unamaga: (TOO MUCH CUTE)
If you haven't popped over to [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon's birthday celebration at [livejournal.com profile] catenip, you're missing out, dudes. As well as some truly adorable and sweet presents involving boys, the outpouring of love is just heartwarming. Aw, fandom. <333 I've left my own little contribution here:


*smooch*
unamaga: (i want to mess up my sheets with you)
First of all, Happy Happy Birthday to my braintwin, the gorgeous [livejournal.com profile] immoralilly. Chicken, I'm not sure if your package got to you in time, but if it hasn't - present is on its way! I promise! I hope you're out right now with your boys, prodding Michael with a stick, and having lots to drink. I miss you like crazy, and I love you. ♥

Second, even though I need to catch up on comments desperately, a poll.

[Poll #1121830]

So far I've tried parts of Bump in the Night and Pretty Pretty Bunch. Bump in the Night was hysterically fun. I got to say, "Oh my god, I can never wear these pants again," IN FULL VALLEY GIRL MODE. It was kind of beautiful.
unamaga: (nice kissing)
First order of business: I've missed birthdays! I'm so sorry! [livejournal.com profile] plutogirl10, [livejournal.com profile] talilov? You guys are the best, and I haven't spoken to either of you really in ages, but know that I pretty much adore you. ♥ Second order of business: Julie and I made fic!

Title: All's Fair
Authors: [livejournal.com profile] unamaga and [livejournal.com profile] kashmir1
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: NC-17
Summary: John wants to play a game.
Wordcount: 3,031 words
Notes: I have never had so much goddamn fun writing fic before. Hope it's even half as fun to read.

( "Okay, hilarious, Sheppard. You can come out now," he said, voice carrying as he settled his hands on his hips. )
unamaga: (the true hp otp)
I can haz birthday haul nao!

  • And So It Is by [livejournal.com profile] schneestern (McKay/Sheppard, R)
    They fall into it easily enough. Kisses and caresses and little touches like it's always been a part of who they are.
    Hi, so this pretty much made me cry. It's so sweetly, delicately beautiful, and the last line packs such a punch that I actually made sounds and had to pause before hitting 'comment' to kermit flail my arms around wildly.

  • From A Whispered Start by [livejournal.com profile] misskatieleigh (McKay/Sheppard, PG)
    Rodney is very protective of John’s mind. He kind of wants it to stick around for a bit, preferably attached to John’s body.
    This is adorable. I love the affectionate, subtle ode to John's hair. Really, there is no way that his hair should be able to do that all time. I love it so much. <3

  • Stranded at the Drive In by [livejournal.com profile] kashmir1 (McKay/Sheppard, R)
    John bundles Rodney into the GTO one Friday evening in early June. Rodney's teaching summer session and, two weeks in, is already threatening violence against his 'incompetent' students.
    RODNEY. SINGS. LIONEL RICHIE'S GREATEST HITS. IN THE SHOWER. I will never, ever get over that. Oh, yeah, and also this is totally awesome and sweet and I love it to tiny bits and pieces. But Lionel Richie. Come on.

  • An awesome mix by [livejournal.com profile] chickypooh
    I'm only just listening to this now, but it's so delightful and cute! V. v. good for when you're feeling happy and gooshy. (As I am right now.)

  • I know this wasn't FOR me - per say - but, dude. Dumbledore's gay is announced on my birthday? Damn right I'm claiming it. Thank you, JK Rowling, you absolute doll! It's just what I've always wanted, it's perfectly right! It's just what I've always wanted, a Christmas delight!

  • MOM: Remember a few years ago when that one - what country was that?
    ME: What are you even talking about.
    MOM: Anyway, they got that bad storm. Oh, oh, what was it called?
    ME: The storm?
    MOM: I keep thinking tiramisu, but that can't be right.
    ME: ...A tsunami?
    MOM: No, no. Maybe a honsoom?

