In Which N Wanders to DestielCon

YOOOU GUYYS!!!! I’m so fucking late posting this. I offer my sincerest apologies for that. Ok. So.

So. Last Friday, I kissed Mister goodbye and grabbed a coffee and headed north, full of excitement.
I was meeting Bestie in Cincinnati for the third annual DestielCon. So.

I’ve never been to a fan con before. I went in with no idea what to expect and all kinds of hopeful things.
Mostly I wanted to hang out with Bestie and fangirl a little.
And omg, did that happen.
Let’s get the issues out of the way first.
It was a little disorganized for my taste–mostly I’m referring to the panelist referring to a fic to support a thought or as am example but then being unable to name the fic or author for those of us who might look them up later.
I thought a few panels could have gone more in depth with material covered.
And Destiel was rarely discussed.
Ok, so that’s out of the way.
You guys. I love fandom. I loved walking down the hall and not worrying about sounding ridiculous because if someone overheard me ranting about Metatron, they joined in. I loved the panels about fanfic and the enthusiasm there. That was my literal favorite. Because that fed my own creativity. There was one panel where they gave us prompts and had us write for 20 mins and then we read them out loud.
I’m pretty sure I traumatized a girl in our little group with mine. Sorry about that, sweetie. (I posted it on AO3)
I loved the theories that floated around all weekend (even the ones I disagreed with) and the hours of chilling with Bestie and talking about Cockles and Destiel and TFW. I loved movie night and the late night panels about A/B/O and BDSM and dark stories. I loved all of the ideas for stories I came away with (especially a new ridiculously dark novel I can’t wait to start, and so many adorable little fic ideas I actually started a doc to list them.)
I’m a workaholic who rarely takes more than a few hours at a time off and usually those are spent being a mom to my kids. and I took a weekend off and spent time with my best friend and people who get my obsession.
And it wasn’t perfect.
But it was pretty fucking amazing. And I can’t wait til I can do it again.

 

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