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QuotesBeing gay in Hollywood is kinda like being gay in the military. Don’t ask, don’t tell. For all their talk of the glamour and glitter of the West side, it’s still better to be caught snorting coke up your nose than sucking cock down your throat. Which is kinda funny, considering how many do one because of the other.
In a Mirror Distorted and Indistinct
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"It's only words and that is all..."
Sunday, February 7th 2010 1:57am
Know what's depressing?
Looking over old unfinished fic you've got gathering dust on your hard drive and thinking "This could actually be something amazing" while all the while knowing you'll never ever finish them.
Know how many unfinished SPN fic I have? 10 Jensen/Jared and 12 Sam/Dean. Some only a paragraph or two. Some a few pages. Two of them are over ten thousand words. And they're all deaddeadead. *headdesk*
( Examples. Cut cos it got longCollapse )
 | Mood: blank |
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Sunday, July 26th 2009 4:38pm
Stolen from various people: the WIP meme: post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.
He seems younger, more childlike somehow, but still at the same time there are moments when Jared looks into Jensen's eyes and the depth he sees there are filled with centuries of wariness.
Jensen is so used to being the weird one in a sea of normal that it hadn’t even occurred to him that this place, this school, is made up of the odd ones, the ones that probably never fit into any group no matter what school they came from.
When they get home Jared heads straight for bed but Jensen stands for over an hour in the bathroom, staring at his face in the mirror, and tries to figure out where he ends and Dean begins.
Someone is saying ‘He’s awake!’ and ‘Jensen, can you hear me?’ but it sounds like an old 45 played at a 78’s speed, slow and moaning and it makes him think he must be dreaming.
“I thought we were the Hardy boys,” Jared says with a frown and Jensen falls into a fit of giggles, snorting “Hardy” and coughing sweet smoke out of his nostrils as Jared steals his joint.
Even if Jared towered over the man by a good four inches, Jensen Ackles, with his piercing green eyes and clenched jaw, wasn’t someone he’d like to meet in a dark alley.
“I’m not going to drop to my knees and suck you in front of my mom, Jen,” Jared says frustrated, “so I think you’re pretty safe from being outed.”
He tightens the hold on the coffee cup in his hand but he can feel it slipping through his sweaty fingers, his heart beating insanely fast in his chest and however much he tries he can’t catch his breath.
“I know, you thought you’d get married and have lots of gay little Sasquatches with doe eyes and duck lips, running around in rainbow clothes.”
He gets this irrational fear that it really means Jensen is pushing him out of his life, that if he walks out that door that’s the end of everything.
“Or possibly bi because there was you and I loved you, I really did, and before that it was Becky and she was nice but now I’m all in love with this guy and he’s definitely not a girl even if he can be kinda girly but…”
They sit in comfortable silence, munching on pizza as Leonardo di Caprio slowly turns into an icicle, and then whoop loudly when he finally slips into the water.
And these are just the J2 ones. *g*
 | Mood: naughty |
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Thursday, November 20th 2008 7:58pm
Did Gmail change its color scheme or am I just going insane? Both reasons are just as likely. Never mind.
Just got home an hour ago. Long day. First there was a school thingy with the girl, they sang, read poetry and did a little play (she was a rock. Best rock ever, I told her, and she scowled at me. lol) and line dancing. Considering the theme was the Icelandic language that seemed a little off center.
Then drive hubby to his work before going to mine. Then work. Then drive home to get the girl and drive back to work because they were having a Xmas thingy, making cards and wrist warmers and having cocoa and waffles. It was fun even if I think I made my wrist warmers too small. *pouts* Then finally home again where hubby had dinner ready but had to leave before he had time to eat any. So now I'm just waiting for it to be eight o'clock so I can put the kids to bed and crash on the couch.
Yeah, no writing today except for some scribbling in my notebook during lunch. Maybe I'll do some tonight if I'm not too tired. *yawns*
I have my first physical therapy session tomorrow. I felt stupid and called to ask if I was supposed to bring something or wear something special. She told me to just come in my regular clothes since the first time is just evaluation and stuff. I should have time to watch SPN before I go, hopefully. I guess my tension level will depend upon how that goes? (DON'T SPOIL ME!) And hubby's gonna pick up the kids tomorrow so I'm going writing after work. I hope I'll be in the zone, I really want to finish this before the end of month but I doubt I will.
