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[chasingtides]

Hi, buddies!

Let's talk/post/harass one another freely.

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[jameserin.livejournal.com]

*waves*

i just wanted to harass, too!

[chasingtides.livejournal.com]

OMG harassment!

.... icon love.

[margarita-queen.livejournal.com]

DID SOMEONE SAY HARASSMENT? *HARASSES*

For <lj user="sunnny">, Clean Air Part I

[chasingtides.livejournal.com]

They had a fourth season! It was a celebration. Well, it wasn't much of a celebration, since they'd been off set for a while now and it had been announced weeks ago, but he and Jared would celebrate when they could. They'd both been worked to the bone by the time they'd wrapped up the season. Now that they were both back in L.A., though, and Jensen'd finally managed to get Jared away from his apartment (and bed), they were celebrating. With beer and a sports bar and a Lakers game. He looked over at Jared's empty glass, Jared who was drinking Morgan and Coke, and wondered if, maybe, the bartender should cut him off sometime before closing.

"You're pretty."

Jensen looked up to see whatever girl Jared was talking to and to possibly remind him about Sandy, but Jared was looking at him. "Uh. Yeah."

Jared nodded sagely and Jensen wondered how many Jared had had while he'd been distracted by the game. Jared swayed a bit on his bar stool. "I mean it. You're really pretty. I think it's your hair."

"Okay, we're getting you home," Jensen decided. "Come on."

Jared tried to shrug him off. "'m jus' tired."

"Yeah, yeah." Jensen pulled him onto his feet. "Then we'll get you to bed. But we have to get you out of the bar first."

Jared leaned on Jensen as they walked - stumbled - out of the bar and onto the sidewalk. "How much do you weigh, man?" Jensen complained, but mostly to keep Jared talking. He wasn't leaning much on him and Jared's uncharacteristic silence was mildly concerning.

"Come on," Jensen said, as Jared mumbled something incomprehensible and Jensen buckled him into the passenger seat of his car. "I'm getting you home. Is Sandy going to be there?"

He murmured something into the window and his head sagged against his chest.

"Hey, whoa, Jared," Jensen cried, trying not to panic. He'd seen Jared passed out drunk, sad drunk, and wild drunk in the three years they'd worked together, but he hadn't seen him like this before. He reached over with his right hand and shook Jared shoulder, trying to concentrate on driving and his friend at the same time. "Dude, Jare, wake up!"

Drawing a large palm over his face, Jared blinked and lifted his head off the window. "What'dya want?"

"Just stay with me; we're almost at your apartment." Jensen kept a hand on Jared's shoulder.

He nodded and leaned against Jensen's arm. "You're nice." His eyes slid closed again.

"Hey, hey! Stay awake, man. I can't carry you out of the car by myself. You're too big."

Jared helped - or tried to help - with his seatbelt when Jensen parked the car, but the combined efforts of the two ended abruptly when they knocked heads.

"Fucking hell," Jared swore.

"Why don't you just let me help you here?" Jensen muttered, rubbing his forehead. He reached over and easily unbuckled the belt, concerned about how complacent Jared was being. Normally, even - especially when drunk, Jared was talkative and excitable, like some kind of enormously overgrown Labrador retriever. "Come on, time to get up."

Re: For <lj user="sunnny">, Clean Air Part II

[chasingtides.livejournal.com]

Jared allowed himself to be pulled out of the car and immediately leaned on Jensen again, sticking his face roughly against the side of his head. "You smell nice."

"Yeah, yeah." Jensen closed the car door and tried to direct Jared to the apartment building and the elevator. "I'm pretty, I'm nice, I smell good. I get the message: you think I'm a total girl."

"Nah," Jared told him, totally serious, as he stumbled over a step. "You're not a girl. You're a guy. Definitely a guy."

"Okay, elevator time, Jare. Almost home," Jensen said as he led Jared into the elevator. Jared immediately stepped closer to Jensen and wrapped his arms around his shoulder. Normally, Jared was affectionate with touch, having no problem hugging a person, or slapping them on the back, or, on a few memorable occasions, trying to climb someone like a tree, but Jensen felt justified in worrying as Jared began to nuzzle his hair. Really worrying. Jared mumbled something incomprehensible and Jensen could feel his breath on the top of his ear.

Before Jensen could take his thoughts further toward the causes of Jared's behavior, the elevator door opened onto Jared's floor. Jensen could feel Jared look up.

