Things I Want But Don’t Have Time To Write

Some spoilers for Supernatural Season Eight

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I finally came up with an idea for Megstiel curtain fic that I think would work. After Castiel saves Meg from Crowley (he saved Crowley from Meg, it stands that he could pull off the opposite), they decide to escape from the war together as best they can, but Cas isn’t exactly the most domestic creature on the planet. Knowing how well Cas learns from watching movies, Meg has him watch the Addams Family films and suggests he take lessons from the Raul Julia version of Gomez Addams. White picket fences? Probably not. But this sort of banter? 

Gomez: Look at her. I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss. [Morticia wakes up] Unhappy, darling?
Morticia: Oh, yes. Yes completely.  Gomez… Sun. Il me perce comme un poingard.
Gomez: Oh, Tish. That’s French.
Morticia: Oui.
Gomez: Cara mia.  [kisses her hand]
Morticia: Gomez…
Gomez: Querida?
Morticia: Last night, you were unhinged. You were like some desperate howling demon. You frightened me. Do it again.

Morticia: So… you still desire me after all these years? The old ball and chain?
Gomez: Forever!
Morticia: I’ll get them!

That I can totally see. Not to mention the fun of having Meg call Dean Lurch and Sam Cousin Itt whenever they drop by. =D

casdixon:

jaredisahappymoose:

im-your-favorite-actor-and-i:

itssamwinchester:

but guYS WHAT IF

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i am laughing so hard omg 

DEANS HEAD LOOKS SO SMALL IM CRYING

Sam looks like Lord Farquaad

oh mY GOD

How to know I’ve spent too much of my day critiquing Rob Liefeld art: the fact that it took me close to a minute to figure out the heads had been swapped and that Sam’s standing a good foot to yard closer to the camera than Dean. 

ROB LIEFELD HAS ROBBED ME OF MY ABILITY TO CORRECTLY DISCERN NORMAL HUMAN PROPORTIONS AND ANATOMY

(via brainsaredelicious)

operafloozy:

hellotrickster:

shirozora:

oftfrustrated:

electricsed:

drneverland:

codename-scarecrow:

expositionfairy:

cammeh:

plothooksinc:

timemachineyeah:

chickwithmonkey:

sarkastically:

Primary weapon: Warren Ellis’ Crooked Little Vein (paperback edition)
Secondary weapon: Post-it Notes
Partner: One of the guys from Pawn Stars.
I am so beyond fucked.

primary weapon: a small plate covered in grilled cheese sandwich crumbs
secondary weapon: my giant cat sammy
partner: technically i think tara is supposed to be the main character on dance academy so… yep, pretty fucked. 

My cat, a fork, and The Doctor.
Honestly, that just sounds fun.

A 1.5L bottle of water and a hammer that says Otherwise on its haft.  I think I’m sorted.  Oh, and I last watched Magi, so I guess I have my own personal Magi along to keep me alive. :Db  (But you know, I’ll take Morgiana in a pinch.)

My glasses, a long-handle staple remover, and Jack O’Neill (TWO L’s) from Stargate: SG1.
Haaaahahaha, those zombies are screwed. :D

Primary weapon: A 1TB external hard drive.
Secondary weapon: A half-full 1.5-liter bottle of Diet Coke.
Partner: …an ensemble cast of mostly horrible people in which no one particular character can really be singled out as the “main”, a small but significant faction of which is currently devoted to fighting zombies canonically?
I’ll just…hide behind them.  Yeah.

On my left… Banjo…. Excellent I can play the dueling banjo song for creepiness x1000.
On my right… Katana. Lucky!!
Main Character from the last show I watched? Mother fucking SPARTACUS.
I think I’m pretty well off, mang. 

Primary weapon: baggie of colored pencils
Secondary: Bottle of rubbing alcohol
Character: The last one I actually watched was Mythbusters. Otherwise, Peter Griffin. Unless we’re counting movies, then it’s Rick O’Connell. I’m sure zombies/mummies translates the same at the end of a gun.
But probably fucked, anyway.

A white noise generator, a box of note cards, and Batman.
So items aside, I think I’m pretty good, actually.

