Since you're gone my empty arms have nothing left to hold

This post is just memes. But at least it's something not con or late ep reviews related. ;)

The three things meme, snagged from half of my FL:

SIX NAMES YOU GO BY: (do I even have 6 names? Let's try..)
1. Lavinia
2. Janie
3. Lavi (-> which I hate, but since it's the natural shortening..)

... and I suck because all the other nicknames I have are from elementary school and stuff. So it's over here.

( the rest )

And, icon meme!

How do you feel right now?



What's your favorite pastime?



( cut! )

Anyway. HI! I think I'm caught up with most of my stuff. I still have a bunch of posts opened in tabs to answer to, but I'll do that in the next two days. And I'm not narcoleptic anymore after a week of falling asleep everywhere, which isn't bad at all. And I'll have a real-real update one of these days. And now I'll go take a walk because it's a nice day and I want to be out. ;) *waves*

Dude. I wrote Sam/Castiel. AND IT ISN'T EVEN CRACK. (Well, fine, I kinda had written it in a comment fic I will share sooner or later but WHATEVER.) This was so not supposed to happen. Blame last episode. I-just-had-to, even if I have a lot of more pressing matters, in theory.

Title: I Just Need A Place To Lay My Head
Pairing: Sam/Castiel
Rating: PG-something (less than 13 but more than PG?)
Wordcount: 2600
Warnings: someone is drunk. 5x17. That's a warning enough I guess?
Summary: where Castiel is both drunk and miserable, Sam is both worried and miserable, and they try to deal with it.
Spoilers: 5x17 '99 Problems' coda, ergo up and included said episode.
Disclaimer: SPN isn't mine and the title isn't either. If SPN was mine I wouldn't be so cruel.
A/N: using for sacred_20 #12, faith. Also. I like Sam/Castiel. I do, even if it isn't exactly my ship. I just don't usually write it. And if I do, it's crack. But after last episode I kind of had to and just, duh, I don't even know. I'm not jumping ship. I just had to. Really. ;) Title stolen from The Weight by Bob Dylan & The Band.

( Yes, I did it for him. Which does not mean that I haven’t learned to care about you, too. )