Title: Four Times the Winchesters Talked Dirty (and One Time They Didn’t)
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17, for absolutely filthy language.
Summary: “It’s stupid, and it always escalates.” A progression of sorts—here there be naughty words!
Notes: 'Nother story from rounds_of_kink, with the prompt of dirty talk, which isn't something I've tried before, so this was a ton of fun. No spoilers, no angst, no holds barred. Also, quick sidenote: if anyone reading this would have the urge to work intermittedly as a beta (mostly for SPN fic), I have virtual cookies! And cheesecake!
Random Thoughts and a Fandom-Palooza
Feb. 22nd, 2009 07:07 pmMerlin-- I want to shower this show with puppies and rainbows and kittens. It's adorable and fun and British and I haven't quite seen all of it yet, but love! Any recs for fics, preferably of the Arthur/Merlin persuasion?
Psych-- Recently bought the DVDs for this one, and I am very happy with that particular investment; I've been watching it for years and found it for cheap at B&N the other day. It's ridiculous and funny, and I can really use that in the dregs of second semester--instant mood lifter!
I also just discovered Psychfic (I don't know why I keep being surprised when I stumble upon these things, but I always am. They make West Wing fic? Did everyone else know that Dr. Horrible slash existed? *o_o* I've been in fandom for years, people, I should see this stuff coming!), and I signed up to write a Shawn/Lassiter fic for round ten of
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I need to catch up on the rest of Merlin, though, because, my god, that show is begging to be written for. And I got the strange urge to write Clois of all things the other day, so I may look into that. Hmm...
Because we're finally getting some warm weather 'round these parts, and that's as good an occasion as any for some porn.
"Turns the Road Into Water, Then From Water to Sky."
Summary: "He would never admit to this, how he always reaches for you when he wakes up; you would never admit to loving it." Lazy, sunny, motel sex.
NC-17, Sam/Dean. About 1,200 words. No spoilers; stick it anywhere you want.
...and the second fic of the night: "We Are in the Year's End." Also for rounds_of_kink . The kink was claiming, and the second I heard that, I knew a Sam/Dean fic was on its way.
Summary: "Think they're watching over us right now?" Sam/Dean, NC-17. About 2,500 words.
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Blech. School's back on and it is a sad occasion indeed. Second semester of my senior year, all my college apps are in... Oh, man, is it hard to care about classes. I'd much prefer to drink potfuls of coffee while I polish off the library's Margaret Atwood collection or finish that
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But! On the upside, most of my classes are the same, so I know what to expect workload-wise. The only new classes are Psych II and Christian Lifestyles (which is mandatory, believe me). Christian Lifestyles is just... Okay, here's the thing. I may be an apostate from my childhood Catholicism, but I've gone to Catholic school all my life, so it's not as if I'm unused to hearing religious doctrine I disagree with. But Christian Lifestyles is taught by this racist, sexist, homophobic, superior jerk who thinks his Dr. James Dobson videos dole out heavy helpings of wisdom instead of, you know, what they really dole out, which is bigotry. I'm getting the distinct impression that this teacher and I will not get along.
Ah well. My resolution for this semester is to try to enjoy my last few months at school with my friends and not let the stress get to me. After all, most of my friends are scattering for college (Missouri, Iowa, Texas, Indiana, Nebraska, Ohio, with mine being the farthest in either California or the East Coast), and I love them all to absolute pieces, so I want to hang out with them as much as possible. So here's to a new semester, my last semester!
Slept past eight, took a nice long shower, made myself the customary chocolate-chip pancakes. Oh, my--if I end up at Stanford, this could one of my last snow days. \o/ I'll have to pass on all my knowledge to those who could use it: turn your pajamas inside-out, do the snow dance at *precisely* ten p.m., put ice cubes in all the toilets, and place a spoon under your pillow. Works everytime *nods*. The fact that I live in a region of Missouri where we can get snow in May? So not the point. It's magic!
In Which I Prepare To Collapse
Nov. 13th, 2008 04:09 pmNew Show tonight! I've reached the point this year--the year with the workload from hell--where any bit of Show is nice. I don't even care if it's a good episode; that hour where I can sit back and watch my show and ignore papers/tests/Calculus/college applications is a sweet one indeed. Also, is this a Castiel episode? Seems like this should be a Castiel episode. *sighs* He's dreamy.
Ahem.
Of course, before we get to new Show, I'd really like to get through the bulk of my independent research paper--Women in the Frontier West. That's really I what I should be doing right now, but: crackimpala. So. You know.