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Please enjoy this trio of stories, and don't forget to feedback the authors! :)

A Necklace Made of Need
</a></b></a>mickeym | NC17 | Breathplay.
It's nights like tonight that the need rises up, a hunger so dark, so thick, there's no pushing it away.
This is intense and hot like burning, but the emotional undercurrent in this makes it so much more than porn. Intimate and gorgeous.

Sin and Bone
</a></b></a>oxoniensis | NC17 | Sam is underage.
When the author bills as: “porny weecest with frottage" need we get more specific?
Poetic, intense and vividly written, the author carries and transfers metaphor fluidly from Sam to Dean in a painfully apt ending.

Masturbation is normal
</a></b></a>amateur_slasher | R
Sam walks in on Dean going at it... with himself. And Sam may or may not like it.
A beautiful, breath-taking journey of unrequited love between the two brothers.

Hey everyone...just a head's up. My laptop (and main computer) is out for repair, leaving me to the mercies of the back-up and/or The Fiance's laptop (dependent on his largesse, of course!), so things may be spotty for a bit.
Fandom: CWRPS
Pairing: Jeff/Jensen, Jared/Jensen
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Slavefic AU. Language. Dark themes.
Disclaimer: This is in no way a true story.
Word Count: 1,817
AN: Previous parts found here. Banner by the lovely and generous bloodquartz.

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( He still doesn't know what happened. )

You have to train Rydia's familiar in this game by doing rudimentary math problems?

Well played, Square. Well played.

Now sit your ass down Whyt, cause this is going to take a while. There is a reason why I was an english major.

*facepalm*

*DIES* The J2 Soapbox Derby pics! *laughs and laughs*

( Because I can't resist... )

ETA: *SQUEE* More here!

Note to future!self:

When trying to separate frozen hamburger patties, don't go reaching for the nearest Big Fucking Sharp Knife, you idiot. I know this sounds like something that should be obvious, but needless to say, I think this big slash across our thumb is testament enough to the fact that I have to periodically remind you about these things.

In other, less blood-stained news, I have:

1.) Finished all of the published trades of Fables. Woe. (Luckily, the comic is still going, but it's going to be some time before the next issue is out.)

Expect some squee on this later, probably after teinte gets her ass in gear and does that re-read like she promised. XD I feel like I am already talking to myself whenever I start rambling about comics.

2.) Started the DS version of FFIV. The SNES version was one of the first RPGs that I ever played; I guess this one is supposed to be harder? It will be interesting to see how quickly I get my ass handed to me. I have some very unpleasant memories of that damned Mist Dragon from the SNES version as it is. XD

Well, I heard about this meme, though I haven't actually seen it posted myself. I thought I'd do it as an intellectual exercise.

From what I understand, the idea is to post the first line of the last 20 fics I've written, so I've compiled a list. All but the first three are posted in my journal, and can be found by looking back under the "fanfiction" tag if you're intrigued. Two of the first three are WIPs and one is complete but I'm waiting to post it for now.

I don't expect that anyone but me will be interested, but hey XD

From doing this exercise I've learned that my first lines are mostly way too passive, and sometimes ONLY set the scene. I'm a little torn about that, because for the most part the stories in question are not really active stories - they're romantic stories, so there's no really exciting place that I could start the story - no fight or chase or anything like that. Though many of them do have exciting moments, it's not a novel. I can't start a 1000 word fanfic halfway through, do half of it in flashback and then finish. At least, I can't do that every time D: So I think in some ways that the conventions in fanfiction - especially shorter fiction - are a bit different.

The first line should suck people in, but it maybe is OK if it's more intriguing or funny instead of active and exciting.

Bah, this is just me being thinky. Here are my lines: ( First Lines )

Writeathon chatroom on AIM is here (you need to be signed in first, I think).

Writeathon posting comm is on IJ, here. Membership is closed to writing participants, so I'll add you once you've joined. ♥

Hey, does anyone have a link on how to migrate layout styles (such as "Mixit" and "Tranquility II) over to IJ? I did "Smooth Sailing" and "Flexible Squares" way back during the Great Fandom Exodus of 2007, but I didn't get around to the other ones, and now the link that I used as a guide has apparently been flocked?

I might be able to figure it out without a guide... I'm kind of startled sometimes at my ability to figure things out. Like, that's not conceit (okay, maybe it's conceit), I just kind of surprise myself with how often I can learn, like, HTML, given enough time and effort. (A LOT of time and effort. Yegads.)

On that note. Clearly, I feel like changing my journal layout. *peers at it* Hmmm. Yeah, gettin' stale. Does anyone know of a nice autumn or winter layout?

...Never stop, Ladd. Just. Never leave me. ♥ Even when all my sane characters have shut the hell up, you just -- you give me things. yes.

