Disarm You With a Smile

Drabble Meme!

mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Mon, 12 May 2008 01:39:13 GMT

Gakked from denied_heaven and nyghtpet

1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble titled the same thing as the song playing.
4. The number of words in the drabble should the songs length.
*Example - Drive My Car is 2 minutes & 33 seconds. So the drabble should have 233 words.*
5. Do five (more if you wish) of these, then post them.

Title: Here Without You by Three Doors Down
Pairing: Steve/Chris
Rating: G
Lyrics: I'm here without you, baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I dream about you baby
and I think about you all the time.

It’s raining again, and he’s on the train. He didn’t think it would be so hard, playing London alone. But it was. He scrubs a dry, callused hand over his face and hopes no one notices how wet his eyes are – that he can pass it off as exhaustion. He leans his head on the head rest and closes his eyes, letting his body rock with the rhythm of the train as it barrels toward the moment he leaves this country.

Chris, right now, would be punching him in the arm, saying – his voice whiskey-rough and strained-soft, “Stay awake, son, you only see this so many times, ya know.” Then he’d slide an arm over Steve’s shoulder and drag him forward to look at some crazy thing in the distance. Chris’ blue eyes would shine with excitement, and he’d smile. Then there would be lips on Steve’s temple and soft breath in his hair.

But there’s only the memory. Steve lifts a hand up to his temple, fingers pushing the hair there back a bit. The tender and rough tips of his fingers ache as they press against the soft skin of his face, and he heaves a deep breath. They’re no comparison to chapped lips and smoky breath.

He misses him. Didn’t think it would be a big deal, coming back to England, but he’d been alone in the terminals, sitting on benches with only his duffle and guitar case. There’d been no warm thigh pressed against his and he didn’t realize it at the time, but every moment alone had him aching at the absence. He thinks about emailing, about calling, about anything that will put them back in touch, but he doesn’t. Chris is busy. So is he. They always are. But they’re not busy together, and that’s what’s killing him.

When the train stops, Steve stands, stretches, and looks at the seat next to him as was habit before he remembers no one’s there. He swallows thickly, grabs his duffle from the over head compartment, his guitar from the seat across from him, and walks off the train.
*****

Title: The Air That I Breathe by the Hollies
Pairing:Sam/Dean
Rating: R for wincest
Lyrics: If I could make a wish I think I'd pass
Can't think of anything I need
No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound
Nothing to eat no books to read
Making love with you, has left me peaceful warm inside
What more could I ask
There's nothing left to be desired

Too many Tuesdays and what felt like an eternity-long Wednesday had Sam facing up to certain truths. He loved his brother. Innocuous as that sounded – what brother doesn’t really deep down love? – he knew there was more to it than fraternal feelings. Wednesday night, the real Wednesday night had finally come, and he knew without a doubt that everything over the last hundred or so Tuesdays and too-long Wednesday was finally over.

Dean lay sleeping, chest and abdomen exposed by the sheet pooled around his hips. His long legs were bare to the night, and Sam continued to trace the continent of Dean’s skin with his eyes. Just six hours ago, he hadn’t been able to. Twelve hours ago, he’d been digging a bullet out of his own ribs, and the thought that he’d ever see Dean like this again was a fleeting wish, ephemeral and ghostly through his brain.

But Dean was there again, peaceful, ignorant of the past eternity Sam had lived without him, and in that ignorance, there was bliss.

“Sam, what the hell are you staring at?” Dean’s sleep-rough voice whispered from the bed. He never even opened his eyes or turned his head.

Sam smiled. “You,” he answered, and something must have filtered through his voice because Dean rolled his head over the pillow to frown at him.

“Everything okay, Sammy? You’ve been weird all day long.”

Sam didn’t answer, just stood, pulled off his t-shirt, hooked his thumbs into the waist of his sleep pants, and pushed them over his hips. When he stepped toward Dean’s bed instead of falling into his own, Dean pushed up onto his elbows and cocked an eyebrow. “Sam?”

Sam laid a hand on Dean’s chest and pushed him back down, meeting confused green eyes with his own. He crawled up onto Dean’s bed, didn’t move the sheet, but settled over Dean’s body and slowly, oh so slowly – because what if he was wrong? – leaned in. He heard Dean’s heavy swallow and saw his lips open as though to speak. But words weren’t wanted, so he shook his head, and laid his lips on Dean’s.

He kept his eyes open, watched the frown play around Dean’s eyebrows, then smiled into the kiss as they settled and Dean’s eyes closed. The kiss deepened, mouths opened, tongues met, and Dean’s hands were warm and rough on his back.

In that moment, Sam had everything he needed and everything he ever thought he’d want.
*****

Title: Why Can't This Be Love? by Van Halen
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG
Lyrics: Oh here it comes again
That funny feelin again winding me up inside
Every time we touch
Hey I don't know
Just tell me where to begin
cause I never ever Felt so much
No I can't recall any love at all
Baby this blows 'em all away

Oh, god. Please deliver me from this. I’ll do what ever you want, just please send someone or something to get the woman to back off. The thought ran through Jensen’s head as the interviewer geared up for another question. He kept the Hollywood smile plastered on his face and the desperation out of his eyes, but the rabid fans across the street kept screaming his name, and every time one broke through the barricades, his body coiled up, ready to spring.

He swallowed thickly and tried to listen to the question, but the screaming got exponentially louder and that could only mean one thing. His smile grew genuine, and he looked down the carpet and there was Jared, striding up the sidewalk, Sandy following closely on his heels. He met Jensen’s eye, leaned down to whisper something to Sandy and kissed her when she smiled and nodded. Then he was loping up to wrap his arms around Jensen.

“Smackles!” the big Texas voice hollered in his ear, then Jared’s lips smacked his cheek. “So, what’s the question? I just know he’s freakin’ out on the inside. He’s such a pansy.”

Jensen slapped Jared’s chest and laughed, relieved. “Shut your pie hole, Sasquatch.”

“Aww, you know I love ya, Jenny.” Jared said and kept his arm around Jensen’s shoulders. Then said, after turning back to the reporter, “Seriously, though, what’s your question?”

And like that, Jared’s coming to his rescue. Jensen sent a glance heavenward and whispered a thanks. He settled his hand on his stomach, willing it to stop turning over and over. He knew his face was flushed, and his heart beat too fast, but stayed under Jared’s arm, nodded when the reporter spoke to him, and relaxed.

Sandy walked up, pulled Jared down for a kiss, then as she continued behind them, gave Jensen a smack on the ass. He nodded at her, mouthing “Thank you,” and pushed the guilty feelings away. They always came in these moments, and he wondered why he didn’t just say something to Jay. Why can’t you love me?

Fic Pimp

mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Sat, 10 May 2008 13:26:04 GMT

Okay, so late last night, I was cruisin' the flist, and came upon an entry into the sga_noticeboard. It was this weird cracktastic story by darsynia called Stuck on You. John and Rodney as, well, ice cubes.

