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Fri, 07 Dec 2007 21:59:20 GMT

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So, There I Was...

Fri, 07 Dec 2007 21:23:53 GMT

DUDE. Come ON.

Okay. So I get home, get out of the truck, Soleil gets in so they can go to the doctor. I get inside, putz around for a bit, and then go to get in the car to go buy a dress for the party in three hours. And in AIM format, just cause it's fun...

Crystal: Shit. Where are my keys?
Crystal: *checks through every nook and cranny of both bags*
Crystal: Shit. Are they inside?
Crystal: *check entire house to a stupid degree--suddenly realize* Fuck! They're in the truck, because >I< drove to pick Dom up at the metro, and HIS keys are in his bag, which is ALSO in the truck. PERFECT.
Crystal: Oh, WAIT! There's a spare key under the car...
Crystal: somewhere... um.
Crystal: Fuck. *kneels down on freezing, WET, dirty driveway*
Driveway: Hi there! Here, have some nice, free, wet, black spots for your knees!
Crystal: *digs around* Shit.
Crystal: *lays down on freezing, WET, dirty driveway*
Driveway: And some for your ass, too.
Crystal: Where IS it? *digs around under the carriage for a few more minutes, hands getting black and corroded*
Crystal: AHA! *holds key aloft, triumphant victory!*
Crystal: *gets in the car, starts engine* Okay, and off we--
Car: *dies*
Crystal: What?
Crystal: *starts car again* And off we--
Car: *dies*
Crystal: You have GOT to be fucking kidding me.
Crystal: *starts car, revs engine*
Car: *dies*
Crystal: *starts engine, shoves on the gas*
Car: *scoffs and dies*
Crystal: *repeats*
Car: *laughs insidiously and DIES*
Crystal: What the FUCK?
Crystal: *whips out cell, calls Dom*
Crystal: Today is just really not my day... *explains*
Dom: It's a valet key. It won't keep the engine on.
Crystal *shakes fists at sky* ¿Por qué?!!!!!
Universe: *mocks*

flail

Fri, 07 Dec 2007 21:19:35 GMT

OMG you guys! What a freaking DAY! Thank GODS I am out of here in like, five minutes. It has just... not been a day of the good. Days like this should not be allowed, ESPECIALLY when I am hungover and all I want to do is write Sam/Dean fic.

It went a little bit like this: OMG. I got to work SOOOOOO late today, partly because of traffic. Almost missed my meeting, tried to print out the doc I needed on my way to the meeting and the freaking PRINTER JAMMED so I had no doc and no memory of the questions I needed to ask, then Dom tells me I have to leave at like 2pm to take Sol to the doctor because he forgot about the appointment and we only took one vehicle today, and goddamn, today is clearly not my day. GAH.

Yeah. So. But from here on out, it's only sunshine, baby:

I got my Supernatural Magazine Issue #1 yesterday that I haven't cracked open yet. I am going to take my sweet, sweet time with that. Hey, it's mini-hiatus, I have to take my pleasure where I can ;)

Tonight, office Christmas party! WOOHOO! My company pretty much ROCKS THE HOUSE with the Christmas party every year. It is SO made of win. Sushi and roast tenderloin and fancy desserts and open bar including top shelf everything all night long at a really awesome club, while a really awesome cover band plays all night and everyone gets SMASHED OUT OF THEIR MINDS and dances and just generally gets outrageous. Oh yeah! Looking forward to that! :) I love my company.

And now, I'm out of here to do my part in getting Soleil to the eye doctor and then I'm off to buy a semi-formal dress for the party tonight! Eee! Shopping, yay! :)

*blows kisses*

Friendsgiving 2007 Recap

Tue, 04 Dec 2007 02:02:04 GMT

Was one of the best of out of all eight! I had a blast, and I actually got to TALK to everyone this year! I made it a mission to mingle and hang out and not get hung up working and cleaning all night. We had a couple new people this year, friends of friends, all of which turned out to be super cool, of course.

The food was AMAZING. Dammit, we didn't get pictures of the spread this year, but there were two awesome turkeys, one specially made Martha Stewart style by Billy, and the other deep fried (OMG, deep fried turkey, nothing like it!), tons of mashed potatoes, gourmet mac & cheese, excellent green bean casserole, cranberry sauce, various home made pies and candies and cheesecake and a Ghirardelli special white chocolate cake that rocked the house, and Indian and a Russian dish, and all kinds of other stuff I know I'm forgetting right now. It was HUGE. And we didn't even have that many leftovers this year! I think there were 50-60 people through here over the course of the night.

Chris and Beth showed up for the first time in several years, and Chris played guitar while a bunch of us did sing-alongs to Hey there Delilah, the Beatles and some other stuff. Joel and Kristen invited a guy named Shirop who played guitar for us later on in the night. A Russian girl named Anya who we know from other friends came this year, and about 6am we all retired to the Zen room to listen to her play and sing Russian songs, which were so incredibly sad and beautiful sounding. We stayed up WAY too late and had entirely too much fun.

Pictures ala Danyelle, click the image to see them all!

Pictures ala Bebe, click to see them all!

Bebe actually DID get a picture of some of the food. And also, the GINORMOUS line of people through the house to get food.

I love you, all our friends! You guys ROCK! <3<3<3

Interesting Tidbits

Wed, 28 Nov 2007 22:45:43 GMT

DEAR DIARY,

Today I spilled coffee on my BRAND NEW WHITE TURTLENECK! ARGHHHHHHH! Universe, why do you hate me?

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FOUND

Really cool, mildly ironic photography - Some of these were obvious, others I really had to think about.

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SPN FIC RECS

I have SOOOO many, I'm just going to begin at the beginning of where I bookmarked them.

