I'll give you an all night movie marathon

Rec!

Sun, 27 Dec 2009 14:46:23 GMT

So I should really be packing, I'm getting the key to my new apartment tomorrow (yay!), and I should really be doing homework (why the hell it's called Christmas vacation I don't know, because I'm not any less busy than I normally am. F*cking schoolwork.)

But of course I'm not doing any of that. Because I just started reading "El viaje misterioso de los Hermanos Winchester" by regala_electra, and it's fucking fantastic. It's a gen story, a casefile fic set in Miami, and it's awesome. It has mermaids, Spanish (DEAN! SPEAKING SPANISH!), banter that is made of so much win, and awesome OCs, they are just monster-fodder but still feel like actual people.

The summary:

“The Sunshine State,” Sam intones, as though he’s reading an ancient accursed incantation and not a splashy billboard welcoming them to the state of orange groves, Disneyworld, and cheerfully corrupt election hijinks. Sam and Dean head down to Miami to investigate strange drownings that may be connected to an honest-to-God mermaid. But nothing's clear-cut and things get weirder and weirder as the murder count rises and one of the boys finds himself under the Siren's sway. Throw in some excellent Cuban food, investigations in the heart of Little Havana, and a stolen boat leading to a ride ending in bondage ("Are you ready, Odysseus?”). Welcome to Miami.

So, everybody go read it NOW.

(I know this is an oldie and everybody and their mother has probably already read it, but it's so awesome it deserves a re-read. So.)

Snow in Holland!

Sun, 20 Dec 2009 16:05:11 GMT

Here, have some pictures of the snow here in the Netherlands. Cash is loving it! And so am I. The trains are not working, all the roads are blocked with snow and I might not be able to go back to my place tomorrow, but it's so pretty!

Cash!

A field near my parents' house in Houten

Cash & my dad

His little legs are too short for the snow! So cute!

Pretty!

That's it! What's the weather like where you are?

Muy importante! (Of the not so important variety)

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 19:28:55 GMT

I started writing the J2 Labyrinth!AU again! Yay! It was supposed to be my mini-nano, but I failed and didn't finish. It's still the longest story I've ever written, so I'm calling it a win. And now I was riding my bike home from work, and I was hit by Inspiration. It's much better than getting hit by Car, I swear.

Aaaaanyway, I'm happy to be writing again. And now I want you guys to read it. Because that's how much I'm loving it. But, it's nowhere near finished yet. So if I started posting my unfinished don't-know-how-long-it'll-be-or-when-it's-gonna-be-finished WIP, would you guys read it?

Rising Con Barcelona

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 13:59:37 GMT

Soooo... I always said I would never go to a con, because I think it's too expensive and I'm just not dying for an autograph of one of the boys or to have my picture taken with them. I like my boys in fic and on the internet, I don't really want to meet them in rl.

(Can you feel the 'but' coming too?)

But... I would like to meet some fellow fangirls! And now there's Rising Con in Barcelona in June. Jared and Jensen are both coming, and it's in Barcelona. Spain! That would then be the main reason for going, with the con as a good excuse/added bonus. Churros con chocolate, Jensen y Jared. I think that's an awesome combination.

So, now I need more info. And instead of reading the whole website in Spanish, I figured I'd ask you guys. How do cons work, exactly? How soon do they usually sell out? Do you sleep in the hotel where the con is? How available are the guys for conversation (like, do you only get the autograph, or do they talk to you too?), how long are the lines, how much does everything cost besides the ticket, etc.

And: most importantly: will anyone join me if I go? Barcelona, the city of Gaudí! Sun, sea, churros and tapas!

Pimpage for chica_charlie

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 08:42:58 GMT

RULES / WATCH / JOIN

5.10 [I'm still spoilerfree!]

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 10:43:22 GMT

You guys are KILLING ME with all the titles for your episode reviews this week! There's swearing, there's dying... seriously, guys. I can't watch it yet because my computer is way too slow and the download is taking another couple of hours. HOURS! How can I wait???

MiniNaNoWriMo Day 18

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 21:32:47 GMT

Wow, is it really day 18 already? That's crazy.

I figured it was time to officially announce that I'm changing my story. When did I decide this? Well, yesterday, to be exact. I figured I'd just try to start writing a different story, to see if it went any faster than the angel!Jensen one. And it did. I'm now at almost 2,000 words, in two days, instead of 2,000 words in 2 weeks. So that's quite an improvement, don't you think?

