My other life

12:00 am - Supernatural Master Fic List

Trying to put together a master list of my Supernatural fic, now that there's beginning to be enough to archive. All stories are Gen.

Throughout Time

Five times Dean tried to read The Lord of the Rings - and one time Sam was sure he had
At twelve Sam discovered The Lord of Rings. It wasn't really Dean's thing, but every so often he'd give it a try. Angst with hurt!Dean and limp!Sam. Story starts here.

Five times Jim Murphy called Bobby Singer - and one time someone else did.
Story here.

Pre Series

Promises
Sammy breaks a bone and Dean makes a promise. Family. Dean is 8, Sammy is 4. Story here.

Belief
Pastor Jim contemplates his greatest pastoral failure. Family. Dean is 10, Sammy is 6. Story here.

Magister quod discipulus
During a quiet afternoon in Blue Earth, Sam-the-researcher is born. Family. Sam is 9, Dean is 13. Story here.

"Psychic Boy"
Sammy is convinced the Santa Suit is haunted. Is he right, and how does he know? Dean is 16, Sam is 12. Short Case Fic with bonus Angst. Story here

Some things are cliches for a reason
When John refuses to allow Sammy to play soccer, Sam storms out. But in this little town that's not a safe things to do. Dean is 17, Sam is 13. Angst. Story starts here.

Season One

Aliases
The boys are on the case, and it's Sam's turn to choose the aliases. Humour. Story here

Cursed
Dean learns more about the female anatomy than he ever wanted to know. Sam copes. Crack!fic. Story here.

Season Three

Angelic Possession
The night Dean's deal falls due, Sam makes a deal of his own. AU. Spirituality. Story here

Current Mood: curious

10:36 am - Blood Brothers 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My copy of Blood Brothers 3 just arrived in the mail. Lots of fanficcy goodness by some of my favourite writers! But I MUST write a sermon and make numerous phonecalls today. I must NOT spend the day curled up in a patch of sunlight with a coffee and my new zine.

(Although maybe I can schedule an hour of that in the afternoon?)

Current Mood: cheerful

04:22 pm - Does anyone want a younger brother?

Because mine just wrote " Jesus is my co-pilot" in the dirt on the back of my car and I'm seriously thinking of trading him in.

Current Mood: aggravated

03:26 pm - SPN 4.17, Smith and Wesson recs, please

So, last night I finally got to see 4.17 It's a Terrible Life. Which I loved. But it was just crying out for tags and missing scenes. I'm sure people wrote many: if you did, or you read some that you liked, can you rec them, please? Self-pimping completely welcomed.

(Oh, and I have another funeral this Friday. There's something weird about the death-rate round here at the moment.)

Current Mood: hopeful

01:29 pm - Quote for fanfic writers

I'm currently reading Maps and Legends: Reading and Writing along the Borderlands by Michael Chabon (and if you, like me, read comics and haven't yet read his Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, drop everything and get a copy). In his chapter on Sherlock Holmes, titled "Fan Fictions" he writes:

[T]here is a degree to which ... all literature, highbrow or low, from the Aeneid onward, is fan fiction ... All novels are sequels; influence is bliss.

Yay! You go, Chabon!

Current Mood: chipper

09:28 am - Yo, yasminke!

I went to the gym today for the first time in a week. OUCH! I don't just deserve icon today, I deserve a full-body massage. Send Dean round, please.

Current Mood: exhausted

06:37 pm - SPN fic: At the end of all things

Title: At the end of all things
Author: charis_kalos
Rating: PG
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, membrs of the heavenly host
Pairings: None
Wordcount: 760
Warnings: None. Pure speculation, because I'm only halfway through Season Four. This has probably already been Kripked.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Dedication: To authoressnebula, partly because it's sort of a response to her War is Over, which I love, but mainly to celebrate her birthday, which is tomorrow (my time).

 

Current Mood: bouncy

05:54 pm - So, life, whatever.