"Hey, we're going to my apartment!"

Jensen broke free of Jared's arms and stepped into the the hallway. "Yeah, we are. Now where are your keys?"

Jared stumbled forward. "My pocket. I think." He yawned widely and fumbled around in his pocket, triumphantly pulling out the keys before promptly dropping them on the floor. "Shit."

Jensen bent down and picked them up. "Am I going to need to walk your dogs tonight or did you do that already?"

"They're good," Jared slurred as he made his way into his apartment and toward his bedroom.

Jensen trailed after him, scratching Harley behind the ears when he trotted up to him, as if to ask what was wrong with his owner. "You sure?"

Jared mumbled something incoherent in response, but Jensen thought he caught the word "sleep." He watched Jared literally fall onto the bed, fully clothed and on top of the duvet. He stepped into the room, leaving a whining Harley at the door.

"Come on, I know you're tired, but really..." He pulled at Jared's boots until they came off. "There's no way you're this drunk, Jare. We were only there for a couple of hours. If you just get up, I'll help you with the blankets."

Jared obediently stood and let Jensen pulled at the blanket. "You're the best friend ever, Jensen."

"Yeah, don't I know it. Now, get into to bed. Sleeping time now."

Jared mumbled something close to Jensen's ear and kissed it before turning and crawling into bed. Jensen just froze and stared at Jared's sleeping body.

That, he decided, was in no way normal. Sure, he'd noticed Jared, and not in a checking-out-the-competition sort of way, but then he'd forgotten about it. They were friends now. Jensen had had time years ago to come to terms with the fact that he found some men attractive, but he usually just ignored it, especially when the man in question was his best friend. His very straight best friend. God, something was very wrong with this picture.

Jensen walked back out into the broad open space of the living room, with Harley whining at his heels. Clearly, something was wrong with Jared. He was uncoordinated, confused, slurring, falling, and kissing his best friend. That sounded like some drunk people Jensen knew, but not Jared. And Jared hadn't had that much to drink anyway, not enough to get him passing out drunk. He stood, staring at Harley for a moment. "Something's wrong with your human, buddy."

[jameserin.livejournal.com]

i never turn down an invitation to harass. :P

Re: For <lj user="sunnny">, Clean Air Part III

[chasingtides.livejournal.com]

Harley barked at him. Nothing stirred in the bedroom, but Sadie lifted her head in her dog bed to see why Harley was making noise. Jensen frowned and rubbed Harley's head. The more he thought about Jared's behavior, the more concerned he became. What if he wasn't drunk? What if he were sick, or if someone had slipped something into his drink? Weren't giddiness and increased affection signs of being drugged?

He turned around and went back into Jared's bedroom. Jared was sprawled over the bed with one arm hanging off the side. He didn't look like he was in danger of dying anytime soon and he was lying on his side, so he would probably be safe if he vomited. Jensen bit his lower lip and touched his ear where Jared had kissed him. Just in case something happened during the next couple of hours, he would spend tonight on the couch, he decided. Jared obviously wasn't feeling himself and if something happened, Jensen would be there to help.

*

"Uh... do you want some coffee?"

Jensen turned his head and winced as he was immediately whacked in the face by an enthusiastic dog tail. He opened his eyes and saw Jared standing in front of the couch, wearing yesterday's jeans and a new shirt. "You're awake."

"Yeah... Sorry about being..uh... dead to the world," Jared finished awkwardly.

"You okay?" Jensen asked, pulling himself into a sitting position. "You were pretty out of it last night and I was getting worried. I mean, you're normally not like that.'

Jared flushed crimson. "Oh, fuck. I am so sorry. So sorry. I thought - I thought that was a dream. I haven't really been sleeping and I probably shouldn't have been drinking and it was great that you brought me home but, Jesus fuck, I am sorry and-"

"Whoa, whoa." Jensen put up a hand as if that could stop Jared's babbling. "You don't have anything to be sorry for. I was worried that you were sick or drugged or something."

If possible, Jared's cheeks grew redder and he turned to get some coffee from the kitchenette. If Jensen didn't know better, he would have thought that Jared didn't want to look at him. "No... I just haven't been sleeping and I think the alcohol hit me like a truck. I feel like I went ten rounds."

Jensen frowned at Jared's back. "No sleep? What's been up? Anything I can help with?"

