whatever is going down

I am so deliriously happy this weekend. No particular reason, other than puttering about the house and giant bowls full of fresh cherries and blueberries, but man. Deliriously. Happy.

Meanwhile, the brain has not yet returned from it's unplanned leave of absence, but laylah gives me hope! areyougame is accepting prompts starting tomorrow, and unf. Unf. There are so many small-fandom video games out there that I love to itty bitty quivering little pieces (just look at her list - there's fifteen or more on there that I'll write for). GIVE PROMPTS FOR US, PEOPLE. I haven't written a darned thing all summer, I'm either going to be incredibly prolific or indulge in massive word counts. Perversion practically guaranteed.

Evil twin needs to stop working for a living, it takes up too much of her time. Dear lottery, please be mine.

The one year that I'm absolutely freakin' sure I'm going, I forget to pre-reg for Y-Con. Hello, smart girl, where'd you leave your head today. >:|

Random musics! Swiped this from the IT guy at work to share with the evil twin, since she spends half her life keeping me in tasty tunes, so here, have some Elbow. Make with the clicky: The Seldom Seen Kid.

ps. evil twin is a walking fandom orgasm, in case you didn't know.

I search for pictures. Pictures of Sam-hair. And not just any Sam-hair, but the hair that manages to be cute and flippy without stepping over that oh-so-close line of omgSamWHY, you make me (and Dean) cry. I KNOW there are entire POSTS out there dedicated to Sam-hair. I NEEDS PICS.

...just don't ask why. Yet. XD

A Blue in need will porn for you indeed?

It... has been a long time since I even looked at IJ. o.o I fail at fandom! But I WIN at summer. It's been fabulously warm and delicious. I've puttered about the house and garden and reclaimed it from the massive sick that nearly murdered me last week (and that the evil twin has managed to catch from me through texting :x). It's so nice living somewhere that actually has a summer as opposed to a ten minute flash of sunlight between blizzards.

I'm... not even going to ask what I missed. Hello ten zillion entries. XD And omg, wee, backlog of fic to read!

In conclusion: Hi, internets, hi hi! :D

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.

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?

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

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

Crazy, crazy fiend.

Mostly. I knew I was gonna be swamped when I got back from the holidays, but holy CRAP. I've just about dug myself out of the pile of paperwork. As in, I can see little tiny rays of light. Itty bitty ones. This is obviously why people don't take holidays and burn the hell out.

Internet! Yay, internet! I have a funny story to tell you.

Monday morning, I took my bus pass out of my satchel and put it in my pocket, like I do every morning. That way, I can just whip it out (*snicker*), flash the driver (*snickersnort*) and go on my merry way. When I pulled it out (yes, this joke is still funny) Monday, the bus driver went: O.O Holy crap, can I have that?

And I went: Buh? Waitaminute...

*cue flashback*

Blue and Roomie are happily chattering away as they browse the floor of Taboo (the naughty but nice sex show) at the Vancouver Convention Centre. The place is alight with flashy sex toys and pole dancers and vendors handing out cards and coupons and free samples of lube. Blue absently stuffs all the things she gets in the front pocket of her satchel. That night, she cleans it out, making sure to put her bus pass back in. BUT WAIT. It's not her bus pass at all! It's an incredibly graphic promo card for EROTIC BODY JEWELLERY.

The bus driver gave me a free ride (TEE) in exchange for the card.

In other news, I have an angsty Sam/Dean story, does anyone want to read it and give me an impression before I post? Like, DOES THE PUNCH LINE MAKE SENSE.

Hi.

So, it's Saturday. I've got nowhere to be, nothing to do. I'm kicked back munching on some snacks and having a blast writing some SPN fic (freakin' finally). There's a knock on the door. I'm the curious sort, and we've only been here about two weeks, so I answer it, wondering if it's a neighbour or hey, those slippers from LL Bean I'm waiting for.

But no, it's a man in a suit. With a magazine. Called Awake. I'm pretty sure he's one of Jesus's guys.

He starts giving me the spiel but I'm not really listening. No. I'm staring at one of the headlines on the magazine, because it says, in really big, bold letters, How Can I Avoid Pornography?

Upstairs, the cursor on my computer screen is blinking innocently and the end of a pretty tasty paragraph all about incestuous cocksucking.

I'm also pretty sure that magazine isn't really for me.

So, I have this fic. This really tasty, nicely layered SPN fic that explores a couple different themes at once and makes my toes curl in glee.

Except, I don't have this fic yet because it refuses to BE WRITTEN, THE ASS.

I've started it like, four times, changed the tense at least six, the tone twice, thrown out about 2000 words in total, and it just WON'T. BE. WRITTEN.

Fujin says: AGGRAVATED.

I'm moving! Again! YAY.

Well, sorta yay. The moving part, not so fun, but the unpacking and wallowing in my very own (alas, still rented) house? That is made of awesome.

Stuff I did, in random order, while I neglected the internet:

1. Visited the evil twin, her J and all her housemates! Went shopping with one, learned Magic from another, discussed the political establishment with the other-other, watched way too much television (though it doesn't really count as television when it's a projector and a wall and more awesome than the biggest flatscreen you can buy) and generally was lazy. Fabulous.

2. Got sorta almost maybe most likely promoted at work. Again. I'm surprised that this is still of the yay-making, because while they keep heaping responsibilities on me, it only takes like, ten minutes a day to keep everything up to date. Waitin' for the other shoe to drop, here.

3. Wrote fic. Hurt myself laughing at said fic. If nothing else, at least I think I'm funny. XD

4. SUPERNATURAL OMG. Okay, so I didn't actually do Supernatural (omg, I wish), it was involved, so there. It's on the list.

5. Really, this is just an excuse for me to type random things. Honestly.

It is the evil twin's birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, EVILLEST OF TWINS!

I'm gonna go eat some cake in your honour, and then, like, come back and eat you. Or something.

:D

Oh man. I think I've forgotten how to type. XD

First, I squee: I saw Ten Inch Hero! :D We had a private screening up here with the director (who regaled us with fabulously hilarious stories) and the producer, and it was SO MUCH FUN. Honestly. TIH has a fairly simple story, really is quite Breakfast Club-esque, and could've been incredibly cheesy but wasn't. It was just really, really good, and by the time it was over, my face actually hurt from grinning like a giant doof.

And then I came home to another SPN filming notice and promptly shit myself because hey, now I have this huge urge to track Jensen down and tell him I got to see his movie and could I please have a copy right now instead of this time next year, please and please again. Alas, it was a day shoot, and by the time I got down there, they were finished. About three hours early, which I'm sure everyone else was happy about, but dammit. DAMMIT.

Haven't written really anything for awhile. I've been lazy and reading everyone else's. ^^' Started something today that I have entirely no clue what to do with, but has a mute!Sam and hey, at least I pounded out 1000 words or so.

IMPENDING EVIL TWIN VISITINS, OMG. :O

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I will be Dean giving you a cute little flower of love if someone (anyone, omg PLEASE) could get me a copy of O Mary Don't You Weep by Bruce Springsteen (incoming!) and Everybody Hurts by R.E.M.

I NEED, I tell you. NEED.

Dean is giving me dirty looks about the R.E.M. business, but if he wants porn, he's gonna shut up. XD