First fictunes piece in months! This song almost pinged me for Ladd/Lua, and then Dune volunteered to take her spot. So here we go.

Bowing Out, Ladd/Dune, ~1000 words, not worksafe. warning for uh. snuff. yeah.

...also I have no idea wtf is up with this AU. Feel free to imagine that Muraki is playing cards with Hisoka below decks somewhere. I sort of am.

Here's the plan: there is no plan

“My, such colourful names,” Holmes murmurs as he peruses the list Regulus has provided. “I didn’t think you were supposed to feel like an imbecile until after you had drunk them.” His eyes narrow when he comes across the drinks named liquid cocaine. He quickly scans the ingredients. He doesn’t know what Red Bull is, but it doesn’t sound very appetizing. “I seriously doubt that these would have the intended effect on the imbiber,” he comments, flicking at his cuffs. He shakes his head. “Either avail yourself of the genuine article or leave well enough alone.” He smiles wolfishly. “Don’t try and mix them.” He leans back, thinking, tapping his chin with the stem of his pipe. “I’ve always preferred wine to cocktails. A nice Chateau La Tour. Very soothing after a tiring day. Or perhaps an eighteen-year old Glenmorangie. Something that won’t leave you feeling as if you’d been chased by the Hound of the Baskervilles.”

I just figured out how to make all the text in the different field boxes in Firefox bigger without having to do the annoying zooming thing. *facepalm* Sometimes my own stupidity astounds even me.

But anyway, onto something a bit more fun: I'm almost 300 pages into A Game of Thrones now, and I thought that I would post/update my impressions on the book a bit.

( Have a courtesy spoiler-cut. )

He's toying with the water glass, the liquid in it too thick to be water. He sips it, shrugs.

"I usually drink vodka straight, no surprise. Or Bourbon, if the mood hits. Something to describe me though: it's hardly going to be a cocktail, fruity little umbrellas and juices, don't kid yourself."

He takes another sip, licks his lips to chase after the taste of the alcohol.

"Drink to describe me, it's called Iron Curtain, fuckin' appropriate if you think about it. You take a shot glass, don't care if it's frozen or not, hell, most of the time you don't have the moment to spare to think about that. If you're in a shitty mood pour in the vodka first. Make it half full, three-fourths full, really doesn't matter. Then dribble in the Jägermeister, little clouds of black that rain on your parade. If you're in a good mood, pour in the Jägermeister first and fill it up with vodka, little clouds of white that brighten the day. If you give it time it'll settle into layers, easy to tell apart, easy to separate, but then you twirl it, twist it, fuck with it and it becomes this dark something that's gonna give you nightmares."

Another sip of the vodka.

"It goes down easy, easier than each of those in separate glasses. It's still gonna give you a headache in the morning. But it makes for a good night. That's something that can't be said for everyone. Or everything. You get at least one good night out of it."

He raises his glass in toast and drinks it down.

Honeydew Syndrome. High school. Guys liking guys and not knowing how to express it because they're dorky teenagers, but not falling into the stupid misunderstanding cliches that would be so tempting. Snappy dialogue that no teenager can ever really pull off, but is amusing nonetheless! Definitely yaoi-inspired from the art style, but still with more of an American sensibility. Cute. Really easy to read.

I am sucking at being enticing right now, I know, but I read it all the way through today and it made me smile and want to write endless amounts of dorky fansmut for it. Also, right now it's only a few chapters in, so it's not very long.

That is all! Hiya, intarwebz, how are you today?

Okay, I -- my write might be starting to cooperate again? At least I'm doing okay with drabbles.

So I'd like to take prompts again. But differently! Usually when I take a set batch, there will be one or two that ping me hard, a bunch that I can figure out what to do with, and a few that stump me for ages. So instead of asking for a cutoff number, I'm going to take a page from ciceqi's book: as many people as are interested can prompt; people can leave multiple prompts if they want to; I'll do as many as I get inspired for. No promises how many that is.

The only requirement: a pairing or a character, and a kink.

Some guidelines: You're more likely to catch my eye with fandoms/pairings/etc that I've made excited noises about recently. I love crossovers, but they're hard to do in drabble length, unless they're in 'verses that I've already established in my head. My own kinks are mostly related to power, one way or another.

Suggestions, yes, go? ♥

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Hi everybody. This week our team of reccers has some really cool stories and artwork to while away your lazy Saturday... have a good one!

Art

Two Dean Wallpapers
</a></b></a>lere8 - Wallpapers | 1024x768 & 800x600.
Lovely work. Excellent use of sepia tones and text for two beautiful compositions.

