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Angel: the Series
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Dark Tower
Firefly
Lost
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(1) I know I'm the grown up and all but I want someone to come do all the hard stuff! *whine whine*
(2) Hard stuff=packing
(3) I move? In 4 days. I have packed? 3 boxes.
(4) Dude, I am so screwed. Send Winchesters! |
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Title: "Metaphors, Similes and Other Hazards of a Post-Apocalyptic Life"
Author: ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif) obsessedmuch
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Xander/Angel
Summary: Stranger things may have happened but not to Xander. Really.
Author's Notes: Written for otherpervert for the maleslashminis Xander Round. Set about 10 years post "Not Fade Away" and very arguably AU depending on how you see that playing out.
Required elements: snuggling/petting, complaints about hair gel, happy ending
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( Xander learned a long time ago... ) |
| FIC: lips like morphine (SPN, Sam/Dean, NC-17, wincest)
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Title: lips like morphine
Author: obsessedmuch
Fandom:Supernatural
Pairing/character: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: "Your perfect fucking mouth" by darkhavens in the rounds_of_kink challenge
Kink: Oral Fixation
Notes/Warnings: Slash, Wincest, language. Beta love to rubywisp, and all errors are mine because she is made of awesome. Title from song of the same name by Kill Hannah.
( Ripe is the best description for those lips. ) |
| when i grow up
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snurched from alleyoops
via </a></b></a>rainbow_bright
1. Go to http://www.careercruising.com/.
2. Put in Username: nycareers, Password: landmark.
3. Take their "Career Matchmaker" questions.
4. Post the top ten results
1.Printing Press Operator
2.Website Designer
3.Special Effects Technician
4.Desktop Publisher
5.Actor
6.Animator
7.Dental Lab Tech
8.Cartoonist / Comic Illustrator
9.Sign Maker
10.Gunsmith
[Unknown LJ tag]
11.Fashion Designer
12.Production Woodworker
13.Multimedia Developer
14.Film Editor
15.Film and TV Crew
16.Magician
17.Bookbinder
18.Automobile Assembler
19.Baker
20.Director of Photography
21.Butcher
22.Graphic Designer
23.Comedian
24.Artist
25.Disc Jockey
26.Casting Director
27.Machinist
28.Tool and Die Maker
29.Cook
30.Computer Animator
31.Print Journalist
32.Communications Specialist
33.Upholsterer
34.Critic
35.Craftsperson
36.Potter
37.Translator
38.Picture Framer
39.Composer
40.Automotive Painter |
| Fic Challenge Pimp
I know, I know, there's already like a billion fic challenges and such happening and they all hit in October.
So? More fic for us, that's what I say.
Anyway, here's another one that I want to point out to y'all because it's fun, and it's light on the requirements: luzdeestrellas Supernatural West-Wing-Episode-Title Fic Challenge
There's a MASSIVE amount of episode titles to choose from and so many of them just scream for SPN fic that I had a hard time choosing. Only 500 words! Due somewhere around Octiber 16th! Write whatever gets you to the happy place!
Go sign up, you know you want to. *pushes you all over* |
| FIC: i hope neil young will remember (SPN, Sam/Dean, R)
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Title: i hope neil young will remember
Prompt: Sam & Dean,
I've been in my mind, it's such a fine line
That keeps me searching for a heart of gold
Word count: 858
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It’s a hard realization to make, understanding that you’ve spent your life being in love with one person and never really known it until they were leaving you.
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Sam spends hours every day hunched over the laptop or with his face buried in John’s journal. He has worn down countless pencils, written the ink out of a hundred pens picked up in hotel rooms and diners. He’s filled pads of paper with notes, doodles, drawings, scribbles. There is a rainbow of post-its on everything, including the laptop itself.
Dean sleeps every night bathed in the blue-white glow of the computer’s screen, his face pressed into the pillow, his hip snugged up to Sam’s thigh. Every night Sam looks for the key. Every night he feels the slip of another day gone.
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Watching Dean is his other obsession. Sam drinks his brother in the way his lungs take in oxygen – it’s done without conscious thought to the process. Sam’s eyes are open, therefore he’s watching his brother, or looking for a way to save him. There are moments in between, but the thought of Dean walking out to get beer or pizza or a bag of peanut M&M’s and not coming back again is enough to send Sam into a cold sweat of panic.
