Title: Sieste
Rating: K
Word Count: 362
Note: Written for Steven, just like last time.

( RAWR )

I'm here writing more unimportant things to my imaginary flist. You can pretty much just skip over this completely.

Yesterday, Vincent kept coming by mine and Steven's locker during lunch. He was smiling and laughing or looking kinda sad and lonely. I wanted to hug him, but yeah, like he would ever allow that, even if it was a life or death situation. I know this very well, so I have to stop thinking about it.

And now it's gotten to the point where Vincent ain't the only one that can hurt me, even if it's just a fraction of the usual pain.

I convinced my french teacher to let me go sit in the back corner next to the windows. Guess who sits in front of me? André. None of you will remember him cuz he was mentioned in one of the posts that no one ever read.

Anyways. Near the end of the class everyone had stopped working. André leaned his chair back on two legs, shoved his binder on my desk and put his head down on it. He was looking at me and Lauri-Ann was all "Basically that's his way of flirting with you!" and I don't remember what he said cuz his eyes are really pretty but I know that it hurt.

And then, right when I was gonna start playing with his hair, the teacher talked to us because we had to pass something back up to the front and then he didn't come lay back down again and I was kinda really mad at life.

Thing is, I know neither of them will ever really love me. Actually, scratch that. I know that pretty much no one on the whole planet would ever love me. So I should stop hoping, maybe become a priest or a hermit or something. Stay away from humans. Yes. Good idea there brain.

Note the extreme sarcasm.

Baby Beluga in the deep blue sea,
Swim so wild and you swim so free.
Heaven above, and the sea below,
And a little white whale on the go.

Yesterday we had English for first period. I was sitting with Mic and Steven was sitting in front of us with Mic's friend Guillaume. Mic and Guillaume started complaining of headaches and stomach cramps. After class Mic went home and I think Guillaume might've too.

During the break between first and second period, Steven got really really pale so the teacher said I could be late to class and I brought him to the nurse. He took advil and went to lay down. I went back up to the third floor to our history class and sat with Yaëlle. The teacher was talking, and have you ever had a teacher who naturally has a really loud voice? Serge has a really really loud voice, and he walks when he talks.

We were supposed to do this big thing, but Yaëlle went to tell Serge about my migrain and they made me go to the nurse too. Then me and Steven stayed in her office while she called his mom and talked for 15 minutes.

THEN SHE REFUSED TO CALL MY DADDY TO COME GET ME.

She was all "Stanstead is too far and your father won't want to come get you."

1) I know my Daddy better than you do slutfacedcunt!
2) Steven lives in Stanhope and it's just as far away!

So I spent the rest of the day, from 10 to 3, sleeping in another little office with medical supplies in it because it had a little bed. The bed wasn't comfortable and I wasn't allowed to close the door so the light made my migrain worse. After a while the ticking of the clock on the wall started making it worse, too.

Then, when I finally got home 20 minutes late because the bus driver wanted to drop me off last, I ate like a pig. Seriously.

Three plates of rice, a big chicken breast, two cereal bars, two toast, a rice cake and a breakfast drink. And I was still hungry.

But I wasn't sick because I didn't eat becaue I did before going to school, and so did my friends and the felt sick too.

Neways. Gotta go to school nows. Byezzz.

<3

Title: Mon Amour
Rating: K :3
Note: Um, french speaky flist? Not so much *sighs*
Note2: This was written for Steven, my french!gay-but-says-he's-bi!best friend.

( blahblahblah )

Title: Like they do on the Discovery Channel
Rating: NC-17. duh.
Word Count: 1670
Summary: A look at a few times Jensen goes to Jared's house.
Note: PLEASE DON'T HATE ME FLIST *hides deep in my cave*

( SHAMEFUL PORN PORN PORN AHEAD )

Yesterday we were at my big sister Selena's appartment. My mom came over. We argued. She disowned me and my other big sister Jaytara. She said that she doesn't want to see us again, said that if we have plans in the city that Daddy can bring us and come get us after. Good thing Daddy has full guardianship, huh?

