( Lana Turner, I think you may have been onto something... )

( ...CLOSED )

SNOWFLAKE AVALANCHE! Heeeeeeeeee! Many thanks to the kind perpetrators of cookie mayhem. *smish* Happy holidays, everybody.

( Here is some random items of disinterest what I is telling you... )

Heeee!  Flips and I make the crappest jack-o-lanterns that ever crapped.  Seriously.

( LOOK AT THEM! )

( Clicky here for my careful analysis of 5.04 )

Please to be informing a Dragons...

( Spoiler for MBV )

Dean.

And furthermore, Dean. Or Dean. Hence, Dean. Consequently, on account of Dean, and in tandem with Dean; Dean.

Also, by-product Sam, facilitating Dean. Or conversely, Dean, which encompasses -- but is not limited to -- Dean. Which predictably Deans.

Ergo: DEAN.

DEAN.

Stop being hot.  STOP IT.

*cries*  If I see one more RIDICULOUS and blindingly combustible shot of your scorching denim-clad sag-ass from that STUPID DERBY, I am going to LOSE MY SHIT.

*falls to floor, beats carpet with fist*

Just...DON'T.

.

Yesyesyes, I know I'm supposed to be cleaning for my rental inspection tomorrow *waves the dismissive hand* but DUDES...  *has one eye on the tv*

What is hotter than Dean in ELAC?  He's all banged up and pasty and stricken with the grief.  Like he's spent about a year WEEPING.

He's fucking shattered.

*bites fist*

God help me, I want to lick him.

 
So riddle me this, Batman.

I am trawling through Icon Town for the past few days.  Not non-stop.  But you know, when I’m not working on -Blind Spot-.  Those four freakin’ minutes of each day that I’m not thinking about the damn fic...

And I was looking for a Dean toothflash icon.  And I has the following conversation with the Monkeys:

Dragons:  ( Read more... )