OMG. it's too cute! Go read it. NOW!

Then, falling_colors made ART for it. OMG. I had to icon it. and so, I did. :D

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mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Sat, 10 May 2008 01:38:45 GMT

so, winterlive put up this con meme thing, and I, being the utter thief that I am, stole it from her. Okay, no. I commented, she gave me my assignment and now I'm reposting the meme. :D

1. Reply to this post, and I will pick four/five of your userpics.
2. Make a post and talk about the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon squee.

BTW: my keywords suck.

Dean Gargling

Okay, so I really liked the ep Mystery Spot. and come on. How can you not like Dean's expression here? He's got that smile going on, the tilt to his eye, and his mouth is wide open. what's not to love? I find I really like iconing Dean or, um, Jensen because he is of the hotassness and yes, occasionally, I do have to step away from the computer to give my overblown ovaries a rest. But this one, I just had a blast doing, because it's a great scene and he was living it up. It makes me smile!

David Smile

I LOVE this pic of David. It's from early on in Angel, I think, and he's sitting on these steps and he looking off camera at something and smiling. It's a really sort of soft expression, and it's not one that he wears a whole lot, cuz he's, you know...he's effin' David Boreanaz! While I like hard core, angsty Angel-y David, it's particularly refreshing to see this side of him. I wanted it in my icon list, so I did it. :)

Ronon

This one is probably more likely Jason than Ronon (one of those moments when they're NOT shooting, or they're between shots). I like to think that either David or Joe has said something that caught his fancy or made him think, "Hmm. Yeah, I'd do ya." Because honestly, while I love Joe and David, Jason Momoa is freakin' hot as all get out. And he needs to have more stuff written about him and have a more in depth presence on the show. *cough* what? Don't judge me! :D

J2 Glare

Okay. That right there? total eye-fucking between J and J. I defy you to deny that! I mean, it even looks like Jared is staring at Jen's lips. and why the hell not? They're nice lips! But the intensity, the slightly open mouth, the hard jaw lines, and just what looks like pure unadulterated LUST from both of them. *shivers* Niiiiice.

Dean Ate My Icon

The thought of Dean eating anything of mine is just mind boggling, so Yeah. I had to have this! It's my panicstrickyn. And I found it during that snatch of time when everyone was up in arms about Jensen saying that he wished he hadn't made the decision to make Dean eat, cuz he was stuck eating all the time now. I LOVE when Dean eats, because he does it like he does everything else: with gusto and intensity. Grrr. Imagine YOU cooked the hot mean that he's devouring. Now, in your woman=homemaker lizard brain, you KNOW that satisfies you. *waggles eyebrows*

SPN Review

mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Fri, 09 May 2008 05:37:53 GMT

I missed the first 15 minutes - I'm so pissed about that. but the immortal doc. Cool, possible magic ill for Dean, but it always comes with a price. I knew right away that it's not one Dean's willing to pay. Cool.

skip to the end - which is the most important part to me anyway. Why? Cuz Bela FINALLY dies. and while I wanted it to be Dean to end her (and in a way he did, arguably) I'm glad for the way it worked out.

Okay, so Bela's dad was a nasty NASTY man. and she had him killed. fine. I honestly thought there'd be abortion issues what with Red Sky At Morning and her seeing the ship, but this is satisfactory as well. Now we know why she stole the colt and why she was such a pain in the ass. But still, Dean's been promising since Fresh Blood to kill that bitch, and I've been waiting for it.

What I"m ec-fucking-static about? That Dean outsmarted her wily ass. Yup. You got the receipt you bitch, but Dean knew it. And figured out what you've been hiding all along. How much do I love the symmetry of her invading their hotel room to kill them and Dean making the call - reminiscent of Jus in Bello, don't you think? Just. Fuckin'. Desserts. And this: "Dean, you've got to help me!" "Oh. We're weeks past that." yes, yes, you are Dean. Then, "See you in hell."

Okay, the commander from 21 Jump Street! Whoot!!!!! Rufus, I mean. I REALLY liked him. Loved him in fact. He needs to be recurring. Another resource for the boys. yes yes. Please? REALLY liked him. Loved the shit eatin' grin he got when Dean held up the whiskey. Loved him with his monosyllabic answers, then gettin' the luds on Bela. *sigh* Yeah. Niiiice work, there, Rufus. And I LOVE what he had to say to Dean. You ain't gonna survive this. Sure, you might beat this one back, but it's this job. It's what we do. It'll get you in the end. Dean's lucky it hasn't already. let's hope the PTB at SPN HQ decides that Rufus is awesomecakes, and deserves to be a part of the nutriously delicious Supernatural meal!

Dean burying the Doctor alive. Liked that. Liked it a lot. We're back to ruthless, black and white Dean of Season 1 and early s2. Sam's back to the vascillation that made him a perfect foil to Dean's ruthlessness and that's nice to see as well. I really thought Sam would be the one to bury the dude, but Dean's the go to guy. Always will be. yeah, there'll be fallout, but he's decision man. Think Jus In Bello. He's the one that said NO to sacrificing the virgin. He led the battle, strategized and what not. And when the chip fell where they did, he took it hard. But he made that decision. Those thirty or more demon possessed people lived. Even though a potential new hunter, a virgin, and at least three other guys died, Sam and Dean did their jobs. So yeah. I like Dean being the HMIC. I like when he makes the decisions. and that monster - no matter what, that's what he'd become - needed to be stopped. Can't kill him? Incapacitate him. Buried alive is pretty fuckin' incapacitated!

Next week? OMG. Awesomeness.

Other news:
Interview is tomorrow. Wish me luck. I've studied up on some questions. Let's just hope these are the ones they ask. Yikes.

Possible good news, thinky thoughts and thanks!

mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Wed, 07 May 2008 00:17:22 GMT

good news:
I have to schedule an interview for a teaching position at one of the other schools in my district. It's high school english again, in the town I live in, so wish me luck. they want to interview me on Friday, but umm, I'm teaching on Friday. LOL! May have to take the day or maybe half the day....

Thinky thoughts:
I've been blocked! Seriously. I mean, I have an awesome outline for a REALLY BAD ASS SPN gen story. I was going to do it for the bigbang this time around, but umm, with all the other crap in my life, that sort of went by the wayside. *sigh* But I am going to write it, maybe over the summer? As I'm prepping for another year in English? Who knows.

I also really really want to write some SGA. I mean, I've been gorging on SGA fic from sgastoryfinders and I'm craving to write someSGA, but I can't think of any prompt type thingies. I can't get my brain in the gear for it.

