This is what you get for not posting yesterday, self...
I had a dream I was in a band with Jack Black, Patrick Jayne from the Mentalist, and the taller guy from Last Flight of the Conchords, and we'd gone out partying the night before, only i had NO MEMORY of what had happened after my first drink. So i went back to the bar to investigate.
A picture of myself arm wrestling the two-headed bartender ( Read more... )
Last week I had a two hour long conversation with Jensen and Chris in my parent's kitchen, which somehow was equiped with a) a big ass computer (Watchtower or Garcia like computer (SV, Criminal minds), and b) a expresso machine and somehow happened to be in Canada.
Chris expalined to us that the cuts on his hands were a bitch because he coudln't play guitar so well now and hey stung a bit. And they came from a scene were Eliot Spencer is supposed to be knitting -yeah you read that right...- and he really wasn't good at that. Jensen and I moked him a lot, because if he got hurt like that, it meant he really went all Eliot on the needles (to pierce skin, really...) and a scarf or a sweater don't really need to be stabbed to be made....
I spend hours trying to explain to Jensen why everybody thought he and Jared were in love, by quoting moments, showing vids of cons on youtube (including the 'jensen wants to do a cowboy' and Jared's reaction, the 'misha sign my shirt please' and jensen's reaction, and a lot of other stuff) while he blushed a lot and swore he didn't remember half of it and it was just goofing around. then i showed him pics of he and Daneel and he and Jay, and the slight 'touchy' difference between them. Then i went on with the pics of jared's wedding where the only couple you actually get to see beaming at the camera on the best day of their life is... them.
And the end Jensen excused himself, looking baffled and took my car out (i only heard the sound, but I think it was the old school DeSoto I've always wanted to have (Spike's car)) and Chris laughed, swearing to me he was going to Jared to confess his love.
Then somehow, we ended up in bed, Chris and I, making out in teh nude, while we were establishing that it was casual, because he was really in love with Steve and just waiting for him to catch on.
See? I think our brains know each other.
But I didn't feel threatened by any Jewish Mafia so I guess my dream's better. 'specially since I got to see Chris naked and um... *blushes* let's just leave it at that. *smug*
Which is all your fault by the way, because of all the Steve/Chris love icons.
Whee!!
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I would MUCH rather have nekkid Chris, dammit. -_-
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You know, after so many years of living in fanfiction and writting it and always finding ways to relate it to everything, my dreams kind of became fanfics. I most don't dream, but when i do, it's either nightmares (they called them night terrors), but it's rare, or fanfic.
Like... I'm dating Ashley Greene, or, I'm having sex with Jensen and he's the one that's shy because Jared is taping the whole thing (in real life, try to aproach me with a camera.... *pulls out shotgun*), or I've got a version of Dean/Cas/Wall very different than the one in the episode going on in front of me.
My brain... wow. Horny bastard. *chuckles*
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