This story is the J2 Labyrinth AU that I posted about a while ago. It's gonna have Jensen as the Goblin King, and Jared as Sarah, featuring Chad as Hoggle and Mike and Tom as Sir Didymus and Ambrosius. Anyone that has seen the film, feel free to crack up at that. (I do!) I'm still casting the role of Ludo, so if you have any suggestions, let me know!

zuben_eschamali and I figured if we could write 1,000 words every day, and then make up for around 4,000 somehow, we can still make it.

Mininanowrimo update

Mon, 16 Nov 2009 10:11:00 GMT

See how in the title for this post I'm not mentioning the day anymore? That's because it would be frickin' scary to put 'Mininanowrimo day 16' there. Day 16! Sixteen! That means we're over the halfway mark. And my word count? Is not.

But! I figured if I write about 8,000 words today, I'll be right back on track. Shouldn't take longer than a couple of hours, right? Right? ... Ok, so maybe I am screwed. But I'm not giving up on this, so I'm gonna start writing, right now!

Wish me luck. :)

mininano update

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 19:28:05 GMT

Sooo... I haven't updated on my mininano in about a week. This is bad. What's even worse, is that I don't have anything to update about. I haven't written anything since I made my last post. So, after 10 days, I'm still stuck at 1200 words.

But chica_charlie is making me write tonight, so all hope is not lost. And I did outline the story yesterday, while I was in the train.

So here's to hoping I get something done tonight. I think I'm gonna write while taking a bath. Never done that before, but it seems nice.

Anyone that wants to cheer for me or kick my ass into gear, feel free.

MiniNaNoWriMo day 2

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 21:33:03 GMT

I'm having a hard time getting my prose biblical enough. I want to write a prologue where it explains that the angels observe humans because they were created in God's image, so I took that part from the bible, but now I want to write the rest in sort of the same style, and apparently I just can't... Help, anyone? How do you guys do it when you want to write something in a very different style?

For now I think I'll just go work on another chapter, because I want to sleep and I haven't made my word count yet.

MiniNaNoWriMo day 1

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 14:21:46 GMT

Word count: 801

I need to write 666 words every day to reach the goal of 20,000 words by the end of the month. And today I made it, easy! And since I actually have more time today than I will the rest of the week, I'm gonna try to get a head start and get out some more words. Of course, that means my internet connection will have to cooperate, and I'm not sure it wants to. (ETA: It didn't. That's why I'm posting this a day late.)

Snippet of what I wrote today:

“Some days I just want to lose this weightlessness, and have gravity chain me to the earth. Sometimes I wish I could take off my shoes under the table, stretch my toes, feel the carpet. Lay on the grass outside in the sun, feeling the sun beaming down on me. Or feel the rain as it falls, and get wet.”

Oh, and did I mention already that this week is my test week? I have 3 tests on Friday, and a report I have to hand in. Not good! I don't know how I'm gonna do it, honestly...

MiniNaNo starts tomorrow!

Sat, 31 Oct 2009 20:54:07 GMT

And I don't even have anything outlined on paper yet. But! I do know which story I'm gonna write. That's something right?

It's gonna be inspired by/based on the German movie "Der Himmel über Berlin", in which "An angel tires of overseeing human activity and wishes to become human when he falls in love with a mortal." (summary courtesy of IMDB). The language and the ideas of that movie are so beautiful, that I just want to write something like it myself.And I like the idea of angel!Jensen (literally) falling for Jared.

Sooooo.... what's everybody else doing? How are you guys preparing for (mini)NaNoWriMo? Do you have everything planned out, do you have your storyline plotted out on paper? Do you have a ritual for writing, a set time every day where you sit down and write? Or are you just gonna see when inspiration strikes? Did you cancel any activities because you're gonna need the time to write? Are you gonna post what you write every day, or are you gonna do a word count post everyday? I think I'm gonna do the latter, because I do want some time to polish my story before I post it.

So! Tell me everything!

Get-to-know-you meme

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 13:14:06 GMT

From chica_charlie

The problem with LJ: We all think we are so close, but really we know nothing about one another. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away.

Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you.

This is your chance! Ask anything you want! Anything! This is what you've all been waiting for!

