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Gabriella. 21. Been a nerd for so long, I've virtually turned it into an artform.

"Look, I don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive you've got to flap your arms and legs, you've got to jump around a lot, for life is the very opposite of death, and therefore you must at very least think noisy and colorfully, or you're not alive." –Mel Brooks

Doctor Who. Supernatural. Teen Wolf. Sherlock. Firefly. M*A*S*H. The Big Bang Theory. The New Normal. The Avengers. Castle. Merlin. The Boondock Saints. Team Starkid. Harry Potter. Glee. Community. Lord of the Rings. Dalton, by Mama CP.

"You have enemies? Good. That means that you've stood up for something, sometime in your life." –Winston Churchill

I pretty much reblog stuff that I find hilarious or amazing. Sometimes, I might post some original stuff (mostly Jogan fics and more recently, Scisaac oneshots), but don't count on it. And if you don’t agree with what I post, feel free to tell me! If I find your response offensive, prepare: you will be mocked, with GIFs.

Ask me anything, and I'll answer it all! Or most of it.

Tags for: beautiful people, important things, funny things, painful things, WTF things, OMG FEELS, things that are true and adorable things.

The Bobby to my Winchester brothers

SHIPS

Destiel, Castazar (Castiel/Balthazar); Sterek, Scisaac; Johnlock; Mal/Simon, Inara/Kaylee, Wash/Dinosaurs; Hawkeye/ALL THE BROSHIPS; Canon, pretty much; Bravid (DUH); Stony, Hawkeye/Coulson, a slight side fetish for FrostIron; Caskett, of COURSE; I'd call it canon, really – Arthur/Merlin. Oh, and JOGAN JOGAN JOGAN COME BACK TO ME

❒ Single, ❒ Taken, ✔ Proud to be in Ravenclaw, ✔ Waiting for my Time Lord



“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.” ― George R.R. Martin, A Dance With Dragons


DUMBLEDORE'S ARMY
{ wear }

THE SCARF OF SEXUAL PREFERENCE
{ wear }

THE DALTON ACADEMY WARBLERS
{ GLEEK OUT }

RAVENPUFF
{ wear }

 

Gotten: A Jogan Fic.

danielleatyourservice:

grrrbarrowman:

Title: Gotten

Authors: Me (grrrbarrowman) & Chen (dothefutterwacken)

Rating: T

Warnings & Notes: Angst? I call it Jogangst. Songfic, based on this song, with similar adaptation to piano as this cover.

This fic features Derek & The Jogans. Don’t understand/want to book them for a gig in your pants? Ask me or Chen. =3

Summary: Unexpected. Completely unexpected. But certainly not unwelcome.

A/U: So, this happened:

I listened to the entire thing live, and I started offering up things if Moves Like Jagger wouldn’t come in first (it came in 4th, thank the heavens), because face it, Adele deserves all the awards. She also placed second (with Rolling in the Deep), fifth (with Set Fire to the Rain) and twelfth (with Turning Tables).

So, one of the promises was finally posting this fic, even though I have an assload of homework to do. And here it is.

Before I continue, I have to say that without Chen, this fic would not have been written. I started uni and kind of abandoned it, but then found her on Tumblr; we got to talking, and, well. She co-authored large bits of this fic, and I mean it when I say that I probably would not have finished it if it wasn’t for her. (She also got to read it a week or so ago, when I met her for the first time and printed out a copy.)

Onwards! Kae, my amazing BETA; Becks, who gave her approval; and the Jogan Gondola, for being so fucking amazing and making me want to post millions of ficlets, just so we have something to riot over, until E27.

A few final notes: That summary is complete and total shit, so don’t pay attention. Chen is the co-author, because I fucking said so. Also, I was told it’s tear-inducing. So, tissues. Yeah.

And let me know what you think! Because I’m an attention whore.

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 Thankyou. Ugh, now I’m crying. This needs to happen in Dalton!canon. please do. please don’t die.

Reblogging again because I’m an attention whore - there, I said it!

It’s just that I put so much effort into it and it would be awesome to get some more feedback. So, Gondoliers? Help a sister out. <3

Gotten: A Jogan Fic.

Title: Gotten

Authors: Me (grrrbarrowman) & Chen (dothefutterwacken)

Rating: T

Warnings & Notes: Angst? I call it Jogangst. Songfic, based on this song, with similar adaptation to piano as this cover.

This fic features Derek & The Jogans. Don’t understand/want to book them for a gig in your pants? Ask me or Chen. =3

Summary: Unexpected. Completely unexpected. But certainly not unwelcome.

A/U: So, this happened:

I listened to the entire thing live, and I started offering up things if Moves Like Jagger wouldn’t come in first (it came in 4th, thank the heavens), because face it, Adele deserves all the awards. She also placed second (with Rolling in the Deep), fifth (with Set Fire to the Rain) and twelfth (with Turning Tables).

So, one of the promises was finally posting this fic, even though I have an assload of homework to do. And here it is.

Before I continue, I have to say that without Chen, this fic would not have been written. I started uni and kind of abandoned it, but then found her on Tumblr; we got to talking, and, well. She co-authored large bits of this fic, and I mean it when I say that I probably would not have finished it if it wasn’t for her. (She also got to read it a week or so ago, when I met her for the first time and printed out a copy.)