  • Shampoo and conditioner that will make it mandatory for me to sing in the shower. No lie. When you have a shampoo that's coconut and lime, you do a little dance and burst into enthusiastic song! You put da lime in da coconut, then you put 'em in your hair. And, yes. I did actually start singing and dancing in the middle of the store. Shame, what?
Thank you to everyone who took the time to wish me a happy birthday or comment on my birthday fic. You all are just...too much. I'm kind of overwhelmed by how awesome my flist is right now. GROUP HUG, YOU GUYS. C'MERE.

oh lol

Sep. 5th, 2007 02:08 pm
unamaga: (ronon the librarian)
Happy Birthday, [livejournal.com profile] nu_breed! Congratulations, you are indeed another year awesomer. *smoosh* Have a great day, sweetie!

In other news, the loudspeaker just came on. "ATTENTION ALL LIBRARY STAFF AND FACULTY. RIGHT NOW, WE ARE HOLDING A CLASS IN THE ROOSEVELT AUDITORIUM ON THE FIRST FLOOR: THE DELICATE ART OF PATRON SERVICE! ALL FACULTY AND STAFF WELCOME!"

The delicate art of patron service, guys. He said there was going to be Patron Service Jeopardy. I think the entire computer lab is stifling its laughter right now, in deference to the fact that some of the poor workers are looking hugely embarassed. PATRON SERVICE JEOPARDY. Can't you just see it? I'll take 'Dainty Dewey Decimal' for five hundred, please.

This icon has never been more appropriate.

pssst, sofie! you around today? i'm on gmail messenger until 3:45, and aim if i can force meebo to work.
unamaga: (liek omg nowai)
Guess what today is. It's Anne's birthday! Sweetie, you are one of the bubbliest, most incredible people I have ever had the pleasure to meet - and SO GLOMPABLE. I hope your birthday is fabulous and filled with lots of pretty, androgenous boys who like to giggle at each other behind their hands.

I don't have access to my picspamming folders, otherwise I would have orchestrated a mondo-spam in honor of your shiny. Iffin you wants fic or music or more sweets, just gimme a ping and I'll be at your service, darling.

*SMOOOCH* ♥
unamaga: (we love each other)
Kate, honey, I know I missed your birthday, but since I run perpetually late, this is ALMOST ON TIME. Right? Sort of? Anyway, it's here, it's a mix of sorts, and it will hopefully make you choke on laughter: Jensen and Jared do it to Disney Songs. Yeah, you heard me right.



The full-sized cover and mix, with drabble bonus! Put yer perv goggles on! )
unamaga: (hold me fast against the coming storm)
  • [livejournal.com profile] immoralilly has a poll up here that you all need to participate in. The two of us have somehow gotten this crazy idea into our heads that we need to do a fairy tale fic challenge, and we're canvassing for interest. IMPORTANTCAKES? I think so. Also, some loving recs. )

  • It is now a huge part of my personal cannon that Sam loves Talking Heads. Think about it - it makes SENSE, guys. Really! As much as we rag on Sam about being a huge girl, he is in actuality a dude, ALAS. And Talking Heads are cool, so there. Albums for download:

    More Songs About Buildings and Food
    Sand in the Vaseline (Discs 1 & 2)

  • I'm running a little late, but it's [livejournal.com profile] arabella_hope's birthday!! I don't have a full-on fic for you, honey, but I hope this is at least semi-okay. *smooches*


Title: Days Go By
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 700 words
Notes: For the always fabulous [livejournal.com profile] arabella_hope on her day! HUGE HUGS to ms. wife-who-is-on-my-shoulder for her beta. Spoilers for AHBL, and not meant to be anything other than shameless self-indulgence. This is not a sad fic. You have been warned.

June and July go by in a blur of sunshine, Dean’s left arm turning brown from hanging out the driver’s side window, freckles spreading over the bridge of his nose. )
unamaga: (show your world to me)
It's May 10th. Do you know what that means? That means that there are TWO - not one, but TWO - super awesome people having a birthday today. And they both have D's in their names. How fab is that? SO.

