Sugar, spice, and everything nice

HEY JOSSVERSE.

Wed, 03 Jun 2009 16:31:08 GMT

Jossverse Five Word Drabble-a-thon

Do eeeeeet.

Mutha, I have seen the face of the devil. And her name is Gilly.

Sun, 10 May 2009 13:40:30 GMT

Who is your favorite mother (the character, not the actress) from television or the movies?

OF COURSE my answer is Lorelai Gilmore. In later years, when I first began watching Gilmore Girls (I never said I was early to the party), Lorelai's relationship with Rory reminded me of how I am (now) with my mom. Lorelai is witty, sharp, honest, and funny. She's protective and only takes the claws out when they're called for. She wants the best for her kid, even if that means fighting. I had to move to New York for five years to get over this crap with my mom.

Lorelai is not only an amazing mom, but she's a role model, too. She makes mistakes and owns up to them. She admits when she's wrong, even if it takes a while. And the one thing above all, even though Rory was unplanned, she never stopped loving her.

And she's down with the Bangles. C'mon.

OneWord #6

Tue, 17 Mar 2009 00:33:50 GMT

OneWord, sixty seconds, all writing.
Prompt: specific

It was clear, round, and small. In fact, it was so specifically her that it made sense. Too much sense for the moment, he thought, though he knew that in hindsight, he'd find it some mysterious working of fate. It glistened under the fluorescent lights of the shop, the harsh brightness making the little gem seem that much more creative and wonderful.

Wed, 21 Jan 2009 07:40:25 GMT

I suck at updating this shit. Have a meme.

- Pick up to fifteen OTPs.
- Describe them in fifteen words or less.
- Have your friends guess the OTP.

1. Just a small town girl and some tall kid from Chicago. Rory Gilmore and Dean Forester, Gilmore Girls
2. Herpes or not, they're bff and in love, okay? Jared Padalecki and Chad Michael Murray, rp pairing
3. He lets him crash at his house. He takes care of his dog. TWU WUV. George Eads and Eric Szmanda, RPS pairing
4. He swore he'd never love a Canadian. And yet. kittyheaded & awkwardjonas
5. They broke up with doofuses and got married. harlemrain
6. Goofballin'. kittyheaded
7. The bug man and the dominatrix: a match made in Vegas. Gil Grissom and Lady Heather, CSI
8. Sometimes, I don't even care about them. Just their badass son. Nathan Scott and Haley James Scott, One Tree Hill
9. And Iiiiiiiiiiiii will always love yooooooooooooooooooou (was not meant for Rory). Lorelai Gilmore and Luke Danes, Gilmore Girls
10. She took his measurements and they fell in love. And got a dog. I...honestly do not remember.

GUESS NOW.

4. Jared Padalecki and Nathan Fillion (RP pairing)
5. Jared Padalecki and Allison Mack (RP pairing)
6. Jared Padalecki and KD Aubert (RP pairing)

The Good of Wishing

Wed, 24 Dec 2008 05:59:48 GMT

Title: The Good of Wishing
Author: talkativebee
Pairing: Jared Padalecki and friends!
Rating: PG-13 for mild language.
Word Count: 3,593
Notes: For the undermistletoe challenge. Prompt: 24 - Someone gets three wishes. Title from the quote, “I wish I knew the good of wishing” by Henry S. Leigh. Thanks to kelex and harlemrain for the help and betaness. ♥ Meant to be light and warm, this is my gift to everyone this holiday season.

It wasn’t unusual for the prop department to have some sort of antique item. Some of the coolest little touches to scenes were some of Jared’s favorite, and the prop guys had found them in a junk shop somewhere in British Columbia. Sometimes they used eBay or a consignment shop in LA.

Jared wasn’t needed on set for a few hours. The perfect solution? Poking around the props department. He was entirely fascinated with the inner workings of film production and Eric had given him free range on peeking over shoulders or stealing glue guns to make his own costumes or, even worse, his own props.

They were breaking for Christmas three days from now and no one wanted to get the hell out of dodge like he did. Without Sandy this year, he was resolved to spend the entire two weeks with his family. Not that he minded his family, but he would have preferred skipping out of San Antonio before New Year’s and spending the rest of the time snoozing in Sandy’s bed in Los Angeles or skiing up in Aspen.

The shelves lining the walls were dusty but well-used. There were boxes of guns and various other weapons. An entire wall was devoted to the large arsenal of “supernatural” items. Ritual candles, iron pentagrams, voodoo dolls, anything Eric might want at some point. These were Jared’s favorite. The history behind most of these items made him think of his own ways the Winchesters would and could use them.

He shifted some things on a shelf, looking for anything new. He sighed and almost gave up when a tarnished metal handle came into view. He yanked at it carefully. To his delight, whatever was attached to the handle dislodged easily. And there it was: an old-fashioned brass oil lamp.

“No way,” he breathed, grinning widely. He pulled down the sleeve on Sam’s jacket, brushing some of the room’s dust off the lamp. There was a pretty design beneath the years of neglect on the brass. Instantly mesmerized, he began to rub more and more until the design was clearly visible.

It was a series of interconnected stars, some Arabic lettering etched on the outside of the pattern. Jared was convinced the harsh fluorescent lighting was playing tricks on him. It was as if the pattern began to spin and swirl, the writing growing brighter and brighter.

“Where are we?” a voice asked. Jared snapped his head up to see a tall, rather muscular man rubbing his bare arms and glancing around. He was barefoot with only a pair of gauzy pants on and brass cuffs at his wrists and ankles.

“Uh. The props department, buddy,” Jared replied with a smile. “Did you take a wrong turn? From wardrobe, the set we’re on today is to the right, not the left.”

The man arched a slim brow, crossing his arms over his chest. “What is a props department?”

Jared grinned and put the lamp back on the shelf, heading towards this poor extra. “C’mon, I’ll take you there. I’m Jared, by the way.” He held out his hand. The man looked at the outstretched hand and back at Jared.

“Jared.” The word sounded foreign on the man’s tongue. “Your wish is my command.” He bowed grandly, keeping himself bent over long after speaking.

Jared looked around, hoping like hell this was some crazy prank from Jensen and Kim and not a stalker coming to murder him and decorate his Christmas tree with Jared’s entrails. “Alright, man, this isn’t funny anymore. Tell Jensen he got me good, okay?”