Onwards! Kae, my amazing BETA; Becks, who gave her approval; and the Jogan Gondola, for being so fucking amazing and making me want to post millions of ficlets, just so we have something to riot over, until E27.

A few final notes: That summary is complete and total shit, so don’t pay attention. Chen is the co-author, because I fucking said so. Also, I was told it’s tear-inducing. So, tissues. Yeah.

And let me know what you think! Because I’m an attention whore.

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Working on a new Jogan fic!

And I’m going against my ethos. Ladies and gentlemen, it’s going to be angsty.

But only in the beginning.

It might be a two-parter.

GODDAMNIT I HAVE UNIVERSITY HOW WILL I JUGGLE ASJHASLKFHSKFJHASLGHLKJF

It’s gonna be awesome. =D

Public: A Jogan fic

Posted completely un-BETAed. So be warned.

Title: Public

Author: Gabriella (grrrbarrowman)

Rating: M. No doubt

Warnings: AU - Julian’s bashful and new, Logan is bold and a bit predatory, and they’re in public school. Sex. Drug use - weed.

Summary: Welcome to school, kid.

A/N: Written for my wonderful BETA, Kae, who asked for public-place sexytimes. Sorry I didn’t run this by you first, poppet, I just really wanted to post it. <3

Song that inspired it was, obviously, Smoking In The Boy’s Room by Motley Crue. For those of you who like LotR, my first introduction to the song was through this wonderfully amusing video (direct download link, beware). For those who came just for the Jogan smut, enjoy!

NSFW. Obviously.

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Filled Jogan prompt for smudgedxeyeliner

maitia:

In which Julian is pretty and Lo is high

 

”Julian, darling, if you could just do one with your eyes closed? You know, sort of a dreamy expression…” Click. “Thaaat’s it, perfect! Now give me… sultry. Lovely. Okay, darling, take a break while we move the lights around. Alan wants to do this high-contrast shadowy look.”

Julian plopped down on a chair with a bottle of water, exhausted. He was used to these long photo shoots by now, but he still did not enjoy them very much. His back would start to ache from keeping poses for too long, he would be absolutely parched with thirst, he would start to sweat in the heat of the lights and the sheer amount of scrutiny his body was subjected to was enough to make him want to crawl into bed and never get out.

To make matters worse, he missed Logan and Derek so much it was almost like a physical pain in the back of his head. Ever since he and Logan had gotten together almost four months ago, he had tried his hardest not to seem co-dependent. He acted aloof and put together, secretly terrified that Logan might suddenly realise that he did not want him after all. It was stupid, but the fear was ingrained in his mind after all these years. After all, had he not seen Logan fall in and out of love at an almost feverish pace? Who was to say that it would not happen again? Julian knew that there was nothing he could do about his own feelings, but he could at least protect his pride by not showing exactly how much he depended on Logan.

Julian was pulled out of his reverie but a merry tinkling from his phone. Derek. Huh.

“Hi Der. What’s up?” A loud siren greeted him.

“Der? Derek!”
“Julian, thank goodness!” Derek sounded absolutely hysterical.

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Lace And Leather: A Jogan fic

Title: Lace And Leather

Author: Gabriella (grrrbarrowman)

Rating: M. Oh yes.

Warnings: JulianXleather pants, light bondage, unprotected alleyway sex.

A/N: I just realized that I never summarize these when I post them on Tumblr. Hmm.

Sometimes, birthday wishes DO come true.

There you go.

Written for one of chylan’s prompts. HAPPY? =D

The song listened to for inspiration is Lace and Leather, by Britney Spears.

For obvious reasons, NSFW. Plus, not BETA-ed, so feel free to throw tomatoes.

But, of course, some concrit would be appreciated.

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Unicorn: A Jogan fic

Title: Unicorn

Author: Gabriella (grrrbarrowman)

Rating: K, maybe K+

Warnings: Fluffiness and adorable-ness.

A/N: Thanks so much to Kae, for giving this a lookover, and to jacksmannequinn for prompting me: “daddy!jogan something like julian comes home after a shoot and sees logan being a good yet silly dad”.

The characters belong to Mama CP, but Jack belongs to me! =D

Enjoy!

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A sneak peek at some Jogan smut.

Tagging some avid Jogan shippers. This may be fulfilling a prompt or want, I’m not sure. But if yes, why not? =D

And my BETA of course.

Warning: Kitchen island sexytimes, and dancing!Julian.

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Julian was muttering to himself as his hips swayed from side to side, moving to the beat. Logan noticed that Julian was holding a mug in one hand and a soapy sponge in the other; beyond the lust clouding his vision (and judgment, as he pulled off his jacket and laid his bag quietly on the couch, then slipped out of his shoes and noiselessly moved towards the humming brunet), he could see the sink in front of Julian, heaped with dishes.

Julian was doing housework.

This realization cleared Logan’s mind for a minute; he stopped behind the island, watching those irresistible hips gyrate, and considered the pros and cons of pouncing on Julian. His calculating eyes mapped out the kitchen and strategic areas that he could use to his advantage, while he observed Julian for the most opportune moment.

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The rest is the smuttiest I’ve ever written, so take heed. I’ll post the rest when my BETA gives the green light.

I didn’t just go through the Jogan tag and tag everyone that I saw on the first page, not at all…