Icons
</a></b></a>sinister_morgue aka deadwillwalk - 50 icons | Spoilers for Jus in Bello.
A dynamic batch of icons that beautifully captures the episode's best moments.

We are nowhere
ponderosa121 - Sam/Dean | Art | R.
A loving, erotic portrait of the brothers. One of those things that makes you go... YUM.

Gen

Open Mind for a Different View
</a></b></a>insomnia_geek - Gen | PG-13.
Letting Dean loose unattended in a bookstore, while enlightening, can be hazardous to Sam's mental health.
Any time I see a request for a fic showcasing Dean's intelligence, this story comes immediately to mind. Sweet and perfect: the writing just rings so true. Sam's voice in this is wonderful.

Sam/Dean

And I Feel Fine
</a></b></a>pheebs1 - Sam/Dean | Hard R.
Written to spn_apocasmut prompt “It’s The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)".
An eerie, beautiful fic and a broken world. Saying too much would give away some of the brilliant impact of this piece.

RPS... or should it be RPS+D?

In Dog Years
</a></b></a>not_refined - JA/JP | PG.
The love story of Jared and Jensen, as seen through the eyes of Sadie. Yep, that’s a dog POV.
This is a really cleverly written story: it's notable both for the burgeoning romance that it illustrates, but also for the voice of the POV character: Jared's dog. The style is so recognizably doggish: Sadie is curious, and occasionally haughty, and protective, and distracted by smells, but above everything loves Jared unconditionally. He's the sun in her sky, and the result is incredibly moving.

The Other Side
</a></b></a>tigs - JA/JP | PG. | Warning for schmoop!
Jared wasn't really worried, the first time his dogs met Jensen, because, well. His dogs pretty much loved everyone.
What is it about the boys and their dogs? This is another story that tugs at every heartstring I have. This time it's Jared's viewpoint: again, episode by episode, the boys' developing intimacy is illustrated by a vignette with Sadie and Harley. The small advances and subtle changes are so endearing. A lovely story.

Andy runs his hand over his head, looks around at the small but intimate gathering.  He is nervous, he realizes. He doesn't know many of the people here, though Q's presence makes him smile.  But since it is expected for patrons of the cafe to contribute to the discussions, he puts his misgivings aside and stands.

"I'm the youngest of three, two older sisters. They're somewhat older than me, so by the time I came along, they decided that I was just for them to play with, take care and, of course, lead astray.  If I was going to try things that I shouldn't ought to be trying, then I would do it under their watchful eye."  He grins. "And their guidance. Which, needless to say, was often not exactly circumspect."

"One weekend, our mum and dad went on holiday, leaving my sisters in charge of me.  I think  I was about eleven, almost twelve.  My oldest sister's boyfriend, now her husband, had a friend who worked at a liquor store that had caught fire.  They needed to store the alcohol somewhere safe..."  He shook his head. "A twenty year old's apartment. Safe. Right. Anyway, the friend invited my brother in law, his name is Steve, over.  He brought my sister and of course she couldn't leave me and my other sister there all by ourselves, so we went along."

He laughs to himself, remembering the bloke's apartment.  "Pretty bottles everywhere.  Must've been sixty or so bottles of liquor in that place, and, fortunately or unfortunately, no inventory just yet of what had survived the fire and what had not."

Andy stares at the ceiling with a smile.  "Bottles everywhere, beautiful bottles.  West Indies Orange Bitters, Falernum, Blue Curacao, Curacao-Triple Sec, Orgeat, and Sloe Gin, green bottles, red bottles, yellow bottles, bottles of every shape and design and price.  Rare, common, harsh and delicate.  A rainbow of cocktail mixers and gin, rum, vodka..."  His gaze finds Q's.  "Heaven with the faint tinge of smoke is what I was looking at, though it soon enough became my hell. And, of course, my sisters'."

"The hours passed, my sisters and Steve and his mate were careful at first, just sticking with the best recipes, leaving me to drink my Coke like a good boy.  They'd parked me in front of the telly, but I couldn't take my eyes off all the pretty bottles, and their laughter soon made it impossible to watch.  After awhile they quieted, and I got up, bored.   I think my older sister and Steve had passed out by then, and my other sis wasn't far behind.  All those glasses sitting around, and the only one awake was Nate.  I remember his grin now, waving me toward the pretty bottles.  'Help yourself,' he told me, then closed his eyes.  And, I was alone.