“Who is Jensen? Why am I funny? I have not told you a joke.”

Jared held up a hand in frustration, putting more distance between him and this freak. He noticed that this guy had a really, really great tan for the middle of December, and homeboy was definitely not used to the chilly air.

“Master, I am your genie.”

That was the first time in Jared’s twenty-six years he had fainted.

~*~

The guy--Alim-Jinn as he demanded Jared call him--followed Jared around all day, all the way back to his house. Jared tried to give him the old bait-and-switch after six hours of this Alim-Jinn character acting like Jared was some king or something. And yet, Alim found him in his truck. Halfway back to his house, Alim produced the lamp and offered to get back inside until Jared summoned him. Fortunately, he could read people well because he shut up about the lamp after Jared glared him down.

When they got in, Jensen was passed out and Cliff, their ever handy bodyguard, had taken the night off. That left Jared and Al, a fancy new nickname considering “Alim” was still too weird, all alone.

“For the last damn time, Al, I am not your master. This isn’t the 1800s, okay. And this is Canada. I don’t think Canadians had slaves.”

“Master Jared, you must understand me. I am your genie.”

“And for the last time, genies don’t exist. Okay? They don’t. They’re fake. They’re big and blue and sound like Robin Williams.”

“Who is Ro—“

“Dude, you have to cut that out. It’s getting really annoying.”

“I apologize, Master Jared.”

“Dude, for real.”

“I apologize.”

Jared huffed and padded into his bedroom to change. Fortunately, Al stayed behind. Jared probably would’ve socked him if he’d try to come in. When he came back out a few minutes later, dressed in sweatpants and an old Longhorns t-shirt, Harley and Sadie were playing with Alim on the floor.

“Hey, don’t do that,” Jared growled, snapping at his dogs. They ignored him and continued rolling around with their new friend. “Great.” He sighed loudly to show his discontent and padded into the kitchen, shoving his head and shoulders into the refrigerator to find something for dinner.

“Master?”

Jared went to turn around to yell at Alim for the trillionth time, but he smacked his head and shuffled backwards, hitting the table and crashing to the ground. “For the love of all that is holy,” Jared moaned as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Master is hurt?”

“Master is gonna kick your ass.” He pulled his hand back and discovered a few small smears of blood. “Oh nice.”

“May I? I have some experience in medicine.” Jared sighed once more and nodded. Alim knelt before him and examined his head. He held his hand over Jared’s head and uttered a few phrases in what he assumed was Arabic.

He suddenly felt better. The ache from hitting his head and falling onto the floor was gone, as well as the sting of cutting himself. “Whoa. What did you do?”

“I told you, Master Jared, I have experience.”

Jared eyed Al carefully, pushing the fridge door shut with his foot. “So…say you are a genie. Do I get three wishes?”

“Yes, Master.” Alim looked delighted that Jared finally believed him. “You receive me for the duration it takes you to ask for three wishes. They may be anything you would like, except you cannot wish for more wishes. Is there someone Master does not like? Alim-Jinn can kill them for you. Is there a pretty girl Master wishes to have as his betrothed? Alim-Jinn can make her fall in love with you.”

Jared’s eyes widened. This was for real. He had a fucking genie. “Whoa.”

Alim sat back, arms crossed over his bare chest once more. “What is Master’s first wish?”

“First, I’m gonna give you a damn shirt to wear. You’re too naked.”

“Master wishes Alim-Jinn to wear more clothing?”

“No, I’m giving you a shirt to wear. You’ll freeze to death.” Jared pushed up off the floor and beckoned Al to follow him. Alim followed him into the bedroom and the dogs followed Alim, keeping close to his heels.

“Master’s companions are very friendly,” Alim said happily, bending down outside the bedroom door to pet both dogs.

“The smaller one is Sadie and the big guy with the floppy ears is Harley,” Jared answered over his shoulder, taking an old Hooters t-shirt Chad had given him as a present and a pair of thick socks, tossing them at Al.

Al caught the clothing and put the shirt on. “What are these?” he asked, holding up the ball of socks.

“Socks. They’re like…foot coverings.” Clearly, Jared should write an encyclopedia.

“Foot coverings.” Alim pointed at Jared’s own socked feet.

“Yeah, they’re like slippers.” Jared sat on his bed and took his sock off, then put it back on to demonstrate.

Alim sat on the floor and did the same. Harley stuck his nose in Alim’s face and sniffed before licking a broad stripe up his cheek.

Jared groaned and sighed, putting his hands on his hips. This was going to be a long wish period.

~*~

The first wish was a steak dinner. Jared was trying like hell to avoid Al, but he popped up everywhere. Fortunately, he seemed to gather that Jared didn’t want some crazy Arabian man in a Hooter shirt, Converse instead of socks, and chick pants to be following him around all day and all night.

After a long day of shooting and still trying to wrap his mind around this genie thing, Jared gave in and asked for his steak dinner, just to test the waters. Alim didn’t nod like Barbara Eden’s Jeannie, wiggle his nose like Elizabeth Montgomery’s Samantha, or sing elaborate songs like Robin Williams did in Aladdin. Rather, he simply clapped his hands, uttered a few words, and the spread just sort of materialized on the kitchen table.

“No fuckin’ way,” Jared breathed, eyes wide as the candles lit themselves, his wine glass filled automatically, and butter melted over his baked potato. “Holy shit.”

“Master is pleased,” Alim observed with a carefully controlled smile.

Jared cut into the steak and ate the first bite cautiously. It was the best damn steak he ever had. “Master is so very, very pleased,” he answered.

Al just nodded with the same small smile and bowed out graciously to let Jared eat. And Jared, he started to believe in genies.

~*~

The second wish came out of nowhere. Jared, well aware that he could be stuck with this dude for a long time, thought pretty hard about his wishes. He curiously asked Jensen, Kim, Eric, Chad, Tom, and anyone else who would listen what their three wishes would be. The answers were pretty generic, stuff you’d hear on the Miss America Pageant, save for Chad’s wish for Kenzie to suddenly come with a twin. He packed Alim in his lamp, stuffing it in his suitcase between layers of clothing, and didn’t think about him again as he left the house with Cliff.

