winchesters, amen

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Hey, so, I'm gonna make a new account because I'm really not in any of the same fandoms as I used to be when I first started using livejournal, so I never, ever use this account.

I'm really into Supernatural (Wincest and J2, mostly) again, and if I ever actually work up the courage to write something legit for that fandom (or possibly the Big Time Rush fandom, because they don't have nearly enough Carlos/Logan), it'll be found over here: notbrothered

I'll leave this one up as an archive even though I hate basically everything I've posted on here, haha. It's still nice for nostalgia purposes. Bye, everyone who still even remembers me, although it's been a couple of years, so that's doubtful. It was fun~
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Title: Mind-Fuck (or That Time Professor X Got Laid and Then Wanted To Talk About Feelings and Shit)
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Pairing(s): Erik/Charles
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Er, that time Charles got laid and then wanted to talk about feelings and shit. This only happened because of Fassy saying this little gem right here: “I think that Charles is just horny, and just trying to get laid. Throughout the film. He’s like ‘human beings are cool, give them a chance’ because he just wants to have human being sex. He doesn’t want to have mutant sex. Whereas Erik really gets off on mutant sex.” Enabling, thy name is Michael Fassbender.
Word count: 1693
A/N: Please forgive me for any canonical mistakes as I just saw the movie an hour ago. Actually, please forgive me for this whole entire thing.

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Title: The Bad Touch
Summary: At nine years, ten months, twelve days, eleven minutes and fourteen seconds of age, in the street outside his home, Jesse discovered he could do something not entirely normal. A Pushing Daisies AU.
Pairing(s): Jesse Eisenberg/Andrew Garfield
Warnings: Character not!death. You don't have to know Pushing Daisies to understand.

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Title: Drabble Series from Tumblr
Summary
: These are a bunch of crack!pairing TSN drabbles I wrote by request of some of my tumblr followers. Posted in the order they were written.
Pairings: Eduardo Saverin/Harry Potter, Christy (TSN)/Severus Snape, Jesse/Andrew, Jesse Eisenberg/his cats, James Franco/Joseph Gordon Levitt/Andrew Garfield/Jesse Eisenberg, Sean Parker/Draco Malfoy, The Chicken/The Sandwich, Dustin/Chris
Warnings: Some sexual content. Also, Jesse/his cats is NOT bestiality, because I felt mildly uncomfortable taking that pairing request literally. Hahaha.
 

 
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Title: sonny, true love is the greatest thing (pt I)
Summary: Andrew is a princess in love with his Farm Boy.
Pairing: Jesse Eisenberg/Andrew Garfield
Word count: approx. 2700
AN: Title taken from “The Princess Bride.” This is crack of the crackiest kind.
Disclaimer: I do not any of the humans in this story, and am in no way associated with them.

 

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Jewnicorns make the world go round.

Title: sticks and stones
Author: jessobsess 
Fandom: The Social Network RPS
Pairing: Andrew Garfield/Jesse Eisenberg
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1.3k
Summary: Jesse really shouldn't be allowed to make trouble just like it's possible Andrew should be able to let him handle it alone. It just sucks that in real life what should be and shouldn't be are rarely what actually is.
A/N: A friend asked me for protective!Andrew. SO HERE YOU GO ALEX. 

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METAL GEAR SOLID 3 AIM!FIC.

Title: LULZ, aka Ocelot Is the Byproduct of a Gay/Lesbian Relationship
Authors: MEEEE, and the lovely Big Boss to my Ocelot/Kirk to my Spock/MY ONE TRUE CANADIAN LOVE, amsay_x .
Pairings: Big Boss/Ocelot, Big Boss/Eva, Sigint/Eva, Para-Medic/her movie posters, Ivan/Volgin, The Fear/The Fury, The Boss/The Sorrow.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The characters of MGS3. In high school. Instant messaging each other. Yeah.
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to us. At all. Don't even blame us for it...

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Eva (titsmcgee) says:
So Mr. Enderson died in the middle of teaching 4th period about dangling participles today.
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Compulsions

It's about time I post again, so I'm going to show you all something I wrote for creative writing class. We read a story where temperature was used as an important aspect of plot development called "Big 32," and our assignment was to write something that used numbers of _____/prices/temperature/years, etc. as a way to help draw readers in. Or something. I was trying to think of something that most other people probably wouldn't do, and I came up with this.

 Compulsions

92 – that’s how many empty Red Bull cans there are littering his bathroom floor, sink, bathtub, and maybe tomorrow there will be ninety-three if he needs it, and even though he’ll know that 92 plus 1 equals 93, he’ll have to count them all over again just to make sure. If he passes a can of the energy drink in a gas station, he can’t go through the exit door until he’s bought one. He doesn’t even drink the liquid, just dumps it down his impeccably cleaned kitchen sink, watches until it swirls down the drain all the way. His former roommate (brianbrianbrianbrian) used to laugh at the ten cans he had gathered (back then, months ago) on the space between the bathroom door and the wall, asking, not with bad intentions, just sort of perplexed, “You that desperate to get wings?” And he would shrug and shake his head and remove the tab from the newest can before counting to eleven.

70 – this many hours spent awake all at once two weeks ago, just rocking, thinking about how his skin felt sort of tingly, and that wasn’t a good sign, he hadn’t washed his hands hard enough earlier that day (although chafed and McIntosh apple skin begged to differ), maybe the mustachioed pharmacist hadn’t given him the right kind of antibacterial soap and now he had flesh-eating bacteria all over him and he would die slowly, painfully, sores bursting and skin tingling until he couldn’t feel it anymore.

34 – this many dollars lost each time he visits the hospital and the homeless man outside asks if he can spare some change for someone in need. And he really can’t spare any, bills are piling up and he counts them every morning, but more than he can’t afford it, he can’t afford not to. Three tens and four ones later, his chest loosens up and he can breathe enough to walk inside the double doors and out again and right back in again.

8 – it’s silly and he knows, and that makes it all the worse, when he can’t leave a room last without shutting the lights on and off and on and off and on and off and on and off and on and off and on and off and on and off and on and off. You’re wasting electricity, his late mother’s voice says, and he knows, but he also knows that if he doesn’t do this the house might crumble and crack and the ceiling will fall through his stomach leaving him gutted and turning stark white paint carmine.

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Yeah, it's not really complete, but we only had to do a paragraph and I went a little overboard as it is. I may finish it someday if I feel the need to. I had to do a bit of research on obsessive compulsive disorder, which is where the numbers come in if you didn't realize. :)

I may do some picspams today since I have time on my hands. WOO! Go writing/reading/my creative writing teacher (who is AWESOME, by the way).
taking a chubby, tobias

Read my POOem.


HEY GUYS. So I'm supposed to write bad poetry for my creative writing class. Seriously, the teacher said we had to make it as bad and cliched as possible. She also said it has to be about one of three things: Love, breaking up, or the dark hole of teenage abyss. Her words, not mine. But I love her. She's awesome. ANYWAY.

My bad poem is bad. But it's not really about any of the topics. It started out being about the dark hole of teenage abyss, and ended with me going on Twilight. I don't even know. But here it is for those of you who care:

 

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The Big Gay Picspam

It's 7am and I haven't been to sleep yet, and this has prompted me to make a little picspam. I'm going to call it The Big Gay Picspam. Because I'm just going to post a lot of pictures of gay guys in movies and real life. I don't know if you know this about me, but I love the gays. And if you know me at all you probably DO know that, but... anyway.

It's time for The Big Gay Picspam! Enjoy.
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