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POI love? Still going strong. I'm happy to hear show has been renewed for a fifth season, even if it might be its last (and oh, yes, another one of my favorites being denied the long run it so deserves). Lucky me - I still have seasons 3 and 4 to look forward to, having stalled myself for fear of having the new episodes interfere with my creative process. Which has been all but defunct for two months now. Win win, no?

Two stories in the works, a bleak h/c and a five times thing that's gone through several iterations; I think I might be satisfied with the current one. If time allows, at least one of them should get finished soon. I feel myself drawn back to the 2nd person POV; it's quite lovely for slash fic, and I love the dichotomy of distance and identification it creates.

The Blacklist has drawn my eye; I'm not exactly in love with the show (but oh, the music), as most of the characters remain perfect strangers to me. Liz doesn't appeal to me very much (feels like she got abducted all the frigging time in season 2), but I like Aram, and Tom, and would probably enjoy trying to write my way into Red's head. We'll see.

> A week from now will be the day before my orals start. My nerves are so frayed already, I don't know what to do with myself. On the other hand, by the end of next week it'll all be over and I will finally know whether or not I passed and which grades I received. I want a time machine really badly right now.

> Distracting myself with making icons. Iron Man keeps inspiring me, as does the latest Prince of Persia trailer.

> I'm not very much into domestic fics, but I keep seeing little flashes of Dean and Cas taking care of infant Sam, who was reborn after the epic battle between Lucifer and Michael. It's Dean's most heartfelt wish come true: for Sam to grow up without knowing about the monsters in his closet, with Dean and Cas watching out for him. Little Sam keeps asking questions, wanting to learn about everything he sees, all chubby cheeks and earnest eyes, laughing with glee when Cas makes the wind pick up his paper plane to let it soar high in the sky. And at the end of each day, Dean tucks Sammy in, telling him silly-crazy bedtime stories, while Cas watches the two from the doorway, eyes shining with love. Uhm, yeah. I totally blame exam nerves for my whacky fic cravings.

> I'll probably be even more AWOL than usual until the end of March. If you're so inclined, please keep your fingers crossed for me next Wednesday and Thursday.

♥

# I'm thinking about Dean and Cas in Zach's Croatoan timeline, sharing a moment of comfort and hope of a future that won't see Dean having lost everything, including himself. I quite like the idea, but I'm not sure I'm ready to write it.

# Headcold of doom has me in its grasp. Which is all right, as long as I don't develop a cough. Although I have to admit that not being able to breathe through my nose is bothering me more than I thought possible.

# Photoshop hates me these days, and I have a feeling it might be more than a phase.

# I need new music. Only I don't have the time to go hunting for it. Bummer.

# As much as I like My Bloody Valentine, I don't feel the slightest urge to rewatch it. Mostly because of the food-related grossness, but also because I have issues with the portrayal of Cas and Dean being Buffy of season 6. I'll have to wait and see where they're going with that, but for now, I don't quite like it.

What a craptastic week it has been. Things are beginning to look up again though, so there's that.

On top of discovering tons of (relatively) new music, I think I've also found my favorite shot of Dean ever. Dean's so very pretty when he's looking down, especially when he's combining that with a frown and a pout. ♥

I've been toying with several fic ideas, but writing time is scarcer than ever these days, so I think I'll have to choose one and stick with it for the time being. I'm completely in love with the idea of a WWI AU, in which a relatively young Dean serves as an orderly to Captain Jim Novak and they slowly fall into this secret, on-off affair that could end oh so very badly for both of them but of course that's no reason for them to keep away from each other. Probably the most unpopular pairing ever, but I like how it's still sort of Dean/Cas, minus the sometimes slightly awkward angelic angle.

In other news I might go AWOL for some time, but I will try and catch up with the flist as often as I can.

My sleeping patterns are all screwed to hell; I have been awake for 30 hours straight (6 of which I spent in a bus crowded with hyperactive and well-rested people) and I'm very clearly steering straight towards my breaking point. I barely know how to string together sentences any more, and I hope like you wouldn't believe that I'll get some restful sleep tonight, because I've got plans for tomorrow and I just yearn for it to be a good day. There's this Dean/Cas story I want to write, a post-series fic in which the two of them have tucked themselves away in a quiet corner of the world, simply enjoying each other's company. I feel that if I don't finish the first draft tomorrow, I never might. And it will be porny, and schmoopy, and quietly tender, because that's exactly what I want for the boys right now.

I know I haven't been around much lately, or commented on many entries, but that's mostly due to the fact that I'm desperately trying to remain unspoiled for the last five episodes of Supernatural's season 4, which I haven't seen yet due to work being insanely stressful, so yeah.

Once my workload lightens (which: hi, middle of the week) I hope to accomplish a few fannish things:
- write fic (my Sam/Dean love is flaring at the moment, so the next one is probably going to be a Wincest piece)
- prepare prompts for oxoniensis's next Porn Battle
- watch Star Trek XI (again with the middle of the week; even the non-Trek fans among my friends loved it, so naturally I can barely wait. Oh, Kirk. Oh, Spock.)
- watch the hell out of season 4

Photoshop is being very very good to me today. Like, making icons will never ever be as easy as it is right now. AND I NEED TO STOP OH WOE IS ME. I'm asleep on my feet and I need to get some rest and there's housekeeping stuff that needs doing before my Easter vacation and why is life so awesome and so mean at the same time? WOES A THOUSAND TIMES. (On the basis that the universe is largely unfair I assume that Word would be on equally good terms with me today but for the sake of my sanity I'm not going to put that theory to test.)

Is it just me or is Misha Collins really, really pretty? With his liquid blue eyes and those full lips and THAT PRETTY FACE. Oh Dean and Cas, you're going to kill me with your awesome and your pretty. Which, I totally need a breathtaking, drool-inducing wallpaper of these two. Oh yis.

To-do until Thursday:
> finish moar Cas icons and whip up the icon post of Doom
> turn messy living space into squeaky clean living place (or the closest approximation I can manage)
> finish spring mix for the not-so-long drive home

Not-to-do until Thursday:
> write Cas/Dean fic; that's for the Easter vacation when most of my Photoshop resources will be unavailable (WOES)

Rocking out to Hazy Shade of Winter, the Bangles version. Man, I dig this song so much, it's so effing energetic. *bounces*

Is it weekend yet? No? Crap. I feel like making icons all night long (CASTIEL! DEAN & CASTIEL ZOMG) but alas, there is no time so the tiny pretties will have to wait a few days. Woes!

Same goes for writing, although I feel much more comfortable about waiting with that, since I do need some time to smooth out a few bumps in the storyline. I'm not staying too close to canon anyway so that should simplify things a little.

Fic ideas keep piling up (Bobby as a plot device! Brothers separated at a very young age [I know this has been done but I want my own version mkay] AU! Sam going over to the Dark Side!) and I am amazed to see just how creative a brain can get when it comes to developing procrastination strategies. The things I'm getting done! Except for the writing! /pulling out of hair

Still haven't made any progress on the Supernatural marathon but I might just talk myself into finishing season 3 this week. I'm in serious Dean withdrawal and I'm even starting to miss Sam a little, so.

In other news I've been going through my music collection, feeding old favorites to the kawaiiPod and now I can't stop listening to the damn thing. Which, hey, okay, sleep is overrated anyway. Yay for Make You Mine by Heather Nova and David Usher's Black Black Heart (slow version). ♥ (Which reminds me: I kinda feel like making a Dean or Sam/Dean fanmix. Ohai there, strategy for avoiding writing yet again.)