They say that writers are always writers. That they think of stories all the time, and I do! I'm always dissecting characters, coming up with ideas and plots and events, but i lack the fortitude for execution. At least while my life is so up in the air as it is right now. So, while I'd like to write the next seminal piece of SGA fiction (coughdelusionsofgrandeurcough), it'll have to wait. *sigh*

On the blocked tangent:
I know i've squeed about this already and have the pictures to prove it, but I did manage to meet Steve Carlson back in April. Wheesh. Nice looking dude. Anyway! What does this actually mean? It means, ladies, that I can't picture him 'with' Chris at all! I mean, AFter meeting him, I just can't see him gettin' all nekky and sweaty and bumpin uglies with Chris anymore. And I have tried. I'm so sad about this! I loved writing them...but he's so nice and sardonic and a little cool that I feel bad about putting him (yes, yes, I REALIZE it's just fictional, but still!) in bed or against a wall or bent over a sofa with Chris. What I do see? Since hearing the songs on the new record? Ohh, he and Chris have 'broken up!' I ask you, what the hell is wrong with me?

So that is the state of me at this point. Feel free to chime in.

Also, several of you sent me hugs and whatall with my last two posts. Thank you. I really needed them, and I so appreciate it, you really have no idea. I suck at replying - OMG BUSY!!! - but I read each of them, and I'm really grateful for your support. *hearts y'all*

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mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Thu, 01 May 2008 20:11:49 GMT

I hate my life. Just thought I'd share that.

Bad news, and life is sucky sucky right now

mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Mon, 28 Apr 2008 23:21:59 GMT

I found out today that my contract with LPHS will NOT be renewed for next year.

Let's take a moment, shall we?
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Yes. I will effectively be out of work come five weeks from now.

I love my job. I LOVE my kids. and at the end of the year I won't see them again. I HATE this school district. Hate it. So. great.

Looking for a pic!

mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 00:32:08 GMT

I'm looking for the Chris/David pic where the guys are waiting in line to go into a club, and Chris is sort of huddled behind David. David's wearing a long coat and Chris has his hands in his jeans pockets, like he's cold or something.

Please can someone share that with me? Grrr. I thought I had it saved, but alas, I do not.

Crappy day! It must end!

mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 21:34:12 GMT

I've had a really crappy day.

Started in on Julius Caesar today. Students hate it. falling asleep left and right, despite my efforts to relate the situations in it to the real world - which they get. They just don't want to read it themselves. Gah.

So of course I'm feeling like utter shite as a teacher. Add to that that one of my students who is QUITE BRIGHT but doesn't do homework, has failed the third nine weeks and her mother is pissed. Emailed me yesterday and wanted me to call her today. So I did.

I made mistakes on my gradebook online and now am going to have to change a whole class' grades because of it. I had a vocab test listed under the 'homework' category. Tests are added and averaged and when are 35% of my kids' grades. Homework is only 15%. Yes, this DRASTICALLY changed my students' grades when I made the correction. Also, one of the tests that I THOUGHT I'd recorded DIDN'T get recorded! So, not only that, they're now MISSING a DAMN TEST GRADE. What does this mean?

Well it means a lot. Grades for the nine weeks have already been pulled. Edit sheets turned in. I'm going to have to issue official 'grade changes' for these students! For a whole class!

Not only that, but apparently, I didn't have ENOUGH grades for the nine weeks. Instead of 18 required grades, I only have 14. Now, why is this mother pissed, other than these factors? Because her daughter woudln't be failing if I didn't count Accelerated Reading (AR) as a test grade. In my class, ARs have two grades associated with them: a test grade AND a homework grade (usually a graphic organizer). My kids are required to read two AR books per year. This particulary student did do the required reading, and therefore has 0s on two test grades. Yup, you guessed it, she's failing my class utterly: 41.

I know the other stuff was wrong, and I take responsibility for my mistakes with the miscategorizing the test and not getting the other test grade recorded. I do. I'm okay with workin' on my fuck ups. But for this lady to be pissed at me because her daughter didn't meet my AR requirements (which, I've gone to the department head with my requirements and she says it's not out of the ordinary) really just chaps me.

Then, she called me unprofessional. I said the test not getting recorded, and me not noticing a mistake like mislabeling an assignement pisses me off. Hmm. That's unprofessional. yeah. okay.

so anyway. I may be out of a job - I've already been given the "your job isn't secure for next year b/c you're on annual contract, and there are budget cuts which are affecting the status quo" lecture. Now, I've got this woman - a teacher at the middle school - irate with ME and the system. I'm not going to be working next year, I can just feel it.

I think I'm really going to cry.

Yeah.

I am.

I'll see y'all later.

just checking in

mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 02:22:11 GMT

I'm heading to bed, but I WILL be back and will reply to those of you I've not gotten to, yet. I've read your comments, but I"m just too pooped to poop right now. Tiring weekend.

Thanks, killerweasel for linking to my EyeCon and Carlson posts, I really appreciate it, hon! *hugs*

Steve Carlson Pics from The Social

mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 06:24:21 GMT

Okay guys. I did it. I drove all the way back to Orlando tonight to see Steve perform live at this little hole in the wall club, it was awesome. And again, I have piccies for you all. It's nearly 2:30 am right now, and I'm falling asleep at my PC, but I wanted to get them up and posted (and cross posted, probably to chrisandsteve before I went to bed. It's getting to be a highly questionable endeavor.

Any way, had a blast, will be back with the full on report at a later day.

By the way, this post, is SO NOT dial up friendly. Y'all enjoy. Want? Take. Have. But please drop a comment to let me know you're taking them. Also, feel free to repost, but please give me credit.

Voice Post

mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 21:01:58 GMT

EyeCon Pictures.

mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 01:52:59 GMT

Okay. So, here is my EyeCon Report for Saturday and Sunday. And as promised, I went through and chose some of the best pics from the two days. Here they are.

Okay. I thinkg that about does it. I got like over three hundred pics, but I wanted to share some of the best ones I had. These were all taken with my new camera, which proved itself to be completely awesome this weekend. Y'all enjoy. If you decide to steal any, feel free, just drop me a line to let me know, so I'm not all atwitter when I stumble on some picspam later that has some of my stuff in it. I get all squee-y when I see people with my stuff -without warning - and it makes me look like a complete and utter dork! LOL.

Whew! con Report

mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Sun, 06 Apr 2008 20:40:47 GMT

Whew. I'm SOOOOOO glad I had most of this typed out Saturday night. I met some really great gals there. I have NO idea who they were, but awesome chickies just the same. Y'all rock. Nora, it was nice to finally actually MEET you, thanks so much for making me and my friend feel so LESS like dorks. It was a total new experience for both of us, and just thanks for keeping us cool and calm. Me especially, because I was totally going nuts before the concert. I know it SEEMED like I had it all together, but no. And I apologize for singing all the songs in your ear! My total bad.

Lemme see if I get this right: Ghost Writer(?) it was really cool talking to you in line for the Steve Photo Op. OMG. I know, I'm a total dork, right? I mean, yikes. I can't believe myself. You were awesome though, nice talking to you.