"Sandy and I have... We're not together anymore. I've had thing's on my mind."

"You broke off the engagement?" Jensen winced as his bare feet hit the cold floor. "But you were both so excited."

Jared shrugged and busied himself with making coffee. "Yeah, well, we - I realised that maybe it wasn't the best idea."

"But." Jensen stopped and thought about all of the times Sandy had come to visit in Vancouver or Jared had come down to visit her. He thought of how Jared's conversations about his absolutely amazing and wonderful girlfriend had begun to taper off and how he had just assumed that the honeymoon period was over. "I'm sorry. That sucks."

Jared shrugged again, stiffly. "Yeah, well. It turns out that she wasn't so interested in me as her career and maybe I just wasn't so interested in her after all."

Jensen touched his ear and thought about the look on Jared's face when he usually talked about Sandy. "Not interested in her?"

"Look, I'm really sorry," Jared said, spinning around. "I was drunk and exhausted and I'm really, really sorry and if we could just forget about it that'd be great but I understand if you can't and you don't want to talk and you just leave but I really really hope you won't."

"Wait a second." Jensen blinked and thought about what Jared just said. He wished that Jared had made the coffee before he woke him up and wondered just how little sleep Jared had had. "You're saying... you're interested in me?"

"I am so, so sorry."

Re: For <lj user="sunnny">, Clean Air Part IV

[chasingtides.livejournal.com]

"You're sorry you like me?"

"I mean, I know you like chicks and you thought I did, too, and you probably didn't think you'd have to deal with anything like this." Jared took a deep breath and said in a small voice, "Please don't hate me."

"Hate you?" Jensen ran a hand over his hair. He hated complicated conversations before his morning caffeine. "Why would I hate you? It's not like you're hideously deformed or anything. You're not that bad looking yourself."

Jared stared at him. "You... what? You don't mind that I kissed you?"

"I'll mind if you told me and now you're just going to stand there between me and my coffee," Jensen told him. "We can figure out the particulars after I have breakfast."

[chasingtides.livejournal.com]

OMG *whines* PEOPLE ARE HARASSING ME AND THEY HAVE AWESOME ICONS! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!!??

[chasingtides.livejournal.com]

It's okay. I love being harassed. It makes me feel cared about.

Also, is "ignore this" code for "Everybody, quick, read this!" in the SPN fandom?

[jameserin.livejournal.com]

lol. seems to be. ;)

[chasingtides.livejournal.com]

I mostly needed a place to post the RPS I wrote for sunnny for this week's exchange. I feel like it's something I'll regret in the morning and didn't get betaed which makes me twitch (more than usual). And now I'm all paranoid because I haven't been around long enough to understand the fandom code.

[margarita-queen.livejournal.com]

RAPE THEM, BB.

[chasingtides.livejournal.com]

RAEPING YOU NAO

[margarita-queen.livejournal.com]

OH BB, DON'T STOP!

[chasingtides.livejournal.com]

YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT HARD BB

[margarita-queen.livejournal.com]

HARDER HARDER HARDER!

[chasingtides.livejournal.com]

UNF UNF UNF UNF UNF

YOU LIKE IT THIS WAY. I CAN TELL. I HAZ PSYCHIC POWERS LIKE THAT.

[margarita-queen.livejournal.com]

ARE YOU LIEK SAMMEH THEN? CAN YOU USE YOUR ~TELEKINESIS~ ON ME? OH BB!

Re: For <lj user="sunnny">, Clean Air Part IV

[sunnny.livejournal.com]

oh my goddd, youre amazing. drunk!jared! my favourite!
are you going to continue this? cause oh man YOU GOTTA.
I LOVELOVE THIS TYPE OF FICCC ♥
thankyou sweets!
and now i open photoshop and get my ass into gear :/

Re: For <lj user="sunnny">, Clean Air Part IV

[chasingtides.livejournal.com]

Oh wow, I'm happy you like it. :)

Like I said earlier, I have never written anything close to RPS before, so thank you so much for reading/enjoying. It was originally drunk/exhausted Jensen, but then drunk/exhausted Jared seemed more plausible/easier to write.

[notyourstarx0.livejournal.com]

HAI GURL I'M YOUR BUDDY.

okay, i'm laying off the caps now. lol.

[chasingtides.livejournal.com]

HAI!

I C U LIEK MISSOURI

What would you like in an exchange buddy? I mostly do fic as I don't get along with Photoshop and such software.