I bought animal crackers the other day. <3

My mouth hurts now because of the dentist on friday. The left side of my mouth was numb from 10:30am to 8pm. I have bite marks all over the inside of my cheek and the left side of my tongue.

But.

Yu Yu Hakusho, ep 6 to 21 for now. <3

Title: Ashley's revenge
Rating: Uh. T, maybe. Or M.
Word Count: 531
Note: This fic was written because of the 5th and 6th comment over here. And I managed to make it Sam/Dean/Cas. I'm epic.
Dedication: ASHY *licks* <3


Dean hits BH over the head just as Castiel wing-flutters back into the abandoned warehouse with a big spiral of barbed-wire floating beside him. Sam’s demon-mojo mixes with Castiel’s angel-fu and the wire wraps first around ZZM and then BH, tying them to the wooden post and digging into their skin.

“So, Cuntsluts.” Dean says, twirling a machete expertly between his fingers, “Know why you’re here?”

ZZM whimpers behind two strips of duct tape and Sam sighs disappointedly. He steps up beside Dean, cracking his whip forward against ZZM’s thighs. He laughs as she starts crying.

“You insulted Ashy’s Jovinick.” Castiel glares at them. “Dean, think I should smite them?” Thunder claps loud outside to mock the two. Castiel should know; it’s his angel-fu.

“Y’know you’re gonna have to die now, right? Seriously.” Dean smirks.

“It’s true.” Sam grins.

“It is.”

“Indeed.”

“I concur.”

“Obviously.”

Sam shuffles off into a corner and comes back out with a .45. He pushes it against the top of ZZM’s right knee and cocks it, watching her watch him tease his finger along the trigger before he pulls it.

BH screams as the bullet forces in and wedges itself deep in the bone, blood spurting.

“So what if Kevin didn’t react when Nick said he forgot his birthday?! Dean and Sam don’t even know when my birthday is!” Cas’s voice booms.

Dean saunters into his own corner. He practically skips back into view, holding a medium sized chainsaw in one hand and a bottle of vinegar in the other. He cranks it up and grins Cheshire Cat big as he hacks at BH’s legs. Blood flies all over the place, and when he hits bone pieces shoot off in every direction, like at the dentist’s.

Sam yanks off the tape just as Dean pours the vinegar over her lower half and her scream turns into a shriek. She struggles hard, arching against the post as her body slips down, barbed wire digging deep.

“Oooh, so Nick didn’t prep Joe! He still used lube, right? And Joe loved it anyway because he’s a slut for his brothers and likes it rough. Aaaand. Sam didn’t even prep Dean for their first time, but that wouldn’t matter to you, would it? WOULD IT?!” Cas bellows angrily. Then, “I’m an angel.”

“We know, Cas.” Sam chuckles, hand smacking against the angel’s ass, “You proved that completely the first time we let you join in and your wings went crazy. You poked me in the eye with a couple of feathers.” Sam grins as he goes back to his corner.

Sam comes back over with a tank of gasoline in his hand. He unscrews the top and pours it all over the ugly, crying girls. Dean pulls a Zippo out of his pocket and flips it open.

“Bye, whore faced cunts!” Dean grins happily and waves as he throws the Zippo on the floor.

Cas flails and then they’re outside, Angel-Fu and Demon-Mojo making them appear across town from the burning building. They can see it from there.

Ashley rushes up and grabs Castiel’s hand. They skip off into the sunset with Sam and Dean behind them.

THE END :D

This is me trying to make my Flist believe that I'm a good photographer. We shall see what happens. I bet no one's going to look XD

( Sparkle Sparkle )

Kristen: is that what happened today at school

Me: no. but it's what it felt like last friday. well. it feels like that pretty much everytime i see him. it was just worse friday.

Kristen: why D:

Me: he was dressed up kinda, right? as a farmer. so he was wearing a faded green tshirt with paint stains on it. so i went to tell him that it was ugly even though i think it suits him better than his rapper crap. he wanted me to listen to something on his MP3 player which almost made me cry, because it'd been months and months. it was some french comedy thing, but i wasn't really listening. he was smiling and laughing and his cheeks were red and he was eating chocolate and he was kinda hunched over and his hair was in his eyes and he was barely 15 inches away and he was so gorgeous and i kinda wanted to go curl up in a dark corner and die. and then he went away. but i still wanted to die.

