the race is not for the swift

okay! today we have fic based off the scalding hot cliff watts shoot. first the pine solo shoot, and then the one with zoe. you don't have to look at those pictures to get the fic, but jesus christ, why would you not want to?

nutrek rpf, quinto/pine/saldana with an eye toward pine/quinto OTP omg, NC-17. that's right. het AND slash, at the same time. rpf newsletter coders, i love you? also, uh, roughly 10K words. porn porn porn porn PORN. much obligation due to traveller and seperis, who made this what it is.

disclaimer: this didn't really happen; everything here is fictional; for fun and not profit.

( Take Me Out )

here, have a wee ficklet.

sam/ofc/ofc, nc-17. slightly-future-fic.

( the price to be paid )

so this was a wee something that cooked up out of my brain at, like 2 am. i take no responsibility for it. dean/ofc, nc-17.

( rabbits' running )

hi!

i have something this time. *beams*

but before i get to that, some wee things. tittakv, i busted into your chocolate a couple days ago, finally, and i tell you it is EXCELLENT. that's finnish chocolate, y'all, which i have never had, but which is awesome.

vi gave me some shooter yesterday, and i believe i am finally solid on the idea that fast, hard country will always be a favorite of mine. i like the slide guitar, i like the fiddle, i like the whole nine yards. i like how you can swear, i like how it makes me feel heated, like it was sunny all day and now it's a warm night. i like how men are men. oh, men. you make me so happy. <3

and finally, i wrote this thing, just sort of because. it is a sheer AU PWP, jeffrey dean morgan/ofc, nc-17, and it is in the second person, which i have hardly ever wrote in before. it might not be for everybody, i dunno. eh. here, see if it's for you.

( Tailgate )

and finally, i forgot before but now i rec you this picture by goss. she says it's just a random pair of guys, i say she lies and it is wincest, hands down, holy crap. she's in our fandom. she knows. filthy liar. *stares and stares at it wo*

violetsmiles forces me at gunpoint subtly engineers me into writing het.

Sam/Dean/Faith, Hard R for bewbies.

Damn you, Vi. Damn you to hell. I was a het virgin¹! *sobs*

^{1. Except not really.}