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credit to chickyoops; reposted with permission
I know, I know, I just posted, BUT YOU GUYS. How are they so absolutely fabulous? I don't know how we're going to survive Shore Leave - especially if Kate wears another dress like that, homg.

chickyoops has up 90+ photos of the Hewletts being magnificent over here, including a few of David that actually made me swoon. The stubble! The eyes! The jaw line! The crotch! Ahem. In the immortal words of

darsynia:

darsy: OH GOD BASHFUL DAVID
darsy: fdksfjdslfdjsfldsjdslakdsmal
darsy: HE IS SCRATCHING HIS EAR
So, you know, be prepared for flail. Make sure you clear the area around you of all large pieces of furniture and non-fangirl entities.

And speaking of Shore Leave, which is in eleven days oh my fudge, does anyone have a...schedule or something? I haven't found anything on the website, but that might just be because I am mightily bad at focusing on one thing for more than three minutes at a time right now. I tried to shower earlier and wound up wandering around my room half-naked, having forgotten what I was doing. The excitement, it overwhelms!

ETA: wow, am I the only one who's gotten IMs from a spam sn on AIM slandering legomymalfoy?

Current Mood: excited
Current Music: Phoenix - North

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. )

Current Mood: touched

Title: Stars of Track and Field
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: R
Wordcount: 6,750 words
Notes: FINALLY. This thing is a monster. Prompt from

just_google_it: "John Sheppard / Class: Senior / Team: Youngstown St. / Men's Track and Field Summary: 05/05/07 - Campbell/Wright Open - 800m - 1:55.91", dedicated to the lovely

chickypooh on her (only, er, slightly belated!) birthday.

( Watching John run was captivating: the pump of those sturdy legs, the sweat that shined along the vulnerable back of John’s neck, the blank, blissful expression on John’s face when he built up enough speed at the end of a sprint to jump straight over a kid lying down to stretch his hamstrings. And afterwards, when John found him, still sweaty and exhilarated, a strange heat in his eyes that sent a shiver skittering down Rodney’s spine every time – Rodney couldn’t hate anything that made John look like that. )

Current Mood: so very relieved
Current Music: The Shins - Australia

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

UST is possibly the best thing ever. Don't get me wrong, I love RESOLVING - oh do I love resolving - but the part where the main characters are still sort of dancing around each other, teasing and flirting and pushing just that little bit more, then backing off all over again? Afjawofjwa;fijawGJwafij Jesus. That gets me like pretty much nothing else. Where is the flirting epic, dudes, where? I would write it, except I can't. I've tried. SOMEONE! IN MY HOUR OF NEED!

Speaking of, what's your favorite thing to read in a story? Are you a sucker for crack? 'Sam falls first' fic? One of them as a jerk? What?

Current Mood: flustered
Current Music: Regina Spektor - 2.99 Cent Blues

I am so watching Scooby Doo on Zombie Island right now. This is my favorite newer Scooby Movie - the old one being the one where Shaggy gets turned into a WEREWOLF, omg! Does anyone else remember that one? Shaggy gets the hiccups and they turn him into a werewolf so he can participate in the annual monster car race? Seriously, if you haven't seen it yet, you're missing out on something special. Even with Stupid Scrappy there - whom I loathe - I rent it from blockbuster whenever I can.

...Shut up, it's an important part of my childhood, ok.

Aww, man, it's over now. I'm bored and I can't leave my room while the man from the oil company is here, for, woe, all my clothes are in the basement and I am huddled under the covers in nothing but a pair of shorts and a bra. Not appropriate for skeevy oil men. Yeah, that is probably more than you wanted to know about me. I'm not sorry.

