All the nominated fanfic writers would waltz into the studio like
They’d see the writers
Sera Gamble
Jeremy Carver
Ben Edlund
The writers would be all like
And the ficcers would be like split between ships and shit.
Destiel fans yelling at Gamble
Wincest fans taking charge
AND EVERYTHING WOULD BE
AND SERA WOULD HAVE A FIT AND BE ALL LIKE, “GUISE, DEAN IS
WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?”
AND THE FICCERS WOULD BE ALL, “NO.
WE’RE RUNNING THIS SHOW NOW. AND
ABOUT YOUR GODDAMN OPINION. BITE THY TONGUE, CHILD.”
AND THE WRITERS WOULD BE SENT AWAY.
THEN THE FICCERS WOULD COME TOGETHER AND BE LIKE, “WE WANT MORE OF
AND
AND
AND
AND
AND WHATEVER WE CAN GET AWAY WITH ON TELEVISION.”
AND THEN
IT’S SCRIPTED, SHOT, AND AIRED. AND IT’S TOTALLY
AND THEN YOU SHOW IT TO YOUR FRIENDS AND THEY’RE ALL LIKE, “UH.
AM I WATCHING?”
THEN YOU SAY
AND NO FUCKS ARE GIVEN AT THE LOOK ON YOUR FRIEND’S FACE.
AND YOUR LIFE WOULD BE MADE.