He was in the Vancouver airport, saying goodbye to Jensen as they headed in different directions. Jensen was on his way to Louisiana to see Danneel’s family for Christmas and Jared was headed to San Antonio, dogs in tow. As usual of this time of year, the airport was busy, crowded, and overrun with forced holiday cheer.

When he finally got near the baggage check, he glanced around, his gaze ending up on a harried woman with two hyperactive toddlers and a crying baby, begging for one more seat on her flight home. “Please,” she asked once more, panic rising in her voice. “I need to get home.”

“Ma’am, I cannot help you,” the attendant said for what Jared assumed was the fiftieth time. “There are simply no more seats on the flight.” The woman asked again, her baby wailing louder and her toddlers wandering away from her to try and climb over the scale and into the baggage carousel.

This lady, whoever she was, had a handful to deal with. The airport was already hectic, but for Jared, the center of the chaos was this woman’s distress. He would offer to pay for the ticket, spread some holiday cheer, but he simply could not change seating. Or could he?

Suddenly, Jared thought of his second wish, bending down to reach into his bag for the lamp. He pretended to move things around, but he rubbed the lamp a few times. He stood back up, casually looking around at the chaos for some sign of Alim.

Then his phone buzzed on his hip. He arched a brow at the number: 1-254-654-6608. Against his better judgment, he answered. “Hello?”

“Hello Master, it is Alim-Jinn!”

“You…have a cell phone number. It only figures.”

“No, Master. Alim-Jinn used his magic to speak with you.”

“Through…my cell phone.”

“With magic, yes.”

“Right.”

“Master called for Alim-Jinn?”

“Yeah. I wish that woman gets a safe trip home.”

Alim was quiet for a few seconds. “It is done, Master.”

“Thanks, Al.”

“Alim-Jinn will return to his lamp now.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you later.” Jared hung up, categorizing the phone call as one of the top three weirdest moments in his life. Nothing could top Chad’s antics in Australia. Nothing.

As he refocused on the situation at hand, the attendant’s eyes widened. “Well, ma’am, it appears we do have another seat opening. Right next to yours. Someone must have cancelled.”

The woman sighed happily, her chin wobbling as if she were about to cry. “Thank you. Thank you so much!”

“Here are your tickets. Head right to security.”

The woman collected her children, since calmed down, and hurried off to security. Jared stepped up to the open kiosk and smiled warmly, handing over his ticket information and license. He certainly felt better about this trip.

~*~

It was Christmas Eve. Jared sighed as he trudged up to his old bedroom at his parents’ house. It hadn’t changed much since he left. In fact, it was exactly the same, down to the poster of Shaq he kept on the back of his door.

Christmas was always full of loud family and too much food, but it was well worth it. After church and Christmas Eve dinner, his family usually went on a drive around town to look at Christmas lights. Fortunately, he had a few minutes to spare, checking his email and voicemail from his phone.

Jensen and Danneel had gotten into a fight right before Jensen was going to propose and the poor guy had texted Jared at least ten times expressing his misery. Chad, on the other hand, had sent Jared a rather lengthy, curse-filled email about how Kenzie’s great-aunt actually spit into a napkin and wiped some smudge off his cheek. It was entirely too amusing.

“Well FINE,” Jared’s sister screamed, slamming her door shut. A second later, she opened it again to shout, “And you’ve got a small dick!” Fighting with her boyfriend. Again. Whomever this new kid was, he sighed deeply and knocked on the door, pleading quietly for Megan to let him in.

Times like this, Jared missed Sandy the most. She would call Jensen to console him or go offer to paint Megan’s toenails as she cooled off. Jared had nothing to offer.

He pushed up off the bed and took out Alim’s lamp, rubbing the side gently. Alim appeared in his Hooters shirt and socks again, gazing around the room. “Where are we, Master?”

“My parents’ house. This is my old room.” He sat on the bed and nodded with his chin to the comforter. “Have a seat.”

Alim sat down, legs crossed over each other perfectly with his hands resting on his knees. “Master looks concerned.”

“A little bit.”

“Master has one wish left. Master can get whatever he wants,” Al reminded him, tilting his head to the side.

Jared stared back at Alim, chewing on his thumb nail. “What do the markings on your lamp mean?”

Alim conjured the lamp to him, holding it delicately. “The stars represent equality. The points of each star are equal in size and length, radiating from a central point.” He waved his hand over the lamp, and the star pattern lit up, circling and spinning comfortingly.

“And the words?”

“In Arabic, they mean, ‘Alim the djinn resides here. He will be free at his master’s will.’ It is the words that bind me to this lamp.” He waved his hand again, the words glowing calmly. “After each master gets his three wishes, Alim-Jinn goes back into the lamp and cannot come out until he has a new master.”

Jared nodded as he listened, taking a pillow and plunking it in his lap so he could toy with a fraying thread on the pillowcase. “How many masters were there before me?”

“Thousands.”

“And how can a master release you?”

“Master must wish for it. But no master ever wishes to release Alim-Jinn.” A chill ran through Jared’s blood, making him entirely too uneasy. This poor guy was sealed inside a dingy oil lamp to cater to whatever jerk rubbed the metal. But what bothered Jared more was that Al seemed perfectly okay with it.

“And what do you wish for, Alim?”

“What any djinn wishes for, Master Jared.” He paused, setting the lamp between them. “To be free.”

Downstairs, the dog barked and laughter bubbled up the stairs. Megan and her boyfriend were still arguing. Deep inside, Jared knew Jensen and Chad were just as miserable. He even wondered what Sandy was doing this holiday, with no family to go to. He felt absolutely awful.

“JT,” his mother called amid the racket. “We’re goin’ drivin’ now!”

Jared looked at the door, then back to Alim. “Is there a way I can contact you while I’m out? My family wouldn’t be okay with the whole lamp thing.”

Alim smiled his mysterious smile and conjured a small metal coin, letting it float before Jared. “Rub Alim-Jinn’s coin, Master, and speak your wish. Alim will let it be done.”

“Thanks.” Jared took the coin and looked down at it, noting the familiar star pattern and Arabic script.

“Master has thought of his third wish?”

“I think so,” Jared answered as he got up to slip into his boots and put his jacket on. “And Al?”

“Yes, Master?”

“Thanks again.”

“What is Master thankful for?”

