i think i've been naughty. oh damn.

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Recently, I've been told by various peoples that I need to make a wishlist 'you stupid ho', and even though it is STILL NOVEMBER, I will do it to appease my lovelies.

Things Wot I Want (Internets)

1. Since I really doubt any of you can get George Bush impeached, I will settle for things that make fun of him: icons, postcards, pictures flooding my inbox, spamming me on AIM, anything--I'm easy.



2. Fic! About people! And they do stuff in it! Maybe!
   • Crack!fic in the form of wingcest, because, yum.
   • Schmoop, schmoopity, schmoopers. Anything that is schmoopy!
   • Fire!kink afwjaofjaowfoj
   • Meg. She was hot and, apparently, I have a tiny obsession with her. Please!
   Or, like, okay, anything that you want to write will make me squeegle and you all know it.



3. Jared Padalecki--I know you still have him in your closet, Robin. Where is the sharing and caring?!--and, failing that, Jared icons. Yay, because I have tons of Jensen, but not really that many of Jared, and I loves the Jared, yes I do.



4. Send me an email! Tell me random things about your day, why you believe the moon landing was faked; be snarky or nice, or just...anything. It's nice to hear from you guys.

Things Wot I Want (Reals)

1. I would very much enjoy if someone wanted to share their music with me, putting a zip folder of their favorite stuffs together and sendspacing it off. I'm really broad on music likes, so as long as it's not hardcore rap or bluegrass, I will probably jump you from excitement.



2. Some advice about travel. See, my mom wants to go to Bermuda or somewhere else ridiculously warm and tropical--that is so not my schtick, by the way--and she's dead set on the two of us going for a vacation over break. I don't exactly know how to tell her, "Um, no, I really don't like you, let's not." Y'know, without getting smacked.



3. Still in the music vein, does anyone have some good jazz layin' around? Both Debbie and I have had a nasty craving for it since September, but limewire isn't really aiding me in finding what I want and I refuse to buy a compilation CD at best buy for, like, $25 dollars when I don't even know some of the artists' names. I'm a cheap bastard like that.



4. Letters! Postcards! Gag-gifts! Send me snail mail and I will squee at you forevers.



5. Romeo + Juliet the movie. I have the play and I love it to bits, but I love the movie (with Leonardo and Claire) just as much and I can't just keep renting it for all times. That gets kind of expensive, yeah.

I am currently writing some Sam'n'Dean for the lovely Ms. Plutogirl on the occassion of her birthday, and it should probably be up sometime today.

Which reminds me: why is there so much fic writing lately, omg! I have a Jensen'n'Jared schmoop to post once Robin gets back to me on the beta, and I'm writing something for Sofie because she found us that painting yesterday after hours of searching (no, literally guys, I was on AIM with her and she spent at least an hour and a half searching for the damn thing) which will be a continuation, sort of, of the Jensen/OMC fic from earlier in the week. It's, like, an EXPLOSION or something.

Um, so, that sort of means you guys should expect spam today. And also that means that all of you had better get your asses over to hell_quarterly and tell us you're submitting fic or art, yes indeedy. Pllleeaaasseeeeee!


ETA: Okay, I stole this from, like, my entire flist: queenofthorns has a love fest going on!

1) Comment with your username.

2) Go back to your own LJ and post the link your comment because otherwise, no one will know to come fawn over you if you don't tell them about it!

3) Your friends will leave ANONYMOUS comments to your comment about all the many reasons that you are WONDERFUL, and then they will comment with THEIR usernames and go post the link to THEIR comments and it will be a giant big snowball of love.

4) We will all feel WARM and FUZZY and excited about the KINDNESS OF STRANGERS! YAY!!!


My thread is here, and now I go to say anonymously nice things to everyone I know! Getchur threads up, babies. ♥♥♥

Comments

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I do not believe that there is hot sex involved. :(((((

Do you want flopsie porn? Or somefink?

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Don't worry about it. I don't expect anything.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*puffs cheeks out* WELL TOO BAD.

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Anything would be lovely. Really.

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Ok. Meg likes you.



She watches them when they’re playing. It’s funny, hearing them with their small sounds—makes them seem human and stupid. They are, of course, but they did get the best of her once.

She’s going to study them this time, though. She’s going to watch and wait and learn everything about what they mean to each other. And then? Then she’s going to twist up their emotions and make them beg.

It’ll be easy. Dean has his dark side, his shadows. He likes to fuck with the lights on so he can watch Sammy’s little boy eyes tear up and see the red welts rise on his skin. He gets off on Sam’s whimpers of ‘no, please, I can’t’ because he knows Sam sometimes really means them.

Sam, though, Sam will be the easiest thing about the whole plan. While Dean gets off on causing pain, Sam gets off on being in pain. He slips up when he’s sharpening the knives just to feel the sharp sting against his fingers. Yeah, he’s already half way off the cliff.

All he needs is a little push.