whatever is going down

Evil twin! Cosplay! TONY FREAKIN' STARK. I. I'm not sure what to do with myself. It's. He. Y'KNOW?

I see there is SPN wank. I don't know and I don't care, all I wanna know is does this mean my chances of ACCIDENTALLY FALLING ON JARED'S COCK IMPROVED?

HAVE THEY? THIS IS IMPORTANT.

Capslock brought to you by Not Enough Sleep and Tony freakin' Stark.

New fandom. New hole in the head. BUT I'M DRAGGING THE EVIL TWIN DOWN WITH ME, BABYCAKES.

Seriously. These three? Enough awesome in one place to make the world implode. That sound you hear right now, that is the world imploding.

In my head, this is titled Wham Bam, Thank You Iron Man.

Drive You Wild
Supernatural/Iron Man. Sam/Dean/Tony. NC-17. ~4100 words.
"Do you like burgers? I like burgers."

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Says I to the evil twin, "Evil twin! Where has all our filthy dirty kink gone?" And the evil twin, she gasps, clearly aghast, and she says.... well, she sorta says a lot of things, and by a lot of things, I obviously mean she lets Rufus take over her brain to list off his favourite hobbies. We picked one that made Dean squirm.

And then we added the one that made him squirm more. :D

Page Fourteen (and Fifteen)
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. NC-17. D/s tones, enema, fisting. ~5600 words.
Sam's pretty sure Dean doesn't secretly harbour a food fetish, no matter how worked up he gets over a mini cheesesteak.

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Finally. SUNSHINE. I have spent the last three days basking in sweet, delicious sunshine. It really needs to not stop anytime soon.

Bullet points of random!

- I had plans to go see Iron Man today, but even the awesomeness of RDJ cannot get me off my couch. I so lazy. So, so lazy. Having the time to actually be lazy is nice, not being lazy would obviously be a waste of this lazy-time.

- SPN. Show, oh show. I've got a whole bunch of ideas kicking around my head to write, and not one of them has anything to do with canon. GO FIGURE. Where's my fun fic, huh? Enough with the soul-sucking angst, get on with the face-sucking schmoop.

- I am quite possibly going to screw off work on a whim in mid-July to hop a plane to Vegas, just because. I feel like I should gather up a crew, O11 style. XD

- I had better get my freakin' raise soon, 'cause I am SO TIRED of doing shit I'm not supposed to for free. -_-

- I will eventually post fic again. I think. Maybe.

- Where's my tequila?

Does anyone know of a show or movie that could be recognizably shortened to JB? There are crew park signs up the road for it and I'm wondering if I care. XD

And now? Now I want fic where Dean discovers scented condoms. Because something that can make your junk smell like pie? AWESOME.

Apparently, when it comes to fic, I write the porn and the evil twin? She writes the thinky-porn. Awesome, awesome Sam-with-powers story (that she was gonna SCRAP): Something Invisible is Gone.

You know, if you happen to like angst, porn, shameless exploitation of Catholicism and a side order of heist action. :D

Dude! Supernatural wrap party this Sunday! I HAVE THE HORRIBLE URGE TO CRASH IT LIKE A CRAZY FIEND.

Crazy, crazy fiend.

Team Porn also does completely shameless porn. Y'know, just sometimes. God, I love Dean and his issues.

Life on a Chain
Supernatural. Sam/Dean, John/Dean. NC-17. D/s tones. ~2400 words.
He's lost count of how many time he's seen his family bleed over him.

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You know what I really, really want? Fisting fic. Yes. Sam/Dean fisting fic. Dirty, filthy Sam/Dean fisting fic.

But my write is all writered out. ._.

...seriously, though. With Sam's big ass hands? And DEAN, all broken to itty bitty pieces and maybe a little shifty at first, because hey, that's pretty kinky there, Sammy boy, and all those trust issues and zomg. WE WANTS IT. And by we, I obviously mean me, the evil twin and the WORLD.

Team Porn does crack! :D

This, um, actually turned out way more awesome than I thought it would. Shows what I know!

Not the Only Man She Sees
Supernatural. Sam and Dean. PG-13. ~10,000 words. Mpreg (sorta). Pre-slash (definitely). Direct sequel to A Nice Day to Start Again. Co-authored with ponderosa121.
"Gay voice." His hand, wrapped up cold and clammy around Sam's, clenched. "You shithead, I don't have a gay voice."

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So, this time around, it's J who gets credit for feeding Pond and I such delicious, delicious ideas. He's a gem, I andheartssemicolon him so hard.

