late nights, bright lights

So when I'm reading fic, but especially when I am reading a sex scene, the number one thing that ruins it for me is one tiny little typo. There are probably a hundred things that make it awkward for me, but the top of the list thing is seeing the word 'me' in dialogue when the writer meant to write 'my'. It just sounds so ... Scottish? Jamaican? Hilarious?

Writing in any sort of dialect weirds me out. I can usually hear it in my head, I don't need to read it on paper. Especially if the character is not Scottish or Jamaican. It is not sexy for me. It gives me a bad case of the giggles. I know it's a common typo. I do it sometimes. Cue the giggles.

In other 'porn is ruined forever' news, I tried my hand at some things for Porn Battle Ten this past week. I apologize sincerely.

( under here for links )

So that's what I've been doing. Still not comfortable writing smut. I feel like a tiny awkward human when I try.

We officially adopted Abby yesterday. She makes a lot of noise by just existing. She's also twice as big as I remember her.

Watched all of the cartoon series 'Archer' with Katie the day before last. It's kind of the most hilarious thing ever. I mean, it's terribly crude and vaguely offensive, but let's be honest, I have bad taste. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

And Grace Will Lead Me Home

by epiphanyx7 (a.k.a. epiphanyx7) and unavoidedcrisis (a.k.a. sunspot)
with illustrations by sleepwalker1015 
(and also epiphanyx7 kinda)

beta'd by character_bleed 

Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R (adults only)
Length: 45 000 words in 5 parts.
Warnings: Virgin sacrifices, reincarnation, body transformations, epic levels of manpain all over the place, shouting, sex, language, violence, mildly disturbing themes, puppies, ice cream, rainbows, blasphemy, semi-graphic torture, character death, het, slash, angst, goldfish, consensual fraternal incest.
Pairings: Gabriel/Sam/Castiel/Dean; (in all combinations).

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In order to stop the apocalypse, Dean kills Lucifer -- saving the world, and dying in the process. But Dean's journey is far from over -- the pact he made with Lilith for his soul did not end when an angel pulled him from depths of hell.

After the apocalypse, Castiel and Sam are left to pick up the shattered pieces of themselves. In the wake of Dean's death, things are not as easy as they used to be. Castiel finds himself trapped on Earth, with no hope of returning to the only home he's ever had, while Sam tries to remember who he is without his brother.

Man and angel have nothing in common, aside from their mutual bonds to a man now dead and a future they must forge together, now that the hands of fate have released them. And they will find a purpose, find out who they are, and more importantly, will find a reason to keep going... even in the face of danger, even with the knowledge with every passing second, Sam is closer to the end of his life.

And when he is gone, Castiel will be alone. Forever.

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| PART ONE || PART TWO || PART THREE || PART FOUR || PART FIVE || DVD EXTRAS |

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AHHH MOST INSANE WEEKEND OF MY LIFE.

Saturday was the nationwide Rally Day we held in celebration of 100 years of Guiding in Canada. On the bus by 7am with almost 200 girls from North Bay, we headed to Sudbury where we met up with 400-500+ girls and spent the day learning, creating, running, jumping, shouting, singing, talking and getting rained on. Luckily the rain cleared up. Unluckily, the shouting did not. I am definitely feeling the burn today. Fifteen hours is a very long day to spend with that many young girls and even though I was only personally responsible for 7, I do very much think they were a very rambunctious 7.

We had tons of fun though, despite a few instances when I had to snap at them. I am so glad I got to be a part of that. It's nice to feel like a part of something.

We got home around 9 and I was passed out by 9:45 and slept pretty much right through until 9 this morning. It did not feel like enough sleep.

Today, Sparky, Katie and I went to the dog rescue. As per usual, there were a whole bunch of dogs. The love of my life, Sandy, is still there and was in an absolutely foul mood and refused to cuddle me at all. Hear that? That is my heart and soul breaking into tiny pieces. Seriously. Next week, I will win his love.

That's if we go next week, I mean, because this week we did something a little different. We signed up to be foster parents. So we brought home Abby today. She's about 6-7 months old, Dane x Lab cross and she is very quickly learning her name and 'sit' and 'down'. She's even working on 'come' and 'off.' I'm very impressed with her smarts. Mostly though, I am impressed with her giant frickin' paws. Seriously, like dinner plates. She's going to be a huge freaking dog. According to the plan, she'll be with us for 2 weeks and hopefully will learn all her manners by then so she'll find her forever home. Pixie is doing really good with Abby, which is good because we weren't sure how she was going to react. McLovin, of course, is suffering like a mad thing because HOMG DOG.

After Abby, I am going to convince (blackmail? threats of violence?) Katie that we need to foster Sandy and heal his broken heart.

( Sandy - my one true (dog) love )

In short, AHHH TIRED. And AHH SUN BURN. On my arms and the back of my neck and my poor, unfortunate lips.

And then after dinner (aka: just now) I signed up for rpf_big_bang and deancasbigbang. So. Um. AUGH. As if November wasn't already close enough to be breathing down my neck. Wish me luck as I embark on two challenges that involve two things I've never attempted to write before.

I feel like I need to validate my choice. I know in the past I've been all 'pssh, Dean/Castiel as a romantic pairing, dnw.' And to be very honest, I still pretty much feel this way. The story I plan to write does not change it. It does not make me a hypocrite, it makes me a more mature, accepting person who is expanding her horizons. Also, I'm psyched for the plot. Okay, that sounded desperate. Whatever. It's cool, I'll do what I want.