I may have met several more of you, but I have no idea, so if I did, just know it was awesome. And now, On to the con report! this is long, but I really don't want to put it behind a cut. But I will for the sake of my flist.

HOLY CRAP! EyeCon was ROCKING!!!
First things first:

Jim Beaver
First thing he did? Came out, unbuttoned his plaid shirt, and underneath was a t-shirt that read: I READ JOHN/BOBBY. Yeah. The crowd went nuts. It was totally awesome. He said, “I’m not exactly sure what it means,” and again, the audience were all too eager to tell him. He was very droll about the whole thing, saying that some of us were really anxious to tell him what it meant. He was so cute! There was a lot of stuff about him writing for other projects, about how he wouldn’t try to write for SPN, because they have that all in hand. He talked about being on Deadwood and how that set was much like the SPN set, in that everyone was like family. He had nothing but nice things to say about Jared and Jensen, and how ‘good old boy’ they both were. And that Bobby’s affection for Sam and Dean is predicated on his own affection for J2. Honestly, those two have generated some serious love from their costars.

He was asked about pranks, and much like Fred in Chicago, Jim was all “they don’t really mess with me too much.” But then he told us about a time when he was filming DALDOM and he was laying in bed (sidenote: He LOVED doing that. He says there was nothing better than going in to work and not having to remember lines, or where to walk, or blocking and what not. But that all he had to do was lie there. All he had to remember were continuity things like, “Did I have my legs crossed last time? Hmmm,….nahhh,” Hah! So funny! LOVE HIM). While he was lying there, trying to say his lines, Jared, the little stinker is TWISTING HIS TOES! One by one. And by golly, Jim says, he did not crack! So cute.

He talked about fanfic some. And how he’d like to see some Bobby/Bela. Hah! Who’d have thunk it? Then he was asked about Bobby’s backstory and if he’d had any prior knowledge of what Bobby’s backstory was or what it was going to be, and of course, he said no, not at first, but that he’d been told a bit by Kim (or Bob, I can’t remember at this point who he said told him), while they were filming The Magnificent Seven (sidenote 2: he talked about telling stories to his daughter and how he either forgot them, or they were boring so he started making them more interesting to him and that now he always gets The Magnificent Seven mixed up with his own story Snow White and the Magnificent Seven. So funny!). So he knew a LITTLE bit about it before they started filming Dream a Little Dream of Me. After that, he discussed his one foray into fanfic. He’d just recently read a story that really fleshed out Bobby’s backstory. He said he was really impressed with it. Then someone asked him what the title was, and either he didn’t know or didn’t hear the questions, cuz he moved on.

Lots more questions about his past shows and experiences, and then, the last question of the QA session. Yes, ladies. That one was mine! He called me (my friend says it was only because she was pointing down at me and made eye contact with him, I like to think it was because I am awesome!) and said, “That one WAAAAAYY in the back, by the sound guy or camera guy.”

I was all, “Who me?” and he said, “Yeah, you,” laughing. So I was all, “yay!” and then I said, “I have this favorite line from the episode – oh my god, which one is it!!!” and looked to my friend, then remembered, “Bad Day At Black Rock. And Bobby’s talking to Dean and he says ‘Take care o’ yer brother, ya idgit.’ “ He’s nodding, then I asked, “Could you do that line for us please?” And then he was all, “I could barely remember that line when I was shooting it, much less now.” But then, he settled into Bobby and rolled his eyes, and said it! And everybody cheered. Like everybody liked it! :D
All in all? Jim Beaver is awesome and rocked solid!

Chad, Alona, Samantha

First of all, Samantha Ferris is absolutely GORGEOUS! So frikkin’ beautiful. Just looks like a woman all the way around. Loved her. Balls to the wall, take charge, assertive, funny. Loved her! Chad was all laid back, winky and flirty, and just fell into Ashe so easily when he was asked to. I didn’t think I’d like Alona, but she was really, really sweet, and funny too. TINY, TINY woman! OMG. So that was my overall impression.

Memorable moments for me:

I slid up to the front of the room to take some quickie snapshots of them on the stage, and I slid down like a runner at third, (yes, grace they name is Chelle), and Samantha was just starting to talk about how she got started in the biz. She mentioned that she’d been a DJ for a classic rock station, and I, like the humongous dork I am, gave the devil horns and yelled – as I’m sliding down – ‘Classic rock rocks!” (what? Don’t judge me!) and she pointed at me, and winked and said, - oh shit, I can’t remember EXACTLY, but it was along the lines, of “Hell, yeah! Right?” then she talked about the exception being “Stairway to Heaven”: “It’s a great song, don’t get me wrong, but I played it every day for 12 years. I don’t ever want to hear it again.” So funny!

Chad was asked about what he’d have like to see happen with Ashe’s character and OMG. He is so adorable! He slid out of the chair like he’s Ashe, right? Then mimed kicking a door in and holding a shot gun, and he said that he’d have liked to see Ashe go out on the road, and be the one to rescue Sam and Dean just once. Because Ashe was a badass you know? So cute!

All of them were asked about their most embarrassing “fannish’ moments. Alona talked about meeting Rachel McAdams. Her husband apparently knew Rachel’s boyfriend at the time, so he introduced them, and she just gushed all over the place over Rachel, while Rachel just nodded and smiled – a little freaked. Then she said her worst moment was when she met Angelina Jolie. She said she just held out her hand and shook Angelina’s and was awestruck. Said AJ was like a porcelain doll.

Chad talked about meeting Tom Cruise on the set of The Last Samurai (such a great movie), and that the director or some assistant walked him over there to meet TC and TC was on the phone with his kids, and when he got off, the shook Chad’s hand and said “Sorry, was on the phone with my kids” all “tom Cruise-like”. So funny.

Then Sam talked about meeting Seth Green. OMG. Hilarious! She just had the verbal diarrhea, talking about the roles she’d had and how whorish and slutty they’d been, and she was all “I slept with him a bunch, I mean, not me but my character….” Yadda yadda yadda, basically making an ass of herself, until all she could do was back away and say, “I’m just gonna go…yeah, night to , well bye!” I LOVE Samantha Ferris!

All three of them were asked about pranks pulled by the boys, and the only one who really responded was Samantha. She was saying how consummate professionals both of them are, and that yeah, they like to have fun, and some times, Jared’s attention span just isn’t cut out for the long hours, so he gets punchy. She said, “Sometimes, it gets late and Jared’s missing and it smells like farts.”

Then a few more questions, they were all so damn cool! And then it was over. I got AWESOME! Piccies of all of them. After it was done, Deni and I were heading out of the ballroom to the elevator to go down and ALL THREE of them were in the elevator next to us. Dammit, we should so have just jumped in there and rode with them! But we didn’t. Alas.

Then we went to eat. Chili’s.

