loony_moony

Title: Feel my breath on your neck
Author: loony_moony
Pairing: Jared/Genevieve, implied Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Pegging
Word Count: 1,075
A/N: Yesterday wanttobeatree and I were engrossed in our little fantasy that Genevieve is totally the buthcest guy in the Ackles-Padalecki household (don't ask). Then she dared me (and nagged over and over afterwards) to write Genevieve pegging Jared. I succumbed to the pressure and this is the result.
Now let me make it clear - if you even think about coming to this post and trashing around, don't even read this fic. I SO don't have patience for this kind of behaviour, and I WILL ban your ass.
Everyone else - enjoy! :)
Title is from Bjork's "An Echo, A Stain".
Unbeta'ed
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and I wish I did because they're all so fucking hot.

( Feel my breath on your neck )

Title: Unfold in a Generous Way
Author: loony_moony 
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,865 (hahahahah stupid livejournal and your 10K character limit)
Warnings: Nothing really
A/N: Written for memphis86's prompt: "J2 AU: One's a masseuse. One's a cranky Wall Street executive. Sexiness and rumpled clothing ensues" for her fabulous happy endings meme. I might write a small sequel for this in the near future. :)
The title is from a song by Bjork called "Undo".
Feedback: Is adored
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this, bah, humbug.

( Unfold in a Generous Way )

I just joined Big Bang.

Oh god.

I'm totally blaming you, Memphis, by the way.

Also, I managed to drop my external harddrive to the floor yesterday from my ottoman, and I think one of the fans got fucked up. That harddrive has all my videos and music on it. YAY.

Jensen Ackles is still really bowlegged in My Blood Valentine 3D. And that's a huge surprise to everyone, I'm sure.

IT NEEDS TO STOP BEING COLD OMFG.

Back to your regular schedule.

Title: 30 Days
Author: loony_moony
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: R
Warnings: Unadulterated schmoop. Really, just a lot of fluff. Hee!
Word Count: 2,339
Summary: Jared is surprisingly a gentleman, which sort of proves chivalry and blue balls were invented around the same time (or at least Jensen likes to think so). Good thing they like each other.
A/N: Written for seventhpage’s extra prompt, which she thought she wasn’t allowed to make, so of course it caught my attention immediately: dating!boys! Featuring shy!sexually frustrated!Jensen and Jared who's all like, "NO SEX UNTIL I TAKE YOUT OUT TO 1. dinner, 2. a picnic, 3. a museum tour, 4. wineries, etc etc etc. *GLEE HANDS*
Super quick beta by the awesome chash, whose notes were pretty much the funniest beta notes EVER, and did I mention she’s awesome?
Thanks also go to memphis86 for random help while I was writing this, and for the title. <33
Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly. Oh, but if they were...

( 30 Days )

Because ignited asked, and because if I give the Cylon some robot kibble, she might give me dolphins back!

( A snippet from my brain-eating J2!Dragon/Donkey fic )

YES, I KNOW.

Happy second candle!

While out today with my mom:

We saw "Milk" together. I thought it was an incredibly well done, well acted, touching movie. Even my mom, who usually sort of shies away from teh ghey said the scenes between Sean Penn and James Franco were very romantic but not sugarcoated.

But I'm kinda insanely excited now about "Waltz with Bashir" coming to NY. ignited, I think it'd blow your mind with the animation.

....and I could swear I passed John Krasinski on the way to the subway afterwards. Huh.

And now I'm going to finish reading the fics open in my computer, then put a SPN marathon and continue the Packing From Hell.

Meh.

PS: I'm not doing the Xmas mixes thingy because most of my music now is in mp4 format, which makes it impossible to share.

PPS: I had this PHENOMENAL idea for a vid involving Bjork's "An Echo, A Stain" and Mary Winchester that could knock people's SOCKS OFF. If only I knew how to vid, alas.