Oh, and we're so not talking about the new Jensen pictures here. I will explode all over again - Mel pieces in the rug? Hard to get out. Please, think of the rug! It's new! Why yes, I think I'm in a goofy mood today. I just had this conversation with Sofie:

Mel: my first CD was...uhm. mariah carey.
Sofie: HAHHAHAH! i got it on LP
Mel: I WAS YOUNG
Mel: I DIDN'T KNOW
Mel: what a ho she would become
Mel: jeeze, she is SUCH A HO these days.
Mel: it makes me :(
Sofie: HAHHAH sounded like a line from a song
Mel: I was young...I DIDN'T KNOOOWWWWwwww what a hoooooo she would become
Sofie: HAHAHHAHAHA
Mel: And I look back today...I think OHHHHHH WHAT A HOOOOOO, I didn't KNOOWWWW

Uh huh. Feel free to point and laugh at the crazy girl. But also feel free to PLAY A GAME with the crazy girl who is bored and in her bra. I don't know what kind of game, but I'm up for anything! Hangman? Ohh, we could have an insult-a-thon!

Ahem. YOU ARE A PIECE OF TOE LINT AND ALSO YOU SMELL LIKE EGGS.

Current Mood: giggly
Current Music: Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody

QUICK NEWS UPDATE:

For all of y'all on

chickypooh's flist - if you've been wondering what happened to her, she's OKAY! \o/ Her internet router has up and died on her, and a new one's just been shipped out from the company today, so she won't be getting her internet back until Monday or Tuesday. But she is okay, so woohoo!

If you know anyone that might be worried about her that isn't on my flist, spread the word for me. ♥, guys.

ps, luuk! its a COCK. \o/

Truly, I have never before watched a show where all the caps are so compromising. Supernatural is a rare gem, and Jensen's face is just priceless. ( For example! )

So this little ficlet is sort of a companion piece to an AU chickypooh and I play around in for fun. Stands completely on its own, so no worries, but I still blame Sofie. Thanks to my lurvely talilov for the speedy, fabulous beta. All things that you think suck? My fault.

Under the Waning Moon [R] ~400 words
Sam/Dean - "slow, heavy making out in the back seat"

( The air is thick and spicy, like curry powder stuck to the back of Sam’s throat, and he just can’t seem to swallow around the yellow taste of it. )

Current Mood: chipper

I KNOW I SHOULD BE WORKING ON PROMPTS AND STUFF, STFU. Anyway, I have people to blame for this, so it all works out fine, right? I blame

chickypooh because she and I were writing about vampires and it made me hot. Also, I [thoroughly] blame

vileseagulls because she said she'd like to see Meg and shapeshifter!Dean working someone over. So, it's totally not my fault at all in any way shape or form. Yes. That's my story. I'm sticking to it.

The Night Grew Tall [Adult] ~800
Sam/ss!Dean/Meg - hints of dub-con, bondage, bloodplay

( Meg's hand is in his hair, pulling until Sam has no choice but to crane his neck back and stand on his toes. )

Current Mood: sheepish

Yet another porny conversation, this time inflicted upon

vileseagulls. I still blame

chickypooh, though, indirectly, because she and I were talking about Dean fucking himself with do-it-yourself dildo replica of his own dick and that pretty much got me into this entire mood to begin with. It always comes back to Sofie, doesn't it.

( In which there is j/j porning and absolutely no capital letters )

And, ok, since last time got a little out of hand and I just don't think I have the stamina this time 'round - shut up, no jokes now - first three prompts get ficcage!

Current Mood: naughty

I love Sofie and it's her birthday, so ( she gets pictures! ) And she also gets pimping: you all should go over and look at the fab icons she made here because, ahahah!!

Title: Sleight of Hand (Magic Tricks)
Pairing: Gen
Rating: R for creep-factor
Wordcount: 2,429 words
Notes: For

chickypooh on her birthday, with many thanks to

_3amconfession for holding my hand and cheering me on. This won't make much sense without having read the first part - which can be found here - since it follows directly after. Um, also the slightest hint of het, even though it's not really het. Can I call this gen-smut? Maybe?

( It takes Dean two minutes to make the ten minute walk back to the motel. )

Current Mood: victorious

Wow, you guys are quiet. Is there some sort of festival going on around the world that I'm missing out on? What the hell. Fine, I'll just lure you all back with porn, because I'm a slut like that.

This was written because of Sofie. She is a ridiculous enabler and she kept prodding me and showing me pretty pictures, all the while whispering about Dean and Sam. I blame her for every word under this cut, so you can direct all your scorn and derision towards her. And if you don't know what the sybian is, you should probably go here before you read.

