unamaga: (zomg!)
Via [livejournal.com profile] chopchica, I bring you the most amazing commercial ever created. Seriously not work safe, but only because you will be CRYING WITH LAUGHTER and possibly shrieking "OH MY GOD OH MY GODDDDD!!" a lot. I nearly hyperventilated it was so amazing, and then I watched it again and - just watch it:

*buries face in tissues and laughs FOREVER*
unamaga: (*SQUEH*)


unamaga: (late bloomer)
One: my back has finally stopped trying to remove itself from my body, and I can actually stand without pain! Amazing! \o/

Two: I'm gonna have a [livejournal.com profile] kashmir1 next weekend, and we were thinking of having a group lunch/dinner on either Friday or Saturday. Flisters from NYC who want to join in our food-related shenanigans, sound off! We haven't really discussed where we'd go yet or, you know, anything else about this venture, but we can figure all of that technical stuff out once we know how many people are planning on showing up and hugging us. (The hugging is required, you see.)

Three: bonus! If you show up and I still have not finished the story I'm currently attempting to work on, you can personally smack me.
unamaga: (oh john)
I was planning on spending a few days mostly cut off from the internet, but while searching for stock and JFlan photos to work on my artword entry, I came across this one by tor0908 on flickr and, dudes. You seriously need to see this. I haven't been able to physically make myself look away for over half an hour.

From Pegasus One )
unamaga: (naughty fangirl no biscuit)
Um, so, Shore Leave was pretty much amazing? Like you guys are surprised. I don't think I even have it in me to make a full report, because the entire thing was one big blur of me hugging everyone who asked for it and some people who didn't seem to want me near them at all or, you know, have any clue who I was, and then seeing David Hewlett fondle a guitar and having Kate Hewlett talk directly to us about her purse and Jewel Staite nearly brushing me with her bare legs that are long and gorgeous and fa;jgalkmgawfl and, okay, I'm breathing. Right. Yes.

I totally had a panic attack like that right before stepping into the room for a picture with David and having to touch him. NO HARDSHIP of course because he is even more fit in real life than I'd ever imagined and he smells like warm sheets, but I look somewhat like I've stuck my finger in an outlet, and he looks somewhat like he's not had a cup of coffee for three days.

Anyway, I met a bunch of amazing fangirls and bounced all around them like a hyperactive puppy for most of the weekend. [livejournal.com profile] exsequar, [livejournal.com profile] kashmir1, [livejournal.com profile] amberlynne, [livejournal.com profile] hebrew_hernia , [livejournal.com profile] tty63 and I shared a room - which, well, not much sleep occurred, what with the giggling and the episode watching - and it was fabulous. And on TOP of that, I had: [livejournal.com profile] ladycat777, [livejournal.com profile] darsynia, [livejournal.com profile] stillanne, [livejournal.com profile] grammarwoman, [livejournal.com profile] wolfshark, [livejournal.com profile] kimberweemee and [livejournal.com profile] kimberlyrdf (briefly because I was distracted by the Hew's...Hewlishiousness), [livejournal.com profile] emyrys, [livejournal.com profile] sam_gamgee (I'm so sorry for dragging Anne away like that, it was totally rude! I didn't realize you two were conversing and eeeek), and probably a bunch more that I'm forgetting because I suck or because I never asked your lj names. Please yell at me if you were there!

There were a few faces I thought I might have recognized, but my eyesight is notoriously horrible and badges are tiny, so I couldn't get up the guts to go say, "HI, ARE YOU ON MY FLIST! :D?" in a timely manner. But if you thought a girl in a red dress/colorful skirt might have looked at you and been a total ass about not saying something? It's because I'm a wimp, not because I don't love you. Wimp wimp wimp.

Cut for slight meanderings and a photo )

I'm sure we all said wonderful and stupid things that I'm forgetting, and I'm equally sure some of the things that came out of my mouth this weekend fell gracelessly and with much sound into the second category, but I can't think of them right now. So! I'm going to go steal some more of [livejournal.com profile] hebrew_hernia's gorgeous pics (which she will hopefully post [except, um, not the ones that feature my boobs]) and make icons out of them while I attempt fruitlessly to catch up on my flist. If you have an anecdote to share, pleeeaasse dooo. I want to hear!