PPPS: AAAAAAAH MY XMAS-J2 FIC IS UNTOUCHED WHAT SHALL I DOOOOOOOO

PPPPS: Really? A Vancouver Con? Dear lord. I guess someone listened to Jared talking about introducing his babies to, uh, US. I don't want to start a wank or something, but man, enough is enough with those cons. How many more opportunities do we actually NEED to drool on them ask them embarrassing questions that'll make the rest of the fandom facepalm?

IN CONCLUSION:

1. Admit it, you've always wanted to sweat sparkles DAZZLE like Edward Cullen. Well, now you can! Newest lolgift everybody will get this Xmas/Hanukkah! And then it'll crust over and you'll look as if Edward just came on you, rather than dazzled you, but I guess some people would like that.

2. Hugh Jackman will host the next Oscars. Man, I KNOW I'm not the only person thinking this man has no personality to speak of if he's not a) bursting in song and dance, b) has iron claws sprouting from his hands,or c) running topless on a beach in Australia. I WANT STEWART AND COLBERT, DAMMIT.

3. keepaofthecheez has started a Disney-Pixar J2 challenge comm and has a poll about it. I may or may not be already writing J2!Dragon/Donkey. DEAR LORD IT'S EATING MY BRAIN.

Heh.

So here's the thing. I got my spn_j2_xmas assignment, and it's awesome. It's seriously awesome. I got a giftee so well-matched to what I normally sprout, it's like magic, and said giftee wrote prompts that are nothing short of made of WIN. I want to write not one fic, but like TEN.

But then, oh then, my brain decides to SPAZ and give me the stink eye and sound a lot like Dr. House. So let's just call my brain GREG PADACKLES.

MOONAY: Woooooo! Prompts! Shiny, shiny prompts! Let's write LOADS OF FIC.
GREG PADACKLES: *grunt*
MOONAY: Here! See? 400 words of shiny beautiful Jensen! Aw, it's going to be awesome!
PADACKLES: I'm sorry, what? AHAHAHAHA.
MOONAY:...why are you laughing at me.
PADACKLES: You honestly think you're going to write a long fic with a porny ending? Think again. Come back next year, when I'm not burnt out from the last time you tried that.
MOONAY: IT WAS NINE MONTHS AGO. GET OVER IT, ASSFACE.
PADACKLES: YOU CAN'T CALL YOUR OWN BRAIN ASSFACE.
MOONAY: I JUST DID. WHATCHA GONNA DO ABOUT IT?
PADACKLES: Well, for one thing, remind you that YOU HATE WRITING PORN. For another, that YOU HATE WRITING UST. Also that your Jensen sucks.
MOONAY: You know WHAT, continue like this and I'll make you watch GOSSIP GIRL.
PADACKLES: You wouldn't DARE.


....and that's why I'm avoiding my assignment.


Anyone else having writing woes?

Dedicated to Sera Gamble's unbelievably annoying anviliciousness -

It was the darkest day of the year, and the sky was overcast. A red sun rose, and blood has been spilled. Thus, the Winchesters were having a heart to heart conversation with one doubting angel (albeit with awesome hair) in a lonely motel room, somewhere in the heart of America.

"Oh, my destiny", sighed Sam.

"Oh, Hell", sighed Dean.

"Oh, John McCain", sighed Castiel.

"Wait, what?" said Sam.

"You know. He lost!" replied Castiel tearfully. "Obama as president? Who will want to bring evil upon us then?"

Dean blinked. "...um, I know this demon. White eyes, threw me in Hell, tries to bring Lucifer back?"

"Your plebian issues mean nothing to my inherent Republican heart. After all, is Lilith a maverick? Nooooo. She's trying to bring forth a plan in existence since the dawn of time," Castiel flapped his hands disdainfully.

"Wow, you're kinda gay," said Sam.


The End


(Also, everyone should read chash's 'Your Brains Are No Match For My Tractorbeam', because it's 17,000 words of J2!AU NERDGASM. AAAAAAAAAH THE LOVE I HAVE FOR THIS FIC. :D)

I wrote this for tvm and mickeym as a response to this candid of Jared that tvm posted.

1,195 words, unbeta'd.

( So Why Don't You Stay For A Little Longer )

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