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Important pseudo entry

Dear lj-friends,

my life has been turned upside-down by a little girl called Lilly who uses my every second and my every nerve to keep me busy. I LOVE being a mom. It's nothing one can describe with words and I won't even try. So the person I am right is exactly what I need to be, dark circles under the eyes and skitterish nerves included.

But I've come to realize that I've changed. I'm not sure when or if I'll ever again be the person that I was before. The one that fan-girled about SPN or wrote Fanfiction because I needed to get my creativity on paper. There's neither time for that in my daily schedule neither room for that within my head right now. I'm really sorry about that because I miss all of it. I miss fan girling and writing as much as I miss going out to watch movie or whatever. I miss writing entries about other things in my life than the One Subject. I miss it all SO MUCH because it had always been an important part of me.

But I can't. Not now.

So, you might think I've become boring and uninteresting and unimaginative and if that is so, so be it. I'd understand if you wanted to defriend me. No hard feelings. Promise. I don't want you to feel any obligation towards me because I've barely the time to keep up with all of my friends right now anyway.

Uhm, so. That's it, I suppose.

Love you, miss you, hug you all


The "Having a baby 101"

There’s a billion reasons not to have children and only one good reason for: Love. And I’m not talking Hollywood love here but the real deal. The love that makes women lift cars, take bullets, fight evil grown men (plural) single handedly or become supernaturally empathetic when it comes to their kids. The Love with a capital ‘L’ that leaves you physically and emotionally broken and you don’t even mind.

Why I’m so philosophical?

So, this weekend we’ve had a discussion at my parent’s home about the question why the hell would anyone in this world get children even though there’re so much more reasons not to have one? And isn’t “getting children” awfully egoistic from a logical point of view?

Fact is, this world is a mess. There’s murder, rape, war. Not to mention diseases, natural disasters, nuclear weapons and power station (that explode at times and leave whole countries a mess). Who are you to decide that someone else has to suffer through idociy of mankind? Also, there’s the fact that children are exhausting. They cost money, the cost nerves and eventually a few of my own years of life, I’m sure. Mostly what you get in return is sleepless nights and dirty diapers. Later in life it’s going to be temper tantrums, ruined furniture/clothes/carpets/etc. And then there’s puberty. Let’s not forget puberty when your kid HATES you just for being alive. And when your kid is a grown up and (hopefully) finally appreciates what you did for him/her, your kid moves away and begins a life of its own. Shiny!

When I was born in the GDR you actually had advantages in terms of financial benefits. Today, you still get child benefits for every child. It’s not much but it’s the thought that counts. Of course there’s not just a small group of women/families abusing this money and YES, that’s a major case of egoistic.

But generally speaking: Is having kids egoistic?

Let’s presume you’re not getting pregnant due to an accident. This means you’re having kids because you want to.

Uhm, why?

You want to have a kid because you can care for it. Because it’s there and you have someone to give your love to and when you’re old (and lucky) your kid returns the favor. You feed it, you raise it, you entertain it and you teach it. You obviously have a certain idea or vision about how your life will be with a baby. You’re hoping for something to happen that makes your life better, right? But what’s in it for you precisely besides having stress and work and the imminent danger of private insolvency? Come on, let’s face it, the logical necessity of producing kids is pretty much nonexistent. Except maybe in case you want a kid because the poor dude can help you work on the farm. O_o

And this is where only a mother can speak up. How do you explain the love you feel for your child? How do express the impact it makes in your life? It’s impossible. I’ve tried to put it in words so my sister can understand what I’m talking about but, damn, that’s hard.

I have constant butterflies in my stomach when I look at. Just look at her. Today, all day long the only thing I wanted was a few minutes for myself but now that my wish has been fulfilled (she’s asleep in her crib) I want to look at her every few minutes to make sure she’s still there. It’s a never ending struggle between being a 24/7 mommy and still staying myself. She’s only two months old but every day she learns something else. Something she couldn’t do yesterday and my heart explodes with pride and melancholy because I feel like this is way too fast. She’s my baby but I still have no control whatsoever about her. Not really. Not when it comes to her personality, her thoughts and her feelings. All I can do is helping her with all I have. Cloth her, carry her, cuddle and kiss her. Put her to bed when she’s tired and sing her lullabies to calm her down. Feeding her is what heaven must feel like. Her huge eyes are always open, never blinking and she stares at me with wonder and absolute trust that makes me melt like goo and scares me shitless at the same time.

When she smiles it’s all emotion. There’s no second thought in that smile – no spite, no ambiguity. Just that. A smile that is how it’s supposed to be. Serene and given in earnest.

