My brain has been a disaster since I saw Desolation of Smaug and started playing Skyrim in earnest. A terrible white Euro fantasy disaster.

I have a lot of Tolkienfic-related hangups. Like, my middle/high school years are super formative in that the opinions I formed haven't changed all that much. Okay, I'm warming up to shipping in the ( Read more... )

No, I'm not watching the show. I'm not writing new fic or drawing new things. I'm finally finishing editing that 2010 Dean/Cas Big Bang fic so that I can post it on AO3 and wash my hands of the fandom ( Read more... )

I started watching The Daily Show and The Colbert Report again. Either things on TV suddenly got interesting again or I'm going out of my mind trying to get myself hired. Or the upcoming presidential elections is doing it, that works too. Can Joe Biden be my adopted grandpa, please?

I am also incredibly desperate to watch all things CBS's ( Read more... )

“I’m not blind, you know,” Sam continues as he sets the empty glass down. His face is flushed with the energy’s effect and his bright blue eyes seem even brighter. He traces lines on the tabletop, trailing white light. “I know it’s not just the stuff I didn’t erase ( Read more... )

First of all, I really need to stop writing self-hating posts when tired beyond reason ( Read more... )

So I re-found my pocket/purse-sized notebooks going back to 2007...no, wait, I'm still missing one. Goddamn it. But I'm sure it'll turn up somewhere...unless Mom somehow got into my things.

ANYWAY.

Let's type up the first and last page of each notebook, because I'm cleaning my room.

Notebook #1:

Passion's Killing Floor ( Read more... )

I now know my local IKEA like the back of my hand. Don't know how to feel about it, but man do I love those Swedish meatballs. I've also walked into more IKEA porn innuendos than I like and I have a bizarre hankering for some mildly domestic fic ( Read more... )

I most likely will not be replying to the comments on the previous post. I really only wrote it because if Mom keeps telling me to hide our family business and if I can't say it with my own mouth what the fuck's going on I might as well word vomit all over a blog somewhereBut this post isn't about that post, and it's not about the impromptu ( Read more... )

Apparently I am a seasonal ficcer, meaning when it gets fucking cold and my hands turn into blocks of ice and I suddenly crave Pumpkin Spice Latte it means I really want to write college AUs. And barista AUs. And college/barista AUs. Because I want to eat my pumpkin pie, too ( Read more... )

Every (kink) meme requires a few certain things to become a true (kink) meme, like (trigger warning: body modification) penis slicing, crossovers with Captain Jack Harkness, high school/college AUs, and barista AUs.

Barista AUs are the worst. Especially when in wondering whether or not someone prompted for it on capkink your brain starts plotting ( Read more... )