I had two thoughts while walking to the bus today.

1. With all the sinning that I do, it's nice for me to be able to think that Jesus died to save me from them.

2. Hey, look that graffiti says 'dick lips.' If your dick has lips, please see your doctor.

Then, after I had those two thoughts, I had this thought.

3. Those are two really weird thoughts to have back to back.

So um, that's my life today. I have packed up all my stuff and am staying at Bean's until we're done the Big Bang rough copy. I brought a can of soup and my pillow. It promises to be ... intense.

( This is my theory about the rest of this season of Supernatural. Possible spoilers, but it's just my theory. )

Okay. Weird thing.

Not weird, I guess, just, hrm. Something I never really thought of before.

Someone in one of my communities was inviting people to a meet up of sorts somewhere in the northern-ish parts of England (idk my UK geography very well) and people were saying things like 'yay I will be there' or 'alas, I cannot make it' &c&c because that is normally happens.

But then I started thinking about like... where this is all going down. I found myself a labeled map and checked out some cities in England and decided to see how long it would take to like, cross the island.

Guys. Google Maps gives me the rough estimate of a trip starting in Plymouth, UK, stopping in Ipswich, UK and ending in Aberdeen, UK at just under 16 hours. THAT'S ACROSS ONE COUNTRY, ALL THE WAY UP AND INTO THE NEXT.

LET'S LOOK AT A MAP.

( map number one )

Significant trip, yes?

Okay, now if my mother left her house now in Whitby, ON, drove up to mine to get me and Katie in North Bay, ON and then we continued on to my uncle's place just out of Thunder Bay, ON (all in one province, not crossing any borders), IT'S ESTIMATED THAT WOULD TAKE ONE HOUR MORE THAN THE FIRST TRIP.

Shorter to drive across an entire country than to go visit my uncle and his hot tub.

LET'S SEE THAT MAP NOW.

( map number two )

Sure, the maps are not on the same scale, BUT YOU CATCH MY DRIFT, RIGHT?




tl;dr!! I'm exhausted and realizing Canada is huge. Also, what's up, UK, I could road trip the hell out of you.

Yeah, most of this is gratuitously stolen (without permission!) from epiphanyx7.



Yeah. She bribed threatened sexually harassed sexually satisfied convinced me to co-author this story with her.

In her words: And it is called SHOW ME YOUR BOOBIES, a story in which Sam and Dean were never born, the apocalypse was never begun, and Castiel is a peeping-tom owl who likes looking at naked people through their windows.

And it's for au_bigbang, so you know it's going to be super long and well thought out, excellently edited and it'll have some sort of mixed media component too (FANART). I am so so so so excited. Check out epiphanyx7's entry for all the additional info. I think I covered everything that is actually important about the fic though; let's be fully honest.


click here for more details!

Okay, so my brain has been making weird fandom crossovers for the last day or so and I just suddenly realized the crossover that set it all in motion was as a result on a major reading error on my part. But of course on the amount of sleep I've had in the last few days, the mostly harmless crossovers turned into some sort of fanfiction battle royale in my head and I decided I haven't tried my hand at any amount of large fanfic in a long time. I figured it was time to try something multi-chaptered. Then I found a prompt that I immediately (promptly?) fell in love with. And thus I created the framework for a sweeping, multi-chaptered, sort of but not really AU fic which I suddenly need to write. Like, abandon badger/hula hoop/poker NaNo ideas, abandon awesome NaNo title, I'm writing fanfic this year sort of need. The idea actually sets me to giggling for 10-15 seconds at a time. I thought this was proof I'm not allowed to discuss it with other people, let alone actually write it?

I am home again in North Bay, snug as can be. It was one hell of a bus trip, but I made it in one piece, and so did my fellow travellers (though it wasn't looking so hot for my seatmate for a while there).

The guy across the aisle from me looked like a corpse. I was so scared he was going to try to bite me and turn me into a undead zombie monster. I swear, having a strong imagination is not always as fantastic as the kindergarten teachers want you to think.

McLovin' behaved for the first three minutes of my return home. Then he decided to revert to jerkliness, as per usual.

In similar news, he's also an idiot.

Now, I have bathed with a few men in my time, but they've always (to the best estimation of knowledgable anthropologists) been the same species as me.

As I was showering the bus smell out of my hair, McLovin' decided he was far too lonely in the hall and barged into the bathroom. No worries, lack of privacy is normal in this house. but even just sitting on the counter was apparently too lonesome, so he dove through the shower curtain and right at my feet. Goofy cat got a face full of water from the jet and immediately fell over on his side like a man wounded. He then started the most godawful howling noise and a feeble shake of his paw. I had to turn off the water with a head full of conditioner to 'rescue' him.

He's resting in a towel on my lap right now, still making the occassional cat-hate noise. We think he'll make a full recovery from his drenching, but he'll probably never be smart. Inbred little doof.

31 Days 'o' Blog Super Special Features

Today! In History: 1808. First performance of Beethoven's Fifth and Sixth Symphonies.

Quote of the Day: "If you want to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first create the universe." [Carl Sagan]

Bizarre Fact of the Day: Peppermint results from a cross between water mint and spearmint. How bizarre!

( Pretty Picture of the Day: )

The Final Word: PS, Welcome to my paid LJ! It was my birthday gift to myself ^__^