How can I deserve something so wonderful even though I’m just a human being? Am I doing it right? What if I’m doing it wrong? What if I fail miserably? How can I even think about enjoying this when her future is so damn unclear. I’m not even sure she (or I) live through next week? I could get hit by a car and she’d grow up motherless. The same applies to her. What if she’s getting a disease and the only thing my sacrificial motherhood causes is pain and a too early death? These thoughts are so damn painful I usually just put them in the back of my mind. But I DO have them, I can’t turn them off. Only a few days ago I thought about the myth that the world is going to end on December 21, 2012 and I started to calculate how old she’d be and how much she’d miss in her life. Yes, I’m masochistic like that.

But that’s what motherhood feels like. It doesn’t complete you and can’t fix you. And if you think it would, that’d be egoistic. But the truth is, having a baby is a profound change in your life and it will rip you apart and put the parts back together, no more and no less. A painful and rather annoying process that’ll last for the rest of your life and my only hope is that it’s getting easier… which it won’t I know. But I can still hope, right? :-)

So no! Having a baby has got nothing to do with egoism. Indeed, it’d be very egoistic not to enjoy this kind of love. The relationship between mother and daughter (at least as far I can see it) depends on this kind of emotional conversation. A constant giving and taking. Like some kind of symbiosis where one creature depends on the other one and vice versa.

You can expect everything of your kid and you’ll surely go through every kind of emotion there is. Regret, jealousy, frustration, anger, pain… and love, so much love that no matter how weary you are or exhausted or devastated, one smile of your baby and it’ll be all worth it.

Oh, and just to make it clear: it took me four days and a x-ty billion diaper/nursing/sleeping/takingwalks/docsappt-breaks to write this text. I feel majorly accomplished.
NCIS icon "what?"

We know that catastrophes make the best in people shine out

... but also the worst.

Dear Airlines,

I can't even tell you how much you suck right now. Asking for thousands of Dollars from people who want to flee? That's sick. Regular fees? Pleeeease! That's bullshit!!! Why don't you just double the fees? I mean, you're being so subtle so far after all.

Dear Nuclear Power stations,

I think it's admirable and heroic that there're actually Japanese who want to sacrifice themselves by helping out in the contaminated area but... honestly... is there anyone among you who's actually responsible? Someone who's pocketing the money from this institution? I doubt it! Yeah, yeah, I know. There's no one responsible per se but still. There's people who should be cleaning the mess and then there's the volunteers...

Dear German nuclear power politics,

you know what? Nevermind! It's not like we a saying in that.


This whole thing just makes me cry. And I don't want to cry. Not now. I have other things to do

Time to wishlist again

I was strangely humble about my wishlist last year but now it's time to take care of myself *nods*. Being pregnant with my first child makes me wish for a better world but since I probably won't get that I'll go for something else:

1. I intend to raise my baby bilingually (I'm German but English is the language I actually dream in... weird, I know) so I'd love to get English children books or songs or cds or poems like lullabies or kids rhymes or just simple prayers that are appropriate for youngsters. So if you have things like that to offer I'm all ears and eyes. If you have books to give away I'd be willing to give away my adress.

2. Socks! The more colorful the better. I just love socks!

3. Christmas cards/e-cards.

4. Inspiration for the decoration of the nursery. Do you have pics of your kid's nursery? I'm pretty clueless about how it's supposed to look like. I know I want Disney figures on the walls and my sister and a friend of mine are willing to do the painting. They did it before and it looks AWESOMEAWESOMEAWESOME but besides that I'm totally at a loss (fyi... I don't know the gender yet but I hope to find out on Thursday)

5. My paid lj account will expire early next year and since getting a baby is ridiculously costly I'm not sure I'm willing to pay for another year. So, uhm... yeah... that'd be... *clears throat*...

... Wishing for things is kinda embarrassing.

So, now go and have your own wishlist :-)

Edited for a #6:

6. Recs for audiofics (Supernatural, Criminal Minds, Buffy, Sentinel, Haven and and and...) but strictly GEN! Preferably case fics or any kind of fic that has an actual plot (I'm not picky as long as there's no sex) and is longer than ... say... 20 minutes or so.

Oneshot Number 2

Title: Untitled (looks like my muse failed me in this point)
Disclaimer: Still not mine. Dammit!
Prompt: Great big Sammy. Little tiny box. And everything that he's ever been afraid of seems to somehow get in there with him. If he could just get out. If he could just move to bang on something for help. If only the digging he could hear was really Dean.
Warnings:  I hate to repeat myself but... eewwww! So don't wanna be in Sam's shoes. Plus, my muse didn't exactly get along with the prompt. It had its own mind.