"Dude, personal bubble," Dean mutters when Sam walks up the back of his heel in the checkout line.
Sam flushes, flips Dean off casually and below the line of sight of the cashier, goes back to scanning the trashy magazines set up in a row for impulse buys. This is the level of his desperation – he is actually looking for something he can latch onto and spin out into research he hasn't already been over a hundred times. He is looking at "Weekly World News" as a resource.
He has never felt so helpless in his life.
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Sometimes when he is lying in the dark, one arm under the pillow or beneath Dean's head, the other resting on the small of Dean's back or on his hip, Sam wonders what moment it was that made him realize that he was in too deep to ever be free of it. Not just the messy tangle of total fuck up that is this thing between him and his brother, but the painful realization that he will not be able to go on breathing if he can't break the contract.
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Sam remembers the first sloppy kiss he gave Dean, drunk on one can of beer and terrified that Dean will not just kick his ass six ways to Sunday but that Sam will lose that easy grin that Dean gives him when he's feeling generous and big brotherly towards him. Scared out of his wits, heart pounding hard enough to echo in his own ears, he snuck into Dean's bed, wriggled up under the arm flung out over the covers and pressed his mouth, wet with beer-tinged saliva, onto Dean's.
The reaction was almost anti-climatic really. Dean had opened his eyes, stared back at Sam when he drew back and rubbed his hand over his mouth.
"Less spit, more tongue," Dean told him with a huff and turned over in the bed, making room for Sam to lie down with him the way they hardly ever did anymore. Sam spooned up against Dean's sleep-warm body, long arms clutching too tight as he waited for something else to be said. There was nothing though, just the slow and even sound of Dean's breathing turning into snores as he dropped deeper into sleep.
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If Dean's aware of what Sam's doing now, he doesn't let on. There's the odd comment here and there when Sam gets so close that they damn near trip over each other's feet, or when Sam drops off to sleep in the middle of some bar because he spent the night up at the laptop and Dean has to practically carry him out to the car. But mostly Dean just lets Sam follow him around like a big puppy everywhere he goes, drawing the line only at the public bathroom in some of the rougher bars. That's probably a good idea, even Sam will admit that. Getting them in some stupid bar fight when they're trying to fly under the radar is more important that then 45 heart-stopping seconds it takes for Dean to go take a piss all by himself.
Sam's not sure if he's grateful for Dean's shiny new sense of propriety about this neediness or not. Before everything that happened with the demon and the deal, he knows that Dean would have tolerated about five minutes of that kind of behavior before he lost his temper and flipped out. But everything about Dean is slightly different now and it makes Sam ache to think that he's missed so much time. That he could have made a difference sooner.
That he could lose the heavy dip in the mattress, the sound of soft snoring, the heat of the body that his own curves around and against, the reason he manages to go on. It can't happen. He won't let it.
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| FICLET: "Whisper Lies" (Angel/Illyria, PG)
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for nomelon
Ficlet: Whisper Lies
Prompt: Angel/Illyria, strange moment
Rating: PG
Word Count: 394
She stares at him, her head on that odd angle, one that reminds Angel too vividly of broken necks he’s known.
“You are grieving. And angry. Yet you linger here with me when we could be doing violence. Explain.” Her head rights itself, abnormal eyes blinking so precisely he thinks they might actually make a clicking sound, robotics of a sort that would give Disney a happy even in his grave.
“I can’t,” Angel admits and licks his lip, stares out past Illyria’s shoulder to the rain-soaked alley behind her. “Humans grieve in different ways.”
“You are no longer human,” she points out with annoyance in her tone. “And still you cling to their weaknesses such as emotions. Wesley held this flaw of yours in high regard.”
He startles at the mention of Wesley’s name and the pain in his chest should mean there was a heart beating there to carry the ache. There isn’t one but he hurts as if there was. “What else did he say?”
“Many things. He liked to speak about you. Often I could not make him change the topic unless I threatened violence.” She frowns, the emotion odd on her normally blank face. “He wished me to lie to him at the end. He wished me to be her, the other whose body I inhabit.” She watches Angel’s reaction, notes the subtle change in his eyes, his mouth. “Would you like to know what it was like?”