Kristen: why DDD:

Me: because i love him and he went away and i know he doesn't love me back and never will and it hurts so so bad.

Kristen: D: make him love youuu

Me: and how am i supposed to do that?

Kristen: love spell

Me: and that's supposed to work?

Kristen: yes

Me: how?

Kristen: i dont know, but we can do it!

Me: it wouldn't work. even if the spell would be real. cuz he hates me with everything he has. even though he told Steven that he kinda considers me a friend.

Kristen: maybe he has the secret love for you

Me: i doubt it.

Kristen: why

Me: why would he have a reason to hide it? it's been nearly 12 months since i told him.
Kristen: because hes a jerk like that

Me: yeah well. if he loved me, it would hurt him too, i figure. so he wouldn't do that.

Kristen: *looking for tape*

Jensen walks into the building, long blond hair flowing down his back. He manages to make it without any techies seeing him, though his bright blue dress catches on some tables. He peeks on set, peering past the door. Jensen waits for everyone to arrive before pushing into the room.

"YO PEOPLE!" Jensen yells happily, voice high pitched and smooth.

Jared turns and gapes at him, fake vampire teeth falling from his mouth. There's blood around his mouth and his hair is black and slicked back. his cape looks way too short on him, and there's sparkles on it from the makeup girls. Everyone else is laughing.

"What? You don't like Alice in Wonderland?" Jensen pouted, skipping over to Jared and planting a sparkly blue kiss on his cheek.

"I do now!" Jared grins and mashes their lips together.

THE END.

So. Saturday I'm going trick or treating with Yaëlle, Steven, Émilie and the twins Carolanne and Karianne. It's gonna be weird though, cuz Yaëlle's dad is my english teacher Pierre. He's nice though so okay.

The ink in my printer is fucked and it's pissing me off waaaay much. Piece of shiiiiiit *kicks it*

I really have nothing else to say right now. It shouldn't be that important cuz people tend to ignore the fact that I exist.

Oh well</3

So. I think I'll stop posting fic.

Title: Wanna do bad things to you
Author: JasJasSkittlePandaFace (me) :D
Rating: M or R, you decide. I'm bad at that.
Word Count: 489
Note: In all, it took me 20 mins to write this. I was randomly inspired.

( rawr bloop bloop )

Dream 1 - I'm in a store. I was trying on shoes, and after I stood up I was in the junkfood isle with Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins. I was around Jensen's height, which btw was fucking awesome. I picked Misha up and he was giggling like a little girl (fucking awesome) and I was nuzzling his neck and we started making out. Then I put him down and we were walking with Jared and Jensen and I was all "will you marry me?" and he went "no, but you can marry my wife", so I married Jared instead. Christian Kane appeared and he was a priest (y'know when Sam and Dean are dressed up as sexy priests with sleeveless outfits? yeah *drools*). Chad Murray was my Maid of Honor, Danneel Harris was Jared's Best Man, Steve Carlson was a flower girl and Mike Rosenbaum was our cross-dressing ring bearer. Jensen and Misha were sitting on a shelf crying. And then I was making out with Danneel.

Dream 2 - It's in an empty space. Jared was standing there with a chicken on his shoulder like a parrot and it kept screaming "POULE, POULE" (french word for chicken) and then Jensen turned into a Giraffe. Misha appeared on Jensen, arms and legs wrapped around his neck, with an old hat on like old explorers, and he yelled "MUSH" and Jensen started swinging his neck and smashing his head sideways into the wall. The chicken started shrieking "POULE POULE POULE POULE" and then it fell on the floor and started having a heart attack. Jared was on his knees crying but then he ate the chicken and then he appeared on Jensen's back and they rode off into the sunset together.

I has teh awesome dreams.

Now onto the problems :D

I has major anxiety. Now for a list of things that make me anxious!

