Let me explain--

--no, there is too much. Let me sum up.
Inigo Montoya

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Everybody and their left nut knows my evil twin, comrade-in-arms, pet, ponderosa121, has been booted off LJ. That makes up about half the reason I'm jumping ship. The other half would be not wanting to associate with LJ/6A from this point forward. I don't feel comfortable supporting them directly, through paid accounts and such, or indirectly, by providing hits to their site. I don't approve or appreciate how they do business. Most of all, I don't want to spend my fandom time editing posts or censoring myself, because all I'm really here to do is kick back and write the filthy porn without a care in the world.

Every fic I've ever written or collaborated on is posted to my website, Idle Hands. My new fics will be posted in my shiny new IJ (which is like, $40 bucks for a permanent account, what can I say, I like 'em cheap), here.

Speaking of fic, have some. Because nothing says so long and thanks for all the fish like incest.

Further North
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~2700 words.
Dean plays it out in his head, from that week almost thirteen years ago through all the time between to now.

Read me.

Oh man. Okay. Hopefully, I can get this out in a coherent fashion, because I'm going on about three hours sleep but I'm so wired I can't STAND IT.

( This is the story of how being Blue rules. )

ALSO. You should go read Jess's post here because it is full of even more awesome, and she nailed some stuff I totally forgot about. HAPPY FACES OF DOOM.

EDIT: Jess is finally home, so she's uploaded the pics to her LJ here. :D

MORE EDIT! Miko's managed to rouse herself from her squee-induced hangover, so now she's added what she remembers of the night here! Between the three of us, and comments, I think we managed to remember it all. It's so weird to think all of this happened in about four hours. :3