[notyourstarx0.livejournal.com]

I'm not all that picky when it comes to fic with the exception of Wincest and the vast majority of the female characters on the show. I'll give you free reign to decide, though! I pretty much stick to writing anyway, but I might not be to shabby with icons or wallpapers, if you want!

I wrote you a fic...

[chasingtides.livejournal.com]

"Where's his brother?" the woman, Missouri, asked as she bustled into the room, carrying a tray with tea and an honest-to-God crystal ball on it. She set it down on the table and looked at him, hand on her hip, waiting for an answer.

John held Sam close to his chest and frowned suspiciously. Sam, oblivious, gurgled and reached for his dad's ear.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. Your face will freeze that way," Missouri scolded. "It's not as if you and your boys haven't been in the paper."

John relaxed slightly and shifted Sam to his other arm. Really, it was his nap time, but he still wasn't comfortable leaving Sam alone with strangers, not without Dean there, too. "Dean's at... I thought I'd try him at preschool again. I thought it might do him some good."

"School isn't going to make that boy talk."

John sucked in his breath and Sam made an unhappy noise, against his father's chest.

"Stop those thoughts, man. You came to me because I say I'm a psychic. do you think I'm a liar, too?" She took a seat in the wooden chair across from him and folded her arms across her chest.

"I'm not -" John cut himself short. "I don't know what is going on anymore. I just want to know what happened to my wife. I need to know how to protect my boys."

"No, you don't."

"What?" John looked startled at Missouri's firm proclamation. "No. I won't have anyone hurting my sons and -and I can't believe that my Mary's death was just because of electrical wiring. I saw her on the ceiling," he whispered brokenly.

"How about I tell you that you're upset about your wife's death, but that everything will be alright, in the end? Let Dean care about his baby brother as much as he wants. I'll even throw in a fresh batch of gingerbread cookies to sweeten the deal."

"No, I need to know the truth." John was desperate, for something, for anything.

"You'll be happier," Missouri said gently.

"I can't have my boys hurt again." He didn't say that he wouldn't survive another devastating loss.

Missouri sighed gustily. "You won't like this, John. You won't like it at all and your boys will like it less."

"Tell me."

"Your wife didn't die because of faulty electrical wiring." She gazed at Sam, who looked back at her with his wide, innocent eyes. "And Sam, here, he might still be in danger."

"Sammy?" he asked. "Why would someone hurt Sammy? Even if he didn't see something, he's barely six months old."

"Is Dean somewhere safe? Do you trust the people he is with?"

John frowned. "What kind of father do you think I am? Of course my son is safe. Mary and I inspected that preschool ourselves."

"Good. I need you to focus on what I'm saying and know that I'm not telling you an untruth. Know that you can keep yourself and those boys of yours safe. Just listen to what I say."


“I went to Missouri and I learned the truth”. - Home, Episode 1.09

Re: I wrote you a fic...

[notyourstarx0.livejournal.com]

Gurl, this hurt my heart. It's got to be one of my favorites that I've received so far. Of course, now it makes me feel bad that I don't have anything to give to you at the moment because I was under the assumption that we had until Friday or Saturday. I'm a bad person. D: Tell me what you've got in mind and I'll make it happen for ya!

Re: I wrote you a fic...

[chasingtides.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm. I love Missouri, too. And I like Ellen a lot. And Bobby. And John. And, um, Stull, Kansas.

Use all or none as you so choose.

And don't feel bad. I wrote that today at work because it was a slow day. I also discovered Idiotville, Oregon.

Finally!

[notyourstarx0.livejournal.com]

Mostly, I write fic, seeing as I suck at everything else, but... I really just could not think of one damn thing to write. Instead, I fiddled around with Paintshop for a little while and this is what I came up with. You're free to hate it. lol. It's a wallpaper, btw

http://pics.livejournal.com/notyourstarx0/pic/00017292

Re: Finally!

[chasingtides.livejournal.com]

That's awesome and totally replacing my National Geographic sheep-and-sheepdog wallpaper.

Re: Finally!

[notyourstarx0.livejournal.com]

but I bet that sheep-and-sheepdog wallpaper is cute. :D glad you like it!

Re: For <lj user="sunnny">, Clean Air Part IV

[matty-parkman.livejournal.com]

I loved it, lovedlovedloved it. you're good at RPS ^^