“You.” Jared left Alim staring after him with a perplexed look, knocking on his sister’s door to call her to go downstairs.

The drive around San Antonio was pretty and soothing, as it was every year. He was in the car with his parents, both his brother and sister choosing to ride in the same car with their significant others and Jeff’s daughter. He wasn’t as sad anymore as he looked at the lights and peeking into homes to see families sharing presents or relaxing by their Christmas trees.

Jared’s father stopped the car on a block to point out a particularly elaborate yet classy arrangement of lights. As Jared gazed upon the display, he took Al’s coin out of his pocket, turning it over and over in his fingers. He nodded once and breathed out softly.

“Whatcha thinkin’, JT?” his mother asked from the passenger seat with a smile.

Jared rubbed the coin, taking a deep breath. “I wish everyone got to be happy for the holidays. Everyone, including people who think they’re locked in.”

Jared’s father voiced his agreement immediately, giving Jared enough time to whisper, “And Alim, too. He gets his freedom.”

The rest of the drive was full of laughter and general cheer. Jared, however, didn’t hang around his kitchen when they got home. He rushed upstairs to see if Alim was still there.

The lamp was gone. Jared frowned deeply, looking all over his room for it. His phone buzzed on his hip. A text message from Jensen: We made up. And we’re engaged! Jared smiled and replied back, sending his congratulations.

Then Chad called, grumping about how his sister was annoying him and Kenzie was too busy watching his brothers play video games to bother to sneak off to make out somewhere.

Even Megan and her boy toy snuck into her room, shutting the door with a soft click to do nefarious things.

Yes, all was right with the world. Jared felt better, even texting Sandra to see how she was. She answered back almost immediately, saying she was spending time with a roommate’s family and enjoying herself. She wished him a merry Christmas, too.

Jared lay back on his bed and smiled at the ceiling. Before he knew it, he was fast asleep and dreaming, clothes still on.

When he woke up, the smell of coffee and pancakes filled the air. To his shock and surprise, he was still clutching the magic coin, the metal warm and the face imprinted in his palm. He practically bounded downstairs, plunking at the kitchen table to eat his share before Megan got up.

“Well you’re happy this morning,” Jared’s mother said with a smile as she poured him a fresh cup of coffee. “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas, Mama!” Jared stirred some sugar into his cup.

“What’s got you so smiley?”

“I had a dream about this guy named Al who was trapped, but I set him free.” Jared speared a few pancakes from a platter and dropped them onto his plate. “We were in the desert and he was like a slave or somethin’ and we were walking and he thanked me for his rescue and then, like, he just walked off into the sunset and disappeared.”

His mother chuckled and set the syrup at his elbow, kissing his shaggy head. “You been readin’ too many of Eric’s scripts.”

Jared just smiled and poured syrup on his pancakes. “If only.”

SOME SUPERNATURAL SHIT

Fri, 31 Oct 2008 02:02:01 GMT

SPOILERS WHOAMG

TED FUCKING RAIMI

TED RAIMI WILL BE ON SUPERNATURAL

WHAT IS MY LIFE. WHAT GREATNESS DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAH WHEN FANDOMS COLLIDE OMFG.

I SWEAR TO CHRIST ABOVE. I WILL CAPSLOCK INTO NEXT WEEK.

SOME OTHER SHIT HAPPENED TONIGHT, TOO, BUT I DON'T CARE. TED RAIMI. IS ONE STEP CLOSER TO BRUCE CAMPBELL.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I LOVE YOU TEDDY

meeeeeeeeeeeeeeme.

Wed, 15 Oct 2008 06:08:46 GMT

Pick a pairing from my fandoms, and come with a location and/or situation, and I will write you between 50 and 250 words about the kiss that happened in that context.

Hi flist. I miss you. Been hiding from fandom. Send help. And Reese's cups, mmm.

Supernatural, 4x01 "Lazarus Rising"

Fri, 19 Sep 2008 02:27:41 GMT

SPOILERS.

That clear enough? :)

I MISSED THIS SHOW.

YAY NEW OPENING A:FBS:FGOSBFOSF

LOL IPOD

So Castiel is an angel. God has work for Dean. Does this mean Dean is working for God and Sam is working against demons? What the hell is going on? (Pun intended)

I'm very not married to the idea of Dean vs Sam, good vs evil. But if it means Sam gets to be badass, I'll take it.

I like that Sam's working with Ruby still. But lying to Dean? Hm. Understandable, but hm.

This makes me wonder if Sam knew, since Azazel left, that his powers were there. And if he's been honing them in private and now doing it in public, with Ruby.

Just a little tidbit, God was mentioned in both One Tree Hill and Supernatural this week. Schwann's was religious (and respectfully so, but slightly out of place; I haven't really heard anyone on the show be outright religious) and Kripke's was...technical, mythical. Just an observation. Thoughts from those who watched both?

I kinda dig Geneveve Cortese as Ruby's new host, but I miss Katie. I do. :(

Um, Castiel's wings? Holla for the SFX. Badassity on a shoestring budget. Get on witcho' bad self, Kripke. Taking a page from Raimi's book and updating it. I want to pinch your cheeks. (And I'm glad you're a Raimi-Campbell fan. That's adorable. Let me be your friend.)

Another observation: kelex and I were gmail threading during commercials. Check this out. Demonic classification. First we had Azazel. Above him is Lilith. We're movin' on up, right? So who's next? WHO, KRIPKE? WHO.

Another little tidbit: kelex brought up that Uriel and Castiel are partners, lieutenants for Gabriel (yes, the archangel, also mentioned in "House of the Holy"). Dogma fans, think Bartleby and Loki. Uriel hates humanity (MATT. DAMON.) and Castiel wants to help them correct their ways. Sam vs. Dean. WHOAAAAAAAAAAAMFG.

Uriel also told Noah about the flood, and? AND? Passed judgement on Azazel during his trial before God. Take a peek.

AND OMFG NEXT WEEK.

I had grievances with Sam's hair at the beginning. And then he was all badass demon killer with his MIND and I kind of forgot that I wanted to give him a shampoo.

BADASS SAM. ENOUGH SAID.