In other news, while I'm here, my goth lolita neighbour is a BITCH. We share a mailbox and she's been hanging on to some of our mail since CHRISTMAS. kitedreams, dragyn, I just got your cards today from my landlord (chick just moved out, thank god). So, um, thankie very much! Incredibly belatedly! And if anyone else sent me something and I didn't say anything, now you know why. -_-

Fic! With a ZOMG gorgeous, beautiful dynamic accompanying illustration (spoilers for the fic!) by the evil twin. Link at the end. :D

Devil Inside
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~5100 words. Spoilers for 3.12, Jus in Bello.
"Seriously," Sam says, a shadowy mountain of disapproval. "You forgot your key."

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I have no excuse. Like, none. I was talking to Pond! This is the kind of shit that happens when you do that!

Her contribution is a little less. Um. Hard? A Size That Suits You.

Fine Young Knives
Supernatural. Sam/Dean/John. NC-17. ~400 words.
"Your brother needs you, Sam. You've got to learn that."

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So, the evil twin says to me, she says, "Evil twin, you have not written dirty filthy porn for me in a long, long time. Where has the dirty filthy porn gone?" And just what response should you have for that, except to write dirty filthy porn?

Have client, will post! :D

Time Wastes Itself
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~5000 words. Dean has daddy issues; Sam's a control freak.
Dean is about as shocked to be slammed back against the rough brick wall as Sam is over putting him there.

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The evil twin gave me this idea before Christmas. Am I allowed to say I've been Kripked now? Can I cry Krip? It's like a right of passage, innit?

Note to Self: Find a Mac client for posting to IJ. Not being used to posting from the site is no excuse for accidentally hitting enter before you've actually c/p'd the damn FIC into the entry. Especially rude in a moderated community. YOU ARE BRILLIANT.

Greater than the Sun
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. R. ~2500.
Standing at his own crossroads, Sam lifts his arm to knock.

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Dear Mr. Kripke, thank you for making yet another one of my happy daydreams an un-reality. You'll find the bill for my dissatisfaction cheekily stapled to a gushing, glowing letter about last week's episode. Love, me.

Wincest friendly because boy, am I Wincest friendly.

Me and Jesus Don't Talk Anymore
Supernatural. Sam and Dean, Henriksen. R. ~1000.
His watch says he's been here for three hours, which is two hours and fifty-eight minutes too long. Sammy's gonna freak.


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I get into fits of writing. Fits. Where words just explode out of my brain and spatter all over my computer screen... and then the evil twin has to come along and tidy it all up. I wait patiently for the day she starts charging me by the hour.

I think I've edited this half a trillion times, so, um, beware of typos? When are we going to get a smart program that knows you meant to add an S to that word but you just forgot, huh? Huh?

Here's Your Future
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~7400 words of sweet underaged goodness.
This is the Dean he knows: no hesitation, no second-guessing.


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It's dragyn's birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DRAGYN. Because she's adorable, is a handy pitch-hit beta, shamelessly encourages my Obsession and because I wanna: here, have a fic! I'm afraid I got a little carried away with myself and um, by the time I got your email about oh, fifteen minutes ago, I already had this written. So. ^^' Here's hoping it's at least half of what you'd like for your birthday.

Somehow, this is also spoiler-free for the last three eps. I'm... not sure how that happened. Especially considering my massive level of squee that culminated in actually talking in capslock (aha, capslock!Harry) at Roomie for a good hour last night while she attempted to go to sleep since she unfortunately had to work today and I had the day off. Which is also why Dragyn gets fic. I actually had time to sit on my ass for the last two hours and write it. :D

Very quickie-written, unbeta'd and dear god, if you see massive typos or sentences that don't make sense, let me know. My grammar skills are inversely proportional to my level of excitement.

Climb into My Arms With Blood on Your Clothes
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~2900 words of shameless indulgence.
Dean rolls his eyes, gaze ending up on Bela. She's looking a little green around the gills and he can't really blame her. It reeks in here.

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BUT NOW I MEAN IT. KRIPKE, YOU WIN.

That episode put me through the wringer. It was awesome. With a side of awesome. And smothered in awesome-sauce.

Okay, see, honestly. I love SPN but sometimes it's more for the potential than the actual, right? But. But.

It made me incoherent. INCOHERENT, YOU HEAR ME. AND INCAPABLE OF FORMING COMPLETE LOGICAL PARAGRAPHS.

WHERE IS MY EVIL TWIN I NEED TO FLAIL AT YOU, NEEDNEEDNEED, WATCH IT WATCH IT, HAVE YOU WATCHED IT YET?

One thought on tonight's episode of SPN, and it be spoilery.

( Holy crap. )