When we got back, we were walking along the mezzanine, where everything was being held, and there was Chad, and I said, “Chad!” and he turned around and he was so cool! “Hey! How are ya?” And he winked. *sigh*

For my photo op with Steve, I had to wait in line, but that’s okay. Cut to the squee. I’m standing there in line, talking to I THINK it was ladyghostwriter behind me, when Deni taps my shoulder and says, “There he is!”

And I just about died. Then I was paying attention to the conversation behind me and they had to shove me forward in line, then the usher lady was all, “You’re next,” and holy smokes, there he was. And y’all. He is BEAUTIFUL! I stepped forward, my hand held out and I said, “Hi! It’s so nice to meet you!” and he’s shaking my hand. His hands. OMG. His fuckin’ hands. I think I took him by surprise, cuz he looked me right DEAD in my eyes, and smiled. So nice! Anyway, once I was standing next to him, he looked at me sideways, all smoldering and smiled a little and said, ‘I’ve met you before.” And I just shook my head and said, “uh uh.” I slid my arm along his back, and he was so firm, and his arm was around me, and I think I died again. I don’t remember much.

Then, the photographer said to step up to the line, and he focused and snapped the shot. I smiled again. And started to say my thanks to Steve, when the photographer looked into the LED display on his camera, lifted his eyebrows, and said, “You guys looked really good together.” HOLY SHIT! He shocked me so bad, I was all “What?” high pitched and squee-y and everything, and DIDN’T EVEN THANK STEVE!!!! OMG I SUCK! And then it was over and I had to leave and OMG. I got my picture taken with STEVE CARLSON!

So now we’re resting up, and chilling out before going to the concert tonight.

Okay, so we're back and it's concert time. Grrr. The Platinum party went on for like EVER! *sobs* Then Samantha came out and Deni called her over and she was so gracious! We asked if we could get a pic with her, and she said, “Oh girls! I so totally would! But I can’t. You know, because people pay for the photo ops, and it’d just be unfair to just pop around posing and taking pictures, and the guys that run the convention have asked us not to.” And to her word, she didn’t do pictures other than the photo op things. She was just so damn cool. Beautiful, sexy, smokey voice. LOVED her.

Chad came out IN A HURRY. Apparently, some chick grabbed his ass? I don’t know, I didn’t see it. (sidenote: rumor mill has her being arrested for all kinds of stuff, but I couldn’t say if that were true.) But Deni and I stopped him, asked for a pic, and he just wrapped us both up in his arms and stood between us, and I fucked up the shot, and he’s all, “Oh, am I even IN that shot?” and of course he wasn’t, because the zoom was all the way in, like an idiot, I’d forgot to wide out, but he laughed and said, “Well, that’s not fair!” and let me take another one. God, I was so freaked out, that I totally didn’t smile, was worried about getting the shot right, and Deni’s grinning, Chad’s smiling, and I’m an utter git.

Then the concert. OMG. I totally blitzed on the concert. I’m so sorry, for those that want to read about my reaction? Because I can’t remember set lists, or anything. But Steve was so awesome. Just, completely and utterly awesome. I knew ALL the songs he performed, so yeah. I was singing. And I was the only one on the left side of the ballroom who was dancing. There was a group of girls on the far right, and they had these red light thingies around their necks and they were just jammin’ dancin’ to Steve. He was really- I mean- I have no words. If I ever meet Chris and him together, I think I’ll just seriously have a freakin’ heart attack and die right the hell there.

As much as I love Supernatural and Jared, I went to EyeCon to see and meet Steve Carlson. I’m completely speechless. I mean, Deni went and had her photo op with Jared (again, pics to come) and I was totally fine with talking to him; no butterflies, but Steve?

(I’m about to jump out of order here, but bear with me).

I went to have him autograph the pic of us, and he’s looking up at me, and his eyes are all puffy and swollen, and I’m hurting for him, so I say, “Oh my gosh, you look so exhausted!” all empathetic and apologetic to him, or so I thought.

And he gets this wry look on his face and he’s all “Oh. Great! That’s nice!” and he grabs his shades (and I died a little teeny tiny death right the hell there, because holy shit, that man is BEAUTIFUL!) and swigs some coffee.

I’d put my picture down on the table, and I think I said something like “Oh crap! I didn’t mean it like that,” and he picks up my pic and asks if I want it signed, and I’m all airheaded (my natural hair color is blonde you know?) and say “Oh! Yeah.” And goddammit if he didn’t have to prompt me on my own damn name!

Der.

He’s all, “Okay so what’s your name?” I say “Michelle”, and he says “Usual spelling?” (and here is my dilemma: the usual spelling depends on where you are! Some think Michele is the usual spelling, some think Michell. So I was at a loss and had to think!) I said, “Yeah. Two l’s and two e’s.” He looks confused. So I had to spell my whole name out. Michelle. So anyway, he’s signing and Deni says, all calm and collected, (the bitch!) “We’ve been trying to get you to come to Florida for a Long Time.” (yes, there were capital letters in that sentence.) “Welcome!”

And he grins. And I died.

Then he asked about Monday night, if we were going to show, and I (holy shit, I’m a total dorkface!) SLAPPED MYSELF on the chest and said, “Oh hell yeah! I’m totally coming tomorrow night! I’ll have to find the place though.” But he said “Good. Look forward to seeing you.”

Then I asked for a picture, and because I thought flashing him in the eyes would be rude, I left the flash closed, and he just…Y’all. I LOVE this man. LOVE HIM.

I would give you some stuff on the Jared Q&A, but it’s probably already been done. And honestly, I can’t fuckin’ remember. So much squee! If you check out killerweasel’s journal, she’s prolly gonna have all kinds of links for you. Needless to say, Jared was totally awesome, a normal guy, and completely and utterly sweet.

Eyecon was a blast!

mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Sun, 06 Apr 2008 18:30:01 GMT

I'm home, gonna post more about it later, but I just want to say a few things:

1. Jim Beaver is freakin AWESOME.
2. Samantha Ferris is so fuckin' cool. Balls the wall babe badass.
3. Alona - cutenss!
4. Chad is so damn funny, and gracious and unbelievable attractive.
5. Steve Carlson is one very, exceedingly HANDSOME man. It doesn't show up in pics, but oh lord. Y'all. HANDSOME.
6. Steve Carlson live is - uhoh. I think I died just remembering it.
7. Jared! OMG. Jared rocks.

Pics and full report to come.

My Brother and nephew playing

mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 16:59:58 GMT

Lief and Eric came down this week for a visit, and I caught them having fun in my living room, This is them.

Aren't they cuties?

Status

mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 12:32:25 GMT

I'm going to be off today, going to the beach, hopefully with my friends. maybe I"ll being back some piccies! Whoot whoot!

