I'm not sure of cafepress, but I need to add some color to my new room. I generally try to support independent artists when I can. Fandom is pretty near and dear to my heart, so:

1) When buying from cafepress.com, do the artists see any (much) profit?

2) Do you know of any fandom artists that have set up shop there or any fen that have websites where I can order large prints of their artwork?

I'd appreciate any help - if you have the info, or have a friend in the know - because you can't really google this.

SPN fen, listen up: If you've not read Seldom a Straight Line by black_regalia, you should. Anything that could make me crawl out of the bowels of fandom past is worth at the very least a look-see. That's all you'll need. There's the usual angst, but all rolled up with beautiful Deanitude (see me make up words for how great this fic is?) and it manages to do the impossible: make a happy ending for the brothers Winchester believable.

black_regalia has long been one of my favorite writers - I don't think of her as an elegant writer (see: musesfool), but there's an unpretentiousness and inventiveness that's both charming and irresistible.

Title: Seldom a Straight Line
Author: black_regalia
Series: Supernatural
Pairings/Characters: Dean/Sam
Rating: R
Warnings: Incest, references to sex
Word Count: 12,154
Spoilers: All of seasons 1 and 2.
Summary: Time passes and Sam's powers have an unexpected effect on the lives of both him and his brother.


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I'm packing. My limit is 50 pounds. I'm currently at 70 lbs. OH GOD. Why do I own so much crap?


MY MOTHER: *eating ice cream* *amused* You're in quite the pickle, yes?

ME: LEAVE ME ALONE, CAN'T YOU SEE THAT I'M STRESSED?

MY MOTHER: *pokes through suitcase, dripping ice cream everywhere* Why do you need five red pairs of shoes?

ME: *weeps* THEY'RE DIFFERENT SHADES OF RED, DON'T JUDGE ME.


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I've gone vegetarian. No, I don't know why, exactly. I must have caught it when I caught the gay.

The gay leaves you weak, you know. Next, I'll get a cold. You just watch.

My car is having trouble. I went to my parents house, now I'm stuck here. Oh GOD. I AM IN HELL. IN HELL.

I am leaving for London in less than a month. Jesus.

Current Mood: shocked

When is the soonest you would sleep with someone? First date? Second? Wait until marriage?

Or are you like me, and don't like to waste time with dating - meet me in the bathroom in five.

Tags: questions questions
Current Mood: :>
Current Music: shine a light by wolf parade

Morning #1
PG-13
Pairing: Julian/Nick
WC: 540
Disclaimer: All lies. And I don't know why I think Julian is secretly neurotic and kind of ditzy. If you like Julian to weep and cut himself, then this fic is not for you. I'm just having fun.

It should be universally acknowledged that morning afters suck.

This was worse than the time I had a tank of tetras commit mass suicide ala Waco, TX or the time I stoned my fish to death with a marble.

This was, ironically, the most peaceful way an animal has ever gone, which is maybe why I didn't notice it for a month.

As most old things do, Ed had slowed down with age, so much so that he liked to 'play dead'. (That's what I called it; my mom called it goddamn morbid.) I was/am/will always be a slightly spacey, neglectful sort of person and only noticed after I'd been feeding him for an ENTIRE MONTH that Ed was STILL playing dead. After he was buried by like, a pound of food and smelled funky.

I would like to say there were tears and wails of lamenting, but I could only feel a sort of relief that I wouldn't have to pretend not to be grossly neglectful as he glared angrily at me from his perch on my toilet. In retrospect, it was an unkind place to keep him. Possibly, it was like parking an old person next to a grave and cheerfully whispering 'SOON' in their ear with every meal.

Tags: real life is so unreal

ho ho. I apparently write bandslash.

Tags: bandslash, fic

But only barely.

I've been soooo sick for about three weeks and then I got myself a girlfriend, who I realized only later looked a lot like my mom when she was younger. Holy Oedipus Complex, Batman!

I cut my hair with a knife, dyed it bright blond, then red, then jet black again (that was the actual color on the box. snerk.)

Now it's longer, black and unwashed. As a matter of fact, I haven't washed it in about three days while I've been hiding out in my bedroom, very busily avoiding Life and my girlfriend's vagina.

I should start my own advice column, Y/N?

If you're not watching whatiworetoday, you totally should be. 14 year olds wearing the exact same hipster clothes and tearing each other apart for not be "high fashion" enough? AWESOME.