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indysaur (Jensen/Jared, PG-13) ~11,104 words
There isn't anything I can really say about this except: read it. Read it, you will not be sorry, because it's clever and sharp and beautifully written, with a slow-building relationship between the boys that just aches it's so perfectly done. Indysaur has a way of writing them that gets across how well they fit together, how mutual their relationship actually is, without letting either one of them overshadow the other.

Current Mood: enthralled

Guys. You're making me worry and fret like a grandma again. Hasn't June already hit its quota of horridness? Isn't it time for some summerific awesomesaucity? I don't even know what to DO to make you all feel better, except, yanno, maybe post a ficlet about pie and Jared's ass? Would that help?

Title: With a Heart in the Middle
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: hard R
Wordcount: 422 words
Notes: Tiny ficlet written for the lovely ms.

kashmir1 in an effort to cheer her up, and completely lacking in anything resembling plot. Seriously. It's all just pie and Jared's ass. And the title? Yeah, I went there.

( It’s not Jensen’s fault. He’s just minding his own goddamn business when Jared comes up to him in the vegetable aisle with a pie in each hand and says, “Cherry or Apple?” )

Have all of you seen this interview with Jensen and Jared, where Jensen does what he and Jared like to call the "Labored Inhale" face? HAVE YOU? Because, I. Where are the icons? Can someone make icons? THE LABORED INHALE FACE. And then the one he makes afterwards! OH JENSEN. And, and, Jared talks about someone grabbing his ass! This is SO OLD, I am very out of the loop on interviews, but. BOYS.
Some thinky-ness: are you more likely to find people you already know attractive, or complete strangers? I know, personally, that I have a horrible history of finding people I'm already friends with attractive and then being too close to them to actually do anything about it. I can't for the life of me understand casual sex, because it's just not how I work. Uh. Discuss?
I just yesterday found a folder of music in My Documents that I hadn't even realized was there, and now I'm at that beautiful stage where you listen to the playlist on iTunes over and over until you know all the words. So, I've scoured the intrawebs to look for where I got it, and I found the link: Fear No Darkness Promised Child. If you don't already have every mix bittersweet_art's done, you are not a whole human being and you should probably get right on that. Look at those gorgeous graphics! Listen to those fabulous songs! Boogie on down!
Who can actually wear a thumb ring and have it be comfortable? Like, show of hands? My sister bought me a Celtic knot ring and I have it on my thumb and it looks so PRETTY, but my circulation - it suffers.

sooper seekrit to s&c - itschurbutt.

Current Mood: okay
Current Music: Stina Nordenstam - The World Is Saved

So, we're heading to Niagara Falls tomorrow and I'm about ready to drop. I think I'll just bring my notebook with me and sit in the rear for a while with my back hunched over like a little back-hunching hermit. Who writes porn. Actually, though, my 'fu is pretty weak right now, which just about makes me want to cry. When was the last time I even porned? WHEN? I don't remember.

Anyway, since I'm unreasonably irritated right now, I'm gonna try some fluff. First three J2 prompts, pls?

Current Mood: irritated

Title: The One With the Couch
Pairing: pre-slash Jensen/Jared
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 1,212 words
Notes: Friends inspired subtext for the awesome

torturemysoul on her birthday! Many thanks to my gorgeous Sofie and the lovely Jules for comments and help.

( Jensen moves into a new apartment in February and, typically, it’s a huge production. There isn’t an elevator – Jensen doesn’t know what he was thinking either – and his place is on the third floor. )

Current Mood: indecisive
Current Music: the twilight zone

Remember a while ago when I deleted that story post and hid my head in the sand? Well, right now I'm too jfaowigjaw;fij to care what anyone thinks of me, so I'm gonna post it while I've got the metaphorical balls. This was written entirely for

schneestern, who is lovely and awesome and currently internetless, WOE! She prompted me with the first few lines, and gorgeous lines they are!

Warning: There is a snake in this, yo. Jensen and Jared and a snake. Like that. Please go away if that bothers you. I mean it.