Anyway, y'all have a happy Monday. *love*

McShep fic for mcsmooch

mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 12:25:38 GMT

I've been LOVING the little kissing stories coming out of mcsmooch and wanted to try my hand at it too. It's rare that I write in the SGA fandom, preferring to let the 'pros' of that fandom handle those characters. My attempts at them alwasy seem off. but I wanted to do a tag to The Last Man, and this seemed the perfect opportunity. so. Here ya go.

Title: Return
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: PG for snogging.
WC: 1200
Disclaimer: yeah. I don't know who owns em, but it ain't me.

“Unscheduled off world activation!” Chuck made the announcement like he did every day, Rodney barely paid it any mind. Then, “Colonel Sheppard’s IDC!”

That had him up and running across the platform, yelling, “Lower the damn shield!”

As soon as the shield gave way, Sheppard stumbled through the gate, arms wide out, hands up, palms out. “It’s me,” he said to the five soldiers standing ready to cut him down.

“Sheppard?” Rodney asked, hesitant.

It had only been a handful of hours, but the more Sam and he had studied the results of the scans, the more convinced Rodney had become of Sheppard’s fate – lost in a temporal shift caused by a random solar flare’s interference with the wormhole. Being so convinced, despite working against time to prove himself wrong, Rodney couldn’t believe who or what was standing in front of him was really Sheppard. There was just no way possible it could be him.

“It’s me, Rodney,” Sheppard said again, arms still out. He stepped off the gate platform and, keeping an eye on the marines with weapons trained on him, he stepped cautiously toward Rodney.

Rodney watched warily, mouth pressed tight in a disbelieving grimace. “Impossible.”

“Not impossible. You brought me – sent me – back. A solar flare, you said, did something to the wormhole. Knocked me clear into the next millennium…well, okay, maybe a little longer than that, but you were there...sort of…and had a plan. It worked.”

Rodney nodded, impatient. “Well of course it worked, if I had it and if it actually happened that way.”

“I swear it did.”

“Prove it.”

“I can do that. Let’s go to the infirmary. Dr. Keller can scan me, like she did Carson’s clone.”
Rodney felt himself starting to believe, then John said, for the third time, “I swear to you, Rodney. It’s me.”

He took a deep breath and said, “Infirmary first, then, when it’s been determined that you are indeed Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard, you can tell me how in the name of Zeus’s butthole you got back here.”

“You think you can get my marines to lower their weapons?” John asked, smiling.

Rodney nodded, and glanced up to the balcony when the mechanic whine of Ronon’s gun powering down echoed through the gateroom.
****

Several hours, and a couple hundred medical tests and examinations, later, John was declared authentic. He grinned, and hopped off the infirmary bed and said, “See? Told ya.”

“Yes, yes, you’re very smart,” Rodney dismissed him with an off hand gesture. “Now, tell me how you, I mean, I worked out what happened.”

Sheppard blinked and Rodney watched as the shutters that he thought were gone fall back into place. He sighed. “It’s a long story, mind if we get into it later? Like when I’ve got cleaned up? I’ve got sand in places that I didn’t even know I had, Rodney. I just want to shower and maybe catch a nap.”

Rodney blinked and replied, “Sure. Sure. I’ll just, ah, I’ll head back to the..uh”

“Rodney. Don’t…” John trailed off, then took a deep breath and met Rodney’s gaze fully. “I was alone. For a long time.”

And Rodney understood.

Sheppard preferred to be unattached, Rodney knew, having seen him romancing alien babes all over Pegasus galaxy but never cultivating that initial connection. But he had his team, the four of them – John, Rodney, Teyla and Ronon – Rodney knew, had become family. He couldn’t imagine living any amount of time without one or all of them around, and with John’s emphasis on ‘long’ Rodney knew he actually meant ‘too long.’

As much as he tried to live and portray the life of a loner, Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard needed his team, just like they needed him. And this statement about being alone a long time was the closest facsimile to an admission of loneliness that Rodney was going to get from Sheppard. Luckily, he spoke excellent Sheppard and just closed his mouth, inclined his head, and followed John back to his quarters.

He waited on the bed as John cleaned up. Years in the military had given him a quick efficiency at washing up post-mission, so Rodney didn’t have long to wait before John was exiting the bathroom. Clad only in an old, smooth pair of sleep pants, John stood in the bathroom doorway toweling off his chest. His hair was sleek with water, only a couple strands on the crown of his head defiantly sticking up.

John finished drying off, and tossed the towel back into the bathroom, then walked across his quarters, bare feet silent on the cool metal of Atlantis’ floor.

Rodney watched John sit down next to him, then lean forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “You’re awful quiet, Rodney. Not sure what to do with that.”

“I’m waiting.” Rodney said, “I realize I’m not really known for patience-”

“Ya think?”

“But,” Rodney glared and forged ahead, “I think this occasion calls for a bit of it. There’s something I want to know, and it’s something only you can tell me. I know you well enough, now, Sheppard, to know that if I just wait, you’ll eventually get around to telling me.”

“Ahh.”

“Yes. ‘Ahh.’ Brilliant.”

John shook his head, then turned to face Rodney, hitching one leg up onto the bed. “There just something…I need to do…first.”

Rodney said, “What’s that?” turning to face Sheppard, and it happened so fast. He’d forgotten just how quickly Sheppard could move.

John leaned forward and laid his lips against Rodney’s. John’s lips were rough, chapped and more than a little salty. His eyes were closed, pinched tight at the corners, like he wasn’t sure about the reception of his kiss, and Rodney didn’t like uncertainty on the face of his commander, so he kissed John back.

Rodney parted his lips a bit, closed his eyes and tilted his head, and John groaned low in his throat then slid his tongue over the smooth line of Rodney’s bottom lip.

Rodney lifted a hand to John’s shoulder, holding onto the hard curve of a deltoid muscle. He had touched John before, but always there’d been the heavy canvas and Kevlar of the tack vest, now it was just skin, warm from the shower, and smooth. Then the muscles bunched under his palm, and John had his fist wrapped in Rodney’s shirt and was pulling him closer.

There was urgency in the grip, in the tug, but John’s mouth stayed soft, and Rodney wasn’t having it. He pushed into the kiss, opened his mouth a little more and slid his tongue against John’s.

Then there were arms and legs and in less than a blink, Rodney had a lap full of half naked John Sheppard.

Finally, when John pulled back and Rodney could look at his face again, the shutters were gone, and John was smiling.

“You know,” Rodney said, hands trailing over John’s naked back, “now, you’re definitely going to have to tell me exactly how I rescued you.”

John took a deep breath, smiled, and said, “Yeah, I know. But…Rodney, seriously. Can’t it wait?”

Rodney nodded, lips curved in a half smile. “Oh yeah.”

What the HELL is up with you people?!?!

mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 02:02:09 GMT

Okay. I just forced myself to read not the first, nor the second or even THIRD but I've lost fuckin count!, fic that has Jensen all broken hearted and depressed and GIRLY!!!! because Jared and Sandy are engaged.

Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick people. Get your fannish heads out of your collective asses and suck it up. Stop bombarding us with the "Ohh I can never have him, must let him fuck me dry then cry into my beer" fics. Bah. *is irritated*

I'm not clicking on j2 rps fics for at least another week. idiots. *rolls eyes*

Newest pics. With NEW CAMERA!!!

mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Sun, 30 Mar 2008 19:25:09 GMT

So last night, Den and I decided to gussy ourselves up and take pictures for our MySpace pages. OH lord.

Mussed up, 80's style

Deni up close in soft light. Damn, she's pretty. Makes me ill. Bitch.

Me, face frame. I like this one. Everything just works for me in it.

I almost didn't post this one because the hunchback this is kinda freaksome, but my face is nice in this one. One of the better pics of my face, actually.

This it totally for my kids, but it's funny.

What the hell?

I like this one. :D and the next two under it.

If I were gay, I'd so fuck this woman. She's absolutely gorgeous. Smart too - hooked on Buffy, Angel, SPN AND Bones. Girl knows good things when she sees them.

More outside stuff.

Drabble Responses

mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Sun, 30 Mar 2008 14:43:29 GMT

So I posted a drabble call the other day, and got three takers. It's still open, if you'd like a drabble/ficlet.

BUT! These are the three responses to the prompts I got. So, rowaine, vichan, and denied_heaven, ladies? here are your ficlets.

For rowaine
Title: Spectrum
Rating: PG for snogging
Disclaimer: Don't belong to me
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Prompt: Xander knows he's straight...isn't he?

The bell over the door rang as someone new entered the store. Xander looked up in curiosity and immediately frowned. “Oh. It’s just you.”

Spike just lifted a brow and his usual two finger salute – which, what the hell was that about anyway? Why couldn’t he just flip people off in the normal way? – and strolled over to the stairs to sprawl all sexy-like and completely in the way.

Wait. Xander though. Sexy-like? He shook his head and returned to reading the incredibly dull text Giles had him going through. Note ‘incredibly dull,’ so it wasn’t Xander’s fault when he found himself looking at the very oddly shaped words on the page but thinking of Spike’s legendary – yes, legendary, for no one on God’s green and verdant Earth but Spike could sprawl like that and get away with it – ability to sprawl with indifference. It just wasn’t fair.

“Can smell you over here, Harris.” Spike spoke around the cigarette he was trying to light, not meeting Xander’s eyes. Finally getting it lit, he inhaled sharply and curled his lips and blew the smoke toward the ceiling. “See something ya like, boy?”

Even worse that Spike could tell that Xander liked his sprawl.

And that just pissed Xander off. He slammed the book closed, and gave up the pretense. “No, Mr. I’ll Swing Whichever Way The Wind Blows. Contrary to the vampire handbook for unlife, human beings do not change their sexuality to fit the opportunity.”

Spike smiled. It was evil and sly – and a little vulnerable – and Xander’s breath caught in his chest. “Liar.”

“Spike? See, there’s this spectrum.” Xander held his hands up, palm to palm, about two feet apart. “On the one end,” he shook his left hand, “you have your totally gay and completely homosexual tendencies.”

“Mmhmm.”

Xander squinted. “Asshole,” he muttered, then continued. “And on the other,” he shook his right hand, “you have the straight, hetero behaviors.”

Spike chuckled at him.

He sniffed a bit, and shifted his left hand inward a few inches. “Here’s you and every other sexually ambivalent vampire in creation.”

Spike nodded, “Sounds about right.”

“Now, I realize that there can be and are attractive men, and I’m comfortable enough in my very straight straightness to admit that. But Spike,” Xander wagged his right hand. “This is me, way on the other end…from you.”

“Right,” Spike said, taking another drag off his cigarette. Then spread his legs even farther apart, as if that were at all possible.

Xander gulped. “Totally straight.”

Spike blinked, a slow lowering of pale eyelids, then lifted his brow while snuffing out his cigarette on the stair. “You sure ‘bout that?”

“Yeah,” Xander squeaked. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Positive.”

The Spike stood up and stalked - stalked - down the stairs, across to the table where Xander sat, throat dry, mouth open, eyes wide. Spike looked down at him, smiled, a gentle curve of his lips, and Xander could only watch as Spike’s long, narrow fingers lifted to sift through his hair.

Then Spike’s smile disappeared and those fingers fisted in the long thick hair at the back of Xander’s head, and then cool lips were covering his.

Oh my god was the last coherent thought that flitted through Xander’s brain. He closed his eyes, swallowed a thick lump of anticipation, then opened his mouth just enough to let Spike’s tongue slide slowly inside.

Spike uttered a low sound of approval, and slanted his lips more fully over Xander’s and then settled himself on Xander’s lap. His hands drifted down Xander’s arms, grabbed his hands, and set them on his own hips.

Xander’s fingers curled into the denim covered flesh, and Spike groaned into the kiss. Xander smiled, and opened his lips more fully, and sucked Spike’s tongue farther into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around Spike’s hips and lifted the black cotton of his t-shirt up to let his fingers ghost over the pale skin at the small of Spike’s back. He was surprisingly soft, almost vulnerable there, and Xander liked the feel of it.

They kept kissing, slanting over each other, Xander’s hands exploring the soft skin of Spike’s back. Spike’s fingers stroking through Xander’s hair down over his shoulders.

Finally, Spike pulled back, and rested his forehead against Xander’s.

He smiled, and lifted blue eyes to stare into dazed brown ones. “Still convinced of your utter straightness, there, Harris?”

Xander closed his eyes in exasperation. Then he opened them on a grin, let his fingers curl into Spike’s skin. “Yeah. You wanna work on changing my mind?”

for vichan
Title: Hustle
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Don't belong to me
Pairing: Spike/Dean/Sam
Prompt: Spike, Dean, Beer
Note: Sammy butted his way into this. Sorry. Hope you like it.

Spike recognized his type the instant he saw him. He lifted a dark brow and made eye contact with the very pretty boy – they’re all boys to him, so young – racking the balls on the table. Cheap blue felt shone in the threadbare corners, but Spike just said, “Break ‘em.”

The boy was good, concentrating hard, but still smiling and joking. Had Spike not been who he was, he’d have been duped, but Spike’s been around a long damn time and knew a hustler when he saw one. Like recognized like, after all, so he just shook his head and slammed the nine ball home, winning the second of three games.

It was then that the pretense lifted.

“You’re hustling me,” his opponent said, nondescript accent giving nothing away.

“I thought it only fair, boy,” Spike said, hitching a hip against the table’s edge. “Seein’ as you started hustling me first.”

“Son of a bitch,” the boy said, wry grin twisting the lower half of his face, not quite meeting his eyes.

“Dean, you have a problem here?” This from the very tall drink of water his mark had been making eyes with all night. He stared at Spike, muddy green eyes narrow, lips tight, shoulders relaxed.

“Nah, Sammy, just a friendly game.”