... Anyone? ...one...one...one... *echo*

Tue, 13 Oct 2009 13:12:28 GMT

I signed up for The Supernatural Mini NaNoWriMo over at the spnwriterlounge! I'm really excited about it, but also kind of very very nervous. I have a history of not making deadlines, and not finishing stories I start. But I'm in a better head space now than I've been for a while, and I think it's a good thing that this is about quantity instead of quality.
I'm still debating what kind of story I want to write, whether it's gonna be J2 AU that still takes place in reality, or if I'm gonna write a J2 AU that takes place in a fantasy world. I've never done the latter, but captainpixie's Labyrinth-vid kind of inspired me.
Now the important part: I'm looking for a cheerleader. Who wants to kick my ass when I'm not doing anything, and cheer for me when I am? Is anyone else doing the challenge, maybe we can pair up and cheer for each other?

SAM + SPANISH = YES! SO MUCH LOVE! Especially since he was all, 'no, actually, it's muy'. Love for Sam the know-it-all!

Twitter

Wed, 16 Sep 2009 10:32:18 GMT

I just created a Twitter account. I never felt the need to get a twitter account for my rl friends, because I have them on facebook, but after everything that happened on twitter before the season premiere, I sort of wanted a fandom twitter account. So, now I am darkershadeof there too.

Who else has a twitter account? Add/follow me! (captainpixie, I already added you!)
And what do you guys think of twitter, are you using it a lot, what does it add to your fandom experience?

Christmas pressies!

Fri, 10 Jul 2009 11:46:35 GMT

I, too, have signed up for the Christmas in July present-giving meme over at spnwriterlounge! My box is here.

Big reveal is on July 25th, so if you'd like to give me presents (YES PLEASE!), do it before July 25th! As they put it: feel free to go visit, stuff some boxes, leave fic, drabbles, art, icons, best wishes.

STUFF MY BOX! Lol, I knew I could make that sound dirty.

Fri, 10 Jul 2009 11:31:08 GMT

Hi my sweat girl,
i cant go tonight because tomorrow i have an agreement
but we are gong to the party at might, its ok?
besos

Oh, how I love to get text messages like that. I hope he means that I'm his sweet girl, and that he has an appointment tomorrow, but we're going to dance later that night. That would be awesome.

He's my new salsa dancing friend, he's gay as fuck and such an amazing dancer. And he's going to teach me, I'm so excited! (I've never had salsa lessons, which leads to awkward situations on the dancefloor. "Oh, sorry!" "Eh, what?" "What do you want from me???")

Hippie beach ftw!

Sat, 13 Jun 2009 09:19:44 GMT

Me and my friend are going to bike to a hippie beach here in Andalucia! How cool is that? First three days of biking from Granada to Almeria, and then HIPPIE BEACH!

There's going to be dancing on the beach, by the camp fire, NAKED. FUN!

(And pretty boys like you've never seen them before. By which I mean: dancing naked on the beach.)

PS: Hope I'm not scaring you. Sorry. *g*

Wed, 03 Jun 2009 14:05:27 GMT

I love how Misha is slowly (or not so slowly) replacing Chad as Jared's roommate/friend-that-he-crashes-at-when-something-goes-wrong.

And I just made flourless peanut butter cookies and they were DELICIOUS!

What? I'm totally writing. In between everything else.

Wed, 03 Jun 2009 08:51:47 GMT

Bwah. Deadline in 3 days, still 5k words to write. Why am I sitting here reading fic and con reports instead of writing?

(But the fic is going to be awesome! Just so you guys know.)

FIC: Suicide Susie (gen, PG-13)

Sat, 16 May 2009 21:14:13 GMT

This is for Aiyana, who's awesomecakes with awesomesauce. Happy birthday, babe!

Suicide Susie (gen, PG-13)
The boys investigate a series of high school suicides, all girls in their prom dresses.
Thanks to chemm80 for the beta!
2590 words.

“Dude, what is this place? Frickin' Hogwarts?”
“You know Harry Potter, Dean?”
“What? I saw the movies.”
“Right. Let's go inside.”

They're investigating a series of high school suicides, all private school girls in their prom dresses, hanging themselves in the attic of the school. One girl survived the hanging, and claims a ghost made her do it.
The school itself looks nice, red brick, 19th century, but Sam thinks it looks nothing like Hogwarts.
They have an appointment with the principal of the school, posing as journalists for a magazine.
The principal is a middle-aged man, who introduces himself as Mr. Oberhausen. They ask him a couple of questions, but he doesn't seem to know anything, says he's only been here for a couple of months.