Down to the End (verse), by esorlehcar (Sam/Dean, NC-17)
Dean's in his blood, Dean IS his blood, they fight and hunt and fuck and hold each other together and break each other apart. And maybe it's not how it should be, but it is and it was and it will be, no beginning, no end, and there is no other way.

This is my ABSOLUTE favorite Sam/Dean story/verse. It's perfect angst and schmoop, with no easy answers for the boys, and some good plot, too. Toppy!Sam, after a while. For my money, it doesn't get better than "Practical Men of the World". This verse makes me tear up, laugh my ass off and shake my head, but it also makes me happy in the end, every single time.

Do Nothing for the Dead by ladyjaida (Sam, Dean, PG-13)
If he’d shot Dad, maybe Dean would be alive now and maybe he wouldn’t, but dying was the chance Dean begged him to take.

This is truly, truly freaking WONDERFUL in the way it explores Sam, his love for Dean and his Dad, how he realizes he's never had to sacrifice much in comparison--and how far he's willing to go for both of them. The Sam voice in this is worth reading. Just the barest touch of Sam/Dean, but the love between them makes this worth reading despite that it isn't porn.

WARNING: Character death. This fic made me cry like a bitch. Powerful. Hands down, the scariest, loneliest, saddest fic I have ever read in SPN fandom thus far.

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In other news, mickeym is trying to KILL me with Jensen picspam and m/m/m/m/m group sex fic ideas with innocent Jensen at the center. Jesus CHRIST, woman. How am I supposed to work with these images running wild in my brain? GAH.

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Today? I'm actually gonna catch up on my flist. I know. It's ambitious of me. Somehow, I shall prevail ;)

Quick Holiday Catch Up

Tue, 27 Nov 2007 22:42:53 GMT

Wow! What a holiday weekend!

Thursday we went over to Rich & Danyelle's for dinner with a few of our friends, and the kids. Dinner was awesome, and then everyone played Wii & X-Box for the rest of the evening. It was a really nice, chill evening. Cyrus was cracking me up playing GTA.

We did Friendsgiving on Saturday (our huge yearly Thanksgiving party with our friends), and I seriously think it was one of the best years ever. I had the hangover on Sunday to prove it, too! :) Soooo much fun! Almost everyone came this year! I'll make a monster post about that and put up pics from the party, soon!

Hope everyone else had a wonderful time this holiday! :) I missed you guys!

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FIC UPDATES

Thursday & Friday I posted part 4 and the finale of my Like Staring Into the Sun verse, which are here in case you missed them:

Part IV: Event Horizon - Sam/OFC/Dean
Part V: Singularity - Sam/Dean (finale)

No, the verse isn't over, in case you were wondering ;)

Heroes

Wed, 21 Nov 2007 04:16:59 GMT

ZOMG! HFS! Heroes was freaking AMAZING this week! GUH.

That is all.

Wed, 21 Nov 2007 04:12:55 GMT

The dentist today was almost pleasant--for the second time in as many weeks. In fact, I almost fell asleep THREE times. I started twitching and everything! And then I was like, oh, wait, the dentist wants me to close my mouth, he's TALKING to me. Come on, dude? Can't you see I'm trying to sleep, here?

So there I was, analyzing the situation (as I do), and wondering why I felt so relaxed as opposed to most other times I am in the dentist chair (which, with my teeth, is a LOT), and I figured out, hey! It's because I'm not having a fucking ROOT CANAL done this time! YAY!

In other news, I still cannot feel my upper lip. You gotta love it when they have you rinse at the end and you dribble water EVERYWHERE because your lip doesn't feel like it's even attached. It's very humanizing.

Also, I've felt drunk ever since leaving the dentist office, as again, I often do. I think it's something about the sound of the drills, and possibly my normal sinus problems compounded by drilling. It just wears me out and puts me in another zone. So, I am endeavoring to make my faux drunkness TRUE drunkness, which hey, is pretty easy on an empty stomach. I love being a cheap date! :)

After finishing my kick ass design for our SharePoint Portal home page today at work, I started writing the next part of the "Like Staring Into the Sun" verse, which is coming right along. I was looking forward to coming home and having an hour or so to write after the dentist's office, but then Voron called to talk to me about the end of Supernatural S1 (gratuitous icon post--I was all "did you see that ending?" and he was all "OMG, you had to wait all summer?"), beginning of S2. Which of course, I loaned them two weeks ago. Hahaha! More fans, coming right up! I wonder if I can get commission for my efforts? *G*

Okay, enough blather. It's dinner time!

We're Gonna Need to Go Ahead and Move You Downstairs Into Storage B...

Wed, 21 Nov 2007 04:11:56 GMT

You know, at some point over the years, I stopped hearing "department shift" and "new and exciting" and started hearing "holy shit, look out!" and "you're about to lose your job". I wonder when and why this shift to gloom and doom occurred? I suspect it only took one occurrence, whatever it was.

The part that's really sad? I've been through so many department/responsibility shifts where I preemptively freaked out and nothing happened that now I STAND on the instinct to freak out and tell myself I'm being ridiculous.

This is when the other shoe usually falls.

And also, do these responsibility shifts track with my career goals? Is this the direction I really want to go in? I feel rather ambivalent (hint: the answer is always "Yes; if you pay me more money.")

Sadly, more money does not appear to be forthcoming. Looks like I've got a couple of interesting months ahead, though.

*tacks up "watch for falling shoes" sign in her cube*

OMFG!!!

Thu, 15 Nov 2007 23:08:35 GMT

Ladies and gentlemen: My husband.

