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I have the Beastie Boys and the Zombies' lyrics mixing in my head right now. It's not a pretty picture.

I sent an email off to Rhonda a little while ago asking (begging) if she'll call in an antibiotic scrip for me, since to my not-inexperienced self, my cold's morphed from a cold into something resembling a sinus infection/bronchitis mix. Coughing, wheezing, sinus pain/pressure, low-grade fever that comes and goes, body aches. Yeah, we're having fun now! Bleh. It's the wheezing that's most troubling, because it takes so little to push my asthma over from controlled to out-of-control.

Meanwhile, my exchange story, which was barreling along nicely last night, has stalled out. It's hard to get motivated to write when you feel like roadkill, but I'm going to give it a shot here in a little bit.

I've seen a lot of folks on my flist tallying up their writing for the past year. Mine looks something like this:

SPN (mostly Sam/Dean, a couple of others): 11 stories, ~26,325 words
RPS (Jared/Jensen): 6 stories, ~46,910 words

Total: 17 stories, ~73,235 words

There were probably a few comment ficlets and some drabbles scattered in amongst there, but yeah. Not my most productive year, which is really kind of funny when you consider that I've been unemployed since August. I think I need to consider that, when I'm looking at goals for 2010.

I had some other stuff I wanted to ponder, but it's stuff best flocked and filtered, so I'll leave that for another time (hopefully a time also when my head doesn't feel like it's about to explode). Ugh.

Now to see what I can do with Sam and Dean.

Title: An Irresistible Force
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1600
Spoilers: Definitely spoilers for 5x09, "The Real Ghostbusters"
Warnings: None
Summary:"Partners, or partners, like us?" Sam's right up in Dean's personal space, looming, pressing in on him, holding him against the door with nothing but the weight of his body.
A/N: I blame girlmostlikely for this. She said I was easy! So obviously I had to, um. Prove her right? Anyway. Just a little coda to 5x09, because obviously the way Dean was smiling meant after they talked they were going to have hot monkey sex. Obviously. Also, yikes, it's been a while since I wrote Sam/Dean. It felt good; hopefully it turned out that way. Hope y'all enjoy :)



( An Irresistible Force )

Title: The Hell To Be Endured Hereafter
Pairing: None, this is Gen (Dean)
Rating: PG
Words: 244
Spoilers/Warnings: Vague for S4, PTSD
Disclaimer: Sadly, they're not mine.
A/N: Trying to start writing again is kind of like riding a bike after a long time. Muscle memory is there, but things feel stiff. This is me, working out the kinks.
Summary: Dean's out of Hell, but is Hell out of Dean?


( The Hell To Be Endured Hereafter )

Title:Oubliette
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating:NC-17
Word Count: ~1000
Spoilers/Warnings: Watersports
Disclaimer: I don't own them, sadly.
Summary: Sam really needs to take a leak, and the rain isn't helping.
A/N: Written for the blindfold_spn meme, for the prompt: Sam/Dean: Sam and Dean get trapped somewhere (tight space, your choice) and Sam has to piss really bad. He's pressed up against Dean when he loses it, and pisses them both. Turns out they get off on it and they both come from the experience. I had fun with it; hopefully y'all will enjoy it :)



( Oubliette )

The "You Should Write..." Meme!
my thread here

All right, y'all. Hit me :)

Michael Jackson, dead from cardiac arrest.

I didn't care for him much, particularly with all the child molestation issues, but man. It's like...well. It's the end of an era. RIP, Michael. I hope your afterlife is less troubled than this life was.

RIP Farrah Fawcett, as well.

What a shock this day has provided.

Title: So Sweet You Make My Mouth Water
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~3200
Spoilers/Warnings: Pre-series, underage (Sam is 14), spanking
Disclaimer: Still not mine. Still not making any money.
Summary: Sammy tastes like salt and sugar, and Dean knows he shouldn't know this. Shouldn't know how his brother tastes in the early morning, light filtering through thin curtains; shouldn't know how he tastes after a long run, or sets of pushups or sit-ups
A/N: Written for rivers_bend, who asked very nicely, and then felt guilty. No worries, honey, truly. Big Bang will get written, I promise. This wasn't supposed to be 3200 words, though. I figured about 500 or so, when I offered. Ah, well. Thanks to cormallen for lending me her eyes and her time, to look it over. ::snugs:: Hope y'all enjoy it :)




( So Sweet You Make My Mouth Water )

Getting there!

*squashes urge to panic*

I didn't even get a chance to clear the threshhold of my door before Matthew announced he has two (not just one, but TWO!) book reports due... TOMORROW.

Book reports he's known about for NINE FUCKING WEEKS.

And can I please do them for him, because I type better and faster than him. I said I'd be happy to type up whatever he dictates, but he owes me something big for this, because he's known for NINE FUCKING WEEKS. *dies*

So now, I'm sitting here checking my email and I said (casually), "by the way, you DO have an outline/guideline sheet to follow for this, right?" And he got this... look...on his face, and now he's digging through his bookbag in what is NOT a reassuring manner, muttering "maybe it's down here at the bottom".

I suspect he's going to be one unhappy boy...

Yep. I'm right. He can't find it.

ETA: And he just keeps making it better and better. He doesn't even have all the reading done. He then told me he has "one done, but I couldn't type fast enough", and got all tongue-tied when I asked "why did you tell me I needed to type two for you?" He finally admitted that no, he doesn't actually have any done. Or all the reading. So I suggested to him that he go upstairs and pick out some books from his bookshelf, and he said "so you're saying I should just plan to do four?" (If he doesn't turn in two tomorrow, he then has to turn in four, to make up for it.) I said yes, exactly, and I would help him with the reading.

He said "I'm not doing it. I don't care if I get an F, I'm not doing it." So I told him he was to go up to his room and stay there until he catches a clue -- without turning on his TV, or his radio, or any gaming systems.

I'm not going to do the goddamn book reports for him. I will help him with his reading/comprehension, because he has a lot of trouble with those. I will type the reports up for him -- but he has to work on the reading and he definitely has to have an idea in mind with the reports. Typing them and doing them are two different things, and I'm not doing his damn homework for him. Not when he's had two months to do it.

And upon further consideration, I think this icon I'm using sums things up nicely, actually.

I ended up staying home today -- I woke up about 230a this morning and felt like complete and utter crap. Why is it you *always* feel worse before you feel better? Geez.

But! The point of this post (and pop people, please note the icon *g*) is that today is my 7th anniversary on LJ. *takes a moment to boggle*

Not bad for someone who had to be talked into getting an LJ account, huh?

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I want to say thank you to all of you for being a part of this. Messageboard, reference source, support, entertainment, and so much more. I've had some losses and pain directly related to LJ, but the joy and friendship and love I've received FAR outweigh that.

*hugs all of you*