It's unamaga's birthday! And mine too, but unlike me, Mel is a good fangirl and wrote McShep! Check it out here. The lovely schneestern also wrote fic today! And it's here!


So: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEL! You are awesome and sparkly and one of the best people in both of my fandoms! I hope your day is wonderful! If you perchance want a fic, just lemme know okay? ♥



And now, back to your regularly scheduled programming.

Don't take that as a sign that I've chosen a side in the Fifty/Kanye war (because...who will be the new King of Hip Hop? God, I'm so conflicted), just pay attention, because it's time to pimp.

My two favorite people ever, unamaga and immoralilly have started a challenge! Just Google It. It's a little peanut butter in your chocolate, a little lox in your cream cheese, a little googling in your fanfic. Just do it. For the world. And because you know you want to.

So, once upon a time there were two girls. Let's call them traffic_west and immoralilly. One day they were squeeing about SGA and John Sheppard's hair and the baffling attractiveness of David Hewlett (as you do), when all of a sudden:

immoralilly: now I have COLLEGE ROOMATE FIC IN MY HEAD
traffic_west:EEEEEEEEEEE

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And, um, after that it just got a little pathetic, but the point is, dear flist, because Robin is made of amazing, this fic ACTUALLY EXISTS. And it's here and it's AWESOME. And you should go read it. Now. *g*

Happy Birthday, juicephine! I hope it's as awesome as you are!




In less happy news, I'm moving in, um, five days and I have packed...uh, my books. And then I found some more books taht I need to pack, so you know, not much progress on that front. Also, have been bombarded by fic ideas which I tell myself I WILL NOT WRITE and then I totally write like five pages before I remember that I haven't packed anything. Except some of my books. Sigh.

Oh, and I have totally failed at reel_spn. It's a story I'd like to write someday, when I have time again. So like, in four years. Hm.

It's August 9th! Which means it's the wonderful, sparkly, talented, and lovely schneestern's birthday! Something which could only be properly celebrated by possibly the most gratuitous John Sheppard picspam of all time. Warning: there is an 87 percent chance of spontaneous pregnancy. Need I say that this is not dial-up friendly?


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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JULES! May John kidnap you to an island in the Caribbean where you can drink mai-tais and run your fingers through his hair on your special day! ||||

I have nothing to say re: LJ exodus. I will be sad, but, life is life, the internet is a fickle place, and sometimes evil wins. Blah blah blah.

Re: life, can I just say, HI, WHAT THE FUCK. There are bad weekends and then there is the weekend I just had. It went kind of like:

FRIDAY:

GRANDMOTHER: So, the memorial service of my friend is this weekend.
ME: Oh my gosh, is there anything I can do to help?
GRANDMOTHER: Why, yes, actually, her daughter is coming into town with two of her sons, PERHAPS YOU REMEMBER THEM FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD AND MAYBE YOU CAN MARRY ONE OF THEM ER, THEY ARE VERY HANDSOME.
ME: Oh, uh, okay, so... but I meant can I help with the memorial service, though?

SATURDAY:

DAD: So, I was playing basketball with The Poor Bereaved Grandsons today and I told them all about you AND I THINK THEY'D BE WILLING TO COURT YOU ER, THEY SEEM VERY INTERESTED IN MEETING YOU.
ME: I have already met them. Many moons ago. Also, hi, memorial service?
DAD: Oh, right. Still.
ME: *facepalm*

DAD: Oh, hi, I just thought I'd randomly show up at your work with The Poor Bereaved Grandsons and introduce you, you know, in case you wanted to get married immediately. There are two of them!
ME: Isn't that one 17? I think that's illegal.
DAD: Rules are for babies.
ME: OKAY, GO AWAY NOW.
POOR BEREAVED: Hiiiiiii there.
ME: JESUS CHRIST, PEOPLE. MEMORIAL SERVICE.

SUNDAY, PRE MEMORIAL SERVICE:

GRANDMOTHER: This is my granddaughter! Look, isn't she beautiful? SHE'S ALSO OF MARRYING AGE. JUST IN CASE YOU WERE THINKING OF PROPOSING.
ME: Maybe this is inappropriate, BUT I WISH THIS WERE A MEMORIAL SERVICE FOR ME. FOR GOD'S SAKE I AM ONLY EIGHTEEN.
GRANDMOTHER: Let's go over there, I see more Available Young Men to introduce you to!


SUNDAY, POST MEMORIAL SERVICE:

HOT BEREAVED GRANDSON: So, hi.
PIMPTASTIC ELDERLY RELATIVES: *gaze adoringly*
ME: So, uh. Hi.
PIMPTASTIC ELDERLY RELATIVES: OH LOOK, THEY WILL HAVE SUCH BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN TOGETHER.
ME: OH FOR GOD'S SAKE, I'M BECOMING A LESBIAN JUST TO SPITE YOU PEOPLE.
SERIOUSLY OUT OF HAND ELDERLY RELATIVES:...Uh, well, have you met Jane here? SHE'S VERY SMART AND LOVELY.
ME: I give up.

And it didn't end there. Actually, the weekend ended with a broken down car in the middle of an intersection, a hot cop, and a van full of scantily clad girls on their way home from church camp. But that's a story for another time.


Another thing that makes me just...agh. I have become a slave to SGA! I need more stories! It's gotten to the point that I'll even brave sgastoryfinders, something I never do for its equivalent in SPN fandom...mostly because I've never had to, because my flist is magical and shiny, but...*shudder*: Many moons ago, when I started reading fanfic, I recall a story (Ithink it was actually called Allina) which took place both during the episode The Brotherhood where Allina and Rodney got together, and a few months later when she turned up pregnant on Atlantis (she may have brought a ZPM). Rodney, the father, is not amused and is very abusive towards Allina. He rapes and beats her. Surprisingly, there is a happy ending.


Oh, fandom/world/life. Thanks, but...no thanks.

Okay guys. Where is the SPN fic with a chupacabra? Where? I know it's out there and I need it. It doesn't even have to be Wincest. It could even be het (\O/!!!!) as long as there is a blood-thirsty goat killing monster. Please?

Also, as seen in...many places: Leave your name here and I will tell you why it's awesome to have you on my flist. Don't be shy! Ask me for love!

Everyone should play! It would make me really happy!

*cue sensitive violins*

WAY WAY BACK, like, an entire year ago, I wrote my first fic in SPN fandom, and indeed, my first fic ever, and it was for the spn_50states challenge, and well, here we are again, guys.


Sometimes You Just Can't Hold Back the River. Sam/Dean. R.
Dean figures people live just about the same way that they die--confused, scared, and without a damn clue what's coming next.
beta by the lovely and talented dea_liberty

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Daniel Radcliffe on Extras is fucking hilarious. If I could be bothered, I'd upload a clip from YouTube or something. But I can't. I hope you're all watching/have already watched and are currently mocking me for only just now watching Extras. Because it is awesome.

I need to hire someone to a) find me an icon of John Sheppard wearing his Aviator Sunglasses of Hotassery (bonus points for including The Hair in the shot) and b) literally come over to my house and physically stop me from downloading SGA because, um, I can't stop and it is a sickness. *pouts*

Also, anyone know any great Luna/Harry fic? I refuse to venture into Harry Potter fandom (IT'S SCARY). Do it for me!


Random cool thing of the day: Someone has been putting replicas of these posters up around my town.