Waiting...

[cmk418]

Yesterday around noon, my temp place sent my resume off to a non-profit in the area. It would be a long-term temporary assignment (over a year, which if it happens would be nice). They said mine was the first resume they'd send out (technically they said "only - for now", but I have a feeling that the non-profit will probably ask for some more). They thought they might have an answer yesterday, but nothing came of it and I haven't heard anything from them today. They sent my resume out to a place a couple weeks ago and I didn't get the assignment, and an application I sent in for a bank job was turned down. I'm getting a little down about all the rejection lately.

So if anyone wants to send me good thoughts, prayers, jokes, or porny drabbles, that would make me really happy.

In other news, I've finished my Christmas shopping and am still working on both my whichwillow and Oz Magi assignments.

It's ridiculously cold here, but I think I might go for a short walk just to get my mind off the job situation and onto my frozen extremities. Sounds like fun, eh?

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[roguemarch.livejournal.com]

Channelizing all the good thoughts, vibes, wishes and the work to your way!

[cmk418]

Thanks, March. That means a lot to me!

[murielle.livejournal.com]

Okay! Crossing my fingers and sending good wishes and prayers your way.

(Okay, this is SPN Pancake Porn--wrote it for someone else, but can't find the link so I'm just going to try and paste it here--sorry.)

PANCAKE PORN

“I shudder to think of the state of your arteries.”

“My arteries are fine. My pancakes are delicious.” Dean snapped from his chair at the rickety old motel table.

“Your pancakes are disgusting and your arteries are clogged and ugly.”

Dean continued to construct his tower layer by pancake-y layer.

Sam set a plate on the table and reached for a pancake and his brother smacked his hand away. “Make your own.”

Surveying the flour covered counter, the egg-carton littered with eggshells, the empty milk carton left on its side and dripping its dregs onto the kitchen floor and the balled up remains of the pound of butter at his brother’s elbow Sam asked, “with what?”

“Go buy something.”

“It’s 3:00 A.M. Where am I going to buy …”

“There’s that 24-Hour place we passed coming into town.”

“Twenty miles back!”

“I suggest you put your pants on before you go,” Dean he said as he angled a pancake neatly from the bottom of the loose stack at his side and placed it on the top of the nine already perfectly placed and prepared on the plate in front of him. He slathered it with butter, then scooped a huge spoonful of peanut butter from the jar, dropped it on top of the butter and carefully spread it over the surface of the pancake. He studied the selection of jam open before him and checking the stack for symmetry, reached for blueberry, up-ended it and shook it gently until a great glob glopped out onto the pancake. Using the back of the spoon he eased it carefully over the entire surface. On top of the jam he drizzled a little maple syrup. A soft little smile played at the corners of his mouth as he reached for a can of whipped cream; he compressed the nozzle and began spraying the cream in a decreasing spiral from edge to center. He picked up a bar of plain milk chocolate and shaved delicate swirls over the cream. His smile widened and he sat back and for a moment observing his creation.

His gaze drifted up and met his brother’s. There was something familiar and comforting in the way his younger brother was looking at him. Sam eyed the finished pancake tower with awe.

“It’s going to kill you, you know, “ he said, but with less conviction now.

“Yeah, but I’ll die happy.”

Dean pushed the condiments and remaining pancakes across the table and picked up a knife and fork. He took a deep breath and began to slice.

Sam watched brows furrowed in concentration as the heaped fork disappeared into his older brother’s open mouth.

Dean’s bulging cheeks danced around his grin and he gave a long guttural moan of appreciation.

Pulling the remaining pancakes toward him, Sam reached for the butter, the jars of jam and peanut butter, the chocolate bar and the whipped cream.

“Don’t forget the maple syrup,” Dean said, all kinds of satisfaction playing across his smile.

[cmk418]

MMMMM. Food porn. Just what my mood needed! Thank you!

