Stupid brain felt the need to write this instead of working on a paper which I'll now have to do tomorrow night. Oh well. Maybe I was trying to balance out all that SPN het I've been writing lately. :P

Title: Like a Virgin
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC17
Summary: Bantery, smutty, first-time porn with flashes of awkward that isn’t going to ( Read more... )

So I finished all of my school reading tonight and decided I was allowed some hot boy fic.

God, I love first-time RPS where one of them has before and the other hasn't.

++++ In Which Jared Makes a Realization and Jensen Isn't Nice by veronamay.

++++It Just Is by the_viper_room. (Also J2, and oh yeah, also NC17)

And the next fic I haven't finished yet but it's ( Read more... )

I am a puddle of squee! A dripping, formless, lusting, mushy pile of incoherency.

I need porn about this. I need Jensen and Jared banter. I need tranquilizers. Sedatives. Psychological HELP!

In my insanity I even decided to play soccer with a glass of wine and got it all over my white sheets...and I DO NOT CARE. No!

So all of you who care about that are prolly watching your SPN DVDs or sweating and shaking until they arrive and therefore not reading this spam. The rest of you are rolling your eyes.

greenapricot and I are about to get on the L train to go to Best Buy and get our DVDs. We are annoyed that it is sunny today because we wanted rain and cloudiness for today ( Read more... )

Hello, flist. I have these things to say:

1. OMG, over 3000 words today that I actually like. *pumps fist ( Read more... )

Um, I should be going to Ikea to buy some furniture, I suppose, but no, instead I am going straight to hell. 'Cause here goes my RPS-posting cherry. *blushes*

Title: On the Road
Author: femmenerd
Pairing: Jared/Jensen RPS aka Padackles
Rating: I believe that would be NC17.
Summary: Jared. Jensen. Phone sex. Homoerotic subtext in the Beat ( Read more... )

So it's my last day in VT. And it is so f-ing hot out I can hardly stand it. Already been swimming twice today. And tomorrow I actually leave at butt o'clock in the morning for Chicago. Holy Shit! My internet connection doesn't get hooked up until the eighth so I may well be incommunicado (unless you're one of those who know my cell # - I'll ( Read more... )