5:01 PM Dominic: got you wine for your night tonight
5:01 PM Dominic: kids got grades
5:01 PM Dominic: i dont know what the fuck we are going to do
5:02 PM me: uh oh what?
5:03 PM me: do about what?
5:03 PM me: thanks for the wine, baby. you've got me all worried now tho
5:04 PM Dominic: their grades
5:04 PM me: fuck. cy and cira did bad, too?
5:04 PM Dominic: i am uploading them now
5:05 PM me: we never got interims for them, right?
5:09 PM Dominic: Cyrus
Cira

5:11 PM me: jesus holy motherfucking CHRIST on a CRUTCH!
5:11 PM me: GODDAMN!
5:11 PM me: thanks for fucking with me!!!!! LOL

HFS PEOPLE!!! Not only did Cyrus get almost all A's and O's (outstanding's in his effort), he was one grade--ONE GRADE!!!--from STRAIGHT A's! And his school program is HARD, on top of being a magnet school. We had previously concluded that it would be insanely difficult to get straight A's, if even possoble, and he misses it by one grade in ART of all things. Ah well, he got a B in that, anyway! HOLY CRAP!

And CIRA! WOW! More B's than A's but STILL, amazing job! Best report card she's ever gotten! And you gotta work for grades like that in this school.

Oh yeah, I'm celebrating tonight, baby!

What a Cracktastic 24 Hours

Thu, 15 Nov 2007 20:47:07 GMT

HOLY DAY OF OBLIGATION! *SOUNDS THE WEEKLY SQUEE AND DOES THE ANTICIPATORY DANCE OF GLEE*

Zombie Apocalypse Public Service Announcement The Zombies are coming! Zombies zombies zombies! Plan your Z-Day escape route, all, and remember, you don't have to be faster than the zombies, you just have to be faster than the OTHER people running away from them!

Dude. Liana just introduced me StumbleUpon! This is the best random crack EVER! Try it! It'll make ya feeeeeeel good!

The kids made me play "The Salmon Dance" and "We Like to Party" for them last night at top volume while they did the dances. The fact that I have hooked them on these crazy songs like crack is a fact that is much less amusing to my husband than it is to me! *L* Musical crack! Fun for the whole family! And then Cyrus made me watch "Misheard Lyrics featuring Fall Out Boy". Sometimes the kids are amused by the weirdest things. Thumbs up for the "Numa Numa Misheard Lyrics" video, though. "Ragu sledding, YAY!" goes down my book of favorite bizarre phrases for personal use.

Smokey ran out the open gate today, stupid dog! I open the door and there's my darling Rottie laying on the porch waiting to come inside, looking at me for all the world like "I told him not to go out there". I have never seen a dog with less inclination to run away. I KNOW she watched Smokey go out the gate and to not follow him? It never ceases to amaze me. Smokey, on the other hand, has a long history of running away. I waited forever for him to come back, went out and looked for him, made myself late for work, and FINALLY, when I'm getting in the car, he shows up, soaked to the bone because it's raining like Noah needs to build an ark and the wind is ripping my hair to shreds, and so I go to let him in the front door, and what does he do? He runs around to the side gate. I yell for him to come to me, but of course, he's also deaf as a stone and half blind in addition to being a runaway. So I go inside to let him in the back door--he's not out there. I go back outside, walk around the house and he's standing at the side gate that is NOT OPEN, and never was, because he ran out the OTHER side. *sigh* He's getting stupid and senile in his old age.

At least he didn't almost drown in the swimming pool. *rolls eyes*

OMG NEW SPN TONIGHT!

SamDean Have Eaten My Brain and I am a Happy Zombie

Thu, 15 Nov 2007 20:44:40 GMT

So I started writing this thing today, and I totally thought it was gonna be part of my recent verse, you know, some story to wrap around the pr0n, and then it turned into this really angsty conversation followed by first time Sam/Dean sex and *facepalms* I think I'm broken. I can't seem to write anything that doesn't turn into porn with these two. Anyway, I don't think I'm gonna finish it anytime soon. Too many other projects to work on. There's the whole Sam/Lindsey, Sam/Dean AU thing I'm working on with cormallen and today, mickeym infected me with TOTAL genderswap love and now we're outlining a plot for Sam/Virgin!Girl!Dean and Jesus CHRIST there ought to be a law, people! Limitations to what I will write and read! I USED to have them! I swear, this fandom has eaten all my morals and standards and is grinning at me like the cat who ate ALL the canaries and telling me "You know you love it" and I'm like "Yes! I do! I DO love it!" and...

I may need help.

For your entertainment. A longish snippet of today's unbeta'd pr0n efforts (warning: unfinished!):

“Because—“ Sam starts, voice broken in the instant before it catches, and he swallows, throat moving visibly as he fights for control. “Because I can’t save you, Dean. And every time I try…”

Dean stares, feels his own throat well shut with emotion. “And every time I try I get just a little bit darker,” Dean hears, and he knows goddamned well it’s true. The changes in Sammy over the months that he’s tried so desperately to ignore, how he’s learned there’s nothing Sam won’t do to try and save Dean, and how that need to save Dean has driven Sam to do things he never would have considered, before. And that’s just the things Dean knows about. He’d lay money on the odds there’s plenty more he doesn’t know about.

It’s funny, in that way that really isn’t, to discover how very incredibly important he is to Sam, after all. It’s something he could have gone happily to his grave never knowing. And there are a lot of things he wants to say. A lot of things he really wants to say.

“It’s what they want, Sam,” he says instead. “You know it is. They couldn’t have set a trap better if they’d tried. Jesus.” He sighs, rubs a hand across his cheek and glances away, down the bar. As it turns out, they didn’t need to. Dean had done a fine job of making sure they had leverage over Sam on his own, thank you very much.

“Dean…” a muscle works in Sam’s jaw, clenching and unclenching in the shadowy light of the bar, and Dean recognizes that habit, knows the instant he sees it that it means he’s not going to like whatever’s coming out of Sam’s mouth next.

