kangeiko

The Bad: Visit to my dentist following endless migraines have revealed the root (duh duh) of the problem: wisdom tooth coming through, lower left, has no room to come out, and is aimed diagonally into the root of the adjacent tooth. It's never going to emerge, it's just going to be stupidly painful until it's taken out. So I have a referral to the hospital, and probably dental surgery in about two month. Joy. At least I have painkillers and antibiotics until then.

The Good: No, there is no good here. I'm in pain and it's not making for a whole lot of good.

The WTF: so, I'm watching SPN through a strange route, i.e. Watchmen -> Jeffrey Dean Morgan -> SPN, which is strange, 'cause I haven't really been a fan of SPN or JDM in the past. But Watchmen has made me susceptible, plus he totally fits my physical 'type' (tall, dark, broad-shouldered, smirk, and/or cigar: so, Mr Big (Sex and the City), Tony Stark (Iron Man), Comedian (Watchmen), Raul Julia (Addams Family), Dom Torreto (TFATF - no, I have no shame), Pierce Brosnan (shut up) and, now, it appears: John Winchester. Le sigh).

Anyway. My brain wants to write gen fic, of course, because it always does that when it wanders into fandoms with hardcore tentacle/rape/incest. Specifically, John Winchester's kids get snatched by... something, and he's trying to get them back, when he runs across someone similarly stealthy and broad-shouldered, by the name of Jack, who is also trying to get his daughter out of the clutches of... something. And Rambaldi's involved in some way, plus Jack and John drink whiskey and shoot things. And Sydney is about five years older than Dean and so totally doesn't shag him, because she's really into Vaughn, and anyway, he's about a foot shorter than her. Plus, she's too busy with the whole 'engineering an escape' thing, but Dean and Sam aren't really slouches in that department, as it turns out, and she thinks that maybe that family is even more dysfunctional than her own. She's not entirely sure why that makes her feel so much better.

And it's all going great, really - the kids get out, and Jack and John clear up the whatever, which Jack thinks is Rambaldi-related, and John thinks is demon related, but as it turns out, decapitation works whatever the species. And they go crash at the same motel, because there's safety in numbers, which is when the demon/bad guy thingie's reinforcements arrive. Plus Arvin Sloane. In a helicopter. And Jack thinks that Dean sounds far too much like Sark, which Dean thinks is a compliment, until Sydney explains, no, no, really not, shut up time now. And then explosions happen, plus there's Arvin Sloane in a helicopter. And then Sydney kisses Dean, because if this was an episode, that would totally happen.

And then all daddies concerned take their offspring home, and then there is possibly a dinner of some sort.

But when John goes to ground, he totally calls on Sydney's help. And then when Sydney and Vaughn are trying to disappear, Sam and Dean work their 'don't notice us, we're perfectly normal' mojo, until some demon-related nonsense springs up when baby!Jack is six months old, and it turns out that YED's plans have been taken up by Lilith.

And then there's more explosions.

As it turns out, I don't have an SPN icon, so can't write the above. Woe. Someone else totally should, though.

Did I mention I have new teeth drugs? Lots of new drugs. They are lovely. Mmmmm.

( yes i do )

This is in lieu of saying that I'm writing a Centauri fic - a Vir fic, in fact - focused on the Centauri telepaths and their fate post TFoCP. ( cut for some potential spoilers )

Also, tomorrow I go to buy some clothes. And shoes. And possibly underwear. Which is always good. Yes.

P.S. monanotlisa! Email me your address to make sure I have the correct spelling etc of it so I can mail you some West Wing, girl!

Is it wrong of me to want someone to write a mind-beindingly p0rny Weevil/Logan fic, as seen through the eyes of one Veronica Mars, sleuth (and voyeur) extraordinaire?

What do you mean, yes?! Bad doggie, no biscuit.

In other news, I am watching S1 Angel and S3 Buffy (somewhat interspersed by whatever DVds and/or vidoes I can find lying around) and feeling the retro love. It's helped by the ginormous textbooks I have open everywhere. Honestly, when am I ever going to need to know about computer systems? Who the hell expects auditors to know their RAM from their ROM, anyway? Oy vey. All of my geekery is evidently channeled into less useful pasttimes like, erm, fandom. Yeah, if I was a computer geek, that would be real useful right about now.

But, on the other hand, I couldn't console myself with the thought of Logan/Weevil at Weevil's place and really messy, awkward sex. So, clearly, I am win.

*cocks pistol*

Send me p0rn, or the bunny gets it.

P.S. Faith and the Mayor? good, wholesome, family fun. Mmmmm. Yay!

Icon pairings meme from penknife:

Make a list of all the characters in your icons. (Although you may have more than one icon of a single character, they only go on the list once.) Alphabetize it. Take the first two people on the list; that's your first pairing. Second two people; second pairing. Etc.

Right: I've removed any characters who didn't have names (e.g. comic book guy from The Simpsons), and also the one random one from Desolation Jones because I can't find the character's name. The rest – in alphabetical order by surname, unless they only have one name – are paired here:

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