Apparently Jensen (Elizabeth) Ackles has gifted me with his precious tiara. BABY I never say you have a wonky eye. (I have Suspicions that someone is masquerading as Mssr. J.
Tonight there might be fic. Of a RPS nature. WTF. I don't write RPS, okay? Stupid brain. In fact I think all my RPS can be blamed on me knowing that whore ignited.
Here's what happens:
Me: You know, Jensen is a Republican.
Stef: STOP HURTING MY SOUL.
Me: *proceeds to write cracky shit*
Or I'm trying to get her to smile, hence the J2 ficlet I wrote for ohnokripkedidnt and um, that one RPS fic I posted to my lj. *sighs*
Hey I posted het on Friday and I'll continue to write noncracktistic stuff. But right now? I have some major cracky crack to complete. And I will put on SO MANY WARNINGS OMG as I don't want to offend anyone. :-(
Except for Stef.
*readjusts Jensen's tiara just so on my head*