...omg david hewlett. *squeak*
unamaga: (kiss me)
  • I went to a concert last night! My voice is all but gone! I have no idea how this happened, but I suspect the "Back in the USSR" cover had something to do with it. Oh, and [livejournal.com profile] pentapus being far too awesome for my health. ([livejournal.com profile] summertea was also, as usual, absolutely darling, and took being bopped on the head by balloons throughout the show with grace and aplomb. ♥) My only beef with the place besides the fact that my ears still ache a little? FOUR DOLLARS for a bottle of water. What. What.

  • What've you all been up to the past few days? I've been a horrible friend and haven't checked my flist much since Friday. I blame Constable Benton Fraser and his attractive cohort! I watched seasons three and four in something like thirty six hours and oh god, you guys.  [livejournal.com profile] villainny and [livejournal.com profile] chopchica warned me, but I had no idea what I was getting into. I mean, just look at them. ) I cannot even deal with how dorky and adorable and achy and in LOVE they are. And then, fjagoiajgm, ficccc. I've torn through everything by lamardeuse, resonant, cesperanza, china_shop, isiscolo, and shrift, and more names that I know just keep popping up! *flaps delightedly* Any of you who've seen this show and read fic in its fandom, do you have a favorite story you'd recommend? I have a three hour trip with no internet both ways and the fics I'm writing are almost done. Halp!

  • Last one, I promise: Shore Leave in, like, A DAY. Some of you will have no choice about meeting me and letting me hug you. Everyone else, I think I'll post my cell phone number tomorrow morning before I leave under flock and filter (tell me if you want in) in case anyone wants to get in touch with me. If you'd rather just surprise glomp me, there are a few events on the schedule I'm pretty sure I'm going to attend - nothing's really set in stone yet except for the Hewlett Panels and autograph sessions (well, and the fact that I'll be hanging off [livejournal.com profile] kashmir1's arm for most of the duration), but you should be able to find me easily enough; I think my name tag says Mel on it. If all else fails, look for the girl with the ridiculous donkey laugh who can't keep her hands to herself. Schedule! )
unamaga: (john sheppard)
Um, so, this latest bit of lunacy has a story behind it, I promise. See, I grabbed [livejournal.com profile] unaccompanied_g for artword this month, and we were emailing back and forth with story/art links - all very innocent - and then suddenly John was wearing lederhosen in my inbox and I was sputtering iced tea all over myself. Obviously I had to fight back. And 'fighting back' in my book apparently means giving Rodney braids. Officially, we blame too much sugar and not enough sleep, but unofficially - yeah, I'm not sure either.

[livejournal.com profile] unaccompanied_g: Oh my god. Oh my GOD. IT'S BEAUTIFUL. *TEAR* (...He looks so WISTFUL.)
[livejournal.com profile] unamaga: HE WANTS TO KNOW WHERE HIS LITTLE JAUNTY CAP IS.
[livejournal.com profile] unaccompanied_g: HE IS SO SAD WITHOUT IT.
[livejournal.com profile] unamaga: ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, HIS BOOBS LOOK AWESOME.

The product of our five o'clock in the morning love. You have been warned. )
I woke up this afternoon, ready to stumble through my exercises and maybe have some gnocchi for lunch (thus negating the exercises completely), and found something in my mailbox that I really wasn't expecting. AKA Jason Momoa without his shirt on. )


May. 27th, 2008 06:24 pm
unamaga: (bratypus)
Hahahaha, holy shit, who put a secret about me on f!s? I was just happily lollerskating through all the crazy and then suddenly a lamp shade is attacking my head and I'm scrambling not to fall out of my chair. Dude! 'Fess up! :OOOO

hey woah

Jan. 26th, 2008 08:32 pm
unamaga: (come up and see me)
$19,000? Are you serious? That could put me through college and then some. Holy crap, fandom, way to freaking own. Give yourselves a pat on the back or maybe an orgasm or something, wow. Plus. Dude, [livejournal.com profile] mklutz, you were ruthless. I kept thinking, "Oh, no way, she's not gonna -" and then you did. I'm totally impressed. Also baffled as to why you want me at all, but! I'm yours! Do with me as you please!


