certainthings: (Mike Ross: Sharp Dressed Man (sorta))
The other day, I was randomly thinking about how I would like to die. I mean, sometime in the distant future.

One thing I came to realize is that the thought of dying in my sleep scares the shit out of me. Also drowning. And I don't think I'd very much like burning to death.

Anyway. This is how I'd like to die...

It'll be mid-week. The day will be warm and sunny. Perhaps a slight breeze. I'll be walking down a slightly busy sidewalk. (I'm not yet sure of my destination) A person will bump into me and I'll feel a slight pinprick in my arm. I'll apologize to him/her (cos, I'm Canadian and that's what we do) and I'll turn my head to watch them for a moment or so wondering what sort of piercings they have or if they've left a pin in their clothing for stitching purposes before I crumple to the ground dead from poison. After the autopsy reveals that it was poison that killed me, people will wonder if it was accidental or if I was targeted. And if I was targeted, why?

So. How do you want to die? JSYK "in my sleep" won't be accepted as an answer.

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This is not about, "Well, if you don't like it, don't watch it. Blah blah bliddity blah." This is about seeing it through to the end.

I enjoy most of the many shows that I watch. But there are some (and at the moment all I can think of are New Girl and Terra Nova) where it's just, 'Oh, God. I have to watch this. Ugh.'

And that is one of the reasons why I would like to be paid to watch television. Who's with me?

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Well. I like the new comment page. And sure, not having a place for a subject line might be annoying in some places but I think I'll be okay.

I will be staying here. But if you want to friend me on dreamdwidth the name is the same. Just. Let me know and let me know who you are. Please.

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Thank you for the v-gift, anon. :)
certainthings: (Prep school boyfriends)
Moments in Fictitious Time. (This story is complete. It's partly narrated. Partly not. Imagination is needed.)

Jared is fourteen. Jensen is sixteen.
Bestfriends for years, maybe boyfriends for a few months.

[After Jensen had kissed Jared for the first time - panicking when Jared took a moment to kiss him back, Jared looked at  Jensen and in a mock southern belle voice had asked, 'Does this make us boyfriend and girlfriend, now?' Jensen smiled,  punched Jared in the shoulder and told him, 'Only, if you're the girl. Asshole.']

In a week, give or take a day or two, Jensen will be moving to another state, one that is far far away from where he is currently living with his mom, dad, brother and sister.

Oh, I should mention that at the moment they're in Texas - unless of course you have something against Texas then please relocate them to another state that you enjoy and/or are familiar with.

Right now, Jared and Jensen are outside in Jared's parents backyard. The sky is blue, the sun is hot. They're laying on their backs holding hands.

"You're never going to forget me, Jensen Ackles." Jared informs Jensen.

"That sounds kind of creepy ... Jared Padalecki."

Jared turns his head toward Jensen. "You won't, right? I mean we're ... This is ... Do you really have to move?"

Jensen props himself up on his elbows and leans over to kiss Jared on the forehead. "This is and we're totally ... yeah. But if... If not. We'll always be best friends."

"You'll write, right?"

"Boy Scouts, honour." Jensen salutes.

"You were never a Boy Scout."

"Yeah, but I wanted to be."

[Now, if you could imagine time passing, tearful goodbyes full of kisses and promises that would help move this along.]

The first week, Jensen and Jared exchange letters every day or sometimes every other day depending on how the post is.

On Saturday, Jared's letter ends with, "ps. We have phones, you know we could text."

Jared texts - Where's the romance in that? -

On Tuesday Jared comes home from his part-time job that he got for the summer, to a rather impressive boquet of flowers  with a note attached that reads, "This romantic enough for you, dick?"

If anyone had been around Jared would have denied his girlish giggle and happy sigh, but lucky for him the house was  empty. Still he eyed the dogs as he walked up the stairs to his room. "Not a word." He tells them. Being dogs they look at him with confused expressions, hoping for food.

- Dork -

- Got the flowers huh? -

- I always knew you were a giant romantic sap -

- And I always knew you were a giant girl -

- I love you -

Jared answers his phone before the first ring has finished. "You love me?"

"I've loved you for years, you're my best friend."

"Oh, I thought that ... Nevermind, what I thought."

"You're an idiot."

"Gosh, thanks."

"Jensen."

"Jared."

"I really do love you, you know."

"Yeah, I know."

[And here, if you could imagine a month or so passing by. More letters, more texts. A few phone calls. Jared at his job - maybe he mows lawns and walks dogs. And to be honest, I'm not really sure what Jensen is doing during this time.  Perhaps he's getting used to the new house, the new neighborhood. Maybe he meets Christian and makes a new friend.]

Nine a.m. on a Saturday morning a sleepy Jensen answers the door to a smirking Jared. Jared grabs a shocked Jensen and kisses him breathless. "This is way more romantic."

"What? How?" Jensen's brain is slowly catching up.

"Well, see Jensen, how romance works is ..."

"I meant, how are you here?" Jensen interrupts.

"I saved my money and mom helped a little. It's just for a couple of days. Uh, your parents will let me stay here, right?"
certainthings: (Jared and Jensen : I want to kiss you)

Jensen: So, sometimes I'll be like this [pretends to sleep] when Jared wants to cuddle in the morning.
Jared: [laughing] Yeah, yeah. Then a few moments later there he is slingin' an arm around my waist and nuzzling my neck. That's when I'm like this [pretends to sleep with a huge grin on his face]
Jensen: [deadpan] He's such a good actor.


Jensen: Uh ...
Jared: D'oh!
Jensen: We uh, we don't actually sleep together ... I mean, the same house sure but ... [looks panicked at Jared]
Jared: [fake laughter] Yeah, we just thought that we'd tell you that because we thought ya'll would find it funny.
certainthings: (Harris and Padalecki)
Because sometimes you need to beat that dead horse.

Some of this is fact. Some of it is just what I believe. All of it is my personal canon. Even if it contradicts itself.

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- Watched Saw V. Found it okayish but kind of boring. Took me longer than it should have to recognize Julie Benz.

- It's a little bit amazing how much snot the human body can hold. For realz. Ugh.

- Has there been a story written where Jared's meeting either Carlson or Manns for the first time - maybe both of them. And they're talking and I don't know why but for some reason one of them brings up how much Jensen doesn't like being touched and especially hugged and Jared's all, 'What the fuck are you talking about? The dude loves it when I hug him.' He's thinking this, not saying it out loud - but Carlson and/or Manns can see that Jared's confused and start thinking that maybe Jensen's got himself a little crush.  This story obviously would take place near the beginning of when Jared and Jensen met.

- Jensen and Jared snuggled up close in Jared's bed. Covers pulled up. Jensen walking his fingers up and down Jared's arm distractingbhim and Jared smacking it away. Turning his head and glaring at him a little, wanting him to stop. Just for now. And Clif sitting on the edge of the bed, one leg folded, the other dangling down reading them a bedtime story. I'm not sure what he's reading to them, I just know that Jared really wants to hear the story and Jensen keeps on distracting him.
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Around 8:30 I went upstairs to check on the kids that I look after because they don't usually sleep in that late. They're not even home. I'm assuming that they spent the night at their Nana's because they're spending the day with her. The other child that I look after didn't show up. If people had told me these things, I could have slept in. Ugh.

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