relevant icon is relevant.
GASP I HAVE ICON SPACE AGAIN. Help me fill it up?
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Things.
Twilight shenanigans leads to things like this:
“I mean, no offence man,” Jared says. “No offence, but. When a guy says ‘vampire,’ I’ll say ‘argh fangs’ or ‘I vant to suck your blood.’ Maybe I’ll wiggle my fingers spookily, if I’m feeling adventurous. I won’t say ‘sparkle.’”
“Yeah, no.” Jensen nods and shrugs, sticking his hands in his pockets. “We don’t really like to talk about it.”
“Understandable,” Jared says, in what he likes to think of as his ‘super awesome soothing voice.’ He lays a comforting hand on Jensen’s shoulder.
“I have a cream,” Jensen says. “But it doesn’t really help much.”
“Hey, it’s cool.” Jared draws Jensen into a cold, hard, but still weirdly arousing hug. “You don’t have to explain anything to me.”
“Deer laugh at me sometimes,” Jensen says, voice cracking. It’s one of the single most tragic things Jared has ever heard.
“I will never, ever laugh at your glittery manscaping,” Jared whispers. “I promise.”
SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME THERE ARE HILARIOUS J2 AUS OUT THERE. I'M TOO BUSY WITH NEUROTIC RECEPTIONIST!JENSEN TO WRITE MY OWN.
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LJ = freakassishly slow for everyone, or just me?
Poll
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Things.
- i. Unalliterative Tuesday #3
ii. I am still writing this incredibly ridiculous fic in which Jensen is a neurotic receptionist. Haven't decided on what amazing, pretentious thing he shall call himself yet, so feel free to add moar.
iii. My Immortal: An Illustrated Dramatic Reading, courtesy of ONTD Twilight lulz. MORE PEOPLE SHOULD RECORD REALLY BAD BADFIC. It would be ~*magical*~
Twilight shenanigans leads to things like this:
“I mean, no offence man,” Jared says. “No offence, but. When a guy says ‘vampire,’ I’ll say ‘argh fangs’ or ‘I vant to suck your blood.’ Maybe I’ll wiggle my fingers spookily, if I’m feeling adventurous. I won’t say ‘sparkle.’”
“Yeah, no.” Jensen nods and shrugs, sticking his hands in his pockets. “We don’t really like to talk about it.”
“Understandable,” Jared says, in what he likes to think of as his ‘super awesome soothing voice.’ He lays a comforting hand on Jensen’s shoulder.
“I have a cream,” Jensen says. “But it doesn’t really help much.”
“Hey, it’s cool.” Jared draws Jensen into a cold, hard, but still weirdly arousing hug. “You don’t have to explain anything to me.”
“Deer laugh at me sometimes,” Jensen says, voice cracking. It’s one of the single most tragic things Jared has ever heard.
“I will never, ever laugh at your glittery manscaping,” Jared whispers. “I promise.”
SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME THERE ARE HILARIOUS J2 AUS OUT THERE. I'M TOO BUSY WITH NEUROTIC RECEPTIONIST!JENSEN TO WRITE MY OWN.
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LJ = freakassishly slow for everyone, or just me?