"when you walk in, you suck my circuitry"

Inside Kat’s brain (ECHO-echo-echo-PORN)

Time: Last night, around 10 pm
Context: Hours of writing porn, coffee, pain killers.
“Stimulus”: The Voice (Finnish music TV channel)
Warnings: PWP, TMI, Fandom + RL
Rating: NC-17
 

Sometimes I’m sad that I’m not a skinny male indie rock band singer with razor-sharp hipbones, lots of black eyeliner and strategically placed leather accessories. I mean really, really sad. Because clearly I would be very good at it and there is apparently a huge market for this at the moment. Half-an-hour of music videos shows an inordinate amount of pretty boys in make-up and open-shirts, jumping on each other, exchanging long full-body hugs, belting out raw angsty songs about androgynous love and politics and generally emoting all over the place. No really, even the metal bands have turned a tad gay.

69 Eyes is a Finnish band I know nothing about. Yet for some inexplicable reason they thought that writing a song called Lost Boys, and making an accompanying music video that plays homage to the film in question, would be really fucking awesome *insert two-fingered heavy-metal salute here* One wonders whether they’re aware of the fact that the movie Lost Boys is so full of homosexual (and incestuous) subtext that it’s a miracle it ever got released at all. Still. Vampires. That is just never not funny. It just isn’t particularly macho-straight, either.

But really. Someone should write a Supernatural/Lost Boys crossover. Because after killing all those sexy evil vampires Michael and Sam clearly couldn’t give up the thrill and became hunters. You know it makes sense. And there could be some really wrong, but undeniably hot Michael/Sam/Sam/Dean smut blood-play optional. Just saying. (Surely someone has already written this? Link?)

Guns n’ Roses’ Paradise City comes on which is way cool, because I just mentioned this in the Anywhere Road fic and I’m smiling like a loon because still awesome dammit. And then I start imagining Ash in tight white jeans like Axl is wearing in the video and my brain short-circuits, because even though I know it would look absolutely ridiculous, there’s still a part of me that insists that it would be sort of sexy too. There are also some disturbing flashbacks to dancing to this song in Blaises, which was this really skeevy rock club I used to go to when I was an undergrad. It was a nasty underground place; sweat raining down the walls, couples (sometimes more) having sex in the corners. Let this be my sage advice to all you young people on my F-list who are just now starting university: Somewhere near you there is a sweaty, filthy rock club where you can get cheap Tequila shots, request the DJ to put on Paradise City and then make-out on the dance floor, your knee-high red boots wrapped around some stranger’s legs (good times), and you should totally go there as often as possible. *nods*

Ooooh, more vampires! Danko Jones' First Date video is kind of funny, and didn’t they support Pearl Jam recently somewhere? Or I could be just confused. One grunge band is very much like another. Anyway, there’s that scene in as-yet-unposted Anywhere Road fic where Ash hums early Pearl Jam in a shower in an effort to empty his head. Believable y/n? Also, Ash totally kisses on a first date. Among other things. But really, all this oral fixation makes think of Jensen’s mouth and how Dean really, really likes sucking cock; the heavy, hot feel of it on his tongue as he kneels on the cold cement floor, jaw aching and thighs spread wide for balance. And porn inspiration FTW because yeah it fits, and the fic I’m writing for the Connotations zine unravels open in my mind and I realise that even when bent over the wooden crates Dean’s chewing at his own fist because his mouth feels too empty, sliding helplessly across the spit-wet flesh before Sam wrenches his head to the side and shoves two of his own fingers in and Dean comes like that, speared between Sam’s fingers and cock, full to the brim and desperately pushing for more.

Yeah. That’ll work. Goddamn, who knew painkillers and bad music videos were this inspirational?

"when you walk in, you suck my circuitry"

Inside Kat’s brain (ECHO-echo-echo-PORN)

Time: Last night, around 10 pm
Context: Hours of writing porn, coffee, pain killers.
“Stimulus”: The Voice (Finnish music TV channel)
Warnings: PWP, TMI, Fandom + RL
Rating: NC-17
 

Sometimes I’m sad that I’m not a skinny male indie rock band singer with razor-sharp hipbones, lots of black eyeliner and strategically placed leather accessories. I mean really, really sad. Because clearly I would be very good at it and there is apparently a huge market for this at the moment. Half-an-hour of music videos shows an inordinate amount of pretty boys in make-up and open-shirts, jumping on each other, exchanging long full-body hugs, belting out raw angsty songs about androgynous love and politics and generally emoting all over the place. No really, even the metal bands have turned a tad gay.

69 Eyes is a Finnish band I know nothing about. Yet for some inexplicable reason they thought that writing a song called Lost Boys, and making an accompanying music video that plays homage to the film in question, would be really fucking awesome *insert two-fingered heavy-metal salute here* One wonders whether they’re aware of the fact that the movie Lost Boys is so full of homosexual (and incestuous) subtext that it’s a miracle it ever got released at all. Still. Vampires. That is just never not funny. It just isn’t particularly macho-straight, either.

But really. Someone should write a Supernatural/Lost Boys crossover. Because after killing all those sexy evil vampires Michael and Sam clearly couldn’t give up the thrill and became hunters. You know it makes sense. And there could be some really wrong, but undeniably hot Michael/Sam/Sam/Dean smut blood-play optional. Just saying. (Surely someone has already written this? Link?)

Guns n’ Roses’ Paradise City comes on which is way cool, because I just mentioned this in the Anywhere Road fic and I’m smiling like a loon because still awesome dammit. And then I start imagining Ash in tight white jeans like Axl is wearing in the video and my brain short-circuits, because even though I know it would look absolutely ridiculous, there’s still a part of me that insists that it would be sort of sexy too. There are also some disturbing flashbacks to dancing to this song in Blaises, which was this really skeevy rock club I used to go to when I was an undergrad. It was a nasty underground place; sweat raining down the walls, couples (sometimes more) having sex in the corners. Let this be my sage advice to all you young people on my F-list who are just now starting university: Somewhere near you there is a sweaty, filthy rock club where you can get cheap Tequila shots, request the DJ to put on Paradise City and then make-out on the dance floor, your knee-high red boots wrapped around some stranger’s legs (good times), and you should totally go there as often as possible. *nods*

Ooooh, more vampires! Danko Jones' First Date video is kind of funny, and didn’t they support Pearl Jam recently somewhere? Or I could be just confused. One grunge band is very much like another. Anyway, there’s that scene in as-yet-unposted Anywhere Road fic where Ash hums early Pearl Jam in a shower in an effort to empty his head. Believable y/n? Also, Ash totally kisses on a first date. Among other things. But really, all this oral fixation makes think of Jensen’s mouth and how Dean really, really likes sucking cock; the heavy, hot feel of it on his tongue as he kneels on the cold cement floor, jaw aching and thighs spread wide for balance. And porn inspiration FTW because yeah it fits, and the fic I’m writing for the Connotations zine unravels open in my mind and I realise that even when bent over the wooden crates Dean’s chewing at his own fist because his mouth feels too empty, sliding helplessly across the spit-wet flesh before Sam wrenches his head to the side and shoves two of his own fingers in and Dean comes like that, speared between Sam’s fingers and cock, full to the brim and desperately pushing for more.

Yeah. That’ll work. Goddamn, who knew painkillers and bad music videos were this inspirational?