Fix a Magic Spell (To Weave on You) [Adult]
Jensen/Jared AU - 1,270 words
( The room smells of spice and sand, sun peeking through the gauzy white curtains and spilling across the tiled floor. At first, Jensen doesn’t notice Jared stretched out on the lounge by the balcony, too busy with the tray he’s carrying. )

Current Mood: ballsy

Who else on my flist is moody and hormonal today? I want to not feel like I'm alone. I was listening to Dragonfly by My Brightest Diamond, and I started hysterically bawling like I haven't in ages. It's not even a particularly sad song! It just makes me a little nostalgic because I remember feeling like that, and now I'm all wibbling again. Sof - you passed it on, woman. NOT COOL.

So, yeah, I'm gonna go watch the bloopers from Season 1 and try not to cry with love for the boys. I am armed with tissues. Someone pet me? *presents head*

Current Music: My Brightest Diamond - Dragonfly

[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. )

[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. )

[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. )

[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. )

[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. )

Current Music: i'm totally catching up on comments now. yes.

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'. )

Current Mood: sore

I know, I know, TOO MUCH FIC! I blame Jules.

Title: Swings Both Ways
Authors:

schneestern &

unamaga
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Notes: I wanted to watch the Paley Festival for the billionth time, and Jules wanted me to be her porn bitch. So, this is what resulted - porn about the Paley Festival! Also, there is mention of a collar. YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT.

( The door clicks closed behind Jared and then Jensen's got him pressed up hard against it, one knee forced between his thighs, hot breath against Jared's neck. "Can't believe you tried to kiss me. In front of all those people." )

Current Mood: crazy

I've been thoroughly entrenched in the sick!verse all day, and I finally got to the latest chapter and the ending made me fjAWAWPFH IWefjAWFijwfj. So I'm begging you. Rec me fics - happy ending fics that will make me happy and not sad. Jsquared is preferable, but wincest will not be turned away.

I'm wearing a skirt! Um. Doesn't that make you want to rec me stuff? Here, I'll start.

- Never-Neverland by laguera25 (Gen, PG-13)
This is...heartbreaking. It's beautiful and tightly woven together and true and I loved every second of it, but god it hurt so deeply I'm sure I'll never read it again. "Most of life passes unremarked; but there are moments that last forever and shape those that come after them. Locked in a room with who he hopes is Sam, Dean stands watch with a gun, a bottle of Beam, and four moments."

- Pillow Talk by eighth_horizon (Sam/Dean, R)
The author describes it as a silly slash rewrite and I describe it as sheer brilliance. The boys are spot on, characterization wise, and the banter here is so perfectly perfect and lighthearted I can't even! As if that wasn't enough, halfshellvenus wrote a stellar sequel expanding on all the porny details here (Sam/Dean, NC-17).

Current Mood: kinda sad

*weak flailing*

i blame him for not being able to sleep. i have to wake up in the morning, jared. NO FAIRS. ( SOME ICONS - yes, of that )

Current Mood: hot

Title: Fangs and Feelers
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jensen/Jared - sort of.
Wordcount: 1,031 words
Warnings: Gay snake/snail porn. UM CRACK.
Notes: First of all, this is not my fault. I know I say that all the time, but this time it's completely true. I wasn't even involved in the conversation that spurned this. Read it here if you don't believe me. It was all

immoralilly and

schneestern, honest to God. But, see, then they had to go and show me the log and, well, it ate my brain. Along with Schnee's. She even made a banner. So, uh, this is an AU. This is an AU in which Jensen is a snail and Jared is a snake. They have sex. I...understand if you defriend me over this. Really, I do. Beta duties by Schnee in the early stages, final look-over by Robin. THIS IS NOT MY FAULT.

( The plane's bathroom isn't the most sanitary place for a clandestine meeting, but Jensen's a snail and Jared used to live under a car. Plus, there's a lock. Jensen may leave a trail of sludge behind him where ever he goes, but he's still polite. )

Current Mood: insane

Title: Cricket Song
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 755 words
Notes: A sort of companion piece to I Am Trying to Make You Sing, which was written a while back for the lyric ficathon. Not entirely necessary to have read that, but it gives this a little more meaning. Lickity split quick beta by

immoralilly, who is so awesome she battles gargoyles, stained glass, and the color purple with me.

( “Lightning bugs?” he asks, turning his head. His nose bumps Jared’s cheek awkwardly, but he doesn’t mind and Jared doesn’t seem to either. )

Current Mood: drained

Title: Russian Army Rollin' in My Head
Pairing: Jensen/Jared, light
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I had a cookie for breakfast.
Wordcount: 1,440 words
Warnings: Kind of cracky. Please do not read if carrots offend you.
Notes: For everyone who had a shitty time of it yesterday - Jensen knows your pain, dudes. This one's for you.