All in all, I really enjoyed the show. I wasn't really...as bored as I was during last season's. :X I actually scared my roommate by screaming "OH MY GOD" (heh) a few times during the show. Alas. I'm really eager to see where Krip-nasty takes this all. I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT THOSE FOUR MONTHS AND WHY SAM IS A DEMON KILLER AND WHY DEAN IS CHOSEN BY GOD WHEN SAM WAS CHOSEN BY AZAZEL/DEBBILS. NOWNOWNOW.

MY LIFE.

Thu, 21 Aug 2008 20:54:58 GMT

Dear universe,

I have the BEST FRIENDS EVER. YOU KNOW WHY?

OH.

MY.

FUCKING.

GOD. (and yes that's me on the phone with kittyheaded)

YES WHY THAT IS JARED PADALECKI'S AUTOGRAPH ON HIS SRS BITCHFACE. AND FIREFLY COURTESY OF kripke. ASFBSO:FB:WOWO:SFB SO:FBS:FBSF:UI SBF:ISF:SB FO:QWUIRT:OSAIFB SO:FUI SBFO:UISFB S:OFUIS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE awkwardjonas AND kittyheaded AND kripke!

ASKLFGBWO:URB%O@B$%BOAODSBFSIOUFB AIUFRB ADIOUASBDIOSUFBASFIOUBAFUIOBWROIQBROIWFBSWOFIS

UH UH UH

Sun, 17 Aug 2008 04:21:53 GMT

Okay. I said I was done with CSI. But I can't not read spoilers. I'm such a spoilerbitch. BUT.

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Don't say you weren't warned, okay.

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That good enough? Good. Let's chat.

So, Grissom's leaving. Alright, peace out, I get it. Billy wants to do more stage work, and good for him, he's earned it. So, you know, alright. Fine with me.

And then his replacement is supposedly Laurence Fisburne. I can get behind that. But Ausiello's been hinting that this new guy has an extra chromosome; XXY (XYY? w/e) is the violent criminal gene.....

......

WHAT. WHATWHATA TABF:OWVTWO:RTBADO:ASBDAODBA

AND THEN.

WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!! <---spoilery pics

WHAT. WHAT THE AFBBBBRBQ()DBSP"FB@"P%BWFL:BS:ODASD. WHAT. WHO DOES--WHY--WHAT THE--GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

Why do I still care about this show? It's gotten to the point where the plots are old and I'd rather watch whatever horsemess is on MTV (sidenote, I totally bought a shirt today that says Laguna Beach on it and I had a good HILLS LOLZ moment.) than new episodes of CSI. GOOOOOOOOOOD.

OneWord #5

Mon, 21 Jul 2008 05:46:31 GMT

OneWord, sixty seconds, all writing.
Prompt: scarf

It was red. Red and long, made of wool. His grandmother had knit it two winters ago for him. But now that he was in Connecticut, the winters were colder and harsher than Ohio's. He loved that scarf, even if it was washed and dirtied and fraying. It was perfect. It was home.

OMG.

Sat, 19 Jul 2008 14:56:59 GMT

I'd be a bad person if I didn't at least acknowledge the 26th anniversary of someone's birth. So, since everyone has picspams and fic and stuff, I had a sister moving out, work at 130, a shower to take, and glitter text. (I'm sure he likes glitter text.)

from pimpmyspace.org, hokay.

Now give me sexy pictures of him to celebrate since I can't really do much else until 6 pm.

OneWord #4

Thu, 03 Jul 2008 02:33:56 GMT

OneWord, sixty seconds, all writing.
Prompt: stable

Stability. Yeah, like he had any of that left. Right now, he was curled in a corner with a half-empty bottle of gin and listening to the adult contemporary station. Stable was a job, a house, a wife and kids, some kind of permanence. Stable was not this. Not this life.

OneWord #3

Thu, 26 Jun 2008 07:06:00 GMT

OneWord, sixty seconds, all writing.
Prompt: grace

Her name was Grace. At least, that was the name she earned after a rather nasty spill down the stairs that one time when she was ten. Grace was average. Plain. Boring. But now, at a healthy and beautiful twenty-five, she was the apple of the library's eye. Grace could file and stack like a pro, and she even had the perfect glare to scare noisy patrons and those late-comers with their book and the ten cent late fee.

OneWord #2

Fri, 20 Jun 2008 20:02:39 GMT

OneWord, sixty seconds, all writing.
Prompt: flag

The wind whipped the cloth around, furling and unfurling the strong colors. It looked like something out of a slow motion clip, something they played on the Fourth of July with some patriotic music behind it. And really, there should have been, at least in my head. Something about pledging allegiance or alliance. But not today, not after what they did to my family.

UM.

Thu, 19 Jun 2008 18:50:30 GMT

andreas_ri just posted the Season 3 Cover/Features.

LOOK AT JARED AND HIS FACE. HIS FACEY FACE FACE FACE.

And who cares if the mini!Metallicar has two doors. WBRQO:@$!$)AODFBAFAODBA, EPIC WIN. \o/

OneWord #1

Thu, 19 Jun 2008 04:53:30 GMT

OneWord, sixty seconds, all writing.
Prompt: deep.

It was so deep, it was dark. Dark, damp, and scary. But she sucked in a long stretch of air, heart pounding against her chest. This was it. This was all or nothing. And with a shout, she jumped off the cliff. Down, down, down, and SPLASH. The water was icy cold, but so freeing, so very freeing.

Personally speaking.

Fri, 13 Jun 2008 17:40:36 GMT

dontyouwaitup had this meme, right. She asked me 5 questions and even though this isn't my personal LJ, I'll do it here.

1. If you could have one more episode of any canceled TV show, what show would it be and what would you want the episode to be about?
This is almost too easy. Okay. Gilmore Girls. And it would be like, years later, when Rory comes back to Stars Hollow and Luke and Lorelai are hangin' out and she's in the diner and in walks DEAN FUCKING FORESTER. And he's like :D HEEEEEEY. And she's like :O UH. HI. And they realize they're still madly in love with each other. (Wishful thinking, no?)

2. What is your dream career?
Admittedly, being an English teacher. That's it. That's as good as it gets for me. Which, I'm in grad school now (eugh) for education. I found this college that has a great teaching program and I could work on my Master's in secondary ed while I was an undergrad and only have to take one year of grad school here, as well. And thus, I am graduated as of May 19, I am taking summer classes for my grad year, and I'm certified to teach in New York State. EEK. But outside of that and to cut this answer short, I briefly flirted with the idea of an editor, a museum curator, a novelist, and/or a dictionary writer. Not kidding.