He opens his mouth to deny it but she sees to well and he’s too close to what may be the end to leave any more questions unanswered when he doesn’t have to. “Yes.”
She steps over to him, her features shimmering into Fred’s and then, as warm fingers reach up to touch his face, into someone else. It’s a kaleidoscope moment, every emotion sliding into another and flipping back again, folding in on itself and expanding into something new. She smiles with Wesley’s mouth and presses it to Angel’s. She speaks with Wesley’s voice and whispers into his ear.
Then she is Illyria again, cool and composed as she steps back from him, the contact with his body broken and her eyes sliding closed and open, head at that peculiar arc, nothing changed as Angel says nothing and presses past her into the rain that still falls in the alley.
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| Ficlet: Hand Me Downs (John Winchester, gen, PG)
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Ficlet: Hand Me Downs
Prompts: John Winchester, legacy in the positive sense
Word Count: 556
John Winchester's daddy wasn't the kind of man to sit down and have a warm and emotionally bonding kind of talk. In fact most times John can't remember much of anything his dad ever said to him that wasn't about how to fix a truck or use a tool the way it was supposed to be done. His daddy was a quiet man, but strong in the way some men just are. There's no bragging, no reason to flaunt that strength, it was always just a part of him like his green eyes and the way his hair grew in a swirl on the back of his head. John can remember seeing that odd little whorl of black hair when his daddy would sit at night and drowse in the chair after supper.
When he was older, off doing his duty for his country, off earning himself a few scars and a first hand exposure to things he swears his kids are never going to have to see themselves, he thinks about his daddy and how proud the man was of him for joining up. Not that he'd say so, of course. But his mother told him so, and John knew his mother wouldn't lie, not with her baby boy about to go off and face a bunch of men trying to kill him.
"He's so proud of you," she'd whispered against his ear as she hugged him. "He loves you so much, John and he's about to burst from wantin' to brag on you. Don't you ever forget that."
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Tonight, years later, John thinks about his daddy as he sits in a hospital room and watches his own son struggle to breathe one more time. He barely feels his own hurts, barely feels the broken bone in his arm or the ruined muscle in his leg where the bullet torn him up. All he can feel is the weight of ever breath Dean takes, and he thinks that maybe this is how his own daddy felt every single night he was gone. He thought about his mother's parting words but he thinks that he never understood what she was really trying to tell him, and now he does.
This is what being a father means. You will feel every hurt your children feel; you will fear for them every moment of the day and night whether they are under your roof or a thousand miles away from it; you will wish and pray and bargain with God and anyone or anything else that you have to in order to keep them breathing, safe, happy. You will love them more than you can ever say. And you will come to understand that they won't know this themselves until they're the ones feeling those same things.
John lets his head drop back against the chair. It's cold in here and his son is dying.
He lets that sink in -- his son is dying.
The respirator makes another harsh noise and covers the sound of John's whispered prayers for help. Who he's praying to right now even John can't say, but he feels the connection come full circle with his own father and knows the man made his own whispers in the dark of another room and made his own bargains in exchange for John's safety.
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| Ficlet: the silence is deafening (JDM, PG-13)
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for wyoluvr
Fic: the silence is deafening
Prompts: JDM and:
And I've been drinkin' now
Just a little too much
And I don't know how
I can get in touch with you
Now there's only one thing
for me to do, that's to
To get home to you
Word Count: 205
The bottle's more than half empty and he still can't pick up the phone. Instead he stares at the floor where the note lies in torn pieces. He can see bits of words on the ones that landed face up, a squiggle of blue ink here, a stroke of curved letter there. It all adds up to shit anyway, and so he takes another drink and lets the glass get warm in his hand.
Stares as the droplets gather on the glass, tells himself that it's not a binge. If it was a goddamn binge, then would he have bothered with ice? No, he fucking well would not have bothered with ice. Or a glass, for that matter. A binge is all about a bottle and a lot of forgetting. This isn't forgetting. This isn't even in the neighborhood of forgetting.
As he stares at the papers, the droplets meld together, slide down the glass, fall to the floor. The soft arc of that blue-inked curve turns into a smudge of nothing, obliterated by the water drop from his glass.
Every rattle of the melting ice in the glass is the sound of the phone not ringing. No, this isn't a binge. He's not forgetting.
