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[exsequar]

Because I am Mel's bitch I love and adore Mel, I uploaded all of my SPN icons for her, and therefore I thought I would share with the class :) I've done this before but people always seem to enjoy it. Every file is labeled with the maker's name first. Make sure to credit the maker if you use these! Contained within are 1,515 Supernatural icons, my entire collection. Yikes o.O

Anne's Supernatural icons folder, zipped, Sendspace, 47 MB

And LOOK! Mel ficced at me! Winchesters! Being adorable! Go read! *bounces happily*

I continue to be absolutely smitten by Danny Ocean and Rusty Ryan! *beams* I finally watched Ocean's 12 last night, and while the plot was abysmal and facepalmworthy, I barely even noticed because EEE BOYS. With the scheming and the private amusement and the getting sloshed on wine and the utter beauty omg I am dead. *flailyhands* I took a bunch of caps because they are JUST TOO PRETTY (especially Brad, gah *licks*) and I've started making icons, *points* SEE! Mmmmmmmm boys. I also made this one of Rusty because he makes me go mmmph:



See? Mmmph. And there are others but I will post those, hopefully, soon! But picspam will be coming sooner! IF I can figure out how to mass upload the damn things easily! Photobucket is taking FOREVER. Ugh.

ETA: The torrent of Ocean's 11 I've been downloading ALL DAY just finished.

...it's dubbed in Italian.

*HEADDESK*

Comments

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

You make me squishy in my tummy. ♥

[exsequar.livejournal.com]

Sam's ass makes me squishy... elsewhere.

AHEM.

I ♥ you. :D

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Sam's ass is a glorious, GLORIOUS thing. Has someone written an ode yet? I think there should be an ode. Maybe just to Sam's entire being because omgmouth.

[exsequar.livejournal.com]

Also omgpointynose. And neck. And fluffy curls at the nape of his neck. Mmph.

I think you should write an ode.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

I just tried to write an ode and ended up singing this to myself in a very Monty Python/Willy Wonka sort of way instead. I fear for my sanity, Anne.


A doctor lies 'round the corner
For your bevy of scrapes and sprains;
A baker is less than a mile away
Tending his rising bread;
But still you sit here
Where there is no more beer
And you sing this jingle insteeaad:

There is nothing quite like a Samuel
To dry all your tears away;
There is nothing quite like a Samuel
On a rough cold winter’s day;
There is nothing quite like a Sam-u-elll
So get on your knees and ‘praaaay’!

[exsequar.livejournal.com]

...

I have never seen anything sillier in my life. BUT WHERE IS THE SAMMY ASS?

*draws hearts around you*

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

AT LEAST YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME SINGING IT. Oh god. I think I need. Something. Medication.