They decide to visit the girl that survived next. Her name's Adriana, and she tells them she knows exactly what, or rather who, happened. “It was Suicide Susie,” she says. “Her boyfriend didn't show up on prom night, so she went up to the attic of the school, and hung herself. Really happened, like back in the sixties or something. She's been haunting the school ever since.”

They drive back to the motel, and Sam goes online to look through the local archives and newspapers. Dean goes out to get them some food. When he's back, Sam calls him over to the computer.

“So. It looks like Adriana might have been right. There was a girl that hung herself, back in the seventies. Her name wasn't Susie though, it was Elsa Bergmann, 16 years old. Her parents came here from Germany after the second World War, and here it says the town was shocked that she killed herself, because she was to be married to the son of a successful businessman, Martin Oberhausen.” Sam looks up from the computer screen.

Dean says: “Oberhausen? As in Oberhausen, the principal Oberhausen?”

“Apparently. Looks like the principal might know a little more than he let on this morning.”

“Look at that.” Sam says. “The first murder happened back in April. Guess who got a job as principal here last March?”

“That son of a bitch. You think maybe he has summoned the ghost, or he's controlling the ghost, making her do it somehow?”

“I don't know. Could be.”

“Let's go.”

It's dark outside when they get to the principal's house, and the lights are off. They knock on the door and ring the bell, but nobody answers.

“I'm gonna walk around back, see if I can get inside somewhere.” Dean says. Sam looks at him incredulously.

“And what, I'm the look-out? No way. I'm coming with, Dean.”

The house looks like any other house on the inside. They don't find any signs that the principal's been toying around with the supernatural. No amulets, no Ouija boards, no crystals and no spell books. The house looks ordinary, even a bit on the stuffy side.

They're upstairs, looking for clues, when Sam calls Dean over.

“Dude, come look at this.” he says.

“What?”

“It's a yearbook, class of '71.”

“That's Oberhausen,” Dean says when they're looking through it.

“You think that's Elsa standing next to him?”

“Probably.”

“She looks happy.” Sam says.

“Well, she's not happy anymore.” Dean says.“Anyway, I don't think we're gonna find anything here. Maybe he keeps his magic stuff in his school office.”

In the car, Sam says, “You really still think the principal did it? Summoned her, I mean? Maybe the ghost was just attracted to her ex-lover being there.”

“Yeah, but why would he lie to us, if he didn't have something to hide?”

They drive to the school. Dean gets out of the car, frowns, and stops with his hand still on the Impala's door.

“What?” Sam asks.

“Did it say in the paper when the girl died?” Dean says. “Did she hang herself when the prom was going on?”

“I think so, yeah. Why?”

“Because that would explain the awful 70's prom music I'm hearing! What is this, the Doobie Brothers?”

Sam flushes. “I thought it was coming from the radio in the Impala.” he says.

Dean just looks at him. Then he says, “And you went to college and all...”

They exchange looks before simultaneously bolting for the building. The halls are all dark, with only the emergency exit signs and their flashlights guiding the way. They make it to the gymnasium, where they suddenly find themselves in the middle of a supernatural 70's prom, complete with colored lights and a disco ball. In the middle of the dance floor a couple is slow dancing. It's principal Oberhausen and the ghost.

Dean immediately reaches for his shotgun, but Sam stops him.
“Wait,” he says quietly. “It doesn't look like she's hurting him.”

“Dude,” Dean whispers back. “It's a ghost. It's a ghost that's been murdering girls. This is not the Ghost Whisperer. We don't talk to ghosts about their pain. We shoot them.”

Before Sam can answer, all the doors slam shut, and the lights go out. When they turn their flashlights back on, both man and ghost are gone.

“Awesome,” Dean says. “Where the hell did they Hustle off to now?”

“The attic. She must have taken him there.” Sam says.

They runs towards the doors, and open them. Then they stop.

“Eh, which way is the attic, anyway?” Sam says.

“Dude, you did the research. Didn't you look up a plan of the building?”

“Guess I forgot. We weren't gonna go here, anyway. We were going to the principal's house. I figured I'd have time later.”

“Great. That's just great.”

They find their way to the school library, where they find a floor plan of the school.

