Birthday: Day 3
8/3/13 01:14 amSo, here's the thing. It's my birthday month, so I'm going to try and give ya'll gifts, probably not every day—life and whatnot.
With that idea in mind, I've decided that I'm going to post some drabbles, because
tifaching has reminded me that drabbles are fun. Really hard, omg, but fun. So, there are going to be some drabbles that taken all together might make a story. Don't expect the meaning to be clear. That's how I roll. Feel free to explain it to me! :)
Also, you can ask me to write ficlets, or timestamps the size of tiny stamps. I might try and throw some art in here too. Anyhoo, I have big plans, hope some of this actually floats. You know how I can be. *koff*lazy*koff*
How about an oldie to jumpstart the month? Also, this lets me get away without drawing something new. Pretend you've never seen it before! *handwave*

dang, I just noticed posting this that Muppet!Jared's moles have wandered...like Igor's hump.
With that idea in mind, I've decided that I'm going to post some drabbles, because
Also, you can ask me to write ficlets, or timestamps the size of tiny stamps. I might try and throw some art in here too. Anyhoo, I have big plans, hope some of this actually floats. You know how I can be. *koff*lazy*koff*
How about an oldie to jumpstart the month? Also, this lets me get away without drawing something new. Pretend you've never seen it before! *handwave*

dang, I just noticed posting this that Muppet!Jared's moles have wandered...like Igor's hump.
Tags:
(no subject)
8/3/13 05:45 pm (UTC)"Dude, shut up and get off me."
'No, really, you're soft and fuzzy."
"Fuck off! So are you!"
"I know. It's…so weird..." Dean watched Sam stroke his own fuzzy arm over and over "…'s really weird," Sam muttered.
Dean would have rolled his eyes if he could. "Yeah, well…Bobby said give it a day or two and it'll wear off. Fuckin' Nuisance Spells. Fuckin' witches." Dean surreptitiously palmed his recently become-felt arm with horrified fascination and swore no future pissing off of Sesame Street addicted witch. His eyes kept drifting to Sam and Sam's weird, yarn-like hair, the mole now on his chin that he swore had started out under his eye that morning and…."You take a piss yet?"
Dean was impressed. Even stiff and fuzzy Sam managed the bitchface. "No. Why even ask?"
Dean's face twisted as much as his muppet-ness allowed him. "Dude—what if. Y'know, my dick!"
Sam looked surprised and then…speculative. "I wonder…."
"No! Just—no!"
Sesame Street should never be violated like that. Besides, what if it stayed soft and fuzzy? He'd never hear the end of it. Plus, no giving Giggles McChuckles over there possible future ammo.
"Asshole."
"Hey, Dean…"
"NO!"
(no subject)
8/3/13 05:54 pm (UTC)Oh, man. So perfect. :)
*twirls you*
My Beaker icon is missing.
*sadface*
(no subject)
8/3/13 06:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
8/3/13 06:27 pm (UTC)Worst part is, i *found* it like - a month ago, and was all 'omg, there's Beaker!' And didn't immediately upload or anything, like a fool. And now i can't find him again.
*le sigh*
(no subject)
8/3/13 08:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
8/3/13 09:16 pm (UTC)Thank you, thank you!
'Cause you know Dean would never live it down. *g*
(no subject)
8/4/13 02:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/4/13 02:40 am (UTC)Thank you, thank you! The festivities roll on, haawoot! ;)