"I found a clean glass--a martini glass, I know now, but then had no idea.  I knew I needed a recipe, but had no idea what.  They'd opened half the bottles, it seemed, though I guess probably not that much.  I had some Coke left, so decided to start with that.  Saw a nice bottle of Tequila, tossed that in, some Kahlua I think, maybe some rum, threw in some bitters...tasted that and about threw up.  Tossed that. Grabbed a pretty blue bottle, much better.  Vodka added to that, threw a cherry in, maybe something else I don't remember. Coconut?  Maybe.  It was something fruity.  That one was good. "  He smiles, remembering that first rush of heat, the pleasant rumble in his twelve-year-old belly.  "Next I tried a green version, have no idea what it was, very pretty, then yellow....think I made another blue drink too.  Lots of cherries.  I was having a blast, getting pretty pissed pretty fast. I remember Nate joining me at one point, telling me he liked how I mixed drinks but I had to name them.  All cocktails have great names like fuzzy navels, sex on the beach (that one had made his twelve year old self giggle),  ball destroyer, crimson death, you know.  Creative names, cocktails.

"In any case, by the time I got to the fifth drink, I was starting to feel a little strange.  Sick, really.  The room had started to spin, and Nate had two heads.  My sister had three, but mum and dad? Oh boy.  Twelve heads each at least, and all very unamused.  Seems we'd all passed out, and the night had come and gone, and part of the next day too.   The last I remember was my mum grabbing hold of me as I started to get up but then fall over. After that, nothing.  I think, in the end, it was my final concoction that got me."  He raises an empty hand in tribute, remembering well, sort-of.  "Sort of a Balalaika, with triple sec, Absolute, lime, two cubes of ice.  And of course a dash of cosmopolitan mixer for that lovely blood-red colour." 

He grins, dropping his hand. "I named that one Two Dead Sisters." 

Gacked from sister_coyote:

Pick a character that I have written -- or maybe even a character you could see me writing, if I know him -- then 5 numbers between 1 and 100. Comment with the character name and the five numbers, and I'll answer the five corresponding questions from this list.

For very best results, a character I've written more than once, as I have better headcanon the more I write someone, but I'll give other characters a shot. I'll take the same character more than once as long as the numbers are different.

(Feel free to give numbers without looking at the list, if you'd like. If the character is such that the question you picked is irrelevant for some reason, like a question about childhood for a character who was never a child or something, I'll just pick the next higher number.)

Also, if you are like me and try to hit the tags to see what I've actually written....my tags are still messed up, and for that I apologize. I'm in the process of putting at least all the fic tagged by fandom:xyz type tags, but I'm working from the beginning of my journal and it's slow going. ^_^;;

Gloria Steinem, on Sarah Palin and the possibility of Clinton voters switching based solely on the presence of two X chromosomes:

To vote in protest for McCain/Palin would be like saying, "Somebody stole my shoes, so I'll amputate my legs."

Well said, Gloria.

*****

I made myself cry with my own fic last night. Yeesh.

Ganked from a bunch of places, but I think the first place I saw it was puella_nerdii:

Pick a character that I have written -- or maybe even a character you could see me writing, if I know her -- then 5 numbers between 1 and 100. Comment with the character name and the five numbers, and I'll answer the five corresponding questions from this list.

For very best results, a character I've written more than once, as I have better headcanon the more I write someone, but I'll give other characters a shot. I'll take the same character more than once as long as the numbers are different.

(If the character is such that the question you picked is irrelevant for some reason, like a question about childhood for a character who was never a child or something, I'll just have you pick another number.)

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Just Breathe by </a></b></a>_hopefulness_
Rating: G
Type of Media: Wallpaper
Summary: Jensen
A simple design that catches your eye, and such lovely detail on closer inspection.

No Vacancy by </a></b></a>cork
Rating: PG-13
Type of Media: Pencil sketch.
Summary: Sam/Dean on a hotel bed.
So much yes in this I can't even start. It's understated, but there's so much feeling in Sam's eyes. Also? I could not possibly be more in love with Sam's forearm.

Supernatural Icons by </a></b></a>jorge_2
Rating: R (for a curse word)
Type of Media: Icons
Summary: 47 icons from the Season Three Gag Reel
They capture the hilarity brilliantly! That plus the vibrant colors make these icons irresistible!

Supernatural Icons by </a></b></a>ignited
Rating: PG
Type of Media: Icons
Summary: 40 icons of Supernatural, Jensen Ackles, Season Three Gag Reel
Hilarious, fun and colorful...I want them ALL!

Supernatural Icons by </a></b></a>xdnangel
Rating: PG
Type of Media: Icons
Summary: 17 icons from Season One
A small, subtle batch of icons. These are all so lovely, but I can't get over the top row of Papa Winchester. Beautiful!

Untitled by </a></b></a>remytherat
Rating: NC-17, Sam/Dean
Type of Media: graphite drawing
Summary: tape, blindfolds and rain
The proportions of the full image are large, but the loading time is worth every single second. Hot and beautiful, and ridiculously well executed. A fantastic piece of art.