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| Ficlet: Sink Them In (Dean/Lindsey, R)
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Prompts: Dean/Lindsey, blood
Ficlet: Sink Them In (Dean/Lindsey, R)
Word Count: 270
"Is it a kink or something?" Dean asks, sweating as he rubs his hand over his neck and looks at the smears of red on his fingers when he pulls them back.
Lindsey frowns, pushes tangled hair out of his face as he kneels beside Dean, covers twisted under him. "Is what a kink?" He pushes the wrinkled sheets off onto the floor and collapses with a satisfied groan, bouncing the mattress and Dean both.
"This whole need you seem to have to draw blood whenever you fuck," Dean points out, he fingers held out for evidence when Lindsey huffs in annoyance at the answer. "Seriously, man. I'm startin' to wonder if I need to check you for fangs."
Lindsey grabs Dean's wrist, pulls the sticky fingertips to his mouth, sucks the blood smears from them roughly. His teeth catch on each one before he lets go, smirking at Dean's expression. "If there was a need to be checkin' for fangs, you'd already be dead on the floor, Winchester. Kinda late to be worried about that now."
Dean rubs his fingers together, idly feeling the slickness of Lindsey's saliva as it slowly dries on his skin and then he shrugs and rolls to his side, reaches out and presses those same fingers to the faint scars on Lindsey's neck. "Don't know about that. Seems to me you made it out alive at least once." His dick jumps and prods Lindsey's hip, eliciting a sound from them both, groan and echo. "Up for tryin' best outta three?"
Lindsey's answer is non-verbal, all grabbing hands and rocking hips. Dean's alright with that.
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| I have ficlets. Let me show you them.
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Well, actually I want to write ficlets. And then show you them.
So gimme in the comments:
(1) A pairing, or a character from Buffy, Angel, Supernatural, or one of the RPS peoples that I have written (mostly from the Jossverse)
(2) A prompt - a word, a lyric, a picture, an icon, anything you like
That's it. I will write as many as I can manage. |
| Dean actually DOES smile
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I just seem to not have any icons of him doing it.
Quick, point me to smirky, smiley, snarky, PRETTY, smiling Dean icons?
Please? |
| Real women...
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Replace their own goddamn brake lights.
*grunts, pounds chest*
Dean, get in the kitchen and make me some pie! |
| It's hard out here for a chef
Oh, Michael Chiarello, you wacky guy!
I know your pans are close to the second coming of Christ in quality and all but are you SERIOUS? Six. hundred. Dollars. It's for six pans and don't even get me started about how they count lids as pieces just like pans. But I was too busy with sticker shock and hyperventilation to not exclaim -- out loud at work no less -- "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING?"
*headdesk*
Great, now I have a $600 pan craving. Damn him and his gray salt. |
| Stuff (and nonsense)
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The things you hear when you're riding in the car with your kids... My middle child recently bought this hoodie and was wearing it tonight in the car. Why this is important, I have no idea, just proves how utterly out of things I am.
The following conversation took place as I was driving us out to dinner tonight:
Oldest (to middle child): Why did you buy that anyway, it makes you look straight edge.
Middle Child: It does not. And I am, so what?
Oldest: Yeah but it makes you look like the ones who walk around shoving their hands at you, all in your face.
Middle: I don't do that.
Oldest: Well that hoodie makes you look like you're going to.
Middle: So? Aren't you too? You don't drink or smoke or do drugs.
Oldest: No but I make out with my girlfriend so I'm not strictly straight edge.
Me: OK CHANGE OF TOPIC!!
Sometimes I am very sure that I am not cut out to be the mama. But then we proceeded to have a very nice dinner out with steak and steamed veggies and potato and the kids all had dessert that was the size of smallish mountains made of chocolate and mousse and ice cream and caramel and fudge. My stomach hurt just looking at them. I had a taste of the cake, it made me dizzy from the sugar rush and it was less than an actual spoonful. That was two hours ago and they are in the kitchen right now looking for a snack.
Ow, my tummy!