“Sometimes… I think… I wonder… this whole ‘Boy King’ thing…”

Dean feels the words run through him, coursing chills spilling the length of his spine, filling his belly with dread and his chest with ice.

“What if I was? What if I walked in and picked up the crown and sat on the throne. If yellow eyes is dead and I’m next in line… don’t they all have to do what I say?” His eyes are dark, desperate as they glint with dim hopeful light, fixing on Dean with such need that Dean feels his heart flex and swell, climbing into his throat.

“Couldn’t I save you then?” Sam asks, face so open and raw that Dean feels crushed, soul ripped out and laid bare, and he has to look away.

“No,” he says, so softly he’s not even sure he’s said it out loud until he sees Sam flinch, pull back across the table.

“I can’t just let you die, Dean.” Sam’s angry, petulant, raw silk of his voice turned hard-edged.

“You do that, Sam,” Dean says, eyes swinging up to meet his brother’s hard and sure. “And you’re as good as trading your life for mine anyway.”

“I wouldn’t have to stay,” Sam says, rushing to get ahead of Dean, but Dean’s not having it.

“What, Sam? You think you can just touch it? Touch that darkness and get out before it sinks into your bones?” He stares his brother down, watches as Sam deflates slowly. “You think it would ever let you? And even if you could, the second you tried to leave it behind they’d come after you and try to kill you anyway. You think I could live like that, either way?”

“Dean.” Sam’s voice is a plea, his face a slow dissolve into emotion so pure and unadorned that Dean wants to hug him, clutch him close and tell him everything’s going to be okay, except that’s a lie and they both fucking know it and anything else he says right now is gonna be like gutting Sam and then he’ll let his own guts spill out all over the floor and he just really can’t fucking deal with that right now.

Somehow he manages to keep his eyes steady, fixed on his brother’s, and he hopes they show the flint and steel resolve in his heart to see this through and not an inkling of how terrified he is for him and Sam both. “Sam. You do that and you might as well kill me yourself.”

Anger, bitterness, sorrow and loss, something bright and burning like vengeance holding it all together. So beautiful, so broken, and there isn’t much time left for them, not enough time left to discover the things Dean really wants to know--all he wants to know, here, at the end of his life—the taste of his brother’s mouth, the texture of his skin and the way he’d sigh and moan under Dean’s hands if Dean—

Sam’s eyes well, glistening wet in the dim light, held just on the edge of spilling over, and Dean looks away again, out the window.

“It’s starting to snow,” he says, feeling stupid, but there’s nothing else to say. From the corner of his eye, he can see Sam hasn’t moved.

“I’m gonna hit the bathroom, and then we should hit the road,” Dean says, sliding from the booth.

He can feel Sam’s eyes on him the whole time as he walks away.

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Smear of dirty clouds against the dull gray sky like a shroud pulled over the dead. Snowflakes are falling, and Sam catches them in his hand, perfect and precious in the instant before they melt.

Mom, Dad, Jess, Madison, and now Dean—oh God, Dean. Frigid air tearing at his lungs, stealing his breath like he could breathe, anyway, with this grief clamped around his heart. He feels something break inside his chest, feels something splinter and twist all wrong. Feels it grate like jagged glass against his insides—and then he gasps for air, reaches out desperately.

“Dean.” He puts his hand on his brother’s shoulder, turns him around, and his thoughts shatter as he meets his brother’s eyes, leave behind only the impression of feeling, fractured pieces sealing over with something like resolve, everything falling away until there’s nothing else, until this is all there is.

And suddenly, Sam thinks maybe this is all there’s ever been and he just never realized it till now.

“Sam.” Dean’s voice is meant to be a warning, and Sam knows it, but the tremor in his brother’s voice has just enough sway, just enough of a ledge for Sam to catch hold of, and he does, settling his palms on Dean’s shoulders and leaning in.

Life in slow motion, and this can’t be real, can’t be him leaning down to chase the snowflake caught on Dean’s lower lip. His tongue flickers out to lick away the already warming droplet of liquid, and he feels Dean gasp, feels the heat of his brother’s mouth and the perfect swell of his brother’s lower lip, lets his tongue trace the contours of it and slip between. He licks away the cold at the edges of his brother’s mouth, lets his tongue delve deeper inside to where Dean’s hot and melting, molten slide of his brother’s tongue against his.

It burns everywhere they touch, Sam’s fingertips catching fire against Dean’s shoulders, curling into the folds of his leather jacket and pulling him up. Higher and harder, until Dean’s on his tiptoes and Sam’s gripping Dean’s face in his hands, angling the slant of Dean’s cheekbones until Sam can lick straight down into Dean’s mouth, twine his tongue around the soft slickness of Dean’s and suck the sweetness from it.

And then Dean puts a hand on the back of Sam’s neck, thumb brushing behind Sam’s ear, fingers trembling as they grip the curve of Sam’s skull, flexing. Sam slides an arm down his brothers back, palming the curve of Dean’s spine until he reaches the end, pushes against the small of his brother’s back and gathers Dean tight against him. He can feel the hard, sleek muscles of his brother’s body pressed into the lines of his own, feel Dean’s heart pounding, fluttering like a caged bird behind his ribs, quick heavy breaths that make Sam shiver with their simple, undeniable need. Hears Dean moan his name in that same hot, needy voice and swallows the sound with a long, slow kiss.

He backs Dean against the car, presses him against cold, gleaming black metal and kisses him thoroughly while he searches blindly with one hand for the door handle. Yanks it open and pulls Dean down, pushes him in, falls atop him over the front seat of the car. Sits up only long enough to grab the handle behind him and pull the door shut behind them.

When he looks back down, Dean’s staring up at him, dark green eyes glazed with lust, flecks of gold burning bright inside them. He’s all angles and kiss-reddened mouth sprawled across the front seat.