3. If your twelve-year-old self could see you now, what about your life now would surprise her?
She'd probably be confused as to why I write gay porn on the internet, ahahaha. No, but, outside of that, she'd be really impressed I graduated college unscathed. I remember having this paralyzing fear, even as a kid, that being 18 was this HUGE deal and graduating COLLEGE was even bigger. It's still kind of scary to know that I'll be in the "real world" in about a year.

4. Do you think you're more like your mom or more like your dad?
Mom. Hands down. My dad and I don't really get along too well (or at all. Ever.) so I don't know if it's genes or by my own doing that I grew up to be more like my mom. My older sister is so much like my father, it's disgusting. Alas.

5. Are you a morning person?
Yes and no. After my first cup of coffee, yes. Which is why I've never had a 9 am class. :) But that whole...teacher career is kind of a damper because hello, I have to be perky and awake at 730 to mold young minds. Blah. And I always seem to have a case of the Mondays.

These were kind of fun. If anyone else feels like asking me anything, fandomy, personally, philosophically, feel free to. I'll add it onto this post!

My sixteen cents.

Sun, 08 Jun 2008 06:45:23 GMT

There's always a risk putting someone up on a pedestal. And it sucks, but we do it with all sorts of people and things, myself included. And it sucks to put celebrities up there, to hold them to that higher standard when really, they're just normal folks. But the risk you run is, they do something that completely shatters your image of them and you can never ever get that elevation back, no matter how hard you try. And trust me, I've tried to do that with people in the past and it just does not work.

So Jared and Sandy broke off their engagement. Does that mean they're officially broken up? Call it denial, but I'm choosing not to believe that, and I don't even like Sandra that much. Have I speculated? Absolutely, but only in private, and that's where it will stay, and I'm uninterested in hearing anyone else's babbling on it. And maybe that's me being in denial, or choosing what bits and pieces of information to hold onto in hopes they'll be the truth.

It's been said a few times already, but man. I just wish fandom and gossipmongerers would ease up off their backs. As part of a fandom, we really do feel entitled to every. Single. Piece. Of information. Ever. It's unfair. Most of us lock up our real names and personal information so tight, and yet, we crave how many nose hairs So-and-so trims a day and what they had for breakfast on the morning of October 21st and how many calories it was. I don't really get why, and I don't really deny getting caught up in that, but when it comes down to something that's painful and heartbreaking for normal people, fandom and society at large just NEEDS TO KNOW.

I'm not pointing blame, I'm not saying those who choose to bury their noses in the details of why are bad people. To each his own. Frankly, I'm too preoccupied with my studies right now (and how bloody hot it is in this dorm room!) to sit here and scour every fansite, LJ comm, and ONTD post for new information and details and OMGDIDYOUHEAR THAT. It's like I'm back in high school and the head cheerleader got pregnant, and Girl X slept with Guy Y and made Girl Z angry. I'm too tired to worry over that right now.

I firmly believe this about Chad Michael Murray (and let me just say, people need to stop saying Jared is Chad and this is Chad's influence and blah de blah, because it probably ain't, alright?) and I'm going to say it about this "maybe" situation with Jared; if it's true, he is HUMAN and SO MANY PEOPLE do this every single day. It's just magnified because they are famous. And being famous does not deny you the right to be a person, a real live person, and have emotions and feelings and frustrations and wants and needs. We all know people who make mistakes. We ARE people who make mistakes. We are people who grieve and hurt and aren't ready for big steps. Hell, I know I'm not.

Will I be upset if it does turn out to be true? Very much so. And maybe that's the denial thing again. But this is what happens when you put someone on that pedestal, whether they belong there or not. This is the risk we run. I'll still be a fan of Jared's, and I'll try my hardest to remember that I have no real right being involved in his personal life and that, regardless, things happen.

And not everyone is going to agree with me. But damn, it's 245 am and I'm exhausted and I just...want what's best. Dig?

CSI, 8x17 "For Gedda"

Wed, 21 May 2008 21:19:22 GMT

SPOILERS.

That clear enough? :)

Okay. I know I never post about CSI, but I'm pretty sure this was my first TV fandom, so I'm allowed to be making exceptions, dig? And thank God for OnDemand, too.

I figure I owe this episode a review or recap or whatever it is I do. And I don't even know if any of you even like CSI. Point is, Warrick was one of my favorite characters and since Gary Dourdan is leaving, I suppose I owe it one last hurrah before I completely give up on the cop shows and medical dramas and all that.

The entire episode was really heartbreaking and emotionally investing. Which, sigh, I miss about CSI. The first few seasons were really intense and holy shit, I swear. I think that ended in season 5 with Nick's kidnapping and that whole storyline. It kind of became mechanical and jerky and really boring to me. Even Sara's leaving was blah. (It's also no secret I hated Sara and Jorja Fox, but that's just personal preference.) She should have been given a send-off, but. I guess this is why I'm not in TV.

I found myself wishing and hoping the entire episode that Warrick was innocent. Lo and behold, he was. I haven't been on the literal or figurative edge of my seat for this show since the s5 finale. Seriously. Then again, I really wasn't watching much thanks to Supernatural, but even with the Greg stuff from last season (for those who aren't aware, I would love to have Greg Sanders' babies.) was boring to me. The only highlight of that was KFed and Jim Beaver, whom I only knew from Supernatural so it was like OMG SUPERNATURAL ON CSI! (There's theories I have about that.)

What really did me in and made me tear up was after he was proven innocent and processed out, the five original team members had dinner together. They were laughing and talking and happy. And then... Sigh.

It sucks that Gary Dourdan left, and it sucks that they killed Warrick. I feel really awful for Warrick. Between Holly Gribbs, the gambling, his failed (??) marriage, and now this shit. Not to mention Gary's real life drug problems. Man, it's awful. I wish I had more words for this, you know? I wish I had something better to say. Alas.

To be honest, I think my days of CSI live airings are over. With people leaving, it's...just left a sour taste in my mouth, plus I'm just not interested anymore. The thing is, I could watch the re-runs on Spike for days and days and still be entertained and amazed. Hell, I even tried to get into the CSI exhibit when it came to Boston. And still, I think my love affair is over for a little while.