In other news, I am not much for posting at LJ anymore and not much for keeping up wtih 4 journals. I think I am going to post here for mostly everything. I am not taking a stance on what anyone else might choose to do -stay at LJ, leave LJ, it's YOUR money, it's YOUR journal, you do what you want to do because I am doing what I want to do and would be highly insulted if someone tried to tell me my choice was right or wrong. I'm just saying that though I have some ficathons I have contributed to on LJ, and I will honor those and post the fics there as needed, I am more or less moving here. Already there is so much less stress in opening up the page to read the FList that I breathe a sigh of relief every single time I do it.
I will keep my LJ account to keep up with friends who are still remaining there. I will not be renewing it. I have gone off of automatic payments.
In other news, all RL related - I am in the process of applying for a mortgage to buy the house I grew up in. Prayers, candles, (non-living) sacrifices in the name of the deity of your choice on my behalf all gratefull accepted with thanks.
*flail* ohmygodiamoutofmymind! *flail* |
| Answering the Interview Meme
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From brynwulf
What is your favorite childhood memory?
I grew up with my grandparents and my aunt and uncle. They spoiled me, of course, when I wasn't being a total brat. My favorite childhood memory is driving with my uncle in his Mustang (red with black pony seats, OMGYAY!) and him letting me shift gears. It was night time, we were on the highway and he would say "now!" and I'd shift and feel the car surge forward faster and faster. I *know* this is where my love of Mustangs comes from. Sadly I can't drive stick worth a hoot.
Who is more alpha, Sam or Dean? Think about this very carefully.
Oh it's pretty simple to me that Sam is the alpha there. He's not even a 'topping from the bottom' alpha, he is flat out Head Bitch In Charge. Dean adores him, anything and everything Sammy wants or thinks he wants or might want or used to want but maybe forgot about? Dean is all over providing. Translate at will. ;)
From caoilainn
I have a question, what is "the gay supremacy hour?" I just looked through your user interests and I have no clue.
This comes from the age of time when "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" was the newest, hottest thing around and everyone wanted them to be their new GayBestFriend.
From airavanya
What's your favourite story (that you've written)?
"Rainmakers" - no doubt. :) I love my big gay OTP!
What's your favourite pairing of all the ones you've written/read?
I'm cheating and breaking it down my fandom (because I'm like that)
Angel: Lindsey/Angel if we're keeping it in the one show. Lindsey/Riley if we're crossing over.
Buffy: Xander/Riley (see above)
Supernatural: Sam/Dean all the way baby!
Lost: Jack/Sawyer
Dark Tower: Cuthbert/Alain
Firefly: Hmmm, I never wrote much in here but I think that I like Tamcest best
Smallville: Clark/Lex 4eva *draws hearts*
RPS: Chris Kane/Dave Boreanaz
Favourite band/singer?
AC/DC, Bruce Springsteen (i'm diverse)
Favourite song?
Um. Right at this moment in time I am compulsively listening to "Harder to Breathe" (Maroon 5)on repeat. Does this count?
If you were a jack-o-lantern, what would you look like?
Roundish and orange? ;)
From loose_pages
1. Have you always lived on the east coast?
Not only have I always been on the east coast, I have only every lived within 6 blocks of the house I grew up in.
2. Did you see Brokeback Mountain in the theater? Have you read the short story?
I didn't see the movie at the theatre when it was out, though I did want to. I saw it on DVD, and waited until my GF could see it with me. I read the short story a long time ago and it made me sob like a baby. Still does. The movie? Less impact.
3. What is your favorite thing about you (could be physical feature, personality trait, skill, whatever)?
I like my mouth. And I kind of like my writing on a good day if I squint into the sun and look at it sideways.
4. What is your guilty pleasure in fic?
Hmmm, well... let's see. I don't think I should like first time, almost forced fic as much as I do but it hits a kink.
5. If you could be one place in the world other than where you are now, where would it be?
Jensen Ackles's bed? No? Sorry, one track mind. In Blackpool!
From trepkos
If you had to pick one fandom and give up all the others, which would it be?
Dude! That's like asking me to pick one organ and give up all the rest! I think it would have to be Buffy/Angel. I might not be as active as I used to be but I can't give up my first (fandom)love.
What food or drink could you not live without?
CHEESE!
Did Riley do the right thing by leaving on that helicopter when Buffy was running after him?