Spike watched them, silent. They stood too close to each other, hovering on the edge of dirty, but there was ease and comfort – not anticipation or tension – in the way they talked. Then his opponent, Dean the other one had called him, rested a hand on Sammy’s chest. “Get us a couple beers, huh Sam?”

“You sure?”

Dean smiled. “Yeah.”

Sam nodded, and with a veiled glance at Spike strode to the bar. Dean watched him go, smile hovering at the corners of his mouth. He shook his head and turned back to Spike. “Play for real?”

“For what?”

Dean cocked an eyebrow.

Something told Spike that money wasn’t what Dean had in mind. He grinned, bit his bottom lip. “All right, then.”

Sam came back with a bucket of beer on ice. Dean popped one open, handed it to Spike, who let his fingers trail over Dean’s on the handoff. Bright green eyes lifted up, startled. Spike grinned, and nearly laughed when Dean winked back at him.

They played six more games, pissing off the regular patrons who’d laid quarters on the edge of the table. They shared the wins, neither coming out on top. Spike was impressed.

Even more impressive was that between the three of them, they managed to polish off three more buckets of beer. Sam and Dean both had constitutions of vampires, Spike thought more than once.

He noticed that with the increased consumption of alcohol came the decreased adherence to discretion. As Spike took his shots, lining up balls and sinking them one after the other, Dean would gravitate to Sam, lean against him, relax. Once, Spike caught him running his fingers through Sam’s hair, and Sam had the look of utter bliss – eyes half closed, lips parted, head thrown back.

More than once it threw off Spike’s game and he’d scratch, or send one of the balls down the wrong angle and bouncing off the bumper. At those times, Dean would laugh, ridicule his game, and take his turn. But Sam, Sam would flash those mossy eyes at him, want lighting a fire that Sam kept banked.

After the last game, Sam stood and stretched, like a cat in the sun, and Spike heard the bones of his spine realign. “Dean. Let’s go.”

“Tired already, Sam?” Dean asked, already laying his cue down on the table.

Sam eyed him steadily, then glanced in Spike’s direction. “No.”

For the first time that night, Dean’s grin stretched wide across his face, lit into his eyes. “Sammy, you dirty, dirty boy.”

“You boys want to fill a bloke in?” Spike asked. He didn’t particularly like the way these two communicated without words – reminded him of a different time, a different place – different circumstances. The memory actually hurt a bit.

Dean chuckled. “Pretty sure a smart guy like you can figure it out.”

Dean shrugged into his jacket, clapped Sam on the back and started out the door.

Sam cocked a brow at Spike. “You comin’?”

Spike sniffed, considered, then grinned. “Yeah.”

for denied_heaven
Title: Unexpected
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Don't belong to me
Pairing: Chris/Steve
Prompt: Chris and Steve

Steve smiled. He knew he should have had Florida on his list of tour sites. The fans there were awesome.

He finished up the set, was in the middle of thanking the audience for being so damn awesome, when a voice rose above the rest.

“What the hell? Kane?” Steve frowned, staring into the crowd, looking for the owner of the voice.

“Hey, son!”

Just then the audience started screaming. And Chris was making his way to the stage.

“You son of a bitch!” Steve said, laughing. “I didn’t know you were comin’ down.”

“It’s a hop and a skip from Nashville, buddy,” Chris said, hopping up on stage, “like I wouldn’t come see you.” Then Steve was wrapped up in a big Texas hug.

Chris was bigger, filled out, comfortable. Steve wrapped his arms around him and held on. It’d been a while, and he’d missed this. Nashville being a continent away from L.A., and Chris on the verge of real stardom, they hadn’t had a chance to see each other in what felt like forever.

The audience’s screams had shifted to ‘awww’s and Steve blushed furiously while Chris chuckled in his ear. “Still the same old fans, huh?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Steve whispered.

Chris backed off, still holding on, though, to look him in the face. “You okay?”

He forgot the mike. “Yeah, buddy. Just..just fuckin’ miss you.”

The crowd grew silent. The air tightened around them, a bubble of anticipation that seemed as though it would burst if just one of them even breathed wrong.

Chris hugged him tight again, then said, “You’re more than I deserve, you know that?”

Steve smiled. “Yeah.” Then he let go of Chris, asked “You ready?”

Chris laughed, said, “Hell yeah, mother fucker, bring it on!”

And Steve turned to the crowd. “Looks like I’ve got time for a couple more. Y’all wanna hear Chris sing?”

Then Chris leaned over, grabbed him by the back of the neck and kissed him. “Love you, man.”

Oh good lord. too much time on your hands.

mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 20:25:35 GMT

and that is all I have to say about that.

Drabble Call!

mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 20:48:45 GMT

I'm busted flat on writing my SPN big bang fic - have about 5,000 words done and have stalled. SO! Here is where you come in! Prompt me, babies!

character/pairing
word/idea

I will endeavor to whip up your requests between now and Sunday night. I'll take 15 takers (if it turns out like my last couple of drabble calls, I'll get tops 7) and I'll do two drabbles for each person.

Fandoms:
Jossverse
Bones
SGA
SPN
Ghosthunters
Even original fiction! OMG!

I'm heading out to my school's baseball game, cuz two of my boys specifically asked that I go, so I await your prompts! Whoot!

Corbin

mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Fri, 21 Mar 2008 06:29:20 GMT

So. I browse YouTube's vids for hot guys kissing, and this dude from corbin Fisher shows up constantly.

Brent. OMG. I LOVE Brent. I'd fuck his happy ass. OMG. He looks like he really enjoys what he's doing, and wants to make sure the person he's with is enjoying it too. So.

Flisties. Do any of you have any vids of Brent, that you'd be willing to share?

Whoa. Okay. What. Don't judge me. Only God can judge me!

Shutterbug has bitten.

mcsapp@embarqmail.com — Thu, 20 Mar 2008 01:49:47 GMT

So I'm thinking of making this purchase. I need a new digital camera. beanbeans has the Sony H9 Cyber shot and that's taking some really nice pictures and she's been posting them in her journal. You chould so check it out if you're on her flist. But then, if you're on her flist, you HAVE been checking them out, so color me stupid for point out the obvious. My bad. ANYWAY!

I'm thinking, very seriously of getting a new camera. I have my film Rebel, and would LOVE to have the new digi Rebel EOS that is like 900 bucks, but ummm, no. Seeing Bean's piccies has me leaning toward the cybershot cameras, but alas, I can not afford nearly 400 bucks for a camera either. However! There is the 8.2 mp H3 cyber shot on amazon.com for just over 200. I'm SERIOUSLY considering purchasing that one for EyeCon. I'll get some awesome shots of Steve and Jared with it.

I just...it's hard to part with that much money, even though I can afford it. *sigh* I mean, I can afford it, but it'll leave me really broke for a while.

but yeah. I think I"m gonna get it.....