“Can't believe we're doing boring ass research in the school library. What is this, Buffy?” Dean says, sighing.

“Yeah, except you're way less hot than Sarah Michelle Gellar.” Sam says.

Dean's about to answer, when the sound of a scream interrupts them. They run towards the sound, and find the attic. Sam runs up the stairs, casting around with his flashlight. Finally the light reveals Elsa, who's got a hold of the principal's neck. She's shaking him. He looks like he's still conscious, but only barely.

“Dean!” Sam yells, but Dean's already got his shotgun out, hitting her right in the stomach. She disappears, and the principal falls to the floor.

******

“So you're saying, you brought the rope she hung herself with back into the school when you moved into your office?” Dean asks, and he sounds only a little repulsed, which Sam has to give him credit for. They're back at the principal's house, making it back there in one piece, finding their way out of the school with the principal only half-conscious but luckily without another encounter with Elsa.

The principal is obviously shaken by Dean's question, maybe realizing his own stupidity, and only nods.

“And you kept the rope why, exactly? You figured, the rope my girlfriend hung herself with on prom night because I stood her up has great what, sentimental value?” Dean says, and he no longer keeps his revulsion out of his voice,.

Sam gives him credit for that too, but he would like to get a move on.

“Dean,” Sam interrupts. “We need to find this rope, and salt and burn it.”

He turns to the principal. “Where is it?”

“Well,” the principal starts, “it was in my office the whole time...”.

Sam says, “Please don't say 'but' now.”

“But it seems to have vanished from there.” the principal continues.

Sam looks at Dean, and he guesses he's wearing the same look of exasperation that Dean's wearing right now.

“Why does it always have to be like this?” he asks, “Why can it never just be simple, straightforward?”

“Dude, that would get totally boring after a while, and you know it.”

Sam's not so sure Dean is right this time.

They drive back to the school, bringing the principal with them.

“I don't like hauling this guy's sorry ass back in there,” Dean says. “It's a bad idea.”

“Yeah well, how else are we gonna find the rope?” Sam answers. “You wanna salt and burn every single rope we find in the school? Because that wouldn't take long at all.”

“Yeah yeah, I know. So, where do we start?”

“She seems most active in the attic.” Sam says. “My guess, the rope's there.”

“Alright, that's where we'll start, then.” Dean agrees.

They get to the attic without ghostly encounters, and stop before a door. The principal starts to say, “Well, that was easy...” but Dean shuts him up with one glare.

“Do you see this door here? This locked door?” he asks the principal.

“Yes.” the principal answers, confused.

“Well, it wasn't here before. That means either you had construction done in the couple of hours we were gone, or the ghost made it appear. Which is not good.” Dean is obviously getting more frustrated by the minute by the principal, and Sam needs to interfere before something bad happens. He gets his gun out.

“Let's get this door open, then.” he says.

He shoots the lock twice, and steps back to let Dean kick it open. He could do it, but he knows how much Dean likes to do it. And Dean looks just as happy as Sam thought, while he's kicking in the door. After he kicks the door in, they enter the attic. Sam enters last, almost bumping into the principal, who has come to an abrupt halt. He has turned incredibly pale, looks terrified, and when Sam looks around, he can understand why. The whole attic has changed, and even though the original spare furniture and other school supplies are still there, they look dim somehow, less there.

The room looks like a teenage girl's bedroom.

“Elsa's bedroom.” the principal whispers.

And as soon as he's spoken her name, Elsa appears, flickering a couple of times first, but then she's all there.

“Martin,” she says. “... you came at last.”

“Well, technically he was here before.” Dean says, but the ghost doesn't seem to pay any attention to him. Neither does Sam, because he's busy scanning the room for the rope. He doesn't see it anywhere.

Dean starts charging around the room and starts rummaging through the stuff in the attic. He throws things over his shoulder left and right, and manages to break a porcelain doll on accident. That obviously does piss the ghost off. With just a look she throws Dean against the wall. Sam rushes over. He's flung against the wall, can't move. He's a feet above the floor, hands spread out against it.

It's then the principal starts talking to the ghost. “Elsa...” he says, “Elsa, I'm so sorry.”

“Sorry?” Elsa asks, “Sorry? You didn't show up, Martin. I waited for so long!”

“I'm sorry, Elsa! I can explain, I swear. I never wanted this to happen, I never did. I was on my way, couldn't wait to see you, but my car broke down. So I was late. I'm so sorry!”

