Nov. 27th, 2006

unamaga: (daydreamin gets you down)
So, you all are getting a joint holiday gift from me. It is going to be larger than a bread box but smaller than a microwave and involve wee!chesters.

[Poll #876064]

And, also, because I am in a very strange mood, answer these questions. Or, like, don't you freaking party pooper.

[Poll #876065]

Someone play with me, I'm bored. Look at my little face - it's so pathetic and sad! Can you really say no?

ETA: So, I was thinking, and we all know that never leads to good things, but seriously. I was thinking about how sometimes I read a particular fic and suddenly I can't imagine some of the tiny details not being canon. In my head, there are all these little things that I've picked up from all over the place that make up my own personal characterization of our boys, both in RPS and wincest. Does this happen to you? Is there any particular author that just makes you say "Yes, yes, that is exactly it"?
unamaga: (BOOTS that BELONG to JENSEN)
I know, I keep making all these things and you're probably like, "stfu, get a job, h0r!" but I can't help it! It's like an addiction or something! So, um, you should all go over to [livejournal.com profile] spn_hols and join in because it will really be fun and also it would make me happy. It's like an advent calender! But with Winchesters instead of chocolate! Go!

And, ok, have some prostitute!Sam ficlet that I wrote for Sofie. It's not, like, finished or anything - just a blurb. But, y'know, prositute, guys. This is definitely not a bribe for you to join the comm. Yes it is! Not at all.

Howdy, Stranger
R | Sam/Dean | 432 words

Sam leans back against the brick wall, legs spread like an invitation. )


ETA: So apparently I'm stupid and I put the link for the Tea Party download down a few posts as the Fiona Apple sendfile. HERE IS THE PROPER ONE! Um. Cut me some slack, y'all.
unamaga: (*Sob*)
I want to see a fucking J-squared fic based off these lyrics right here ) Like, pronto. 'Cause I'm on the verge of tears just thinking about it and, please, please, please. Doesn't it just make you want to cry and hug everything you've ever loved to your chest? I've heard that song probably a billion times, and it gets me a little bit more each listen. So, like, I WILL DO ANYTHING if you write something for this. Pleaaseeee.

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