“God, Dean, so fucking gorgeous,” Sam gasps, shoves his brother’s shirt up. And it’s still snowing outside and they’re stretched across the front seat of the Impala in a public parking lot where anyone could walk by and see them and Sam doesn’t give a damn. In fact, the world could end right the fuck now and he’d die happy, because this how the world should end—the same way it began; with Dean and Dean and Dean.

He licks a shimmering trail between his brother’s nipples, pauses to suck and pull each one between his teeth, feels Dean arch under him like a cat, hips straining, mouth cursing. Traces a slow, meandering line down his brother’s stomach, outlines the hard muscles there, tonguing into the dip of Dean’s navel.

“Sammy, such a fucking tease,” Dean hisses, then whimpers, needy sound stealing the sting from his words, and Sam chuckles against his brother’s skin, licks at the thin sheen of salty sweat that tastes like pure Dean.

“You can’t leave me, Dean,” Sam breathes, wrapping his arms tight around his brother, feels Dean struggle, try to speak. “You can’t,” he whispers, biting against the hard line of his brother’s hip, feels him jerk and gasp. “Won’t let you,” he says and bites harder, sucks against the skin until he feels the blood rise, hot and dark, and Dean trembles under him, hands tangled in Sam’s hair, words forgotten on his brother’s lips.

“Gonna mark you,” he says, biting down on the soft skin in the hollow of Dean’s hip, feels his brother hiss and buck, words spilling from him now in a litany of Sam Sam Sam like it’s the best word Dean’s ever heard. “Gonna mark you and make sure they know you’re mine.”

And in conclusion? SamDean sex!

Grab Bag

Tue, 13 Nov 2007 16:30:11 GMT

SPIDER GIRL

Has anybody else seen this? Eight Limbed Girl Survives Surgery Born with four arms and four legs. Like a spider. I'm really happy she survived the surgery and can look forward to a normal life, but part of me can't help thinking "She'd have had SUCH a future in the traveling circus industry". Yeah, I'm going to hell, what else is new?

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I LOVE IT WHEN A PLAN COMES TOGETHER

I got my spn_holidays assignment last night, and I am still giggling. Either somebody's stacking the deck over there or the universe really likes me this week, because this request is so well within my comfort zone that it's GOT to be more than sheer coincidence.

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FEAR THE REAPER

Remember last week when I was talking about how Soleil is on restriction and we found out she'd been MySpacing with her friends anyway? Here's the story in Dom's words, and the infamous image:

So, I found out that Soleil was on MySpace and Meebo the past few days, AT LEAST, when she knows damned well she is grounded. At first I decided to start blocking sites from the router, but then, instead of having it give her a "blocked" message, I decided to have it redirect her to the following image:

Click to enlarge, and try not to drink anything while reading!

In conclusion? I love my husband. He is made of WIN!

Incoherent Thoughts on SPN 3x06

Fri, 09 Nov 2007 03:40:21 GMT

Okay, I am going to post about this right now. OMG, brain BROKEDED. THIS SHOW. OMG.

OMFGOMFGOMFG! HYEPRVENTILATING. Okay, I have no idea if anyone else picked up on this, I thought it was anvilicious, but DUDE OMG. Okay. Brother killing brother? Cain'Abel? Brother destroying brother? I cannot even BRAIN, PEOPLE. Because, YES. And NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! AUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Foreshadowing much??? HFS! I've been predicting it would come to a showdown between them in the end even though I hoped against it, but FUCK, DUDE. This ep was IMPORTANT. REALLY IMPORTANT. I am so sure it's going to come down to Sam and Dean by the end of this war, and that Dean's going to have to make a HORRIBLE choice to maybe kill Sammy like John said he might AFTER ALL. Almost 100% convinced. OMFG! HFS!!!! *DIES* I mean, could it mean ANYTHING ELSE? if I'm wrong, PLEASE tell me, because OMG, that will fucking KILL ME if it comes true, but OMG, the PAIN and the angst and the LOVE and *FLAILS MADLY* HALP!

I can't even get to the funny and the pretty because OMFG DUDE! HFS! I don't know whether to squee or DIE!

I. LOVE. THIS. SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Catching Up Again

Thu, 08 Nov 2007 20:04:11 GMT

Holy Day of Obligation! *does the dance of anticipatory squee*

Today's funny brought to you by the word 'hangover' and my best friend Beau:

11:24 AM Crystal: holy day of obligation!
11:31 AM Crystal: sam and dean sam and dean
11:56 AM Shannon: shhhhhh
11:57 AM Shannon: I went out last night so I haven't watched yet
12:06 PM Crystal: well, that's good. because it comes on TONIGHT, possibly-still-drunk guy *LOL*

TV STUFF

We've been watching My Name is Earl on a weekly basis, and good Gods! That show is fucking WRONG in the best possible way. It's not highbrow intelligent humor, but it's freaking FUNNY and I cackle at my TV the whole time it's on.

Speaking of cackling, I saw the funniest commercial EVER a couple weeks ago. Anyone else seen this one? Husband and wife sitting on the bed, the husband is sick with a cold and the wife is trying to get him to take some NyQuil so he can sleep and feel better--throughout it all, there's this rooster that keeps jumping up in their bedroom window, crowing, over and over again for no apparent reason--plus, it's the middle of the freaking night! I'm like, WHAT? Finally, the wife says, tiredly, "Take NyQuil and you'll sleep like you did BEFORE the rooster went blind." And I lost it for about ten minutes.

Heroes this week was lots of fun. Man, I am loving wet, shirtless Peter every episode, hee! *G* But the ending really made it.

Boston Legal's Denny made me "AWWWW!" this week. Seriously. William Shatner made me feel something besides laughter and/or mocking. It was a moment.

