I didn't realize time had changed because all my clocks set themselves!

The transition is much smoother that way, really.

New mood theme! Oh, bandom, I love you. Ilyilyily.

Someone needs to write J2 pretend boyfriends fic. I call not it!

OMG I finally, finally, finally got to watch this weeks SPN. God, I love this show. The banter! The boys. The expressions Sam makes! They way he looks at Dean with a stupid grin and heart eyes. HEART EYES.

I'm not even kind of exaggerating. That's what's so awesome.

But.

But the beginning of the episode made me really, really, really want that, like, 1920's silent film actor J2 AU. ( THINK OF HOW AWESOME IT WOULD BE! )

Seriously. Where is this fic? I need it in my life. HELP ME, F-LIST I BEG YOU. My soul is crying for silent film actor au fic!


I was thinking earlier (again) about my fic kinks. The things I just can't turn down/ turn away from/ not love. UST is totally on the list. It's like pining, but hot like Spencer Smith before the pornstache (wtf, Spencer Smith, for real?) I like me some pining, too. UST, pining, accidentally boyfriends/married, roadtrip fic and wallsex.

I like my crack fic sexpollen flavored, too. IDEK.

Probably I should go to bed and leave you all alone. Hmmmm....

HI! This is just a note to let you all know that I have not died or disappeared again.

How do people make moving into, like, something they can do in one afternoon? I DO NOT UNDERSTAND THIS. My (new!) living room is currently PACKED FULL of boxes. My bed is still in pieces. I still have pots and pans and the contents of my (old!) fridge and like the last half of my (old!) closet left to move.

And then cleaning. CLEANING! Ugh. I hatehatehate that.

I think next time I move i might just leave everything and start all over. OMG it is so hard. I hurt in all kinds of weird places.

And, you know, it might not be helped by the fact that instead of, uh, cleaning last night I may have kind of, you know, gone to a friend's house for her birthday and gotten a good enough buzz that I ended up crashing on her couch.

I'm still thinking about writing the epicapocaweather!Sam/Dean. And a romance novel Brendon/Ryan. (What? Bandom owns me, flist, I apologize to everyone but miss_charmed, since I'm pretty sure it's all her fault.) Maybe a romance novel Brendon/Spencer, too. And a Shawn/Gus ficlet that I'm gonna go ahead and say is musesfool's fault, I dunno what it would be about other than bitching about the incorrect use of the word "literally" because I kind of love it when Gus is a grammar bitch.


I only ever have fic ideas when I can't write/should be doing something else. Woe. Woe and alas.

So, anyway, not dead. Still moving. Will have pictures when the house is in some kind of order.

I miss the internet.