unamaga | Entries tagged with robin

First of all, Happy Happy Birthday to my braintwin, the gorgeous

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.

Current Mood: giggly

Ahah! Mel has foolishly left her laptop in my hands for a moment, and now her account is MINE!

Thus, today is international 'Worship

immoralily As A Goddess' day, glory be.

Now dance for me in a pleasing way, and remember to be nice to each other and write porn.

Current Mood: LEET

I am in England! In

immoralilly's bed! You're so jealous.

Flight wasn't that horrible, although I was bored out of my mind for half the way. It's very, very hard to listen to erotic podfics when you are hemmed in by stodgy old folks and hacking children. Who'd have thought? British Airways is pimping, though, for serious. They have a movie library in the little screen on the back of the seat in front of you. They had Aladdin for god's sake! I watched Stardust for the first stretch and it was glorious, absolutely and completely awesome. I already had a thing for Claire Danes, but now - yeah. Woah.

Also, we went and saw Enchanted at the local theater tonight and it was equally incredible. Robin's downloaded the entire soundtrack, and the two of us keep randomly bursting out with things like, "AND WHEN HE SANG!" or, "THE LITTLE GIRL'S FACE OH MY GOD!" or, "VERMIN!" The last probably won't make much sense unless you've seen it, but dear flist, it is well worth seeing. You should seriously consider going out right now.

You know what else you need to see right now? The Kung-Fu sex scene

immoralilly showed me from

weepingcock. I laughed so hard I started choking, it is that horrifyingly awesome. Aaaahahaha. Oh, internets, never change. ♥

Current Mood: happy
Current Music: grunting

Title: Girls Want to be With the Girls
Authors:

immoralilly and

unamaga
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 3,334 words
Beta duties: Thanks be to

schneestern, who told us to do more dirty talk and poked us when we got stuck. Kitten, you're the kicks!
Notes: A long, long time ago, I can still remember,

dea_liberty asked me to write her some genderswap. I got through the first five hundred words and promptly forgot about it. Then, Dea was awesome and wrote Robin and I something excruciatingly hot; we vowed that day to finish this fic for her if it killed us. It's been almost five months, and often Robin and I have exclaimed, "It can't be done! Why can't it be done! It's so little!" and thrown our hands up in despair, but here we are: alive, with three thousand words of incestuous femmeslash fic and a nifty fanmix (note: download fanmix first for optimum performance) to show for it, dedicated entirely to one miss

dea_liberty. We hope you like it, sweetie, and you should know that we absolutely adore you. <3

( They’re sitting in the middle of a crowded diner, talking about carrots, when Sam suddenly sprouts boobs and claps his hands over his crotch in terror. “Oh my god, my dick just shrunk,” he says, voice cracking. )

Current Mood: odd
Current Music: The Magnetic Fields - Underwear

Any of you who are also friends with

immoralilly know that she's just left today on a plane back to England. I'm kinda huddling in my room for right now, wearing three shirts, drinking iced tea by the gallon, and trying not to be a sad lump because I can't get to sleep. SO! Things that are making/have made today suck a little less:

talilov sent me a ridiculously fabulous package with a huge bar of Dove chocolate in it (which I ascertained did not contain actual doves when I happily consumed the entire thing), a pimped out toy car (FLAMES! On the hood!), and a green balloon (I have managed to injure myself with it twice already, please do not ask how, it is very embarrassing and I will not tell you).
Veer.com sent me a pamphlet which included a slip of paper: "THE WORLD'S FIRST-EVER BIGGEST, SCARIEST, MOST GLOW-IN-THE-DARK* COLORING CONTEST EVER!" with a small footnote at the bottom: "Contest does not glow in the dark." Hahahah, veer. You kidder.
Re-reading Cartographer's Craft by copperbadge. I remember reading this while it was a WIP, refreshing my flist every night just in case he put a chapter up, and it's as enthralling now as it was then - especially after reading the seventh Harry Potter book. All of the things he got right, all of the incredible conclusions, the intricate mythology he wove when he wrote this? Wow. Even the Remus/Tonks mini-plot (something which can usually shake me right out of a fic) fits so well in this story that I can easily jump right over it without bitterness. I really enjoyed most of the seventh book; except for the slightly trite epilogue, it was tightly written, and any plot holes or lulls were easily glossed over by the sheer power of a lot of the story. However, even with that in mind, this fic has so much in it I would have loved JK to take instead.
I had a full night out with my mother and we never once sniped at each other! I think she sort of got that I was sad, and she kept turning the conversation to things she knows get me involved in the conversation. We actually talked politics over our mashed potatoes. The world no longer makes sense.