LIFE STUFF

Busy. Friendsgiving is coming up, need to coordinate for that and get the house ready. Dom's way stressed out about that, too, which isn't helping. Getting down to the wire on the last photo shoot for D3 because everyone canceled last week, and I still don't know if we're gonna have one of the c's we need. This issue may be late.

Soleil has been grounded for her interim grades and restricted from myspace-ing with her friends, which she was well aware of. So she was home Monday and Tuesday, and Dom decides to check the web history on Tuesday night. Turns out she'd been chatting away on MySpace. So he blocks the URL's for it, and makes it so when she tries to go there, she gets an image of the Grim Reaper, looking all creepy, with bright yellow font at the bottom saying "You are a big fat cheater and your Dad knows it! You are grounded and not supposed to be chatting! Now you are grounded even LONGER! Good work!" Oh, to see her face when THAT popped up instead of MySpace *LOL*

And now, back to work.

IWRY Fic: Nascent Descent (Buffy/Angel, PG-13)

Thu, 08 Nov 2007 18:17:14 GMT

TITLE: Nascent Descent
PAIRING: B/A
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Post-NFA. She’d go to Hell and back to save him.
NOTES: And now… for something completely different.

She fights her way here, beyond the serpents that guard the gate, far beneath the green fields of earth and the swollen, rain-filled sky where her beloved fought his last.

From above, she descends, an avenging angel.

( Nascent Descent )

SPN FIC: Gravitational Collapse (Sam/Dean/OFC, NC-17)

Thu, 08 Nov 2007 18:13:12 GMT

TITLE: Gravitational Collapse (Like Staring Into the Sun 'Verse)
PAIRING: Sam/Dean/OFC
RATING: NC-17
WARNING: Definite Sam/Dean overtones, mild Sam/Dean action.
PREVIOUSLY: It’s not about the girls. The girls are just the excuse. It’s about them. Them and this unavoidable thing that’s growing between them.
SUMMARY: PWP, baby, down and (very) dirty. Set about mid-S3. Darker!Sam and Doomed!Dean find themselves in a place where morals and rules aren't starting to mean much in the face of what they really want. Dominant!Sam included. OFC's with purpose beyond hot sex sold separately.
WORD COUNT: 2504
NOTES: This is more of a 'verse than a series, but it'll make more sense if you read this first. A Sam/Dean finale will follow, but for now, this 'verse is threesome porn, because damn. I love me some threesome porn.

Dean lets the girl’s ankles go, puts his hands on his brother’s shoulders, and it should feel weirder than this, he knows it should. Those muscles flexing under his hands, slick with sweat, should not send shivers running through every nerve in his body. Less than six months to live and Sam’s pulling him down this slow, slippery slide, and Dean’s finding he can’t really be the one to stop it anymore.

( Gravitational Collapse )

Hellhound on my Trail

Sat, 03 Nov 2007 21:45:54 GMT

I just finished watching Crossroad Blues again. OMG. I LOVE THIS SHOW. The foreshadowing in that ep as compared to this seasons arc is AMAZING. Kripke is approaching God status in my mind. The way Dean relates to the old man who's tired and ready to die, the way he semi-sympathizes with Evan but then tells Evan off for having to leave his wife behind--which is the only reason Dean helps him so willingly. So Evan's wife won't have to suffer, living without Evan.

And then he turns around and does the same damned thing in AHBL Pt.2 and has the nerve to keep telling Sam to let him go. JESUS. You KNOW he's breaking up inside.

Crossroad fucking Blues man. That's where it all really begins, and every time I watch the ep I'm more and more awed by the genius of foreshadowing they managed to fit into that single episode.

How the old man says "He's tired" to Sam, that he's ready to go, and Dean looks like he understands that. And then how Dean says the same thing to Sam this year in the premiere. And "doesn't everybody wanna be great?", guh, the look on Dean's face. And how Sam's line this week, "Watch your mouth", echoed Dean's "Shut your mouth bitch" from Crossroad Blues.

And right in the middle of Dean berating Evan, Soleil turns and looks and me and says "But... isn't that exactly what Dean does at the end of the season?" And I said, "Yep. That's why it's so freaking awesome."

I have a feeling I will be returning to this ep a lot over the course of Season 3.

EEEEEEEEE! SHOW! How I LOVE you!

Friday I'm in Love (Dean/OFC, NC-17)

Sat, 03 Nov 2007 03:52:38 GMT

TITLE: Friday I'm in Love
PAIRING: Dean/OFC
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: This is... this is a high school first love story, ya’ll. No, I am NOT kidding. But it’s a high school first love story that’s more like an out and out war when Dean finally meets his female match. Oh, and there’s cooking! And possibly the longest first!time (first!time for her, not Dean) porn scene ever written.
WORD COUNT: 11,114 --OMG, you guys! This was supposed to be a drabble. A DRABBLE! OMG, Dean! Why do you do this to me? *facepalms*

No. No interest there at all. Just because he’s gorgeous and he walks around like sex on legs, daring everyone in the world hit him or fuck him or possibly both doesn’t mean she has to have any interest in doing either one. She’s neutral. She’s Switzerland.

Yeah, Switzerland.

( Friday I'm in Love )

There Are Witches in the Air

Thu, 01 Nov 2007 01:26:21 GMT

Happy Halloween Supernatural style! *blows kisses and sends love* Hope you all have a wonderful time tonight!

Hope Springs a Kernel!

Wed, 31 Oct 2007 04:42:25 GMT

My gypsy mom got someone to drive her stuff down and unload it on Saturday! So, that's a good compromise. I declare hands of win! \o/

Also? Boston Legal! I love you! <3<3<3 *hugs it tight*

Now, I shower and bed.

Do Not Want

Wed, 31 Oct 2007 01:31:22 GMT

This is my attempt to work through my feelings before I call my mom.

