Am at
femmenerd's house. Day two of five and already we are on so much crack, not enough sleep, lots of wine astounding revelations. Like how Sam is the Indiana Jones of librarians (or would be) and how clearly Sam and Willow are meant to be. (We have a list a very very big list about exacty why and how. I mean the moving things with their brains and the geekiness and sex in the library! yes! and Sam's giant porn hands). And all of the ways that Faith and Dean could be having sex. And how fly Sam would look in a suit and whether or not he went to prom. (Which is v. v. important so go fill out
this poll. eta: And then, the
supplementary poll of equal importance.)
Then there are the
SPN promo pics. I am in love with the last close up one of Jensen. omg. So much.
Yes. Also, there are many v. v. important things to be done and watched and therefore I won't be around so mcuh 'til Friday (except all spasticly).
eta2: And, I managed to write for pretty much the entire flight here (save for when there was turbulance). What is it about moving vehicles that really gets my writing juices flowing? Yesterday was so very fannishly productive.
AND! There should be fic about Dean and cars or a car. It should be a late 60's muscle car (and I have so many thoughts about which model and year and I could just go on forever thinking about that) and it should be like that photoshoot with Jared only Dean and he would acutally be working on the car and omg. mechanic!Dean. GUH. I'm guessing I'm going to have to write this myself.