*sigh* Yeah, he clearly needed to get himself out before he was drained or turned. I think he did love her, but it was a destructive relationship for him. Whoever Buffy was meant to be with, I don't think she was ready for it to be Riley. (Cookie dough references inserted here)
If you could live as a fictional character who would it be?
Wow. That's tough. If you mean an existing one then I would say... Faith. I love her toughness, she's hot as hell and she's working towards being something better.
If you could choose the last question, what would it be, and what would you answer?
Heh - ok. The question I choose is "Which Winchester is hottest?"
And my answer is... John. Yes, seriously. WWJWD? ANYONE HE WANTS!
Still open to taking more, feel free to comment to this entry if you want to ask me something, anything, you know the drill. |
| FIC: Stillness Between Moments (wesley/Connor - NC17)
TITLE: Stillness Between Moments
AUTHOR: obsessedmuch
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Wesley/Connor
SUMMARY: Nothing is as it seems, nothing is as you'd expect.
DISCLAIMER: They belong to M.E., not me.
WRITTEN FOR: mireille719, who asked for a radio, a bad habit, hunting someone or something, written for MaleSlashMinis on LJ
A/N: follow fic
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| Intro to new people from that friending meme
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Hi, welcome to the JF version of me. I've moved all my LJ over here and am in the process of putting my fics in the memories.
If you want to skip the whole memory process, then my fics are all here: biblioteque
Multifandom, but you'll see it's way heavy with the Buffy and Angel stuff. But not Buffy/Angel. Slash. 99.99% slash. Some RPS, too, so 'ware if you're not of a mind to read that sort of thing.
I plan to post here and not so much at LJ anymore, so there's nothing happening at the LJ account that's not also posted here. Not that any of you were worried about missing a single scintillating moment of me bitching about parking in the Wawa or how my job sucks.
I rant, I make random fannish squee, I obsess about SPN and so on. I'll friend back anyone who friends me, and won't bite off heads if someone un-friends me. The drama quotient here will be low, even if the bitchery will at times be high.
Oh and feel free to ask me anything you want in the comments. In fact, by GOD, let's do the Fabulous Five Question Meme!
(1) Ask me any five questions you like. I'll answer.
(2) In return, you post this in your own JF and open yourself up to the same.
(3) Let's hug it out, bitch. Never mind. Just the two will do. |
| Y.E.D. AT SUPERNATURAL CREATION CONVENTION
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SUPERNATURAL CHICAGO EVENT:
ANOTHER NEW GUEST ANNOUNCED TODAY
We're pleased to announce today that FREDRIC LEHNE, "The Yellow Eyed Demon" of SUPERNATURAL has signed aboard the Salute to SUPERNATURAL, BUFFY and SMALLVILLE CONVENTION, making his first appearance with us. Fredric is one of Hollywood's hardest working actors seen in shows including GHOST WHISPERER, LOST (as Marshall Edward Mars in 8 episodes), BONES, MEDIUM, JAG, FIREFLY, CSI, THE X-FILES, DALLAS and so many more.
Make your plans now to be on hand for the fun as we come to Chicago's HYATT REGENCY WOODFIELD on November 10-11. Announced guests scheduled so far include:
JARED PADALECKI
Sam Winchester of the hit series SUPERNATURAL
NICHOLAS BRENDON
Xander Harris in Buffy the Vampire Slayer
SAMANTHA FERRIS
This talented actress plays Ellen Harvelle in Supernatural (she runs The Roadhouse truck stop), Deckhand Pollux in Battlestar Galactica, Nina Jarvis in 4400, Warden Anita Stone in Smallville, and Dr. Raully in Stargate SG 1.
and
STEVE CARLSON
Steve has had several original songs placed in film and television projects including "Night Time" placed in the WB's "Supernatural" last year. One track from the album, "Now That My Love Is Gone" has been placed in the upcoming film "Be My Baby". Other films in which Steve's had song placement include "Just Married", "Life Or Something Like It", and “Memore” Steve will be performing a concert at the convention... something to look forward to!
http://www.myspace.com/stevecarlson |
| Ficathon reminder
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Just my own personal reminder here:
maleslashminis (Wesley Round) -- Due August 12
SPN_Remix -- due October 2
creep_fest -- due October 13
SPN_fairytales -- due October 15
SPN_palencar due October 15
Note to self: THIS IS CALLED INSANITY! THIS IS CALLED OVER-EXTENDING YOURSELF! STOP THAT!