And Drive, And Drive
NC-17 | Sam/Dean | 1,023 words

( Sam has a wicked look on his face when he tilts his head back to stare up at Dean. )

Current Mood: determined

KIM IS WRITING ME SCHMOOP, OMG. I am so excited, I cannot even. She never writes schmoop! It's, like, a thing written in, like, STONE or something, and she's writing it. For me. *faints from joy* Also, that reminds me - I don't remember exactly who I'm writing fic for this holiday season. I know I have some crack-licious j-squared on the way for

iamtinkerbean, and something involving spanish and vibrators for

chickypooh, but, um...I've forgotten anything else, if I promised it. Link me to your wishlists, peoples!

Links for posterity:
Dress!Porn (Sam/Dean, R)
Build-a-Bear Fic (Sam/Dean, PG-13)
Comment!Porn (Sam/Dean, NC-17)

And, ok, this ficlet is for

starsouls1013, who said, "You cop out, you didnt do the porn!" yesterday. Sort of a take-off from a line in my hooker!Dean ficlet, Hey Pretty, and it's so completely and utterly PWP I really have no excuse. Not that that's ever really stopped me before. Er, usual warnings apply - have fun.

( “You’re insatiable, you know that?” Dean pants. )

ps, this icon makes me quiver, holy hell.

Current Mood: hopeful
Current Music: Echo and the Bunnymen - The Killing Moon

sofie got some junkmail in her inbox today from "dean". it told her that she could easily remedy her erectile disfunction by taking this certain pill - it only takes 15 minutes to start working, and you don't have to worry about any side affects! naturally, my mind went places.

keep your enemies close and your drinks closer
PG-13 | implied sam/dean | 450 words

( Sam forces himself to calm down enough to say, 'You ok there, big brother? Kind of worked up?' )

and then dean catches him and they have naughty sex for hours and hours on the forest floor because dean wants sam to know that he has stamina. "you want stamina, you little bitch? i'll show you stamina." happily ever after, the end. :D

Current Mood: dorky
Current Location: in bed

Title: Evening on the Ground (Blame Me)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jensen/OMC
Wordcount: 814
Notes: Okay, first, a special thank you to my fantastic, fabulous, lovely beta,

scarlett_o, who bravely read and corrected this even though she said it made her squirm uncomfortably. You are the bee's knees, baby. Also, a special NO thank you to

chickypooh, who made me write this for her when she uploaded Devour for me. She's evil, guys, blame her. ♥

As far as warnings go, this fic has a few of them. For one, Jensen is underage--he's 16 here, even though it's not explicitly mentioned in the story itself, and also there is a sort of dubious consent thing going on. Jensen kind of gets taken advantage of a little bit, and even though he likes it, if that's not okay with you, please don't read. I don't want to squick anyone.

( Jensen shivers despite himself, toes curling against the cold, tile floor. )

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. I have to get this off my chest ( or I'll do something drastic. ) I feel a little better now. *deep breath* Here, have a ficlet.

Title: Push
Pairing: implied Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Notes: written for

chickypooh

( Sam bites down on the dirty, makeshift gag. )

OMG, lookit what Tali did!! SHE WROTE PORN based off this!! *flails*

So, in keeping with the theme of this post, what's your dirty little secret? ETA: prompts are still open!

Current Mood: strange
Current Music: futurama

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

this might be the place

i could get used to this lifestyle

hews in the house

fjawg;oajwkgmafjg

Stars of Track and Field

FIC: Days Go By (PG-13)

curse you, sofie

headbangs BISMILLA NOOO

and at eleven

la la la jared is a giant

Fic: The Night Grew Tall (adult)

and again

Updated Fic: Sleight of Hand (R)

Fic: And Drive, And Drive (NC-17)

i'm wearing my stripey sweater! yay!

once upon a time

Fic: Evening on the Ground (Blame Me)

Fic: Scraps of Paper

i've been told if you want to make it in this world

blah cakes black cakes have you any blah

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