an icon plea!

[unamaga]

Earlier today:

Dad: DUH NUH, duh nuh, duh nuh nuh nuuuh nuh nuh nuh, WELL I'M BACK IN BLACK!
Me: Uh, hi?
Dad: Oh hey, I stole your CDs.

Apparently, my dad went to a Bad Company concert, a KISS concert, and a U2 concert - when they were still awesome. He had hair longer than mine (which, btw, was practically down to my waist at the time), and knows every single song on my Supernatural Mix, even "Ashes to Ashes" by The Tarbox Ramblers. I played it in the car yesterday and he was singing along to "Cold as Ice" and drumming on the steering wheel like a lunatic. It was awesome. I really love my dad. ♥

What I don't love, however, is my new haircut. Have you ever gone to a hairstylist who, like, doesn't ASK you what you want to do with your hair? Because, yeah. She chopped off around four inches and gave me Soccer Mom layers. SOCCER MOM LAYERS. I'm calm. Really.

I guess all I need now is a mini-van and a pair of these pants. Extra tush room! Square hips! I'll be the talk of the town. \o/

ALSO, I sort of need your help again, guys. I've purged more than half of my icons, and now I'm in town to shop. SO, I'm pulling an annella! Do you know any comms or icon-makers that you'd like to recommend? Show off your own icon favorites! I love stock and fandom, so either would be fabulous.

Comments

[exsequar.livejournal.com]

How is that POSSIBLE? I don't password lock anything! I am baffled. *scratches head*

Anyway. ENJOY! *mwah*

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

I can make anything go wrong, JUST BY TOUCHING IT. Truefax. But, ok, so here is a little something I have written for you. I hope it pleases. *fret*

“You know, um. That’s kind of dangerous,” Sam says mildly. He watches Dean hit his head on the side of the television for what seems like the thousandth time, and wonders if his brother has a concussion yet. “Maybe we should call someone in.”

Dean straightens up, pulling wires out of his hair and down from around his neck. “We are not calling someone in,” he bites out.

Sam lapses back into amused silence, munching on some white cheddar popcorn. There’s an alarming noise from behind the television set, and the whole entertainment system wobbles on its stand. The only thing that keeps it from toppling over is a well-placed, determined knee.

“Did you read the directions?” Sam asks.

Dean makes a sound like tearing paper and jerks back. “No, I did not read the directions, because the directions are stupid. Now shut the hell up and let me do this. Swear to god, if you’d just quit it, I’da had it done an hour ago.”

He dives back into the mess of coils before Sam has a chance to think up a snappy retort. Which is kind of sad, since Sam’s pretty sure he could have said something about Dean and sex and how he never asks for directions. It probably would’ve lead to a fist-fight anyway, but Sam’s bored and that might be entertaining.

“Hey. Aristotle. Turn the fucking TV on,” Dean calls, muffled. His ass wiggles from side to side excitedly. “I think I got it.”

Sam gropes over the bed for the remote, preoccupied, and presses the power button at the top. Immediately, the entire room is filled with loud moans and the screech of bedsprings.

Dean woops and sits back on his heels to watch, wide-eyed and pleased. “Sammy, I wasn’t expecting porn. You dog.” He tilts his head to the side, whistles. “Damn, lookit that ass.”

Bright red, Sam tries to protest, “I didn’t – Dean. I didn’t rent this!”

Dean laughs and rolls to his feet, fluid and graceful in a way that’s – wow, really distracting. He’s crawling onto the bed next to Sam all too soon, face shadowed by the flickering of the television, wicked eyes flicking towards the screen. His hand falls onto Sam’s thigh, thumb pressing against the fly of Sam’s jeans like an accident.

“Sure you didn’t, little brother,” he says.

[exsequar.livejournal.com]

BWEE! BOYS! I love the image of Dean's ass all awriggle with pride, sticking out from behind the TV. SO CUTE OMG. And Sammy munching on popcorn, enjoying the show far more than anything that would be on TV. EEEE! YAY MEL YOU WROTE ME BOYS! *twirls you in a circle* :D:D Thank you baby!!