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Have just found the world's best fic. Accidents Will Happen, by holli. It's SPN, but so, so genius, that I think everyone should go and read it, because I know most of my flist will get a kick out of it.

(If you're not a Supernatural fan, all you need to know is that Dean and Sam Winchester are brothers whose mother was mysteriously killed by a demon in Sam's nursery when they were kids and their house burnt down, and now they drive around America, being extremely attractive and fighting evil.)

But I'm getting ahead of myself. So my parents were out of town for the weekend-- long story-- and they said absolutely no overnight guests, which, please, I'm sixteen. They're lucky I didn't go get an STD from a boy with a flaming dagger tattoo or something; three girls sleeping over is no big. Right? Right.

And since the spring equinox was that weekend, too, we decided we'd hold the ritual at my house, since Allie's parents are kind of uber-Catholic and still periodically spritz her with holy water to make sure the Goth thing hasn't gotten her possessed. Steph's parents are insane Martha Stewart neat freaks, and Noreen-- well, Noreen never gave me a good reason, actually, which is one of the reasons I blame her for everything. Anyway. She'd spent the last couple weeks putting the ritual together, and getting way too into it, if you ask me. She made Allie ask her uncle, who collects rare books, if he had anything on pagan religions or the history of witchcraft that she could borrow, and she Netflixed the first three seasons of Buffy, and she kept calling me at weird hours to ask how to spell things in Latin and if I knew where she could get chicken feet. Which, no, and no.

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Noreen had me painting weird symbols on the backs of everyone's hands: protective sigils, she said. I was starting to think she was getting a little too into her role, here; I knew perfectly well that no one in the room, myself included, had so much as worn black nail polish before sophomore year, and now here we were, all gothed out and about to practice the black arts.

"Hey! 'Black arts' is totally misleading, Leah. We're summoning a protective influence," Noreen said, all snippy. "It's supposed to guide us away from harmful forces, if it works right."

"Fine, whatever, we could have just played 'light as a feather, stiff as a board' and held a seance, we don't have to get in touch with Mother Earth right off the bat." Possibly I was a little on edge. And with good reason, because right as we were lighting the candles and sitting down around the circle, the door at the top of the stairs opened, the lights flicked on, and a supremely bratty voice said "Leah, Mom and Dad said you couldn't have people over. I'm so telling."

I scowled up at my little sister. "Leslie. You are supposed to be in bed."

"Yeah, well, you're supposed to not buy concert tickets with the emergency money Mom left us." Crap. I wish I knew how she figured that out. Devil child.

This and that, hither and yon...

Woohoo - the ENB is doing Canterville Ghost for a couple of days in London and I'm off to see it next Friday with my trusty £10 ticket. And Katie and I are off to see The Man of Mode in mid April. And ICL Dram Soc is doing Arcadia in a couple of weeks and I really want to get tickets for it, but it's turning Complicated. I hope I can go, though, because it is the single most brilliant play in the world and I love it muchly. I was planning to post a few good bits, but have realised that sadly my (very dog-eared) copy is at my parents'.

It could all go horribly pear-shaped...

Hmm. We're supposed to be having a sort of thing for the Brownies in our district on the 13th, mainly to show them the wonder of Guides and encourage them to move up (what with the trauma of our ever-decreasing Guide unit). Which is fine and dandy, and we have a Plan and everything. I'm going to be doing a crafty bit, and the idea is that we get the Guides to make little boxes on the 6th, and then the Brownies can decorate them with sparkly bits etc. But we don't actually seem to have a very clear idea of numbers, and we could have about a million Brownies (there are six packs in our district), and I'm not sure the Guides are necessarily up to making that many boxes. Helas. Will be emailing the Brownie leaders posthaste.

"One was a Professor of Classics, which was enough to make Lawrie sheer off, sharpish."

I actually recced this ages ago, but have just re-read and it's so fantastic, am reccing it again for those who didn't notice/weren't on my flist the first time round:

Giles Marlow's One And Only by ankaret
Giles Marlow brings his fiancée home to Trennels for their wedding. And she's brought guests. AF/CS crossover.

"When I was just a baby, my mama told me, son, / always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns..."

Continuing the theme of today's LJ spamming:

1. I bought Millie's cookies on the way to work. Am very naughty.

2. Have managed to find el cheapo CD of Caroline, Or Change on Amazon, so very pleased.

3. Chris and Bex have split up. There is some woe. :-(

All's Right With the World, 2/?

Title: All’s Right with the World, 2/?
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters, Pairings: Dean, Sam
Summary/Notes: Dean Winchester’s life is pretty close to perfect. He has a loving family, a nice house, a great career. He had to sell the Impala when his daughter was born, but hey, you can’t have everything. But what he can’t work out is why he is having freaky dreams about hunting ghosts and crap like that with his little brother.



It happens again three days later. Dean’s been good to his word, and driven to see Sam, and they’re just out in the yard, barbecuing their lunch, with Jess, Sam’s girlfriend, reading some chicklit crap under the tree. Everything’s cool. Everything’s normal.

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"Oh, Jerry, let's not ask for the stars when we have the moon..."

Wine in the afternoon: not a good idea.

Want a little sleepy...

Rrawr...

I got paid two days ago. I AM ALREADY BROKE. How is this even possible?

I have paid:
- rent
- travelcard
- credit card bill

I have bought:
- theatre tickets
- ballet ticket
- some food
- three books in Oxfam
- cookies from Millie's this morning
- some stuff from Amazon (not *that* much)

I hate the world. I hate the concept of money. I want to live in some kind of utopian hinterland where I am provided with sufficient for my needs.

Sorry - TMI for everyone!