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A girl on one of the GISHWHES 2012 runner-up teams participated in GISHWHES 2011. She bought a "mystery item" from the shop for a not-insignificant sum of money. She received an adult diaper.

Now that we are beginning to receive our runner-up prizes and clues, I hold her story in my mind. I am not getting my hopes up.

Not that I need to. Just playing with the puzzle they've designed for us and hanging out with the other runners-up is massive fun. If all we get out of all this work is a little message from Misha, I'll be happy. If we get so much as a diaper, I'll be thrilled.

To the members of Team Widdermacker, QuicklyHuge, Robothead, BabySharks, fandom-orgy, and SuperWhoLockers: you are beautiful people and I love you all.

To the members of Teams (Sc)Avengers and 270Winchesterloveswishbone: where are you guys?

To the members of Team VaticanCameos: I KNOW AT LEAST A COUPLE OF YOU GUYS FOLLOW ME. JOIN US. YOU ARE MISSING ALL THE FUN.

Love,
Team Subtext

Dean shows off his new home to Cas, including a sexy tour of his bed. But the incident with Samandriel followed by Cas's disappearance is still weighing on them, as is Naomi's influence (though Dean is unaware of it). So when Dean tries to dominate Cas, some of that uncertainty creeps in and Cas has to step up until Dean regains control. (3K words)

Contains: d/s switching, forced orgasm

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Whether you got a badge or not, you have to admit that that was a clusterfuck. I was not prepared. I thought with our seven people on at least fifteen devices, we would stand a good chance of getting two people in line in good enough positions to get four-days. We managed to get exactly one person in line, and by the time she reached the checkout there were only single-day badges left. I didn't get one.



I understand that the demand for Comic Con badges is much higher than the supply, and judging by the comments on the official Facebook page I'm far from the only person who struck out this morning. But it seems really unfair that I could be there at 9AM sharp, clicking away at six computers while everyone else in the library stared at me, and come away with nothing. I never even saw the inside of the waiting room.

Oh, well. We'll see what happens in May during badge resale.

My friend Emily has fabulous dogs (these would be the same dogs who "walked" me on camera for GISHWHES). The floor of her house is always littered with dog toys. Today there was a new one and it looked unfortunately, inescapably like a 2-foot-long double-ended dildo. So much so that, try as I might, I could not resist sharing my observation.

Emily's response: "Yeah, I thought of you when I bought it."

This is who I have become to my friends. I am the kinky sex fiend. Not that I mind, but...

Of course one of the dogs saw me holding the thing and thought it was play time. This led to Emily uttering the words, "She's not going to throw it for you; she just picked it up because she thought it was a dildo."

Seriously, though. It's been months since GISHWHES. It's been over a month since they announced the winners. I was beginning to think they'd forgotten about us. But apparently the delay was because, instead of tossing us some merch and having done with us, they've been cooking up a new puzzle for us to solve! I feel so loved!

There's been some debate about whether that "ALL" applies to all of our team, or all the runners-up. Being as it's Misha, I would not put it past him to make it the latter. So if you were also a runner-up last year: Hi! I represent Team Subtext. Would you be interested in forming an alliance?

Oh yeah, and:

I have a confession to make. I fucking love Project Runway.

On the surface it's the exact opposite of what you'd expect me to watch. I hate reality TV, I aggressively don't care about fashion. But I don't know, it's just a huge guilty pleasure. It's the only reality TV show that I'll watch besides RuPaul's Drag Race (because come on, it's RuPaul's Drag Race) and The Bachelor (because my roommates watch it and I like to sit off to the side and keep up a stream of snarky commentary until I get too disgusted and walk out).

But Project Runway is just so much fucking fun. Part of it is Heidi and Tim, who actually know their shit and don't fuck around. Part of it is watching people with skills I can't comprehend do amazing things with small amounts of time. Part of it is schadenfreude when some of the contestants crash and burn. Part of it is the pretty pretty runway shows.

And this season is awesome because they're making every challenge a team challenge. It's seriously funny to watch all these people come in saying, "I'm a lone wolf, I work best on my own, I'm looking out for number one," only to be thrust into a group and graded on how well they work within it. My only problem with this format is that, if the worst designers are in the winning team or if the best designers are in the losing team, they don't get reviewed by the judges. But that will be less of a problem as the field gets thinned out.

And then there's Michelle - this awesome, butch, smoking-hot, Portlandian who describes her style as "geek chic." I squeed. I just hope she doesn't turn out to be an asshole because I want to root for her SO BAD!

I'll admit it. I'm a snotty elitist who thought that a sequel couldn't possibly live up to the genius of the original. That's why I refused to play Portal 2 for so long, even when I started hearing that it was actually really pretty good. And then even after I'd decided that I probably couldn't avoid it forever, I put it off because I was busy with school and video games are the death of productivity.

But my boyfriend let me play the first few levels on his computer to cheer me up when I was having a bad day, and before I even hit the first real level I was inextricably hooked.

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Okay, guilty as charged. I've been off playing on Tumblr and neglecting LJ. I still post my fics here, obviously, but LJ should be more than that (besides, that's what AO3 is for).

I'll try to be a little more active here. But even if I'm not posting entries, I still check my flist, so I am here and I love everyone in this bar.



LJ Is Alive!
A Multifandom LiveJournal Friending Meme
Tumblr is great, but my fandom heart is in LJ.

Summary: Dean grooms Cas's wings after reuniting with him in Purgatory.

Written for deancas_xmas, for Zutara Believer, who said, "Anything goes!"

Title from the song It's About Time by Barcelona.

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