and suddenly it was as if their bodies had always known how to fit together perfectly. Cas rested one hand on Dean's chest and the other on his hip. Finally, they were stilled.
Dean soon found that he didn't care what Sam would think, or whether this made him something other than straight, or that this was technically cuddling. Now that he had Cas in his arms, he wondered how he could have possibly spent his entire life sleeping any other way.
"What did you think you were gonna dream about?" Dean wondered.
"Hmm?" said Cas drowsily.
"You said you expected nightmares to be different," said Dean, "What did you think they'd be like?"
Cas mumbled, "I thought I would dream about my worst fear."
"And what's that?"
Dean was pleasantly surprised to find that he could feel Cas's smile against his shoulder. "I think you know," said Cas.
"Yeah," whispered Dean, "I guess I do. Well, dream about something good now, okay?"
"Like what?" Cas's voice was getting quieter as he drifted off.
"Like getting the thing you want the most," said Dean.
The last thing Cas said before he fell back asleep was, "But I already have that."
Re: Fill 2/2
Date: 2012-03-11 09:17 am (UTC)This gave me warm and fuzzies oh god so much love for this.
Re: Fill 2/2
Date: 2012-03-11 09:24 am (UTC)I debated putting those last few lines in there. I thought it would be too cheesy. But then I was like, "THIS IS WAFF-A-THON. IF I MUST WRITE CHEESE THEN LET IT BE HERE AND NOW!"
Re: Fill 2/2
Date: 2012-03-11 06:53 pm (UTC)Omg that line. Loved this!
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Date: 2012-03-11 08:53 pm (UTC)Re: Fill 2/2
Date: 2012-03-11 09:07 pm (UTC)This made me all kids of happy. Thank you for that! :D
Re: Fill 2/2
Date: 2012-03-11 09:23 pm (UTC)*goo*
CAS BB;____________;
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Date: 2012-03-11 09:24 pm (UTC)Re: Fill 2/2
Date: 2012-03-11 09:45 pm (UTC)Re: Fill 2/2
Date: 2012-03-12 03:24 am (UTC)Re: Fill 2/2
Date: 2012-03-12 04:46 am (UTC)That was so sweet and cute at the end. Great job writing.^^
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Date: 2012-03-16 03:11 am (UTC)