*hands*
OK, back to work. Yup. |
| Steve Carlson to appear at SPN Convention
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SUPERNATURAL CHICAGO CONVENTION
COMPOSER/PERFORMER STEVE CARLSON IN CONCERT!
NICE NEWS today for those fans planning on attending Creation Entertainment's Salute to SUPERNATURAL, BUFFY & SMALLVILLE coming to CHICAGO on NOVEMBER 10-11, 2007. Due to popular demand we have signed on composer/performer STEVE CARLSON to present a musical concert at the convention.
Steve has had several original songs placed in film and television projects including "Night Time" placed in the WB's "Supernatural" last year. One track from the album, "Now That My Love Is Gone" has been placed in the upcoming film "Be My Baby". Other films in which Steve's had song placement include "Just Married", "Life Or Something Like It", and “Memore”
Steve joins already announced guests
JARED PADALECKI
Sam Winchester of the hit series SUPERNATURAL
NICHOLAS BRENDON
Xander Harris in Buffy the Vampire Slayer
SAMANTHA FERRIS
This talented actress plays Ellen Harvelle in Supernatural (she runs The Roadhouse truck stop), Deckhand Pollux in Battlestar Galactica, Nina Jarvis in 4400, Warden Anita Stone in Smallville, and Dr. Raully in Stargate SG 1. |
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OK, I admit that I rarely if ever run over to YouTube but I was sort of following a trail of things and I found this and I clicked it and I just...
The F.U.N. Song - Jack teaches Sawyer how to have fun. As Spongebob teaches Plankton...
Dude. Seriously. |
| The Required Multi-Journal Test Post
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I'd like to make this about something but lo, there is nothing happening right now other than me struggling to keep up with getting three journals set up.
I can fake it though:
I have backed up the LJ to the other 3 journal sites. I apologize profusely if any of my 1200+ backup posts screwed with your flist anywhere.
If you haven't already seen it: snapetoy has a helpful step by step guide to setting up Semagic to allow you to post to multiple journals.
LJ-SEC is a nifty and helpful tool.
My son is asking for pancakes for dinner. We have none. Woe! Must find something else for him.
I think that's enough useless information for a test post, don't you? |
| Just for the record
Making sure it works. *waves* Soon to be backing up, etc. |
| In case of sudden journal exodus, break glass
On Journalfen: obsessedmuch
On InsaneJournal: obsessedmuch
On Greatestjournal: obsessedmuch
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So feel free to add me, or comment here with your own variations, or both.
The thought of uploading 300+ icons and giving them words and credit and copying and backing up my LJ is clearly insanity at its best. My thoughts are that LJ will weather the deletion storm yet again and we'll all be sitting here navel-gazing or what not come next weekend. But then again I've been wrong before so why not just make sure, right?
For the record, my money, should it go to another journaling place, would go to journalfen. They started the whole site when LJ got the hump way back in the day, who better to take you in if LJ should decide you are a pornicating little pervert that they no longer care to allow to generate traffic to their site sully their good name. |
| Ahhhhhhhh Friday...
So, I am apparently going to fling myself into the whole fic-writing thing by literally FLINGING myself into ficathons all willy-nilly... (go ahead, snicker, I can HEAR you, you know...)
So I've got the maleslashminis
AND I've got the spn_remix
AND I've got spn_fairytales
Whoa. Okey dokey then! *puts on resolve face* I will write, I will write, I will I will I will!
Um, also I am having the plotbunnies that come about when Sam and I get talking about the boys. Yis. Pretty AU's and Pretty Casefiles and mostly just PRETTY!
So how's everyone else doin'? |
| "we are so screwed"
Just watched "Nightshifter" on the CW site. *happy sigh*
Every time I watch this ep, I love it more and more. It hits all manner of buttons, thank you very much. Hello Sammy, ever so casually kicking SWAT ass. Hello Dean, with your up close and personal blade-thrust.
I... just... *flail* Oh, show!
That's all. Just fangirl squee. You may resume your regularly scheduled LJ browsing. |
| Kerfuffle-ish thoughts
Everything old is new again
Once upon a time in the good old days of the Buffy Fandom, I ran a couple lists and a couple sites and was fairly active in my way. At this same time, there was also a mailing list that was happily in their own little private place in the fandom, getting their snark on about fic and lists and sites and so on. I was vaguely aware of the list. I was not part of it.