What's making you happy and shiny today? *opens arms for a hug*

Current Music: The Mamas & The Papas - My Girl

I'm not dead yet! Robin and I are sort of holed up in my room, eating pasta and drinking iced tea and being generally giddy like school girls. Also, I think I'm on...episode thirteen in SGA, and we only started watching two days ago. I'm EXCITED. And I wrote fic. *facepalm* I blame Robin in such a big way.

Title: A Little Better All the Time
Pairing: McShep
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 350 words
Notes: Once again, not my fault. They're so adorable!

( “We’re bad at this,” John concludes with a sigh, pulling away and sprawling out on his back. “Why are we bad at this?” )

Current Mood: content

Ok, my away message lies, I'm not asleep. Because guess what - this bed is way to big and I'm being a giant fucking sap. Also, I put too much lemon juice in my ice water and now I think my face is stuck in a PERMANENT PUCKER, which is totally not productive to sleepy time activities.

So instead I'm reading through the unfinished fic

kashmir1 sent me (MWAH-HAH YOU ARE ALL JEALOUS I KNOW) and watching Sex and the City. The first thing? Is fabulous. The second thing? Ahhhg, did people really think Sarah Jessica Parker's fashion sense was, um, good? Because. PURSE. BLACK TASSELS TO THE GROUND. My soul is bruised, just like my heart.

Side note: women with perfect glossy hair make me weep. Y'all who've seen my hair know why. D:

Anyway, I'm heading down south tomorrow for my friend's graduation, and I think I might hyperventilate. HE'S ALL GROWED UP and he's SECOND IN HIS CLASS. D'awww, I'm gonna hit him a lot when I see him. ♥ Hopefully he has wireless this time, but if he doesn't I'll still be commandeering his main computer to check in with you dudes periodically. I have missed you all like LIMBS. ARMS. NOSES.

All of which is to say: Hi!

Current Mood: groggy

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 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

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. )

Current Mood: lazy

THERE IS A ROBIN IN BED WITH ME, AREN'T YOU ALL JEALOUS?

We should be asleep because we are waking up in...seven hours and spending the entirety of tomorrow SQUEALING with JOY and GLOMPING EACH OTHER. Or at least I will be glomping Robin. Hopefully her glomping mojo hasn't been thrown off by the fact that we tried smishing and injured ourselves on the headboard. AND ALSO we will be glomping

exsequar WHO IS SO CUTE and I hope that she doesn't mind being twirled around and around in CIRCLES UNTIL HER LEGS FLY OUT FROM UNDER HER. \o/

Plus the finale, which will probably drain each and every bit of water in my body out THROUGH MY EYES. What are you guys thinking is gonna happen? *grabby hands* SPECULATE AT ME, BABY. But, uh, no spoilers, I'M PURE.

THERE IS SO MUCH CAPSLOCK IN THIS ENTRY.

Current Mood: ditzy
Current Music: ROBIN.

AH, today is definitely a better day than yesterday. BOY LOVE, RENEWAL, AND A HUGE PIXIE STICK FOR JARED. Also, I think I dreamed about Robin tickling me until I admitted my hair was brown. Hahahah, what the hell!

C'mere, you guys, I wanna smish ya. ♥

Current Mood: loving
Current Music: Queen - You're My Best Friend

So, my darling

immoralilly is on her way to me RIGHT NOW! She's in Dallas and hoping to be up here by the 16th. Oh, there are plans. A trip to Niagara Falls, for one - WHICH MEANS CANADA - and some running around the city, looking at all the pretty, shiny, bookish stuff.

Plus! If we can convince

freekish_geek, we might be going to the Upfronts on the 17th and then holding each other through the SPN finale! Who else is trekking up for the event? Because, yeah, I'm shy as anything in person, but if I can hide behind Robin occasionally while she strokes my hair and murmurs soothing things about pretty boys, I think I'll be okay to meet people.

Anyone? Anyone at all? Bueller?

That movie was on today, by the way, and I haven't wanted to twist and shout this much in a long while. SHAKE IT UP BABY NOW! DO IT! No, seriously, I want to see you shake it up. Here, have the song. I'll wait.

Current Mood: giddy
Current Music: The Beatles - Twist and Shout

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.

Current Mood: AMAZED

Hey! So, who here lives in the north east? Because Robin is coming to visit at the end of May, beginning of June - ish - and we were thinking that since WinCon got MOVED, maybe a small group of people would like to hang out in or around NYC for a day or two one weekend? Nothing too formal, no panels or anything - just dinner, wandering around and having fun. That sort of thing!

[Poll #961195]

The Snugglefest was a blast, guys. Way to snuggle! You are truly troopers. \o/ It was just what I needed, especially since it seems I might be coming down with slight food poisoning again. I have no idea what could have done it, but you know that feeling you get - that hard lump right in the pit of your stomach? Yup, it's gonna be another one of those months, man. But this time it's not gonna get to me. You wanna know why? Because I have a secret weapon. And that secret weapon's name is: ( EASTER RAPTOR! )

Current Mood: gluck.