Debbie o' my heart, your birthday present will be presented to you when we see each other during the summer. It will probably involve ducks and sparkly things. Hopefully I will not break it like I did your Christmas present. And if I can get a little sappy on you here: you're one of the best things to ever happen to me. I wouldn't be the person I am today without you, and even though URI didn't work out, I'm so glad I went. You're beautiful, inside and out; never change, my Minnie, I love you. Happy twentieth!

Ditte! I think our time zones are conspiring against us, but many Happy Birthdays to you, you mad DANCING MACHINE you. I would bake you a cake, darling, but I have no strangely opalescent icing to write your name with. Instead? I give you this, which is definitely not safe for work or other places where you might have someone peeking over your shoulder.

Yeah, okay, I'm snickering like a twelve year old. Shhh. ANYWAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!



In other news, vacuuming is so hazardous to your health. I conked myself on the head five times in fifteen minutes with that fucking thing, and I think I might have a bump forming. A bump on my head. From vacuuming. What the hell. Also now I cannot find the plug. Is it possible to vacuum the vacuum's plug?

This is why I never clean my bedroom. Feel the love, Robin.

[Poll #982488]
unamaga: (spring is here!)
Happy (LATE) Birthday, [livejournal.com profile] clex_monkie89 and [livejournal.com profile] morgaine22!!! I am stinky and didn't prepare properly, but feel free to prompt me or keep this favor under your belt to throw at me later! *affectionate smishes*

Speaking of my stinkiness, how are you all? I have been a dreadful flister recently.Tell me your woes and joys! Catch me up on your doings! Look, I even have brownies for you to eat while you talk. :D

unamaga: (*is shy* d'aww)
Title: Somethin' in the Water
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: hard R
Wordcount: 2,051
Notes: For [livejournal.com profile] kashmir1's birthday - LATE. I'm so sorry, honey! I hope this sort of makes up for my lameness, even though it is not an epic. Also, huge smooches to [livejournal.com profile] immoralilly, who is awesome, and [livejournal.com profile] schneestern, who made me get to the boytouching and actually wrote, like, three paragraphs in the middle somewhere. If you come across a part that sounds better than the rest? Hers. ♥

Jensen comes back from hiatus a changed man. His skin is two shades darker than before, his hair short and styled into a fishtail, and his eyes – man, they’re like twin pools of...grass, or something. Jared isn’t really good at metaphors. )
unamaga: (omgyay)
I knew I had someone else on my flist with a birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, [livejournal.com profile] shibbyfangirl! I hope it was a good day, filled with tons of chocolate and cake and pretty boy flesh. You certainly deserve it, sweetie! *big hug*


And, quickly, because it's my journal and I'll rec if I want to, rec if I want to, rec if I want to:

-Push by [livejournal.com profile] schneestern (Jensen/Jared, NC-17)
Written for meeee, all for me. Toppy, Manipulative!Jared. Sort of Confused but Still Turned On!Jensen. I have the best flist ever - aren't you all jealous?

Oh, and speaking of recs. Has someone been reccing "Highway to Hell"? Because some people just popped over and reviewed! I'm curious, and I kind of also want to thank the person who recced me with flailing and kisses. Anyone know?

ETA: AHHHH OMG WATCH THIS NOW!!!! *FLAILS*

ahhgg commenntt baacklogggg :O
unamaga: (adorkable zomg)
Happy Early Birthday, [livejournal.com profile] inderpal!!
You're the sweetest thing since pixie stix, and I
adore you. Hope your 18th is a great one, darling!

Present for You!! )
unamaga: (gold like the sunrise)
Happy Birthday, Prue!!!

I know you're not exactly interested in Supernatural, but it's your birthday and I wanted to write you something. So, even though I'm a little rusty, I give you a ficlet about Mssrs. Moony, Padfoot, Prongs, and Wormtail being very silly and boyish. I hope you like it and that you have a fabulous day, hon. ♥

The One With The Wrapping Paper
PG | ~700 words | Gen


“I’m blind. You’ve made me blind, I can’t see anything, my eyes are gone,” Remus says, stepping into the common room. )

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