Jan. 5th, 2008 05:27 pm
unamaga: (can you hear me major tom?)
SO. Sitting in Heathrow Airport for three hours is totally my idea of a good time. Really. I mean it.

You should entertain me, flist, OR ELSE I WILL GO MAD. Talk to me about SGA and the epic, epic love John and Rodney have for each other, or that funny little tiara you bought for yourself last week, or even the way your dog threw up this morning. PLEASE. Dogs throwing up is DAMN GOOD ENTERTAINMENT.

*sullenly eats chocolate*


Aug. 30th, 2007 07:46 pm
unamaga: (*FLAIL OMG*)
YOU GUYS. You can't leave! *scary piano music* That's the whole point! The gates closed behind you when you came in! Sigh.

Anywho, I'm getting a new pair of sneakers tomorrow because I own, um, none at all. What's good in that whole - department thing? I'm notoriously bad at shoe shopping, and the advice would probably save my poor, hapless grandmother hours and hours of me agonizing over a two dollar difference between a pair of New Balance and a pair of Sketchers.

ps, OMG there was a queen bee in our classroom today. Someone said it had to have been a carpenter bee because it was so frighteningly huge (we're talking the size of my ENTIRE THUMB from base to tip, no exaggerations) but what really made me scramble out of my exciting seat directly underneath it was the fact that it kept curling its posterior like it was REALLY MAD. Ahhhhhhh! Beeeess!!
unamaga: (sam thinks you need a kiss)
So I sort of have the best wife ever. AKA ROBIN READ MY FIC CAT SCRATCH FEVER IN A VOICE POST. GO LISTEN. She is amazing. I think I might hump her wrist.
unamaga: (jesus motherfuckin christ - tummy!)
[Cupcake Man] Gen; Sam, Dean
Written for [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] 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. )
unamaga: (wowsa)

*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 )
unamaga: (wowsa)
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.

unamaga: (hip bones of joy)
*fluttery* Bria is totally porning Sam/Me/Dean at me in IM. I...have the best friends ever. Oh my god.

And they're looking at eachother over your head, and you can't see much but something must have happend, cause the next thing you know Sam's lying down and Dean's pushing you back to straddle his lap.

"Wanna ride him, honey?" he whispers into your ear, biting at the lobe. "Fuck my brother for me, baby. Wanna see you."

I, uh. I'm gonna be over - over there. Somewhere. For a while. WITH MY HAND.
unamaga: (omgyay)
GUYS, oh my god, guys! The assassin fic is up, awfjohiawfcbjiamwfvni. THIS IS ME FREAKING OUT. Possibly I will edit this later to make it, like, coherent or something, but, ok, if you don't already know what the assassin fic is, you fail - go read it right the hell now:

On Your Mark by [livejournal.com profile] veronamay [Jared/Jensen] NC-17 overall


Jan. 26th, 2007 10:24 pm
unamaga: (excuse me HOLY CRAP)
Ok, Kim just showed me this picture and you guys are falling down on the job. Where is this promo? Have any of you seen it? Can we get BETTER CAPS? I know it's from when they were still on the WB, so it has to be out there somewhere. Come on, guys! I'll - I'll. I'LL MAKE OUT WITH YOU. GROPING? FULL ON SEX?

Zomg! )

Jared is crouched like he is about to knock Jensen over from behind, and Jensen looks so hot I can't even work the italics button anymore. God, people, where is this promo!?!!

ETA: [livejournal.com profile] dev_earl was fantabulous enough to upload it! link in the comments if you want it!
unamaga: (adorkable zomg)
Someone please hold me. This interview is absolutely PRICELESS, like. BUTT GRABBING!!

The Highlights )


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