New Crack
Damnit, fandom. I have porn to write. Stop getting me involved with new things. I have no room left on my hard drive to download new episodes. On that note, I fucking love Supernatural. We were hanging around Sunday and caught a repeat of "Dead in the Water" and I was entirely intruiged. And not just because of the overwhelming pretty (though there is a fucking lot of it), but because the horror thing. Totally right up my alley. The supernatural and the creepy are things I live for. You guys saw my Halloween movie list (which we watched, almost in its entirety), and there's Jeni, who loves this sort of thing too.
So I convinced other L/L people to watch with us, and with the constant homosexual innuendos in tonight's ep, all the girls who were watching, are now hooked (I so live with closet slashers, I can tell)...Not that I will ever slash them. Ever. Though maybe the bad!wrong RPS, because, again, pretty and just messed up enough to keep it interesting. Though they were all entirely squicked by the bugs and were screaming and hollering at the TV through almost the whole show. Although, they also screamed at the Dentyne Ice Bites commercial, not quite sure what that says about their tolerance for squick. Not that I missed the Oprah comment, really, how could you not? I love me some slashy writers.
Except I'm not quite sure on the timeline of the last ten minutes or so? Was that dawn? Cause...what? Confuzzled.
So, yes, I have a Tuesday show now. *loves all over it*
Also, happy birthday to
mexiraz. I wish you subtext and pretty boys to fill your day.
ETA: For my apocolyptic-WaT fic, I have the deepest urge to write about Atkins dieters becoming roaming tribes who herd goats and hunt for larger game. They're very much transient warrior groups, but stricken with a multitude of heart problems. Not that anyone can really diagnose them. My brain is cracktastic.
So I convinced other L/L people to watch with us, and with the constant homosexual innuendos in tonight's ep, all the girls who were watching, are now hooked (I so live with closet slashers, I can tell)...Not that I will ever slash them. Ever. Though maybe the bad!wrong RPS, because, again, pretty and just messed up enough to keep it interesting. Though they were all entirely squicked by the bugs and were screaming and hollering at the TV through almost the whole show. Although, they also screamed at the Dentyne Ice Bites commercial, not quite sure what that says about their tolerance for squick. Not that I missed the Oprah comment, really, how could you not? I love me some slashy writers.
Except I'm not quite sure on the timeline of the last ten minutes or so? Was that dawn? Cause...what? Confuzzled.
So, yes, I have a Tuesday show now. *loves all over it*
Also, happy birthday to
ETA: For my apocolyptic-WaT fic, I have the deepest urge to write about Atkins dieters becoming roaming tribes who herd goats and hunt for larger game. They're very much transient warrior groups, but stricken with a multitude of heart problems. Not that anyone can really diagnose them. My brain is cracktastic.