[murielle.livejournal.com]

;-) You're very welcome!

so it's not exactly porny but

[natlet]

Sean's toweling his hair dry, soft cotton of his shirt sticking to his back, when Tim blows into the locker room. It's late, everyone gone home or on duty for the night, and it's just them - Sean, one foot out the door, and Tim, square in his way.

He smiles. "Hey."

The moment stretches out into forever. It's never a sure thing, between them; Tim could come on all friendly, he could be prickly and looking for a fight. He could have something he's been stewing on, some new brilliant idea or a minor grievance cooking just under the surface, ready to erupt.

Murphy always thought that someday, he'd get a handle on McManus; some sense of his internal barometer, a feeling for what made him tick. Twenty some-odd years and the only answers he'd ever got near were all so poetic and cliche he'd rejected them as not even close. Whatever Tim was, it wasn't cliche.

Tim's mouth twitches into something that passes for a smile. "Hi." He makes his way to his locker, still breathing heavy, wiping a hand up his face and over the top of his head. Fresh from the gym; t-shirt hanging limp and damp off his shoulders, skin flushed and gleaming. Murphy can smell him, when he gets close; sweat and fading cologne and bone-deep exhaustion and it goes straight to his cock. He forces himself to look away, before he makes a fucking scene.

"You been shootin' hoops? How'd you do?" He directs the question over his shoulder, focuses on lacing up his boots.

"Okay." Rush of air and sudden warmth at his side; Tim bumps him with his shoulder as he settles on the bench, bends to untie his sneakers. "Would've been better with a partner."

Murphy grins, shakes his head. "Sorry. Was busy puttin' your dinks to bed. Hoyt and his boys wouldn't settle the fuck down."

"Did you try reading them a bedtime story?" It takes him a second to process and when he looks up, what-the-fuck ready and waiting on his lips, Tim's giving him the blankest, most innocent look he's ever seen.

"Clever." He lets his shoulder rest against Tim's for a second, just long enough to feel the heat coming off him, long rolling waves. He wants to stay there forever. "Sometime next week, okay? I should be done kinda early on Wednesday, we'll play a round." Tim nods; he's got that tiny secretive McManus smile on his face, eyes all crinkled, corner of his pretty mouth quirked upward, and before Sean even knows what's going to come out of his mouth he's saying "Hey, you wanna go grab a bite to eat, a couple beers?"

He doesn't know how he manages to choke it out; it sounds stupid and desperate and needy and he thinks, fuck, but Tim just says "Yeah, lemme hop in the shower, I'll - I'll meet you in the lobby?"

Sean nods. "Okay." He doesn't know why he's not moving yet - except really, he does.

Tim bounces on the balls of his feet, bites his lip; he looks left, looks right, then lurches forward and kisses Sean, quick and warm and firm.

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[natlet]

Jesus. He stares at Tim, stupid and blank, and then it all comes together and he's reaching out, dragging Tim in. He crashes knees-first into the bench, crawls up onto it, slides his hands up Tim's arms and into the sleeves of his t-shirt. Tim's making surprised little noises, wiggling against him and nipping at his lips and it takes every bit of willpower Sean's got to push him away.

"Okay," Tim says. He's at least got the good sense to look a little embarrassed. He wipes the back of his hand over his mouth, grins. "Okay, that's - that's okay. That's okay, isn't it?"

"I." He swallows; his mouth's dry, his ears ringing. "I think so, yeah."

Tim's starting to look awkward and unsure and all of a sudden, being near him's got Sean feeling - parched, strung out, and he says "I'll be outside," flees before he can do any of the stupid things he's thinking about, slamming Tim back against the lockers, pushing those shorts down off his skinny hips. He makes it all the way to the lobby on that thought before he remembers - winter, snow, cold. Fuck. He jams his hands in his pockets, studies the potted plants.

Tim shows up, eventually - coat open and flapping, bag barely slung over his shoulder, trailing office debris. Outside, the sky's dark - again, still. Sean's not sure which. Not sure if it matters.