The ghost flickers away. When she reappears, she has the rope and is standing right in front of the principal. Another flicker and she has the noose over the principal's neck. It pulls itself tight.

The principal starts sobbing now. “I never meant to hurt you, Elsa! Believe me, please! I loved you, I always loved you, I never stopped loving you! Elsa, please!”

“Prove it!” the ghost exclaims, still pulling the noose tighter. “Come with me, join me, never leave me again.” she says.

“I will!” the principal says, “I will.” Then the rope pulls him up high, and he starts choking. He's not struggling anymore.

Sam struggles, but he's not able to do anything but watch as the principal's breathing gets slower, shallower, and finally stops. Sam sees Dean collapse on the floor and Sam's right behind him. He gets up and rushes over to the principal, intending to cut him loose and try CPR on him.

Sam stops in his tracks when the bedroom starts to vanish, and the principal vanishes with it. He just fades together with the bed, stuffed animals and doll house. Everything fades, but there's one thing that stays. In the middle of the attic, the rope hangs, still in noose form, but without anything in it. Sam looks at Dean, and Dean looks back, but neither of them knows what to say.

******

“Well, that was disturbing.” Dean says, as they're back in the car. They took the rope down, and salted and burned it, even though Sam thinks Elsa got what she wanted, and wouldn't have come back anyway. But, you know, better safe than sorry, and all that.

“I still don't understand what happened. How the hell did he just vanish? Did you check Dad's journal, was there anything in there?”

“Nope,” Dean says, “but it saves us having to bury him, so I call it a win.”

Of course Dean has to be crude about this, Sam thinks. “Oh, you can't seriously be fine with it,” he says. “She just got away with murder.”

“I'm not gonna have a deep and meaningful conversation about this, Sam.” Dean answers.

Sam doesn't agree, but he knows better than trying to get somewhere when Dean's like this.

“So, Harry Potter huh?” he asks Dean. He's never gonna let him hear the end of this. “You secretly think Hermione is hot, don't you?”

Dean just looks out the window, doesn't deny it.

Sam laughs. “That's what I thought.”

'Cause all the popular kids are doing it...

Tue, 12 May 2009 08:22:26 GMT

I now have a Dreamwidth account! I'm darkershadeof there too. Thanks to entrenous88 for the invite code!

There's nothing there yet, but I'm finding out how dreamwidth works, so soon I'll start posting there. I'm still going to crosspost everything here, not sure yet about comments here or there, but we'll see.

Yay, dreamwidth!

Fri, 13 Feb 2009 20:41:27 GMT

Just posting this to let you guys know I'm in Spain now, and I'm loving it here. I spend some time in Málaga, then a day in Granada, and now I'm in a little village called Trevélez. it's in the Alpujarras-mountains, to the south of the Sierra Nevada. I'm up at the farm most of the time, without electricity, hot water or any form of heating, and I'm loving it. It does mean however, that I'm not on lj that much. So I just wanted let you guys know that. I'm still reading, just not commenting.

I'll be around more when I get back, I guess. :) See you in september!

Donde está la oficina de turismo, por favor?

Sun, 04 Jan 2009 22:01:33 GMT

I have news! Exciting news! *drum roll* In February, I'll be going away for 7 months, to Andalucía, Spain. I'm going to work there as a volunteer on an ecological farm. With horses! I want to improve my Spanish and you know, do something useful for the world, and this is a good way to do it. And I'll get to learn how to ride horses, which is a pretty big plus. :)

The farm I'll be staying at is called Camino Verde, and it's a horse farm that grows its own horse feed and offers rides through the Sierra Nevada National Park for tourists. I'll be doing all sorts of work, both on the land and taking care of the horses.
And when there are rides, I'll be cooking for the tourists. They have picnics in the national park, and I'll probably be the one to drive the food over there too, in a four wheel drive, which is totally awesome.
The last thing I'm gonna be doing over there is homeschooling their kids (aged 6, 9 and 13), which is also very exciting, but kinda scary too, since I don't have any experience whatsoever with kids and/or teaching.

I already bought all sorts of shiny new things for the trip, like a new backpack, new shoes, and a very pretty new laptop. It's one of those netbooks that only weigh 2 pounds, it's tiny (& cute!). And of course I bought a lot of new clothes, because a girl needs new clothes when she's going away for so long, right? And while it's gonna be very hot in the summer, right now there's still a lot of snow in the mountains. So I needed to buy fleece sweaters, and new jeans. Really!

