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[why_me_why_not]

The lovely anasuede is playing the "Caption This" game over on her LJ. Yall know how that works, right? She posts a picture & everyone comments with a caption -- title, diaglogue that was happening before/during/after the shot, the person's thoughts, a little story, or just your thoughts about it. It's lots of fun! Only, I kinda fail at captioning, b/c I tend to get stuck on "ohhh, pretty!" So help us out! Even if you don't know who/what the picture is, you can give us a caption!

So yall come play!!

In other randomness, I was going through my txt msgs in my phone (b/c of all the fic-like ones I've been sending back and forth w/ Iris) and figured I'd share a random selection: (some of these are ones I sent, some I rcvd. and some of you may recognize them!)

I just had a 20 min convo with my sprvsr about sex. Mostly about how bad sex defeats the purpose of a friend with benefits.

How do you tell your best friend you were no longer in love with them when they were oblivious all along?

If you say so then its all good (Note, this is one I sent & it's TRUE b/c anasuede is always right so if she says it's okay, then it is)

you think it's plausible for someone to grow a mullet on a dog?

I have a plot puppy with a mullet, but I don't know what breed it is!

The sky is yellow, and trees are getting bendy in the wind. Storms comin'.

I'm guessing it was the sex. But I'm just guessing.

"You've got yourself a bitch of an unsatisfactory situation"

Tell momma superman has a run in his leotards. Big Bad Wolfy

Are you & the kids ok, or did you need to break out the brass knives & salt?

You set my heart all a-twitter, punkin

It is raining AGAIN. I'm gonna build an ark.

There are also snippets of fic and random plotbunny-type things in my inbox that NEED TO BE WRITTEN!! I'd post them here, but instead I'll just look pointedly at anasuede and irisgirl12000. :P

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[wearethestars.livejournal.com]

*looks pointedly back*

[why-me-why-not.livejournal.com]

the angsty spencer & ryan thing, de!! *whines* it so so needs to be written!

[wearethestars.livejournal.com]

I don't know if I can. I just see it in snippets. I want it badly.

[why-me-why-not.livejournal.com]

I want it toooo! Just write the snippets & email them to me and I'll be all happylike, k?

[wearethestars.livejournal.com]

Maybe I could write it as snippets.... hazed out little things? I don't know. It's not totally clear to me.

[why-me-why-not.livejournal.com]

i think it would work in hazed out little snippets b/c of Spencer & the situation. go for it.

[wearethestars.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I'll try that then. Maybe. I need a new notebook. Maybe I'll go to walmart tonight and get that and dye.

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

O.o

Wot you lookin' at me for?

[why-me-why-not.livejournal.com]

You may have actually written these & I just failed to read them b/c I'm awesome like that.

When Sam found the lipgloss in the crease of the backseat, he figured Dean's last hookup had lost it. But there was no explanation for the eyeliner in the glovebox.

Steve was checking his d-string, barely paying any mind to Chris' patter, when he heard the change in his tone. Surprised, he looked up and searched the crowd. At first he didn't see them, but then - there, at the table in the far corner. Jen and Jared. Steve tried not to let his anticipation show.

Also, you were writing dean-teaches-sam-to-drive drabble & I missed it, so I need to find that.

And someone still needs to write me fic where Gabe kidnaps & locks Ryan and Frank in his basement... *hints* (you could work on it on the plane!)

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

I haven't written the eyeliner one yet. It's on my list of things to think about. It gives me many happy minutes. (Mmm, Jensen in eyeliner.)

Or the Steve/Chris/Jared/Jensen, because I haven't decided if it's going to be two pairings or a total free for all. But again, many happy minutes.

The Dean-teaches-Sam-to-drive was written for Barbarella (a_carnal_mink) in my drabble-a-day-keeps-the-work-blues-away effort for her. She went back to work in a proper office for six weeks, and hated every minute of it. So I drabbled her a Fred/George, Dean/Sam, J2, or James/Oliver drabble each work day. As comment porn. I think that post is locked, but hang on, I think I wrote it in gmail, I'll post it as a comment here for you. Plus, if she (or I) ever makes a public post of them, I'll link you to it. I left that decision up to her while the work was in progress, but I think today (it's Wednesday in Melbourne, isn't?) is her last day.

I'll maybe plot the kidnap fic on the trip. I don't know Gabe that well, though. Need a primer on him.

[why-me-why-not.livejournal.com]

There's a band primer somewhere & it says something like "All you need to know about Gabe is that he write songs about locking people in his basement." So that's what stuck with me. *g* I can probably find you some pics or info though.

shh, don't tell anybody I leaked this

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

"What if something like that happens again? You should let me go too."

Dean wasn't sure their dad would be convinced by Sam's argument, but he could see his point. By the end of their last hunt, John Winchester had been concussed, and Dean had dislocated his shoulder; neither had been fit to drive home. By the time they got back, a full three days later than expected, Sam had been pacing, ready to call Pastor Jim or Bobby.

"Okay, Sammy." Dean tossed Sam his car keys. "Here."

Thirteen-year-old Sam caught them reflexively, and his eyes widened in surprise when he realized what Dean intended.

"Really?"

"I can't promise anything about the hunting, but being able to drive might help your case when you argue it with Dad."

Sam hurried around the Impala's hood and climbed into the driver's seat, obviously worried that Dean would change his mind if the offer wasn't accepted immediately. Dean got in the passenger side.

"Alright, Sammy. Adjust the seat so your feet touch the gas and the brake and you can hold the steering wheel comfortably..."

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[why-me-why-not.livejournal.com]

awwww. Y'know, Harley is such a stickler for the rules most of the time that she won't let us teach her how to drive? And she's 14! She's never been behind the wheel of a car! She didn't even want to steer the Jimmy for us while me & RT pushed it when we were trying to move it off the road! That's just crazy for around here! I know that my brothers & I were driving when we were like 12. Mostly backroads and fields and such, but still.

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[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

I loved driving the big farm truck when I was a teenager. And when I was little, my favorite activity was sitting in my poppop's lap and pretending that I was the one driving.

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[why-me-why-not.livejournal.com]

I ran our station wagon into a ditch when I was like 4 sitting on my dad's lap driving.

My brothers let my kids drive on their laps.

[swedish15.livejournal.com]

You - and your supervisor - are decidedly insane.
Never change, k?

[why-me-why-not.livejournal.com]

haha, I never plan on changing *G* But my supervisor is leaving me in a couple months & I'm gonna be tragically sad. :(

[swedish15.livejournal.com]

But how can s/he break up a match made in heaven?
Curses, foiled again!

[why-me-why-not.livejournal.com]

She's mean!! She's a damn yankee & she's moving back up north to be near her family and go back to school & she's gonna be like 800 miles away. And I already don't like her replacement. *pouts*

[swedish15.livejournal.com]

What an evil, evil woman. How does she dare? As if family was more important than philosophy! (jk)