Here have a snippet. Nothing earth shattering, I just thought it was cute: ( Under hereCollapse )
 | Mood: tired |
Snippety snip snip
Monday, August 18th 2008 10:23pm
Snippet time
Saturday, December 22nd 2007 12:05am
Mememememe
Friday, August 3rd 2007 3:29am
Well.. I've done this quite a few times before but now it's an official meme so...
Picked up from all over: When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
(If you've read any of it before... well, like I said, I've done this a few times. I don't remember what snippets I've posted.)
( BuffyficCollapse )
( Buffy/SPN crossoverCollapse )
( Brokeback Mountain RPSCollapse )
( SPN fic, gen and slashCollapse )
( Jensen/Jared stuffCollapse )This is what I waste my time doing until half past three in the morning when I should be writing or having sex or, I don't know, sleeping? *headdesk*
 | Mood: sleepy |
Coming soon in a journal near you!
Friday, March 30th 2007 1:21am
To make up for all the emo-ing.
( Here, have some fic teasers. Dean/Sam and JsquaredCollapse )
And that's it for now, folks. Take care. Good night.
| Mood: sleepy |
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Tuesday, February 6th 2007 12:38am
I just spent almost 7 hours writing. *wipes sweat off brow and rubs sore buttocks* Man, it's fun when you're on a roll and the words flow instead of just stumble. If I'd had a pillow under my butt and the place had some decent grub I might have stayed longer. Alas I got tired and hungry and went home.
7 hours still only produced 8 pages and some re-writing. Man, I gotta learn to type faster. That Jsquared story which was supposed to be a short smut thing is turning into the tragic lovestory of Jensen's dick and Jared's butt. "It was their fate to love but never meet." Seriously, I'm closing in on 14.000 words and still no contact. It's sad. I think I might loose my smut license.
Met one of my favourite students at the cafe. Don't worry, he's legal, and it's not like that anyway. Not that he's not cute even if he has dreadlocks and a beard, just not really my type. But he spends a lot of time at the library and sometimes we chat about stuff. He didn't ask me what I was writing though, thank god, or look over my shoulder to take a peek like I've had some people not so subtly do. (That's why I usually snap it shut when people I know spot me writing and come over to talk.)
Hmmm, I feel this is a boring post. Would you like a snippet from the Jensen!dick/Jared!bum fic?
( Under a cut for those who don't like being spoiled, even for fic. Unbeta'd and far from done.Collapse )
And that's all you get, folks. Good night!
 | Mood: accomplished |
Frustration and teasers
Wednesday, December 13th 2006 12:52am
Ok, that one obviously was a big flop. *sighs*
Everything I'm writing is depressing. I mean, Every. Single. Thing.
I have like... *counts* 12 different projects in the works and not one of them is angstfree. God! I mean, I love angst but enough is enough, you know? I want to write something funny or schmoopy or just plain porn but I can't come up with anything. And it's not like I don't have enough prompts. I've got icon prompts and Fetish prompts and Five things prompts and fanfic100 prompts and... nothing. Nothing is happening in my head. The silence, it echoes.
( Just look at this!Collapse )
A couple of them are actually more or less finished but I don't like them well enough to dump them on you. Even if it would mean they'd stop staring at me from the hard drive, mocking me. *kicks them*
Damn, another night I'm going way too late to bed. This new 5-hours-a-night sleep pattern I've developed is fucking exhausting. And stupid. I'm like the kids, I need someone to put me to bed or I'll just stay up forever. *groans*
| Mood: tired Music: Little Lies / Anna Ternheim |
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Thursday, September 1st 2005 11:29pm
Trying to shake myself out of this numb brain state. Took a two hour nap, then watched House, which I'm absolutely loving btw, and now I'm sitting here staring at the screen. Nothing is happening. Maybe my brain is still sleeping? Maybe it just never woke up this morning? Maybe it was abducted by aliens who took a look, giggled and implanted it in a frog in the Bahamas. I don't know.
Anyway, since I don't seem able to write anything I'm gonna taunt you with things already written but not ready for posting. Teasers, yeah that's the word I'm looking for.
( I can't think of any funny cut line. So... cut.Collapse )
That's all for now. Thank you and good night.
 | Mood: blah |
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