I am really tired. Really, really, very, extremely tired.

Just got a call about a funeral on Thursday; will have to see people about it tomorrow; so will not get my Monday off. And the thought of that is making me feel even more tired.

That is all.

Current Mood: exhausted

03:14 pm - Ethical dilemma

The Stroke Foundation has sent me an unsolicited appeal letter containing the free gift of rather cute personalised address labels.

If I have no intention of donating to The Stroke Foundation (not because I don't think that they're a worthy cause, but because I already donate to a heap of charities) can I still use the address labels? Or is that tacky?

Current Mood: confused

11:28 am - Yo, yasminke!

I gymmed! Give me icon!

(It was a bit embarrassing. I can't explain the mechanics of the abdominal exercise that led to it, but I ended up lying flat on my back in the middle of the room laughing hysterically while the gym instructor tried to entice me into having a medicine ball thrown at me.)

Current Mood: energetic

03:47 pm - Sermon done!

Yay me! 1475 words written connecting the Trinity and World Environment Day. Worked for three and a half hours (with interruption from local seeking food*) and did it.

And again, yay me! Now is time for coffee and the Saturday papers.


*I keep a box of non-perishables in my pantry for just such occasions - he went away with three tins of baked beans and a couple of tins of soup and some biscuits and a bottle of ginger beer.

Current Mood: accomplished

12:03 pm - Could someone kick me, please?

Today is Saturday. That means that I have less than 24 hours (in fact, I have exactly 21 hours) in which to write a sermon. And yet here I sit, reading fanfic. This is not good. There is no way in which reading fanfic can be construed as researching my sermon.

Current Mood: aggravated

09:39 am - I'm looking for pictures of water

Current Mood: hopeful

04:53 pm - Bugger!

Just got my gas bill. I cannot afford my ducted heating. Fabulous; makes my house lovely and warm; but too damn expensive. It's back to wearing multiple layers of clothing and wrapping up in blankets for me. Less than ecstatic.

Current Mood: annoyed

09:51 am - Thoughts after watching SPN 4.10 and 4.11

I know that most of my flist has seen the finale and know all the answers to my questions, so this is really just for me. But this is what I'm thinking after watching 4.10 and 4.11.
( Thinking about Lucifer )

Current Mood: pensive

06:34 pm - Moderately disgruntled

I need a blood test. Or. at least, my doctor wants me to have a blood test. (I feel fine.) So, nothing but water for me from 10 pm tonight until the test is done sometime after 9 am tomorrow. Not even coffee! Poor nurse - I'm going to be very unpleasant without my coffee!

Current Mood: annoyed

10:34 am - Frick! Frak! Yasminke - help!

My flist has exploded over the Supernatural season finale. Everyone's being great and keeping their explosions behind cuts and tagging warnings, so if I click anywhere and get spoiled it will be my own fault.

But I don't know if I have enough self-control!

10:52 am - International Day of Conscientious Objection

Did you know that today is the International Day of Conscientious Objection? If you want to know more, the World Council of Churches has an article here.

Current Mood: thoughtful

09:27 am - To my beloved SPN-watching flist

I know the finale of Season Four is about to screen, is possibly even screening now as I type (it's Friday morning here in Australia). When you discuss it, could you please use lj-cuts and tag the posts so I don't accidentally spoil myself? I know that the chances of remaining unspoiled for another twelve weeks is pretty unlikely, but I'm going to try.

And I'm sure Kripke is going to wrench your guts and break your hearts, so I send you all hugs and virtual chocolate.

Current Mood: hopeful

05:55 pm - Funerals

Funerals are the most exhausting services in my repertoire. Four hours from the arrival of the funeral directors with the coffin to the departure of the mourners after afternoon tea and I feel as though I've just put in a twenty-hour day. But when the family thank me and tell me that the service was wonderful, good, lovely, just what their mother would have wanted - nothing I do is more satisfying.

Current Mood: exhausted