I know they're barely mine, anymore, but those J-boys...there's nothing like them, their mellow domesticity, their fan-affection, their buddiness...

They miss each other when they go on trips! They shoot each other when they're bored!


There is a photograph in the world of Jared's dogs sleeping in Jensen's bed with him.


I STILL LOVE YOU, J-BOYS, AND I ALWAYS WILL, OKAY?
Author's notes on the fic I'm reading:

Jared and Jensen do not live together. (When I started this story, that idea was still utterly unrealistic).

*SPORFLE*

It's so TRUUUUUUUUUUUE
Completely finished season three, w00t!


(Also, I am guiltily glad I didn't see it until now. All summer? I woulda died.)



Also, is it my tinhat or did Jared Cut for gag reel spoilers ) on Jensen?
Hey, guess what, y'all: a bright spot in all this misery!

I've won an Oscar!

Cut for image )

It's only one out of several categories, but some of the categories were pretty far-fetched, and this is the category I cared about, so I'm really happy.

THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO TOOK THE TIME TO VOTE FOR ME. YOU ALL ARE SO AWESOME!!






ETA:

Also OMG I GOT TO HEAR PANIC LIVE THIS MORNING! VOICEMALS FROM AUSTRALIA FOR THE WIN! Oh, [livejournal.com profile] shihadchick, you made me smile so much, you have no idea.
All right, um, I feel a little silly?

But my enormous J2 fic, Common Knowledge, was nominated for five SPN Slash Oscars--Best Romance, Best Humour/Crack, Best Plot, Best Characterization, and Best Supporting Cast--and this morning the voting posts went up!

And I am ridiculously flattered to have even been nominated, it's supremely awesome, but now, apparently, is the time to ask you to go vote.

So, if you're a member of the Supernatural fandom...vote for me? Or vote for somebody, really, I'm totally down with that, every story nominated is wonderful, and if you haven't read them all, think about doing it! And then come back and vote!
I know I have to write this from ONE PERSON'S point of view.

THE ENTIRE PLOT FALLS APART, otherwise.

It feels completely unnatural, however.

*sigh*

Somebody send Twizzlers. I will look at them every time I need inspiration.
All of you should be aware that if anybody deserves Jared?

Sandy does

*hearts the gal*


ETA: OMG Do you think they'll announce the marriage at the con? THEY LOVE US SO MUCH, THEY TOTALLY WOULD. I BET THAT'S WHAT IT IS.
Between the fact that Common Knowledge, my epic J-squared fic, is finally up and unalterable and stuff, and the amazingly kind feedback I have been getting, I want to talk a little bit about the experience. Mostly to articulate the stuff in my own head.

Cut because many of you are sick of hearing about this fic, and also for spoilers, I guess )
So, my fic's beta was not going to be able to work on it for a couple of weeks after I sent it to her.

This is great! I said to myself. You will for once in your life be forced to not immediately post this fic and then two days later discover everything that is wrong with it!

You will not look at this fic again until you have your beta's notes on it, I commanded myself. Fresh eyes! That's what you need! I told myself.

...I think I lasted two days. Since then, there have been revisions.

I weep for my willpower.

No wonder I suck at Nanoing.

I am a crazy person. *uses icon to express self fully*
"I read on another blog that a woman who had laryngitis mouthed "thank you" to Jensen in the autograph line, he, I guess thinking she was deaf, signed "you're welcome" back to her."


...

I just. Cannot even. *flaps hands wordlessly and meaninglessly...UNLIKE JENSEN*

THIS CON.

IF I HAD BEEN THERE MY BRAIN WOULD HAVE EXPLODED.

AS IT IS, THE REPORTS ARE MAKING ME HYPERVENTILATE!!!!
Oh, BOYS.

I heart each and every person attending this con and telling us about you.

Especially because, SERIOUSLY? The tin hats are building themselves, here. *dead of boyz*
*uses this emoticon for the first time ever*

\o/

I just passed ten thousand words AND I only have a chapter and a half left! GO ME!!
I promised myself I would not catch up on SGA until I finished writing this fic, because SGA wrecks my J2/Spn voice like no other.

My spoiler policy for SGA is: they will not keep me from the fic and icons. I do not actively seek them out, but I do not mind.

So. I just saw a very pretty icon post, which tells me the episodes have been awesome.

Blast.

*goes back to niggling at Bunny from Hell*

P.S. I apologise for spamming but when I am writing I am on the computer and when I am frustrated with writing this journal is right there.
HAH!

THE END IS IN SIGHT!!

I have just written the pivotal chapter!

Except I kinda didn't write the pivotal scene. I sorta skipped it.

But still!
This fic is SEVEN. THOUSAND. WORDS. LONG.

Also? Nobody's even thought a romantic thought yet.

I bet this is at least half as long as it would have needed to be for BIG BANG, for Kripke's sake.

Also, my MS fic is due in less than a month, and this thing is taking all my attention and energy.

I kinda hate my muse.
I love the new Jen interview, of course, but its main effect seems to have been making me want to insert bathroom wall writings into my freaking fic.

BEWARE.
Can anybody tell me how my silly, cracky little J2 bunny is somehow turning into an EPIC?

It has MULTIPLE. CHAPTERS. And it is all serious and full of flangst. And also Sandy was supposed to be the PoV character and instead she hasn't even SHOWN UP yet.

Lordee, somebody tell me that the writers of the "Sick 'Verse" and its sister-fics intended them to be that long...
Most of you who I've talked J2 with know I have a bulletproof kink for Sadie and Harley as a catalyst. I love the squishy domestic stuff anyway, but bring in the puppies and I'm a big grinning puddle on the floor.

If you have any interest in squishy domestic J2, click this link. (It's a newly translated interview.) (Spoiler-free, btw.)

OH, BOYS!!!
Dear Spn/J2 fandom,

I know in the past few days I saw a reference to a community celebrating Jared's birthday. I am sitting outside B&N and really in the mood to love Jared a lot. Can somebody link me to it? I can't recall the handle of the comm for the life of me.

Yours in Jared-solidarity,

Lu







Dear RL People,

I know that you either a) think the rest of us are crazy, b) don't get in until like one in the morning on the red-eye from New York, or c) are being forced to sell people cosmetics two hours away before you can get down here. However, um...I love you a lot? I forgot to go buy myself dinner and water before setting up, and am now hugely paranoid that the second I leave someone else will show up and claim my place, and I want the "number one spot" wristband to frame and hang next to my Nicolson's napkin almost as much as I want Ginny to NOT BE INVOLVED IN THE FINAL BATTLE IN ANY WAY WHATSOEVER. (Please, dear JK.) So if any of you could be moved to pity me enough to either come hold my place or come take my credit card away from me and purchase my dinner for me, I will totally buy you dinner too.

Yours in hunger,

Lu





Dear LJ/SixApart/THEMAN,

When I asked my flist not to be asshats, I was talking to you, too. I realise you don't have me friended back, and that I was actually talking about spoilers, but still? Request stands.

Also, picking this weekend? Incredibly low blow.

Yours in disgust,

Lu

P.S. Have you NOTICED YET that every time you do this people stop purchasing things from you? Has that GIVEN YOU A CLUE yet? I was considering a permanent account--me! the extremely broke!--right up until Strikethrough. STOP PUSHING YOUR LIMITS, will you please, if we have to relocate we'll lose people and communities again.

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