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Dear computer, please to not be exploding AGAIN for at least four weeks so that I might save up enough to buy a new computer that's not a worthless piece of crap out of desperation. Jesus Christmas, am I sick of this.

Anyway, ( Project Runway reaction )

Urgh. I have to go write now. Oh, and get a new wallpaper, because fixing my computer AGAIN meant it ate my old wallpaper. Bah. I think I'll go find something pretty with Winchesters on it, which is redundant but still.

Fic: You Let Me Complicate You (Supernatural)

Somewhere between the addictive new fandom and the boredom of being stuck inside this winter, I've now written more fic in sixty-eight days than I wrote all of last year. Heh. :)

Title: You Let Me Complicate You
Author: Troll Princess
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sam/Dean/OFC
Spoilers for: "Shadows"
Warnings: Wincest, questionable consent (I hesitate to say non-con, but ... well. Hmm.)
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I just like playing with them.
Summary: Dazed and confused, and maybe they've screwed up this job beyond the telling of it.
Author's note: This is a wee bit dark, even for me. (And can you tell I was listening to a remix of "Closer"?)

( You Let Me Complicate You )

Another thing that amused me about Santino's collection

There was only one outfit in Santino's collection I wouldn't wear, and there's good reason.

( Why I wouldn't wear this outfit, and still love it to pieces )

EDIT: And an X3 pic that makes me inordinately happy while spoiling nothing (unless you still don't know who's in the movie) ...

( Watch me happy sigh )

SON OF EDIT: Carissa Gaghan is the most adorable person on the planet. Or at least out of the people who've ever been on TAR.

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You know what really pisses me off about the whole Napoli thing on a personal level? (And not just the offensiveness of the whole quote, because really anybody with common sense should be disgusted by it.)

It's that that may be the first time I've ever been given the impression I'm not a good ENOUGH virgin.

How is that even fucking possible?

And what really, REALLY pisses me off about that whole thing is that as a virgin, even in the situation cited, I would still not have an abortion. I'm pro-choice for everybody else, but I would never have an abortion unless my life was in danger or the fetus wasn't viable. I might not keep it in a situation like that -- I'd have to do a LOT of soul-searching -- but I'd still have it. I just couldn't bring myself to do it if it were me.

And yet, still not a good enough virgin.

Fuck you, Napoli. Fuck you hardcore.

EDIT: And for the Google-bomb, Bill Napoli.

GIP!

Okay, fine. I'm not a good enough virgin then. ;)

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My mother has lost seven pounds and my midsection is slowly but surely getting toned up. *happy dance*

Also, this is me reminding myself that I have to go to the post office tomorrow to mail something for my dad and send stuff back to insidian (Got it! :)) and mail a couple of bills. *writes on virtual Post-It Note, tapes to forehead*

You know why my brain is broken? Because I'm seriously tempted to write a Supernatural crossover so crack-addled I'm not sure I could handle it. I can't even mention the other fandom. That's how crack-addled it is.

Okay, it's The Amazing Race. Kill me now.

No, wait, now I'm thinking there should totally be a fandom-based TAR roleplaying game with eleven teams of fandom characters going around the world, and I know there was a huge crossover fanfic or something like this, but my GOD, if that game were real, I'd so want to play Sam Winchester.

Okay, NOW you can kill me.

It occurs to me that what I would be really good at is a job coming up with roleplaying games. not actually executing them, but coming up with the ideas for them. *nods solemnly*