So, I called her back a couple weeks ago. Turns out, she almost got mugged/attacked by some guy when she was going the door of her apartment. This sounds terrible, but according to her, this is the third or so time she's had someone try to attack her. I'm like, mom, you live in Baltimore. They probably think you're a really big crack rock.

So, she wants to move out of the city. And she's got these people in Ocean City (about four hours away) that she can go stay with. But they don't have room for any of her stuff except her little toy poodle. So could me and Dom bring our truck, and you know, drive an hour and a half, pack up and haul her twelve huge trash bags of shit and some furniture back down here to Virginia and then haul it all into our house and up to the attic--which by the way, already has two OTHER people's shit sitting in it. This would of course, mean Dom and I spend the entire day moving her shit and being in transit, by OURSELVES, because, you know, we'd have to drive her back if we brought her along to help, AND, the last time we helped her move five months ago she kind of stood around talking to her ex the whole time while Dom and I busted ass to haul all her shit out of there and load it up. Did I mention all of the happened under the watchful eye of the police officer who was there to make sure her ex didn't try to stop/hurt her? He wasn't very happy about it either, gave us ten minutes to take as much crap as we could. He even stayed an extra fifteen minutes because Dom and I were working so hard, and made nasty comments to my mom about not helping. Which she, of course resented and complained about once she got in the truck. But what can you do, right? The woman's in her early fifties and this is how she lives her life. What are we gonna say to her now that's gonna change her mind?

But I knew it was gonna be like that, and I helped her anyway, because, well, despite that she didn't really raise me and lives her life like a gypsy/hippy, she's my mom, and she's never asked me for anything before. Now, I feel like I started something, and every time she needs something she's going to call me and ask for help, and you know. My life is so crazy busy most of the time with three kids and a house, the last thing I want to do is be the "count on" person for someone who I feel will take advantage of it. I don't mind storing her stuff so much, it's more the fact that I don't want to spend me and Dom's day doing this. She used up her freebie of my good will the last time. I told her if she could get it here we'd store it, but that we probably wouldn't have time to come get her stuff. But she doesn't know anybody else.

She waited a while before she called back and asked again. But then the weekend went by and I figured we were safe because she's supposed to be going to OC at the beginning of the month. Well, yesterday she called and I missed it, and I didn't call back when I saw it last night. Then today she started blowing up my cell phone, called the house and left a message with the kids. If I could go on ignoring her, I think I could live with that. But as it stands, I feel like I need to call her back and I just know I'm gonna get suckered, dude, because I can't be that mean and just let her leave all her worldly possessions on the side of the street somewhere. I haven't been stressed out like this in a long time. I don't deal well with situations where I feel I'm going to be forced into doing something I don't want to do. I wanna be like the guy in "Grumpier Old Men" who decided one day that he was never going to do anything he didn't want to, ever again.

I try to keep myself as disentangled from my mom's life as possible. I feel about her like you might feel about... someone else's kid sister. Sorry for her in a vague kind of way for always making the wrong choices. She's kind of helpless and useless, really. I don't mean to sound like I'm badmouthing her. It's just true. She's like a little kid that never grew up and has no idea how to be responsible. And I have real problems with people who can't be responsible for themselves. Not like I used to, I mean, I don't really judge her for it. It's whatever, it's her life, you know? My grandmother raised me. I don't really care about what she does beyond shaking my head and trying not to give her advice when she occasionally calls to chat. As long as it doesn't AFFECT me, it's all good. But it IS affecting me, now. Our house, while it is very large, is not a storage facility. And my time is pretty damned valuable. What little of it isn't taken up by responsibilities and spending time with my family is pretty damned precious. I don't mind giving it up every now and again to help people out--especially if they've helped me out in the past--but this coming weekend? Not one of those times where I really feel I have the option. I've got a big photo shoot planned for the comic book project all day on Saturday and I don't want to spend my only day to relax (read: work on the comic book, most likely), moving my mom's shit for her because she can't be bothered to look after herself in any meaningful kind of way.

Okay, that's enough complaining, I guess. At least I vented first. I feel slightly less stressed. Or maybe that's the wine. Well, in that case, one more glass of wine and then I'm gonna call her and we'll see what happens. I have a feeling no matter what I'm gonna spend my Sunday doing this. *sigh* I WANT to tell her we just can't come do it, but I know if she has no other options I'm not going to be able to stand firm. I'm too god damned nice.

So, I'm off to the gallows. Wish me luck.

SPN Thoughts RE: Arc and Theme

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 15:29:56 GMT

Foreshadowing and the Boy King. Let me see if I can lay this out coherently. I am SO filled with squee, even still, that I'm having a tough time.

We are really getting into the gray this season. Demons have been very black & white up until this season, and adding those shades of gray is what REALLY makes things interesting.

Dean seems to be the focus of the demons talking/attention much of the time, despite that Sammy is the "Boy King". And Dean is LISTENING. He's beginning to get what seems to be the theme this year:

"Demons aren't all bad, just like humans aren't all good. We are just as corrupt and corruptible as they are". Just how different are we from demons?, definitely seems to be the theme. Envy says it in ep 1, Casey says it in this ep, the YED said it, end of last season, and I believe even the Crossroads demon spoke on the subject at one point.

Now, align that theme with Sammy, and you have a very compelling arc for this season, because it spells out in neon letters what we can expect later. Namely, the shades of gray in the younger Winchester. How corruptible is he? How human is he? How much darknes does he have in there naturally? And while I maintain that whatever came back IS 100% Sam--the Sam that was knifed and killed, same same--I'm not entirely sure Sam was 100% human to begin with. And in point of fact, Gordon makes a comment that blatantly suggests this is truth:

"I mean, they're psychics, so they're not exactly pure humans..."

