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I don't think I've ever had a period this bad before. It's like having a migraine in my uterus, complete with light sensitivity, nausea, dizziness, the most painful cramps I've ever been unfortunate enough to experience. Auuugh. I need a distraaaction and holiday cards just aren't cutting it (especially because I am experiencing a bout of "OHGOD THEY ARE SO PLAIN AND BORING NOT EVEN FUZZY BABY POLAR BEARS CAN SAVE THEM!" but that is neither here nor there). So! A twist on the most recent drawing meme!

The first three people to comment with a prompt will get a manip. Anything gen or John/Rodney goes.

1. for gaffsie - Scarlett O'Sheppard
2. for kashmir1 - John as Prime Minister (from Love Actually)
3. for kimberlyfdr - John/Rodney inna tub

Current Mood: grumpy
Current Music: Eisley - Just Like We Do

Sometimes Julie and I like to play around in AIM and write snippets of fic that follow a weird, convoluted, entirely self-indulgent plot line in our heads. We sat down at eight pm last night and wrote until six am this morning because it was fun and apparently that churned out over 12,000 words. With barely any sex. What. WHAT. This is why we are writing a big bang together next summer, homg. And then she showed me a wet!team promo pic - which, despite being insanely photoshopped, happily involves a thigh holster.

( Very much not of the worksafe )

Apparently I'm in a mood? As per tradition, first two prompts get ficlets. :D

Current Mood: flummoxed

Fandom is indeed a small world after all. I was going back through my fic and pretending to clean up tags when I found this delightful comment thread.

lavvyan! Apparently I was destined for SGA and thus you! Somehow I've managed to miss your pea/ketchup epic, though, which makes me sadface really hard. :C

On the topic of sadface: food poisoning, I has it. Thanks, February, for the third year running. Sigh. At least I have John's pretty biceps to keep me company.

Anyway ~~since I can't sleep~~, three prompts please?

Current Mood: ungh

Ahhhhh, my business textbook is not grammatically correct. This is so distressing to me that I must forgo reading the first two chapters and typing up my reports in favor of McShep fic. Or so

schneestern tells me.

Therefore: prompts pls!

Current Mood: guilty

I don't know how many people are actually awake right now, but I'm sort of at a loose ends and getting restless, so. Prompts? Songs, lyrics, pairings, situations, objects, etc. *looks pretty*

Current Mood: hopeful
Current Music: cat power - nude as the news

Mel: Both my parents have really good vision - my mom wears reading glasses sometimes, but that's still better than me.
Eye Doctor: [tinkling laugh] Ah, yes, well most people have better vision than you, don't they? Obviously there are the blind, but you're right up there, aren't you? Hah hah hah! Look up, darling, I must numb your eyeballs now.

Rock. \m/ So now I can't wear my contacts for a while until my eyes start, you know, feeling smaller than golf balls. I look like such a geek in these glasses, man. They're huge and they have...tortoise shell coloring. I need a cool pair of glasses with black frames or something. I could totally pull it off, right? Right? Ah, well. In other news, I have a on pair of red galoshes with white polka dots. This, I feel, is beautiful, and completely adds to my dorky image.

Dear friends, join me in my rain boot frolicking.

And also, prompt me. Don't know how many I'll get to, but leave as many as you'd like! Woo.

Current Mood: stuffed up
Current Music: regina spektor - raindrops

Why do you people even let me near AIM. Seriously. All I do is write completely shameless porn. Isn't it supposed to be for, like...communicating with people? Or something? I don't know.

( You/Rodney/John, NC-17 ~530 words )

As per tradition, first five people to leave prompts (for any of my fandoms) get commentfic!

1. continuation of above!
2. buffy au snip - "the witch"
3. tabula rasa episode coda
4. sleepy mcshep schmoop

Current Mood: optimistic
Current Music: the atomic fireballs - man with the hex

( On the subject of public sex. )

So, on that note, drabble time! You all who've been around for a bit know the drill. The rest of you: gimme a few words, a song, a pairing, whatever you want in any fandom I've written in, and I'll give you a ficlet. Go!

Current Mood: pleased

First Impressions Meme! \o/
SGA spam tomorrow, including possibly a small cracklet fic and a Rodney Fanmix which may or may not already be titled Alien Space Ship of Love.
( Random RL babbling that you probably should just happily skip right over. )
Okay, now I feel like even more of a loser, so first five people to comment get a ficlet of their choosing.

Current Mood: lonely
Current Music: Jonathan Coulton - Re: Your Brains

I got my acceptance letter from Brooklyn! I'm going back to college, baby, woot woot! I'll probably be complaining about my classes soon enough, but man it's gonna be good to have something to actually do again instead of just sitting home and rotting my brain. What should I take! Such options!
Yesterday, Jules and I were in a mood together - you know the kind where you want everything to be sort of honey-slow and dark and soft. So I sent her Black Coffee by Ella Fitzgerald and we both grooved to it for a while. Then she came up with this gorgeous, gorgeous image of Jared sitting at a piano after a long day with his suit jacket off, accompanying the song with single notes, and Jensen coming in with his tie undone and his shirt all rumpled, leaning up against the piano and Jared, whispering the words into Jared's ear. Sigh. I really like that image.
How many times do you think Dean and Sam have pulled off the interstate into an abandoned parking lot at three or four in the morning and rocked out to Bohemian Rhapsody? I bet Sam does all the high parts. Let me goooooo!
Does anyone have My Funny Valentine as sung by Chet Baker? I have it by pretty much every other person you can imagine, but I can't seem to find a download of him that doesn't require licensing. It's driving me absolutely insane, because I heard it on Last.FM and it was so lovely. Screw his trumpet playing, his voice is what's really swoon-worthy.
Who wants drabbles? Supernatural gen or slash, Real person gen or slash, Harry Potter MWPP, etc., etc. I'm alone in the house for the first time in days and ready to rumble! *cracks knuckles*

Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: Cat Power - Shaking Paper

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

I actually got a full night of sleep! I'm so proud of myself! In honor of this momentous occasion, I am extending Spam Friday into Spam Weekend, because I can. So, you know what that means? That means I'm takin' requests. Any song you want that you think I might have, any CD, or even just a random smattering of moosic - whatever you want. Also, I'll throw in a drabble if you're so inclined. Gimme a lyric, a word or two, a pairing, anything at all, and I'll work a tiny drabblet out for ya.

ps, the mandroid and broyay shirts are buyable on base price if anyone really wanted them. woo.

Current Mood: awake!

Good brothers and sisters, fold your hands and pray - bow down and thank the Lord for what he's given you. Join together with me, friends, I can't do this alone.

O gracious Lord, thank you for Dean Winchester, who, through his good looks and fine sense of humor, has saved us all. Thank you for his full, beautiful lips. Thank you for his wide, green eyes and blinding smile. Thank you for his dedication to your good work. Bless him, Lord, and keep him in your good will, for he is the son of John and Mary, the brother of Good Samuel, and our Savior in hot, incestuous fucking. Amen

Amen, brothers and sisters.

In honor of this most noteworthy occassion, friends, I am ressurecting an old meme, which, by it's very definition, is a celebration of all things Dean Winchester:

Give me a word, a phrase, a song, anything at all as a prompt. I'll write a small fic, just a few sentences long to go along with your prompt, and then we'll put them all together. Comment more than once if you want; bombard me!

Examples can be found here - now get going, my fellow Deanians.

Current Mood: blasphemous

I'm in a mood, so you all know the drill. Porn to be found at the bottom of this post, written for

vileseagulls because I loff. But first! I have a question for all of you.

Frances and I were talking; she said, "And you say I write dirty. Dude, LOOK at yourself." I was sort of amused, but mostly embarassed, because, see, I don't find the stuff that I write arousing. I know I'm kind of a kinky bitch - proud, even! - but when I read through my stuff, I twitch and suddenly want to change things all over the place.

So I was wondering, how many other authors out there don't get off on their own stuff? Is this normal? Am I weird? Don't answer that last one.

Anyway, I won't keep you. On to the porn! And first three prompts will get ficlets.

It's All About Intention [Adult] ~400
Jared/Jensen - prompt "glass doors"

( as soon as the bell hop bows himself out and the door clicks closed behind him, jared's on jensen )

Current Mood: porn-rific

( A Porny Conversation! ) Yep. I'm in that kind of mood. Poor Sofie, all she wanted to do was angst a little bit. So, anyone feel up for some prompting?

Current Mood: horny

Before I say anything else, you all should go over to Erica's fic journal,

andsparkles, and read the latest. Because, OMG. And also? O.M.G.

ETA: So, like, apparently

chickypooh and I had a fantastic conversation last night. I don't remember much of it--probably because I was on crack--but go here and read it. Then write me cliche fic since she refuses. (MEAN!)

Now, I'm closing the prompts because my fic-brain is tired, yo. You guys really delivered on the bombardingness of the prompts. SO, here are all the prompts put together. They rank in, as a whole, at just under 2,000 words, and I'm going to happily pretend they're all part of one HUGE FIC. Just because I want to, ok? Leave me my delusions.

Scraps of Paper
G to R | Gen and Various Pairings

( break me to small parts )

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: regina spektor - ode to divorce

Okay, so, at the prodding of

chickypooh, I am ressurecting this lovely little thing.

Give me a word, a phrase, a song, anything at all as a prompt. I'll write a small fic, just a few sentences long to go along with your prompt, and then we'll put them all together. Comment more than once if you want; bombard me!

Here's an example:

[Lonely]
Sometimes Jensen thinks words like love and forever in the quiet, still darkness of the morning hours, when it’s only him and Jared’s sleeping form barely an arm’s length away, none of their everyday troubles bearing down on them. He presses kisses against the beautiful curve of Jared's neck like promises and prays he's not alone in this.

Get going!

Current Music: PBS

Title: I Haven't Even Tied You Up
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Warnings: A little BDSM, but not too heavy.
Disclaimer: Not mine, blah, blah, playthings, blah, blah, cake.
Wordcount: 1,203
Notes: For

inderpal, who prompted me with Sam and handcuffs. Sorry this took forever, and that it's kind of on the short side. Dean was uncooperative. Anywho, get out your headphones, 'cause here's the song: Poe - Hey Pretty

( 'If you don't remember your word, we can't play,' Dean says. )

I know, I know, I posted like four hours ago. Whatever, you'll all deal. I'm feeling writerly, and also very much like I don't want to do my work. SO. First 8 people to comment with a prompt will get ficcage.

1, 2, 3...GO!!

Current Music: Bright Eyes - Waste Of Paint

this might be the place

i could get used to this lifestyle

fiklmf ahhhhh

mmm thigh holsters

blarghhhle

woops, there goes my work ethic

prompts!

music would not go awry

oh the power of voodoo

mm mmm good

things've been okay for me except for i'm a zombie now

bismilla noooooo!

blah blah blah

gettin' funky now!

woo, is it hot down here?

Fic: It's All About Intention (adult)

public places ftw! \o/

Fic: Scraps of Paper

blah cakes black cakes have you any blah

Fic: I Haven't Even Tied You Up (NC-17)

bored-cakes

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