Still doesn't change that I want to bang Greg Sanders into next week. Mmm, mm. Nerds.

Supernatural, 3x16 "No Rest For the Wicked"

Fri, 16 May 2008 02:15:16 GMT

SPOILERS.

That clear enough? :)

I LOVE YOU, ERIC KRIPKE. "Carry On My Wayward Son" for the opening? LEGIT? GOD.

God, I love the cinematography. Kim Manners, I fucking love you. (Sidenote, kelex pointed out that what if the crazy face he saw Sam make was his "demon face" like he saw in the officer? Dun dun DUUUUUUUUN!)

New Harmony, Indiana. Seems inconspicuous enough. ..Right?

Sam is just like his father, summoning a demon to come "fix things". When will those bastards learn? And he can save Dean by going darkside. We all saw that coming. Or that Ruby's luring them into a trap. Someone is going darkside tonight and by God, it will be wonderful.

DEMON FIGHT. DELICIOUS. I love that they're working with camera angles and fight sequences instead of flashy effects and crap. Sigh. Low budget productions always turn out better for me.

Lilith is fucking frightening. This is the number one reason I don't want kids. Really. Children. Shudder. This is the epitome of a demon child, literally. I feel bad for parents whose kids are just as bratty.

Bon Jovi. Oh Bon Jovi. What's worse is that Jensen purposely didn't try to sing well...and Jared? Well. That poor thing.

I love that they're infiltrating this town. And that Sam looks like a ruthless killer. Delicious. This town is whacko. Crazy show. But really, my heart is pounding and I'm about to puke everywhere from how EXCITED I am.

I'm so not looking forward to Dean going to Hell. Mostly because I don't want to see Sam so broken. :x His death was gruesome. And Lilith is a BIIIIIIIIIIITCH for making Sam watch. (Sidenote: No WONDER Jensen was all sobbing about set because of this. God, that's horrible. I want to say "That's what he gets" but man. No one deserves that.) God, poor Sam. Poor DEAN. God. :'[ Why did this have to happen? :( Poor Dean, chained up in Hell and WHAFOWVBROW:R.

kripke said it best: as far as season finale's go? This one rocks. I'm so devestated and eager and anxious and HOW THE HELL CAN I WAIT UNTIL SEPTEMBER FOR THIS? Oh man. I just...applause and cupcakes and roses for Kripke and Friends. Amazing episode. Truly amazing.

WHY CAN'T IT BE SEPTEMBER NOW??

Supernatural, 3x15 "Time is on My Side"

Fri, 09 May 2008 02:07:15 GMT

SPOILERS.

That clear enough? :)

For the record, I really enjoy Jared speaking Latin. Just saying. And his hair is longer, more European male model. I don't know why that's so hot to me.

Furthermore, Billy Drago aka Doc Benson = villain from Adventures of Brisco County, Jr. :]

Sidenote: Do not eat while watching this episode. I had a few Funyuns and I feel like I might hurl.

I agree with Rufus. If either Winchester survives, they'll probably wind up like him. And while it's sad, at least they're alive. Then again, we saw in "Mystery Spot" that Sam would keep hunting, trying to get vengeance. Dean? Man, I don't know what he'd do if Sam died. And part of me doesn't want to find out, at all. However, I do agree that Sam shouldn't be chasing this creepy doctor down for "the magic pill" or whatever. I do admire his commitment to keeping Dean alive. Sigh. This show.

Well, Doc's made of other people's body parts. GOD. Kripke, you win at this horror business. Grossed me right the heck out. And I've seen Zombie more than once. And this episode is killin' me.

God, Bela. I almost forgot how much I love to hate her for everything, how much I love to blame her for stuff.--Wait. She killed her parents? At FOURTEEN?! For INHERITANCE? I have the sneaking suspicion she didn't do it by herself. And whomever she called? Probably Lilith.

You know, I kind of knew that Dean wouldn't accept the immortality. Because truth be told, science or not, living forever has GOT to suck. Didn't anyone read Tuck Everlasting? That, and while the Winchesters have suitcases full of issues, the whole organ stealing to survive thing is not on their resume.

What the heck does this woman think she's doing?--Devil's shoestring. Holding Hellhounds back. Made a deal. POW. Predictable, kinda. And now she's begging for help. What a bitch. And guess what. It's Lilith. GOD, BELA IS A BITCH. Peace out, hooker. Peace out.

Wow. The only highlight of that episode for me was vaguely finding out what Bela's deal was, heh. Deal. In any event, I do think that was the perfect way for her to go. Ringading, deal's up, here come the hounds. She got what she deserved. I'm glad to be rid of her. I do miss Ruby, though. Kudos, Kripke & Co., for killing Bela the right way.

Next week seems pretty intense. I may chew all my nails off and/or cry for days. I feel like this episode wasn't a good build-up to last week's, the way last year's pre-finale and finale episodes were. Alas, time will tell. And Season 4 will, too.

Supernatural, 3x14 "Long Distance Call"

Fri, 02 May 2008 14:42:16 GMT

SPOILERS.

That clear enough? :)

I've been saving this since 12 hours ago.

RAIMI AND CAMPBELL

Now that that's out of my sy--

RAIMI AND CAMPBELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111oneone11111111~!!11111

There. There we go. All better. RAIMIANDCAMPBELL. And? Sam was Campbell. For those who don't know, I roleplayed Bruce Campbell for roughly a year and a half. And I love him. Deeply. Wholly. Totally. Immensely. Am I insane, yes. But hee. :> HEEEEEEEEE. :] Hee.

I missed the first 5 mintues of the ep (thanks, bad day, for making me go to the mall and windowshop) but I kind of pieced together what was going on. However, I'm about to state an unpopular opinion (OH GOD NO):

This episode felt like it was from season one.

I SAID IT. I SAID IT. Here's the reason. Jensen and Jared were good. The plot was intriguing and comical (Jeremy Carver, do me, okay?). HOWEVER. It was waaaaay more than a little teeny bit obvious that ~*~TEH DEM0NZ~*~ was calling the people to swallow their souls (OMG EVIL DEAD, GOD I LOVE THESE PEOPLE FOR BEING NERDS) and keepaofthecheez mentioned that, really, Dean was more "over the top" than Sam, which...is also true. :/ Sorry Deangirls/Jensengirls. Or maybe my BIG EPIC LOVE for Jared is showing again, I don't know. Either way, Lanie or whomever the Jailbait for the episode was, man. She belongs with whats-her-face from "Hookman". That is about how memorable she is. I think her acting was mediocre at best.