So, given that, we HAVE to go into the shades of gray now, because we're about to dive deep in to what Sam IS. And up until S3, all we've seen is demon=evil. And if Sam IS part demon in some way? We need a precedent for him not to go completely darkside. I think that's why we got Casey/Priest in this ep. They were not only in love, Casey actually did like Dean, and BOTH demons were willing to let him go. Still evil, yes, but more human and merciful, perhaps, than we've ever seen ANY demon be. The fact that we now need to see that demons CAN have some humanity, CAN care about something else besides utter destruction and chaos, says SO MUCH about where Sam's arc is gonna go this year.

Ruby's line near the end of the ep about "You wouldn't be Sam if you weren't (unhappy about the collateral damage that'll be done)". This, to me, says we ARE dealing with 100% Sam right now--BUT. We may very well NOT be, later on. And not in a "I came back wrong" kinda way, but in a "Sliding into my own darkness" kinda way.

At any rate, this ep was FULL of meta, and even if I didn't love the pacing in the beginning, I feel like we got a LOT of information last night. I so need to rewatch a few times. But I think we're definitely heading into bad territory for Sam, just as I have from ep 1. The signs keep getting clearer.

Sin City Thoughts (of the SPN kind, not the Frank Miller kind)

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 15:27:32 GMT

OMG *flails* SHOW!

The last fucking 15 minutes, dude? HFS! OMG!

Dude, I knew preacher was in on it from moment one, but that aside... his discussion with Sammy, in the car? Where he says he thinks Sam should be leader of the pack or whatever? The red light of demonic implication shines on Sammy's head, and OMG. LOVE. THIS. SHOW.

And Dean! Dean who HATES all demons, hanging out with this demon chick because he has no choice. Honestly asks her what in fic, I know he'd ask every demon he met, given the chance. "What's hell like?" OMG! DEEN! *flails* And I don't care what anybody says about Jensen underplaying it this season. DUDE. Did you SEE THE LOOK ON HIS FACE when he told the demon he wasn't scared? Jensen, bringing IT, man. SO subtle, but still so there. Dean is SCARED TO DEATH, even if he won't admit it, even to himself. THAT LOOK. DAMN.

And has Jared not been fucking bringing it the last few eps? OMG. My Sammy love has skyrocketed through the roof. And the last few minutes, when he gets there to save Dean--OMG.

The demon girls asks "PLEASE" to her lover demon, BEGS him not to kill Dean. Dude. She REALLY DOES like him. And this thrilled me to my TOES, that she wasn't just fucking with Dean; she really does like him. AND THEY WERE GOING TO LET DEAN GO! OMG!

EVEN DEAN, was like, "Sammy, wait!" when he went to shoot the girl demon. And Sammy shot her down in cold fucking blood, dude. Didn't even HEAR Dean. And dude, seriously? For realz? I FELT BAD FOR THEM. The demons! I felt horrible that Sam killed them, even though they surely deserved to die. Because they had HUMANITY. They liked Dean. They cared in some way. They were shades of GRAY like we've never seen on this show and Sammy just...

FUCKING KILLS THEM.

And I stand by my proclamation. It's 100% SAM in there. All that cold darkness? Coming from WITHIN, baby! And he's gotta face that down, embrace it if he's ever gonna be a true hero. All the best heroes face their darkside and come out understanding and knowing it exists, and do good in spite of/because of it. That's what being a hero IS. And I love that Ruby echoes this with her "You wouldn't be Sam if you weren't" comment. Icing on the freaking cake, dude.

AND BOBBY! OMG, BOBBY! ILU BOBBY! I called from the beginning that he'd show up with the working Colt and save the day, I just didn't know exactly HOW until Ruby showed up. And for about 30 seconds, I was afraid she might kill him, and dude. I seriously think I might freak out if they ever killed Bobby. For real. He is the fucking MAN.

Except for when he lies to Dean, because DAYUM. Lie badly much, Bobby? "I'm sure Sam's.. FINE." Oh, yeah. We all bought that. Dean, too. *facepalms* I'm kinda glad Bobby can't lie well when it comes to the boys, though. It seems right.

And I KNOW, we're supposed to think, just like Dean does, that Sam's not 100% Sam. But he is. And that's gonna be the big reveal at the end of it all. That it was SAM ALL ALONG. Mark my words. Dean may be the badass, but Sam's the one you don't want to fuck with. He's a slow burn motherfucker.

And okay, that's enough rambling for now.

In conclusion; SHOW! OMG!

Now I Have Serious Thoughts...

Thu, 25 Oct 2007 21:45:29 GMT

After following all the explosions of ignorance/racism over the last month on LJ, I'm finally going to say something. I'll keep it short.

I'm a white girl. A VERY white girl. And being so, I was unaware of most of these problems until these discussions/arguments/debates began. I've followed them, silently reading and attempting to understand. I am the kind of girl who likes to have her finger on the pulse of things. I like to UNDERSTAND people, the connections people make, the ways they interact. All of this fascinates me. So it's no wonder I've been drawn in by these discussions. And let me tell you, I have been astounded by the ignorance I've seen displayed vocally by some with regard to these matters, and inspired by the grace with which others have dealt with them.

However, as I said before, I am white. I don't truly understand all the issues at hand, or what it's like to live with them. I CAN'T. Therefore, I feel I cannot speak to them. I remain silent because I KNOW this. But to those of us (like me) who live in privilege and don't truly understand what it's like to face prejudice on a daily basis, I do feel I can say ONE thing and perhaps hit close to truth.

Educate yourselves before you speak about racism, and if you can't do that? Apologize afterwards and THEN ask some freaking questions to better educate yourself, for [insertdeityhere]'s sake.

My heart goes out to all of you who are dealing with this ignorance. I mostly flail in helpless silence because I don't know enough to speak up confidently. But I do read, and follow, and care, and I try to learn the best I can.