Now all I need to do is find a place to stay in Málaga for a couple of days, because that's where I'll be arriving and I won't be able to catch a train to the actual farm until the next day, or maybe even later. I've signed up with the couchsurfing network, but actually emailing people to ask them if I can stay there is scary. So I've been procrastinating like crazy. Someone tell me to do it, please. Thanks!

Fic: 'Cause it's never touched a frying pan (Jared/Jensen, NC-17)

Fri, 28 Nov 2008 20:57:14 GMT

I wrote fic! I wrote porn! In fact, I wrote J2 sushi!porn. I'm pretty pleased with how this turned out. First fic ever! *is proud*

'Cause it's never touched a frying pan. (Jared/Jensen, NC-17)
They're eating sushi. Jensen talks dirty. Jared gets hot.
Beta by madame_meretrix, who rocks. Thanks for making this a better fic, babe! Title from 'One Week' by Barenaked Ladies.

Jared can't help himself. He's watching Jensen eat his sushi, and he gets a little hot.

He can't help but stare as Jensen fumbles a little with the chopsticks, then picks up a big piece of salmon futomaki and puts it in his mouth. When Jensen closes his eyes, visibly enjoying the taste, a small groan escapes him. Jensen looks up at him, wicked gleam in his eyes.

“Oh, you like that, Jay? You like it when I dip this piece of sushi in the soy sauce, put it in my mouth, and suck on it? You like it when I close my eyes because it tastes so good? You like that, Jay?”

Jared tries to answer, but all that comes out is another groan. Jensen continues,

“How about when I put too much wasabi on it, and I choke on it a little? Do you imagine me taking you into my mouth, sucking all the way down? You like that, baby? I know you do. You get so turned on when I put things in my mouth. You like my dirty, pretty mouth, huh, baby?”

Jared can't do anything but nod and stare at Jensen's mouth. He's afraid he might come in his pants, which would be bad. They could never come back here after that. And Jared likes it here. A lot. There's a little river that runs in front of the bar, and the sushi comes out in tiny little boats, which is probably the best thing ever. Jared can't figure out why they don't have it everywhere.

Luckily Jensen seems to think alike, because he signals a waitress. “Could you wrap all this up to go please? We really have to leave. It's an emergency.” The waitress hurries away with their food, they pay, and walk to the car. Jared's glad he's wearing baggy jeans, because he's still hard.

As soon as they're in the car, Jensen's on his knees on the passenger's side, undoing Jared's pants. “I'm gonna suck your cock now, Jay. I don't want to wait.” Jared wants to object, wants to say that getting caught like this in the parking lot of the restaurant could still get them banned. He wants to say they need to think of the river of sushi. But then Jensen does that thing where he licks the tip of his cock, then blows on it, and Jared just doesn't care anymore. They could be in the parking lot of the fuckin' White House, and he still wouldn't care.

Jensen licks some more. “You taste better than sushi, Jay. I love the taste of you.” Then he sucks him all the way in and Jared almost explodes from finally having Jensen's mouth on him. It's a good thing that Jensen can't talk anymore, because Jared wouldn't be able to last through one more minute of dirty talk. Even still, he knows he won't last long as Jensen takes him all the way in, sucking and groaning like Jared's cock is the most delicious thing he's ever tasted.

Then Jensen pulls back and starts kissing Jared's neck. In between kisses, he says, “When we get home, and we're done eating sushi, you're gonna be my dessert. I'm gonna put soy sauce all over you,” he says, moving lower. “I'm gonna put it on your chest,” and he places a kiss on Jared's chest, “on your belly” he says as he places a kiss there, “and finally some on your cock,” as he bites Jared's inner thigh, in the spot he knows Jared's ticklish. “And I'm gonna lick you clean, sucking every drop off of you, and I'm gonna enjoy myself so much, Jay.”

He starts sucking Jared's cock again, and swirls his tongue over the tip, and that, combined with the visual of Jensen fulfilling his promise, is just too much. He comes in Jensen's mouth, and Jensen takes it all, swallowing it down and coming up for a kiss that tastes like a mix of wasabi, soy sauce and Jared.

Jared can't wait to get home.