"Jesus Christ," Tim says, jerking the collar of his coat up around his neck, pulling his head in like a turtle. "How the fuck is it still this cold?"

Sean's sick of talking about the cold. He's sick of the snow and the howling wind, sick of letting it permeate his mind and his days. He shifts closer to Tim as they walk, until their shoulders bump and rub together. "Let's just go to my place," he says, quick, before he can stop himself; "We can leave your car, ride in together in the morning."

It's the boldest, most blatant about it he's ever been, and even while the words are tumbling out of his mouth he can't believe he's saying them and he's got no idea how Tim's going to take it - but Tim just huddles a little closer, says "Yeah, fuck it, let's just go," and then they're in Sean's truck and leaving Oz behind.

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[trillingstar]

Okay, I need to ask for cheering up too if it gets me gems like this!

I saw it all! Love it. Love Murphy's hesitancy and Tim's loose-limbed acceptance and motivation and hurrah for off-the-cuff pouncing kisses and love that they're taking one car and that Tim gives Sean courage. *happy sigh*

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[natlet]

whee thank you! <33

Any time I can cheer people up with cracky fic, I am more than happy to oblige :D

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[cmk418]

I love, love, love, love, love this. You build the sexual tension between these two quite nicely.

Loved Tim's comment - "Would've been better with a partner." It just kick-started the whole thing into another gear.

And this detail - perfect Sean - He doesn't know why he's not moving yet - except really, he does.

Tim checking around to make sure they're totally alone before kissing Sean was cute, as was his insecurity immediately afterward.

And the ending is just great and made me smile, so for that I thank you so much!

One question - should I link to this here or are you going to post it somewhere else?

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[natlet]

:D Yay, I'm glad I helped!

<3333

Um, I'll put some headers on it and toss it up on my Dreamwidth sometime today

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[natlet]

http://natlet.dreamwidth.org/37279.html

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[cmk418]

Got it. And I love the title.

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[natlet]

Whee, and thanks, and haha that page is expanding rapidly!

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[cmk418]

Ain't it great? And if all the "any pairing" prompts become McManus/Murphy and the three specific McManus/Murphy prompts are chosen, we could have as many as five new additions by the time Oz Magi hits. It's pretty much a given that we'll have one because someone requested the pairing twice.

I'm wanting to play around with one of the hardtime100 prompts - the one for desserts, but I have to finish the rest of my challenges before getting to that. I do have an idea in mind though.

By the way, thanks for reccing the page! Way to share the love of all things McManus!

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[natlet]

eeeeee I'm so excited! I keep going back and scrolling through the prompts and going ooh I can't wait to see this, and this, and OH THIS TOO!

Hee, I'm working on that HT100 prompt too - though not very quickly. Good luck with yours!

And no prob! If I could I would force the McManus love on everyone in the whole wide world because seriously, seriously.

[trillingstar]

Crap, how am I supposed to follow peeps who wrote you ficlets?!

Okay, so... here are a few things that make me smile. Hopefully they'll make you smile too!











*HUGS*

[cmk418]

Thank you! These all made me grin, so mission accomplished!

[trillingstar]

One more!

[cmk418]

Hilarious and frighteningly reminds me of my nephew (he's 1).

[theneis.livejournal.com]

It isn't easy. I remember when I left my job with the phone company it took 10 months before I got my next job. 10 months and hundreds (literally) of resumes sent out, dozens of job applications and about 10 interviews where I was rejected over and over. It is disheartening, but after all THAT, I got the best job ever where I was happy and met some wonderful people.

It will pass. *hugs*

[cmk418]

Thank you, Neisys. I do need to remember to be patient and keep applying myself and something good will come of it.

*hugs back*

[michele659.livejournal.com]

I'm so sorry that I didn't see this entry before. I don't know how I missed it,or if this was posted the day lj was all screwed up and for a while I couldn't get on.
I see that you got the job and I am very happy for you!