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I am still stuck in the endless cornfields of Indiana, but I have finally, FINALLY, graduated from high school. WOHOO! I plan on attending IU Bloomington this fall and am tentatively majoring in physician's assistance.
Some shows you're likely to hear me obsessing over are: Supernatural, Stargate Atlantis, Heroooooooes, Buffy, Batman, wohoo!, Roswell, Angel, Alias, Firefly, Doctor Who, Lost, Oz, Smallville, and Veronica Mars. I'm a TV-whore and I like it that way.
Current obesssions include: MERLIN (as it is the cracky goodness of my LIFE. It's the Arthurian high school!AU that no one can live without), Stargate Atlantis (because of Rodney and John's epic love), the awesomely fucked up Doctor/Master porn that brings me much glee, Anakin/Obi Wan's super!angsty, epic love, obsessing over how I will one day steal the Pope Mobile, and finding a icon of the time that Sam slammed Dean into a wall during Salvation.
I read quite a bit, mostly fiction, but favorite authors include: Douglas Adams, Tamora Pierce, Vivian Vande Velde, Charlaine Harris, Neil Gaiman, Janet Evanovich, Darren Shan, Meg Cabot, Sue Limb, Anne Rice, and various others.
I'm usually pretty happy, but do have occasional mood swings. I tend to avoid rants, but hey, no one is perfect. I am horribly lacking in any and all artistic abilities, and hate art class with a passion. I'm very open-minded, and I like to think that I'm not extremely judgemental. Oh yes, and I am lazy beyond reasoning.
I am a fanfic junkie. I love fanfic, especially the slashy sort.
And now I'm deeply addicted to Supernatural. And my OTP is, of course, Sam/Dean. Death Count: Sam: 4, Dean: 6, Metallicar: 15, Daddy Winchester: 1(Edited up to Everybody Loves a Clown) Click here and here for more geekish details.
My super awesome Clex moodtheme was made by sarkastic She kicks arse at making those things.
I hereby disclaim all my rights to any moral high ground. I have none. At all.
Quotes of the moment:
You're more likely to survive naked.
GET BACK IN HERE! YOU CANNOT RUN AWAY FROM THIS!
-Zach from The Ghost Show
It hurt my hurt!
"My father let me go," Arthur said softly, taking Merlin's hands in his own and touching their heads together. "We are going to our village in Garthmadrun, where we will build a hut and heal and bake pies."
"Bake pies?" Merlin said, considerably bemused.
Arthur sat up then, indignant. "I could bake a pie!"
-Fealty by demon_faith FOREHEAD TOUCHING. THE UTLIMATE SIGN OF LOVE. Also, Arthur being a housewife? Cutest.Thing.Ever.
Gabriel: No one there would have the sort of hair I like! Mrs. Gray: I knew I should have enrolled you in the seminary.
About ten minutes later, Peter walks past Nathan's room on his way to the shower. "I don't want to marry you!" he protests, his face in anguish, and Nathan's response – "…what?" – does not help matters any at all.
LATER "You're alive!!" Peter shrieks when he sees Nathan lying on top of his covers. "You're naked!" he wails a second later, running back out of the room to lock himself into the bathroom.
the_sc_files is awesome, awesome love. READ THEM NOW.
Your dad trained you to handle werewolves and ghosts, not large floppy haired giraffes.
But you look at Sam and you remember that night you saved him. How well he fit in your arms, how well he still fits in your arms. You saved him, he was your starting point, and he was the one that showed you this drug that you love now. What you never told him was that he was your drug too, and even with all of the pain, the fact that he’s here, with you now, sleeping on your leg, it makes the unbearable hunts just a bit more bearable.
Some people grow up with teddy bears, becoming successful accountants and firefighters.
You grew up with a giraffe and became a superhero. Accomplished, by ivy_x3
“Oh, no. Don’t think you can pull that card on me.” Dean blinks furiously, jerking his leg.
“Why not?” Sam asks, licking his lips. “I think, seeing as how we have sex almost every night, I’ve got a few ins to take advantage of.”
“Not cool,” Dean squeaks, trying to bat Sam’s insistent fingers away.
“All right! All right, fine!” Dean hisses, jumping up and pacing away from Sam. “But you have to watch him. And if he so much as blinks at the wrong time, never again – do you understand me?”
Sam is grinning. “You’re so cute when you think you’re actually in charge. Seriously.”
“The fuck?”
“Dean, at this point in our relationship I could probably make you do handstands in a pink tutu if I honestly wanted you to.”