Getting on and off the school bus, getting on the city bus, being in moving vehicles, being in crowds or surrounded by more than six people at a time, being in the shower, going up and down stairs, talking to people when I'm not expecting to be talked to, sitting on chairs or benches that are too close to the ground, walking on floors with raised tiles, going to the store, closing doors that aren't in my house, going to the dentist, going to the hospital, going to the eye doctor (i haven't been since i was 9), buying things, answering phones, having my hair tucked behind my ears when I'm in public, and a whole bunch of other things I can't remember right now.

And then the problem that often makes me pronounce anxiety as anc-syeti. I'm pretty sure I'm kinda dislexic. It's not very fun when I'm trying to talk, or when I'm writing. Or hell, even when I'm reading cuz sometimes my brain doesn't read words right.

Now for the OCD. It mostly has to do with stairs, so also the anxiety of it. I count my steps, even more if I'm on stairs. Now, the floor at the top and at the bottom each counts as a stair. The first one I step on is number 2, and it has to be my right foot. Alot of times, if number two is my left, I'll restart, though obviously I can't really do that at school.

It'd be awesome if some of my problems could get me out of gym.

Now that that's over with.

OMFG CHRISTIAN KANE IS SO FUCKING DELICIOUS AND I WANNA RAPE HIS VOICE. Or y'know, his body. Whichever comes first. Wanna know what my playlist is right now?

Rattlesnake smile - Christian Kane
Waiting, Waiting - Christian Kane
Spirit Boy - Christian Kane
Not Here - Christian Kane
A different kind of knight - Christian Kane
More Than I Deserve - Christian Kane
Pretty as a picture - Christian Kane
Crazy in Love - Christian Kane
Right in front you - Christian Kane
Dreamer - Christian Kane
Damn Those Eyes - Christian Kane
Shot of a gun - Christian Kane
The house rules - Christian Kane
I will keep my head down - Christian Kane
Something's gotta give - Christian Kane
Something to say - Christian Kane
Dance with me - Johnny Reid
There goes My Life - Kenny Chesney
Bye Bye Love - Everly Brothers

lol :D <3

This banner came from an SPN/J2 fic idea I got. I don't know if I'll ever get around to writing it, or if I'll find someone who wants it, but this banner goes with it. I don't know if I wanna add anything to it, but it does seem kinda empty. Tell me what you think!

( Be amazed! )

Class is really fucking boring. We need to do research on gods. Guess who they put in the list? Lucifer. What the fuck. I don't know who I want to do it on. I'd take Lucifer, but Steven already did, and I really don't wanna put any effort into this anyways. I might take him anyway though. We'll seeeeeee.

And omg people need to read this. It was something me and Steven wrote in my notebook last week sometime. I find it hilarious :D

Castiel = Hermaphrodite
Hermaphrodite = penis + vagina + ....ANUS
Sam -> Castiel (vagina)
Dean -> Castiel (anus)
Castiel -> ...clone of Dean (mouth :D)

Yey! So. I realy don't have anything else to say. I might as well leave, yeah? I don't know. I don't want to, because then I won't have anything to do. Eh, who cares?

BYEEEEEE.

I'm at school right now. I'm really not supposed to be doing what I want, but since when have I ever really listened to any of my teachers? I'm sitting beside Steven. I'm trying not to cry. I don't think it would turn out well if I cried right now, in the middle of class. I've done it before, but I don't wanna do it now.

I have to go, class is almost over...

Castiel rules all. He deserved a banner. I made him one. The lyrics are from the song Sword and Shield - Sister Hazel. The paler writing by his head is from the bible, if I remember correctly XD.

( LOVE IT OR DIE, FUCKERS. ♥ )

Title: Estuans interious
Author: meeeeeeee
Word count: 611
Pairing: Dean/Cas, Sam/Lucifer, Cas/Dean/Sam/Lucifer
Summary: It's the cruelty of Raguel.
Rating: ..T, maybe.
Note: yeah, fic. Enjoy it.

( fic fic fic fic fic fic )

I found my old Photoshop 7 CD, SO I MADE THINGS. They'll be under cuts. Why? Because I want it to be so.

( PrettyNESS )