i'm on a roll. or something.

Uh, yet another assortment of icons! Sixteen through twenty three were made a while ago for clex_monkie89, who is lurvely and also snazzerific. Yadda, yadda, usual blah blah, want-take-have, customize, blah blah. Sorry for the three-collumn formatting, but...yeah. HTML + me = bad.

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( Gotchu where I want you )

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And now for some pointless, semi-grouchy babbling, mostly caused by hormones. Feel free to, like, run along at this point if you don't wanna read the rest - you don't need to comment if you're taking an icon, though I appreciate the thought muchly. ( More blah-blah blah-blah. )

buh-buh-baby, you just ain't seen nuh-nuh-nothin' yet

Thank you, Karma, for that loving display of 'bitch, you get what you deserve'. I'm not sure I could have gone another week without doing something to my bad ankle. Awesome. I hope this month doesn't turn into Hate-pril or something equally horrid.

On a more positive note, after reading the new J-squared interview, I comment-ficced in lokiie's journal. It is small, but it is also slightly mighty. \o/

( 'Jared, you're all - dude, what's with that face, cut it out,' Jensen says, wrinkling his nose and reaching out to bat Jared's hand away. He plants his thumbs on either side of Jared's mouth and pushes, molding Jared's face into something that doesn't look quite so much like 'deranged hotdog'. )

FLOPSIE DUMP! BEWARE, FALLING FIC.

[Cupcake Man] Gen; Sam, Dean
Written for kashmir1 a while ago, but that's really no excuse.

( Sam’s bored. And not even the kind of bored that can be cured with bad TV and too much junk food. )

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[Doggy!Dean] Sam/Dean at the end
Written for splits_thesky, also a while ago. Title is pretty self explanatory.

( 'You're a dog,' Sam says when he wakes up to a cold, wet nose pressing insistently against his cheek. )

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[Winter Mountains] Sort-of-Gen; Sam, Dean
I think I wrote this for Sofie, but. Uh. I'm not sure? It's been sitting on my comp for what seems like ever.

( The view from the cabin's front stoop is incredible so early in the day--no one's ruined the freshly fallen layer of crisp white snow, the lake is frosted over and placid, and the winter birds are stirring in the trees. )

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[Tic Tac T - …Oh!] Jensen/Jared
Jared likes tic tacs. Jensen likes that Jared likes tic tacs. Bwah hah hah.

( “What are you eating?” Jensen asks, slightly annoyed. He has a right, ok? Jared’s been chomping away, loud as can be right next to his ear for what feels like hours. )

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[Hey, Pretty] Sam/Dean explicit
The original, and then the shoot off. This bit is continuation of shoot off, as demanded by Kate. Wow, kind of complicated. *facepalm*

( They shuffle over from the wall on unsteady legs, and even though Sam was aiming for the bed, he pushes Dean down on the motel table instead, holding him there with one hand spread across Dean's throat. )