( “Can’t we at least stop for something at Dunkin Donuts?” Jensen asks plaintively, putting his hand on the window as they pass the vision of orange and pink. “A coolata? A croissant? My head hurts?” )

Current Mood: amused

Ok, so remember that INCENDIARY photo of Jared I just put up? The one with the (ETA: POSSIBLE, oy) eyeliner? Well, I realized I had a BIGGER VERSION. Take care to put on your flame-retardant panties.

( *GIBBERS* )

I am so sorry I'm taking so long to get back to everyone on the last post! Today is one huge brain fart. I feel kind of like a lazy bum with an IQ of ten who had too much to drink the night before and then overdosed on Advil. And I'm wearing a turtle neck, ugh. That's just...it's not cool. Speaking of Helluary, how's that going for everyone? Gotten your packages yet? Had an elephant suddenly trample over your head in the middle of a shower? I know, I hate it when that happens. Freaking month. Freaking elephants.

Oh, and also? Jensen and Jared need to - they need to stop killing us all. The number of spontaneous explosions and deaths I've seen all over my flist these past few days is almost frightening. And they just keep on going, the heartless bastards. ( For Example. )

ps, ZOMG i've been married for a whole month!! fjaogijaf;p2o3i!!!1

Current Mood: dumb
Current Music: Elvis Presley - Fever

Ok, this is just me making a point to TALI WHO DOESN'T LIKE JARED and says he has thin lips. Even though she won't read this, and wouldn't care if she did. Anyway, proof that Jared's mouth is gorgeous:

( RIGHT HERE )
I think I might have just drooled a little on my keyboard. You tell me that isn't a kissable mouth and I will...I don't know what I'll do, but I'll DO SOMETHING all right! Look at the bow of his lower lip, the way it's quirked up at the side like he'll start smirking any second, and they're sort of shiny 'cause he's just licked them, and jfaw408qu2rjafmkl;/jl faowfj94-ei....

brb

Current Music: my father singing six blade knife, ack

Sockpuppet Theatre!! Is anyone else here participating - aside from Robin and I? *breaks out her puppet, buffs off the dust until it shines* Everyone - Sofie, I'm looking at you especially - should come play, too!
If you haven't been over to extremefangirl's journal to see her Mighty Picspam of Awesome, please click here and treat yourself. She's, like, some sort of goddess. And there're seven parts dedicated entirely to Dean, homg!
Who here thinks Jared and Jensen are the cutest things ever ever? Show of hands? Because, oh my god, I never get tired of talking about how adorable their love is. Case in point, Robin and I having ( this conversation. )
Fic! Oh my god! I feel like I haven't posted any just-written fic in a while. This one's not huge, but I kind of have a soft spot for it, because I've actually been to this place and done this stuff. Anyway, thanks to my darling braintwin for the song selection and quick once-through, even though she had to prop her eyelids up with toothpicks.

Water and Poetry [PG] ~600
Sam, Dean - gen fluffiness

( There’s an old ice cream stand off of I-95 in Connecticut. )

Current Mood: content
Current Music: The Cardigans - Celia Inside

I had no Anney tonight! My flailings had to be done alone! Oh, Anney, I hope you're alright and that you did not miss the supreme awesome! *SMISH*

( SPN 2x14 Spoilers )

In conclusion: ROCK ON, SPN!! And, hoo boy, Jared. The Doors - The Crystal Ship for your listening pleasure.

Current Mood: squee!

this might be the place

i could get used to this lifestyle

Drive-by rec!

FIC: With a Heart in the Middle (hard R)

take it from me, the world is saved

blah blah blah

FIC: The One With the Couch (PG-13)

FIC: Fix a Magic Spell (To Weave on You) [Adult]

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FLOPSIE DUMP! BEWARE, FALLING FIC.

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

Fic: Swings Both Ways (NC-17)

oh snap

fjawojfaojf;aowhfj - more spoilers

Fic: Fangs and Feelers (NC-17)

Fic: Cricket Song (PG)

Fic: Russian Army Rollin' in My Head (PG-13)

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you gimme fev-ah

jared is a hotass: volume 4, part 87298

you don't want the sun to shine in, so you turn the curtains down

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