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amara_m wrote the most amazing Remix of Thanatopsis (SPN; Sam/Dean; Adult). The writing of this story remains the most visceral and emotional writing experience of my life. I was driving from Oxford to Hattiesburg, MS (somewhere between 300-350 miles) with my young child and I just got hit by this idea. Smack in the face, almost as if I could audibly hear words being spoken. "Roadkill" had just aired and I couldn't get that idea out of my mind--the ghost who doesn't know she's a ghost, who's caught in this endless cycle of confusion and misundertanding and longing. I'm driving and I don't want to stop but the words are coming and Emma is sleeping and if I stop she might wake up and I'd really rather drive with her sleeping because I'm alone. There's a pile of napkins in the console (this is what mothers do; we collect napkins) so I start writing on the napkins (WHILE DRIVING! LIKE A DUMBASS!) and then I start crying because I am making myself SO SAD! So that by the time I get to my folks, I have like twenty napkins covered in fic and my face is all puffy. I told them Ira Glass was airing a very emotional story; I'm not sure they bought it. Or that they knew who Ira Glass is, but I digress.
amara_m has written thanatopsis (The Little Things Remix), and it is glorious. I believe fervently that remix is not for the original author; it is for the remixee to remix as ze will, but that being said, oh is this story for me. I adore this fic and let me tell you why.
( When I think of remix, this is exactly the sort of story I picture. )
amara_m wrote the most amazing Remix of Thanatopsis (SPN; Sam/Dean; Adult). The writing of this story remains the most visceral and emotional writing experience of my life. I was driving from Oxford to Hattiesburg, MS (somewhere between 300-350 miles) with my young child and I just got hit by this idea. Smack in the face, almost as if I could audibly hear words being spoken. "Roadkill" had just aired and I couldn't get that idea out of my mind--the ghost who doesn't know she's a ghost, who's caught in this endless cycle of confusion and misundertanding and longing. I'm driving and I don't want to stop but the words are coming and Emma is sleeping and if I stop she might wake up and I'd really rather drive with her sleeping because I'm alone. There's a pile of napkins in the console (this is what mothers do; we collect napkins) so I start writing on the napkins (WHILE DRIVING! LIKE A DUMBASS!) and then I start crying because I am making myself SO SAD! So that by the time I get to my folks, I have like twenty napkins covered in fic and my face is all puffy. I told them Ira Glass was airing a very emotional story; I'm not sure they bought it. Or that they knew who Ira Glass is, but I digress.amara_m has written thanatopsis (The Little Things Remix), and it is glorious. I believe fervently that remix is not for the original author; it is for the remixee to remix as ze will, but that being said, oh is this story for me. I adore this fic and let me tell you why.( When I think of remix, this is exactly the sort of story I picture. )
