I really really meant to get over here and pimp my Yuletiede prezzies before the reveal, but Dean Winchester had other ideas. BUT. In an unprecedented display of EEE YAY, I got ALL my requests filled, in the form of awesome fics for Breaking Bad and The Hour (why have you not watched The Hour? You need to watch The Hour.) and a lovey Downton Abbey drabble with THOMAS. Which is completely amazing and I can't thank these writers enough. <3
: Saturday in the Sticks with JesseWalter Jr. has questions, and he's pretty sure Jesse has the answers.
*Downton Abbey: Some TruthMake him feel, if not like a good man, at least a better one.
: Let Nothing You DismayChristmas Eve, 1965: We interrupt your scheduled programming to bring you this breaking news.
The threat of a rapidly spreading epidemic has the entire staff of The Hour spending a holiday in unexpected quarantine.
AND ALSO FIC.
Annnnnd as probably (or definitely if your name is Eggy) suspected from the suprise guest appearance by Pingu and the fact that I make fun of Morrissey and use the 'hang the DJ' line from 'Panic,' by anyone who read it, what I wrote was How to Plan Your Funeral
. In which we rejoin Dan Ashcroft in 2011, Jones is not my!Jones, and everyone is kind of a dick.
It was actually really kind of fun to write because part of the request was for some subversion of fanon!Jones tropes, and after I got done cackling at the irony of a request including that going to me of all people, and after I got done nearly chickening out and trying to write Mean Girls femslash instead, it was a good challenge and I haven't written them in eons and I kind of missed them as it turns out.