And here comes the OMG PRAISE:

I really liked the effects in this episode. You can..tell..that their budget is, uh, lacking. HOWEVER. They make the best of what they have, and I think that's true to Kripke's horror roots. Not to be a big RaimiCampbell fangirl (in case no one knew it already), but Sam Raimi INVENTED new camera angles and types that are used in the big budget shit today. Shakycam. 360 cam. All that shit is his. And he did it with plywood and a puking Bruce. So. Props to Kripnasty for reinventing the wheel, so to speak.

I also got a good scare when Jailbait's mom came up behind her in the webcam. I think that's a good reason why I keep mine OFF. That was about the only scary moment of the episode.

Also? The chick flick bullshit at the end? Snort. Was I supposed to believe Dean was actually, like, taking a step back and realizing he's gon' die? ..I was? Damn. Because I believed it MORE when Ruby kicked his ass about it during "Jus in Bello" but. I guess this is why no one reads this journal and/or my reviews, huh? :)

Next week looks DELICIOUS. In a very "OMG GUTS" kind of way. Which...I expected to see. AND FURTHERMORE, what IS it with Jared's characters being strapped to tables and almost killed? Or, in poor Wade's case, waxified. Sux2bhim. But omg :> Billy Drago, aka creepy doctor from 3x15, was on The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr. AND YOU KNOW WHO ELSE WAS IN IT? Bruce Campbell, thank you. This is one step closer to him being IN the show. Dear Lord, if that ever happens, I will plotz all over. And weep with joy. And demand pictures of Jared and Bruce ~~to put next to my bed while I sleep~~...make icons from... :|

Supernatural, 3x13 "Ghostfacers"

Fri, 25 Apr 2008 02:39:10 GMT

SPOILERS.

That clear enough? :)

Oh my word, I missed this SHOW. I MISSED ALL MY SHOWS. GAH.

This episode was brilliant. I loved it. From Ghostfacers.com launched last week to 10:01, I loved it. The little jabs at real life situations and the big epic gay homo love of Sam and Dean that seems to be oozing all over, it's like. Sigh. :]

What I really liked was how it was presented like Ghost Hunters/Most Haunted. I'm a huge fan of Ghost Hunters and I sat there with GLEE about the entire time. Sighsighsighsighsiiiiiigh. They nailed the reality ghost shows perfectly. Kudos, Kripke and Friends.

Another little tidbit I clung to merrily was all the ad-libbing. Kripke mentioned it in an interview either this week or last about that, and I loved that reality show vibe about it. I love that this script was probably roughly 35 pages long, with a lot of SAM: [ad-lib about ghosts] DEAN: [respond to ad-lib]. It really helped pull it all together for me. Rock on, man.

The thing that I have complaint with (and I wouldn't be me if I didn't complain) is Corbett. Dustin Milligan, that cutiepie. I went into this expecting his character to steal my heart, and don't get me wrong, he did! But when the psychoghost rammed that rod through his neck, I about threw my TV out the window. In under a half hour, Corbett absolutely made me believe in the naivety that comes with being new to the world of the supernatural. I've been there, we've all been there, and Dustin Milligan really pulled it off. I'm absolutely PISSED they killed him, though. The one redeeming quality is that he came back to serve vengeance from Big Gay Love, but even then. Why's the gay guy gotta die, man? :(

Another thing I brought up to kittyhead was...how do you tell Corbett's parents what happened? I know I'm not supposed to bust down that fourth wall and think of things as is, but there's a reason meta and the companion books and whatnot get written. Point is, after killing the sweet kid and having Ed deliver this really heartfelt speech about how awesome Corbett was, you expect me to just PRETEND like they go back, edit the film, and not go get the kid's body or tell his parents or anything? This show does a great job of tying up those ends, but where the fuck is this tie? Did I miss it?

All in all, I laughed, I cried, and this is my number 2 favorite episode, right after "Hell House" (see a trend with Harry and Ed here?). I'm a bit bummed there's only a few episodes left of the season to wrap things up, but I've got faith that Kripke will do all he can do with the budget cuts (peace out Bela, you skank :X) and make this demon war really bitchin'.

I cannot wait until next Thursday. :D

One Tree Hill, 5x12 "One Hundred"

Wed, 19 Mar 2008 15:31:14 GMT

SPOILERS.

That clear enough? :)

w/e, w/e, 12 hours late.

I just have one word for this entire episode.

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!

The entire...THING. My mouth was just hanging open. I was a wee bit spoiled, and some of it was kind of predictable, but GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. I was so flustered and angry and joyful and bwah.

First of all, NO ONE FUCKS WITH JAMIE. GO AWAY, NANNY CARRIE, YOU BIG HO.

Second of all, I firmly believe that Lucas had no idea the comet in his new book was a reference to Peyton's Comet. I also don't like that Lindsey jumped to conclusions and it was all set in stone, like WHY YES IT WAS, I WILL NOT MARRY YOU, GOODBYE. I really, truly think that Lucas does love Lindsey. And he said, "I do," to bury those feelings for Peyton and get it all clear. (Sidenote, regardless of what Brooke says, Peyton was right; he said "I do," end of story.) So, like, Mark Schwahn, stop effing with my heart already. And for the record, I am still not a fan of Lucas/Lindsey OR Lucas/Peyton.

Third of all, Dan saving Jamie was predictable. And he's doing it to get in good with Nathan and Haley. Boooooooooooring. But I still found it exciting. WEIRD.

Fourth of all, I'm officially coming out and saying that Haley is a huge bitch this season and I don't like it and really, I'd rather see Nathan happy. I sincerely thought she was accusing Nate for Jamie going missing, and I was so INCENSED. And I hope she realizes what her selfishness and distrust is doing to her kid. Just sayin'.

All in all, I did like the episode. I liked the dream/fantasy sequences, and I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. It's good to see One Tree Hill back to being a believable, relatable show.

But no new episodes until April 14? EW.