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With Halloween so close...

... my muse decided to play along and gifted me with enough inspiration for two tiny oneshots written for the meme at sharp_teeth 

Title: Pearls
Disclaimer: Not mine. Shame. Yadda.
Prompt: Teeth are all that remains of Jess after the fire. Sam steals them: they're so perfect, white.
Warning: Probably more disturbing than usual. I mean it! Consider yourself warned.

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Harry Potter blubber


Für meine deutsch-sprachigen f-listers.

Eine Freundin von mir hat vor kurzem ihr eigenes Blog eingerichtet... was an und fürsich schon eine ziemlich überraschende Wendung war, da Computer wohl in ihren Augen noch nicht reif für dieses Jahrtausend waren... oder auch umgekehrt. Auf jeden Fall hat sie jetzt ein Blog und - was noch viel wichtiger ist - ist eine in meinen Augen begnadete Schriftstellerin/Karikaturistin/Satirikerin. Sucht euch was aus. Naja, bei ihrem Vater konnte nur sowas bei rauskommen. Der ist nämlich ein recht erfolgreicher Lokal-Kabarettist.

Wie auch immer, ihren Blog findet ihr hier: DickeFaxen

Und einen kleinen Ausschnitt aus einem ihrer Texte gibt's gratis noch dazu:

„Was ist denn das hier…hier muss doch irgendwo… das kann doch nicht…“

Seit reichlichen fünf Minuten durchsuchte ich nun schon die Kabine der öffentlichen Toilette. Das ganze Teil war komplett verchromt. Der Architekt hatte hier wohl seine Vorliebe für Funkeln und Blitzen ausgelebt. Da konnte man schon froh sein, dass anstelle des Klopapiers keine Rolle Alufolie an der Wand hing. So in etwa hatte ich mir die Toilette auf einer Raumfähre vorgestellt. Naja, soweit man sich eben Toiletten auf Raumfähren vorstellt…

Aber an einer Spülvorrichtung war offensichtlich gespart worden. Wo war dieses blöde Ding nur? Ich zweifelte langsam ernsthaft an meinem Verstand.

An der Wand befanden sich lediglich zwei kleine Silberknöpfe, die sich allerdings als völlig nutzlos erwiesen und vermutlich nur zur Verwirrung des Benutzers und eventuell zur Belustigung der Toilettenfachkraft konstruiert worden waren. Nach diesem Gedanken verbrachte ich drei weitere Minuten in der Kabine damit, nun die Kamera zu suchen, die hier sicherlich irgendwo angebracht war und meine völlige Inkompetenz bezüglich des Spülens farbenfroh dokumentierte...

Ich finde, es lohnt sich hin und wieder mal reinzuschauen und sich köstlich zu amüsieren.
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Before I forget about it completely... I made another video for the summer_sam_love  challenge for the episode "Home".

Unfortunately, stupid youtube won't let people watch it in Germany so I reposted it at videovault, where you need an account. And to make the fail epic, megaupload hates me and keeps giving me error messages when i want to upload it *sigh*.

So, if you have the incomprehensible need to take a peek and can't watch it on youtube or don't have an account for vidders.net/ send me word and I'll think of something.

Song: Ana Johnson - We are
Spoilers: 109 - Home
Summary: Home is where the pain is the strongest.

Or watch it here: vidders.net/video/2820784:Video:284562

Somewhen I was Meant to Be - Masterpost

Somewhen I was Meant to Be

by annj_g80

Genre: Gen

Rating: PG-13

: Sam, Dean, John, Bobby

swearing, cursing - Dean seems to have a knack for the f-word, tsk! (canonical) main character death(s)... kinda. It's complicated.


A/N: Written for the bigbang 2010. The beautiful art was magicked by tanpopo03. Honey, you totally exceeded my exceptation by miles and miles *swoons*. Thank you *hugs*. I also want to thank gwendolynd  for having done such an amazing beta job. All the remaining mistakes are totally mine.  Also, I want to thank fickleanactoria  who - at the beginning of all this - made some very valid points. She really had some nice insights and then... poof... she went missing *is sad*. Hope you are okay and thank you anyway.

Summary: In 1999 Sam dies on a hunt. It was an accident or at least that's what John and Dean keep telling themselves until eight years later a dying woman tells them to find him. To find Sam. What they find, though, isn't Sam but a young mother and her strangely familiar eight year old son who is the key to Azazel's defeat...and to Sam.


  ||  Chapter One  ||  Chapter Two  ||  Chapter Three  ||  Chapter Four  ||  Chapter Five 

Chapter Six  ||  Chapter Seven  ||  Epilogue


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