Things happen, as things do, and people got pissed and eventually the private list postings got out and in the due course of time, I found out that some of the things I was involved with had been poked with the pointy stick of snarkdom. I also found out that some people I knew through fandom, who I talked to and emailed and IM'd with, were part of the private list and some had defended me and some had joined in with their own pokes and some had ignored it, as people tend to do when life makes demands.
Not once, ever, did anyone on that list who knew I was being poked at think that the appropriate thing to do was give me the copies of the emails so I could see in glorious text all the things that were being said. No one. Not a single person. Not the ones who defended me. Not the one who was my best friend in the world.
Let's marvel for a moment: the person who was my best friend in the whole world, who loved me then and loves me now, who knew me inside and out and cared about me being happy, DID NOT THINK IT APPROPRIATE TO TELL ME THAT PEOPLE WERE MAKING FUN OF ME.
I thanked her for it then, I thank her for it now. Seriously, why would I do anything else? Why would I want to know that a bunch of people (99% of which wouldn't have known about me without the link being brought up for mockery) had taken a few minutes of time to say something snippy and move on to someone else they likely did not know and would not give a rat's ass about once the poking was done? What good would it have done?
My reaction when I saw it was to feel a sniff of resentment, blush a little and then write something on the site to address their remarks, with all due snark of course. I think I giggled when I wrote it and promptly went on to whatever else was happening at the time.
Now, maybe if I had known about the list as it had been happening and not months later, I would have had a different reaction but I kind of think not. No one trampled my soul, no one ripped out my heart and stomped it, I did not leave fandom because of the Mean Girls and my delicate and unique snowflake status was not melted away.
Cult of Nice, Mean Girls -- the truth is that life is not made of awesome, and that spills over into fandom. Should you be happy when people are nice to you? Yes, of course, don't be ridiculous. Are you entitled to be pampered and petted just because you put out some words about a show a lot of other people also liked? Are you entitled to only be praised, as in 'if you can't some something nice, don't say anything at all'?
Basically, are you entitled, period?
No.
Write what you like. Post what you please. Ask for feedback. But if you get the word that someone's pissed in your sandbox, you might want to ask yourself what kind of friend is so eager to make sure you get a good old face full of the piss. |
| Various and Sundry
Have received my SPN Remix assignment and it of made of AWESOME!! All the little worrying points that go with being in any ficathon -- will I get someone I know? will I get a match up that I can do in my sleep? Will I get a remix author who is SO good/SO not my style that all I can do is flail about like a lunatic? -- those are half the fun of signing up. Gotta love the 'what if?' factor.
Which is all pointless right now because my remix assignment, as I mentioned, fucking rocks. Yis. It is the John Winchester of Remix Assignments.
Oh and speaking of -- Dear Remix Person Who Ended Up With Me: Sorry for the serious lack of selection. I wish I could offer you more. Go on and have a good time with whatever you pick, I will really enjoy seeing what you make of my so-called plots.
In other news: Wawa Hazelnut Coffee good. Morons who park in the No Parking Zone bad.
Last night, on the way into the market, some guy told me I have great legs. It made me feel pretty good, especially since it was done in this really casual, non-leering kind of way, much like you might tell someone you really like their hair color or the shirt they are wearing. Yay random compliments!
My shirt from zortified arrived yesterday and was sitting on my desk this morning. My squee knows no bounds, y'all. *loves shirt*
Have I mentioned I have a minion at work now? She's part time, just a couple hours a week, and only short term, but she's the perfect minion for me: smart, quick, and not looking to be chatty with me. Also she does the grunt work I don't really want to be stuck with doing -- FILING! Lord I hate filing. I can forgive her being all young and tiny and perky and adorable just because she means I do not have to file.
In conclusion: wow, that was an information dump of useless trivia, huh? How did you guys survive without me? [/sarcasm]
PS - need to find two things: animated SPN Mood Theme? Or any other SPN mood themes? And a really good "WTF?" icon, any fandom or non-fandom, I just noticed that I lack one and lord knows that kind of icon comes in handy on the LJ, yis indeedy. |
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