Because I'm tired of linking one by one whenever someone asks to see my stuff....


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To kick my ass into writing. I am an extraordinary slacker, so the writing buddy in question will have to be extraordinarily persuasive in his/her methods. Anyone know someone who can do the job?

Just saw that tehopheliac's just signed up for the Dean/Castiel Secret Santa challenge. And while the idea is soo effing tempting, I have to resist due to having signed up for NaNo. Crap. LOL. Well there's always next year...

About a month or so ago now, neierathima asked for a Dean/Cas lullaby mix.

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Dear kitsu84-- here's to wishing you a very happy birthday! May you have a wonderful year ahead, and joy go with you all this day, and all the days of your life.

*lets off fireworks*

My new kitten, Misha, named for the Overlord. About two months old, still scrawny, is rather skittish around humans, but we're slowly getting him used to us. I took this pic of him/her in the box mum put out for the kitty. Currently has an eye infection of some sort; keeping watch on it, and if it gets very bad he's going to the vet's.

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It's a Siamese mongrel moggie, very sweet; about 2 months old. Right now the eyes are a lovely light blue-- it looks like they're changing to hazel green though. I just christened it Misha. LOL

Dear Maddie-- sorry this is late! I dunno if you can see this, or if you're still keeping up with your LJ; but if you are, happy birthday, and I miss you!

Title: World Tumbling Down
Characters: Dean and Castiel, Sam
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R
Warnings: Graphic descriptions of injury. Bring a trashcan if you have a weak stomach and strong imagination.
Word Count: 2667
Notes: THANK YOU! to c00kie for the beta and handholding, and 9_of_clubs for the encouragement. Title from Within Temptation's "Our Farewell".
Summary: Lucifer always got his way, in the end.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to Kripke and CW.


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Mediterranean-- it's healthy! And has cheese, and seafood, and everything else...

One admits to being an utter spoiler!whore. Hence when bellajayd put up a post with the collected spoilers for Season 5, I eagerly read them... and what I read has just about killed off the last of my enthusiasm for my long, plotty post Season 4 apocafic. (And dangit, is Kripke reading my mind, or am I reading Kripke's mind?)

This fic-- it's my baby and I feel like I've just had a miscarriage or rather a forced abortion or something. *cries* It's been a topsy-turvy 2 weeks and when my Dad confiscated my laptop it wrecked my mood for writing this fic, and now... Dammit. I feel strung out and totally uninspired, my life is crap, my writing is crap, nothing is right, the muses are vanished, I'm sick to my stomach of ALL my fandoms, all of a sudden.

*throws up hands, hugs self and shivers*

Now what do I do? Take it absolutely AU right from the start? F-list, one needs your comments and suggestions. Help!

*goes into meltdown*

*sigh* I'm not completely happy with it, but I think that it's postable at any rate.

Title: Waiting for Dawn
Rating: R to NC-17 (especially at end).
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Word count: 1179
Warnings: Dark!Dean
Spoilers: All episodes aired, mild obvious ones for 4.22
Summary: Castiel waits in love, hope and faith.
Notes: Inspired by 9_of_clubs' drabble here. Meant as a (sort of) expansion to the drabble.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to the Kripkeeper.


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Because my Dad is under the mistaken apprehension that I'm an internet addict who needs to go cold turkey, he's taken away my laptop (I'm sneaking it out) and planning to send me away to my cousin's to work, possibly until end July or August. I'm prepping for the worst case scenario with absolutely no access for 2 months. So if you message or email don't be surprised if I don't get back to you--I'm currently in detention. FUCK! Really, wha'ts a girl to do when there's absolutely nothing at home to do?

My mum just commented on seeing my latest wallpaper (courtesy of Zugma here, the second one down, "Battles") that Misha Collins looks familiar to her from somewhere. And that he looks quite good(ONLY QUITE??? Mum, you need to wear your glasses more, I think).

The real funny arrived when she commented that Castiel's trenchcoat looks like something a KGB agent would wear; he "looks like a KGB agent...or maybe a detective."

Mum: Columbo used to wear that sort of coat in the old TV shows--looks rather like it, really. Yeah--all this guy (Castiel) needs is a hat to round off the KGB look. He'd look just like a KGB agent except he hasn't got a hat.

And then she said that Castiel looks much better than Columbo ever did in that trench caot, and then went on to say that he resembled Cristiano Ronaldo.

*falls back on couch laughing like a lunatic hyena*

I'm still ROFLMAFAO at it.

Anyone want to try writing Castiel the KGB agent? ROFLMAO

Was ploughing through FF.net again on my nightly run-through, and came across this fic, Icarus, Falling by mimblexwimble that IMHO is really, really good. It's about Sam, and his emotional and moral descent in the four months after Dean's death and going to Hell and the rest of Season 4, paralleled by the mythological fall of Icarus from the sky.

The language used is sparse, but wonderfully evocative as Sam's sheer emotional despair at Dean's death is described, and the beginning of his fall as Sam comes undone is heartbreaking. The author treats the subject with a clear and light touch, evoking bleak images and utter despair with simple prose that has lyric grace. Not a word wasted here, no extraneous images. Just enough and no more.


Dean’s burning in Hell – Sam’s freezing on Earth.

Somewhere someone is laughing and it sounds hollow and empty, like everything else. Sam wonders if the sound should make him angry.

The breeze from the slit in the window is whistling now, a high pitched shriek and Sam squeezes his pillow around his ears and the sheets around his body, and tries to curl up into the smallest possible ball. He wills it all to go away. I thought the world ended, he thinks. I thought the world ended.



The author is clearly sympathetic to Sam and his plight and has a good handle on his character--s/he has definitely nailed Sam down, and it shows--the story is clear and fits in with what we see on the show, and I felt my heart breaking into itty-bitty pieces as I read. For a moment or two it was actually painful to read on.

The pacing of the story is such that coming from grief--blinding, numbing, shattering grief; we spiral downwards into despair with Sam as time unfolds, and the sense of fatalism and predestination increases as we get to the end, and the ending will tear at you. Stark, simple, but a lovely grace note and fitting end to what has come before.

Definitely a good read, and I favourited it on FF.net right after I finished. The link above is to the author's LiveJournal post.

I was rereading Mary Renault's The King Must Die as I was sorting and packing up my books into storage, and came across this line "He went consenting, or else he was no king. It was no one's place to say to him 'It is time to make the sacrifice.'"

For some reason this line won't quit bugging me with hints it wants to be a Dean/Castiel fic prompt, but I've not the faintest idea how that could work. Anybody want to take it home and sculpt it or something?

All right, time to get to grips with the thorny overgrown rosebush of a mix that seems to think it's a jungle. *reaches for the giant shears* Oh oww, have to cut lots of stuff there! But my goal is to get rid of at least half of the stuff in each of the three segments of the mix. Less is more here. But it's a wrench all the same.

I really, really wish I could get to Asylum Con. Or any con for that matter. Dammit!

Ficmixes are really really addictive it seems. I'm being assailed on all sides with potential inspirations. Must resist!

LiveJournal and I seem to be incompatible--I try doing something and it goes pear shaped. Three hours of trying to get a simple looking LJ-Cut right. It didn't work. FUCK THIS. Going to bed now.