it's frakking cold here...
Dec. 7th, 2005 12:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tommygirlNew Alias tonight. And it has Sark and that makes me extremely happy! I need something to hold onto after all. I mean, I've been enjoying this season for what it is, and I don't miss Vaughn all that much (I don't think I've gotten over his season three portrayal enough to miss him - though I still love Michael Vartan)...but it'll be nice to see a familiar face. Especially Sark's face. Raar. So pretty!
I'd really like it though if we could have Weiss and Sark back for the remainder of the run of the show. That would make me so happy.
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I updated my website last night and it was hell. I wrote a lot since the last update (well, a lot for me) and it took forever for me to go through and add things. I must remember not to go so long without updating because I hate nothing as much as coding my website. Bah. But yes, everything should be at the website now if you're interested - though almost all of it is located in my livejournal memories too.
Also put up some more recs over at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
polyfandomrecs. That's the new Rec journal that ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iamtheenemy and I created together. We both read a whole lot, we're both picky, and we both like different pairings/shows a lot of the time. So yes, feel free to friend or check it out - I will warn...we're still updating a lot at the moment just to get all our recs in order at the one location, so it might spam the friends list in the beginning.
Still have tons more fannish things to do this month - holiday ficathons are coming up quicker than I expected and I really need to get some of those stories finished. Otherwise Steph and Jen will kill me when I overload them for beta services. Hee.
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If livejournal could stop filling my inbox with month old comments, I'd greatly appreciate it. Ugh.
Have a good day, y'all. And remember - new Sark-filled alias tonight!
I'd really like it though if we could have Weiss and Sark back for the remainder of the run of the show. That would make me so happy.
**
I updated my website last night and it was hell. I wrote a lot since the last update (well, a lot for me) and it took forever for me to go through and add things. I must remember not to go so long without updating because I hate nothing as much as coding my website. Bah. But yes, everything should be at the website now if you're interested - though almost all of it is located in my livejournal memories too.
Also put up some more recs over at
polyfandomrecs. That's the new Rec journal that iamtheenemy and I created together. We both read a whole lot, we're both picky, and we both like different pairings/shows a lot of the time. So yes, feel free to friend or check it out - I will warn...we're still updating a lot at the moment just to get all our recs in order at the one location, so it might spam the friends list in the beginning. Still have tons more fannish things to do this month - holiday ficathons are coming up quicker than I expected and I really need to get some of those stories finished. Otherwise Steph and Jen will kill me when I overload them for beta services. Hee.
**
If livejournal could stop filling my inbox with month old comments, I'd greatly appreciate it. Ugh.
Have a good day, y'all. And remember - new Sark-filled alias tonight!
Secret Santa Drabble!
Date: 2005-12-07 12:25 pm (UTC)“This box, too, Dad.” Dean tugged on the cardboard box to drag it closer to his Dad.
“Careful, Dean.” John reached down and grabbed the tattered box from his son. “Thanks for the help.” He smiled, and ruffled his four year old son’s hair.
Baby Sammy was sleeping in his bassinette, now placed just off to the side of the Christmas Tree. John kept his baby son close, at all times. He had failed his wife, he would not fail to keep Sammy safe.
John opened up the box, and found a bunch of Mary’s favorite Christmas decorations inside. Garish metallic garlands, multiple strings of lights, a few tree ornaments, and a Santa Claus that Dean had colored at preschool last year were in the box. Each and every single item in it reminded him of Mary. The pain of losing her was almost too sharp, too much to bear.
“This one, Dad!” Dean’s short fingers lifted up one of the ornaments. “We need this one! Mommy bought it special for Sammy, before he was born.” Dean squeaked. “She stole it.”
“Stole it?” John questioned. That was most unlike Mary.
“Mommy said it was a steal.”
“Oh.” John chuckled. “It means that Mommy didn’t take too much out of her piggy bank to buy it.” He opened up the ornament box, and withdrew a shiny, red glass ornament, emblazoned with the words “Baby’s First Christmas.”
John didn’t bother to choke back his tears.
Re: Secret Santa Drabble!
Date: 2005-12-07 01:30 pm (UTC)Secret Santa
Date: 2005-12-08 12:01 pm (UTC)For Dec 8th, 2005-
You'll Shoot Your Eye Out- A Supernatural Drabble
“You are so dead when Dad finds out, Sammy! Totally Dead!” Dean exclaimed, hurrying his younger brother into the bathroom.
“Like I don’t know that!” Eight year old Sam grumbled.
“You’re stupider than stupid!” Dean ranted, as he searched through the cabinet drawers for first aid supplies. “Dad didn’t let me have a gun outside of jobs until I was ten. And even then, he made me wear the goggles. But you beg and plead, and write like ten zillion letters to Santa asking for a BB gun. And you get one!”
“So?”
“So…you snuck outside when Dad’s away, and I’m supposed to be watching you.”
“I asked you, you said yes.”
“You should know better than to interrupt me when I’m playing Sega. I never listen to anybody when I’m playing my games, you know that, stupidhead. And you didn’t wear your goggles, and look at you. You nearly shot your eye out!”
“Nearly!” Sam protested. “It’s still there!”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Sammy, if you can’t shoot a snowman without almost blinding yourself, how are you gonna face down monsters on jobs?” He applied a large band aid to the wound under Sam’s eye. “Honestly. Little brothers.” He sighed.