No one but me will care, but: OMG I JUST HAD A ROBIN ON THE PHONE! AND I WILL HAVE HER IN MY HOUSE OVER THE SUMMER!!! That is so surreal, even to type. And I don't think I sounded like a complete loser!! I am so excited I may explode or throw pasta everywhere!

\o/

Current Mood: speechless from GLEE

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

Title: Like a Fish On a Hook
Authors:

immoralilly and

unamaga
Rating: R
Wordcount: 1,697 words
Disclaimer: Darn you, Kripke. Darn you to heck.
Notes: Sam and gravity have a fight. Dean is so hot girls spontaneously drop test tubes. This is how it starts, folks. Part of the Life Lessons AU. Um, chronologically the first. Timelines, what? ps, i love robin.

( 'You seem all right,' Mr. Winchester says finally, and his voice is so distracting Sam can't even concentrate properly on watching his lips move. )

Robin told me to, and I can't really say no to her, because she is so prettie.

Get your own valentinr

ETA: Today is Sunday. And this is Sunday's theme song: Je Ne Veux Pas Travailler, which pretty much means "I Don't Want to Work" (for all those out there who suck at languages as badly as I do). Yup. Happy Sunday!

And, ok, a while ago, Kate asked me to write some drunk!Sam. I started to, and then I realized I had never actually been properly drunk, and everything sort of screeched to a halt. So, here's what popped out before my stupidity caught up with me.

Dean – Dean’s freaking awesome, man. He, like, he can do this thing with his eyes where they get all squinty and suspicious and, yeah. Sam has to stop there to giggle, because suspicious is such an awesome word when you think about it. Who’d ever think c would make that kind of sound, right?

“Dude, you’re trashed,” Dean says.

“Hahaha, I said that out loud!” Sam says, because that’s just the funniest thing ever, that he was talking and he didn’t mean to. He thinks of his lips flapping like bird wings, and then his imaginary mouth suddenly has feathers and that’s funny too. “I have feathers on my mouth, Dean!”

Dean looks at him blankly. “How are we related?”

“Well, see, when a mommie and daddie love each other ver – uh – very much,” Sam starts seriously. A waitress walks by with a large tray of drinks, and one of them is electric blue. Sam bets that tastes really, really good. He wants one.

He calls the waitress over with a loud holler and wonders why Dean's head makes that weird sound when it thunks down on the table. Is his head hollow? Like a chocolate bunny?

Curse you, Robin!

RULES: Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird habits/things/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs.

( I am a nutty cookie. )
So, I tag you, you, you, you, and you. Yeah, you know who you are. This is my stern face - DO EET. Now I go to catch up on comments, because I am horrible.

Current Mood: dizzy

Earlier this morning I was being a silly, nostalgic thing and went trolling through my 'Robin' tag. I found our first comment thread again, and OH the squealing sounds I made - we were so cute and in love! And the passion hasn't gone yet! Oh, my braintwin, I adore you in truly illegal ways, and I hope your birthday in London is fantastic. THAT BOY HAD BETTER KISS YOU OR I WILL DO IT FOR HIM, all I'm saying.

( And here's the part where I get sappy and present Robin with a - thing. )

Current Mood: celebratory!
Current Music: Blue Oyster Cult - (Don't Fear) The Reaper

*swirls toe through dirt* Maybe I've been surfing around the Torchwood fandom. And maybe I also know a certain little birdy that has been pining for some Jack/Ianto. So, I give you a links list - not all slash, dearies - including a few really fantastic icon posts, some communities, a couple of amusing bits and bobs, and lots of Torchwood lovin'.

( Of course, bananas are far more interesting. )
I'll probably end up sticking this in my memories and updating it with recs, new communities, and things as they come around. I have a feeling Torchwood fandom is sort of going to go boom after the season finale, so here's hoping!

ps, is there a striking resemblance between these two? am i going crazy?

Current Mood: tired

this might be the place

i could get used to this lifestyle

Robinses and Polls!

l33t haxx0ring

here be boobs

FIC: Girls Want to be With the Girls (NC-17)

talkin' 'bout my girl

FIC: A Little Better All the Time (SGA)

don't stand so, don't stand

FIC: Days Go By (PG-13)

fj;ajognaw;foawj;oajg MEEF

ooo you make me liiivee now HONEY

twisty little girl

AhhhhhhH!!!

raptors ftw, the end. (aka, hi debbie hi!)

FLAILY

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

Fic: Like a Fish On a Hook (R)

now i want chocolate

oh bollocks.

Maaadeee for me, you were maaaaddeee for meee

aaaand i'm spent

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