Primary Weapon- CERAMIC TEA MUG
Secondary Weapon- Bruce Boxleitner in his Tron outfit
Character- pure snark ex-CIA Operative Snow (Guy Pierce) from Lockout
… oh boy. Someone on my team is gonna get it in the head.  D:

Primary weapon - deluxe Rinzler
Secondary weapon - Disney glass mug
Character - Sherlock Holmes & Joan Watson.
…. I think I’ll make it just fine, :D

Primary weapon: cat
Secondary weapon: book of poetry
Character: Daenerys Targaryen
I’m the flaily sidekick that can’t kill anything that highlights how lethal the action hero is. I’m comfortable with that.

Primary weapon:  Pillow
Secondary weapon:  Cat
Character:  Don Draper.
Yeah, we’re just going to drink and let the zombies get us while chester runs away

Primary: My cat
Secondary: a vanilla and caramel Drumstick
Partner: the Winchester brothers.I might come through this just fine (once the wounds I sustained after falling on pavement heal up.) Until then, Sam Winchester is just going to have to carry this midget around.  Imagine my horror.

operafloozy:

hellotrickster:

shirozora:

oftfrustrated:

electricsed:

drneverland:

codename-scarecrow:

expositionfairy:

cammeh:

plothooksinc:

timemachineyeah:

chickwithmonkey:

sarkastically:

Primary weapon: Warren Ellis’ Crooked Little Vein (paperback edition)

Secondary weapon: Post-it Notes

Partner: One of the guys from Pawn Stars.

I am so beyond fucked.

primary weapon: a small plate covered in grilled cheese sandwich crumbs

secondary weapon: my giant cat sammy

partner: technically i think tara is supposed to be the main character on dance academy so… yep, pretty fucked. 

My cat, a fork, and The Doctor.

Honestly, that just sounds fun.

A 1.5L bottle of water and a hammer that says Otherwise on its haft.  I think I’m sorted.  Oh, and I last watched Magi, so I guess I have my own personal Magi along to keep me alive. :Db  (But you know, I’ll take Morgiana in a pinch.)

My glasses, a long-handle staple remover, and Jack O’Neill (TWO L’s) from Stargate: SG1.

Haaaahahaha, those zombies are screwed. :D

Primary weapon: A 1TB external hard drive.

Secondary weapon: A half-full 1.5-liter bottle of Diet Coke.

Partner: …an ensemble cast of mostly horrible people in which no one particular character can really be singled out as the “main”, a small but significant faction of which is currently devoted to fighting zombies canonically?

I’ll just…hide behind them.  Yeah.

On my left… Banjo…. Excellent I can play the dueling banjo song for creepiness x1000.

On my right… Katana. Lucky!!

Main Character from the last show I watched? Mother fucking SPARTACUS.

I think I’m pretty well off, mang. 

Primary weapon: baggie of colored pencils

Secondary: Bottle of rubbing alcohol

Character: The last one I actually watched was Mythbusters. Otherwise, Peter Griffin. Unless we’re counting movies, then it’s Rick O’Connell. I’m sure zombies/mummies translates the same at the end of a gun.

But probably fucked, anyway.

A white noise generator, a box of note cards, and Batman.

So items aside, I think I’m pretty good, actually.

Primary Weapon- CERAMIC TEA MUG

Secondary Weapon- Bruce Boxleitner in his Tron outfit

Character- pure snark ex-CIA Operative Snow (Guy Pierce) from Lockout

… oh boy. Someone on my team is gonna get it in the head.  D:

Primary weapon - deluxe Rinzler

Secondary weapon - Disney glass mug

Character - Sherlock Holmes & Joan Watson.

…. I think I’ll make it just fine, :D

Primary weapon: cat

Secondary weapon: book of poetry

Character: Daenerys Targaryen

I’m the flaily sidekick that can’t kill anything that highlights how lethal the action hero is. I’m comfortable with that.

Primary weapon:  Pillow

Secondary weapon:  Cat

Character:  Don Draper.

Yeah, we’re just going to drink and let the zombies get us while chester runs away

Primary: My cat

Secondary: a vanilla and caramel Drumstick

Partner: the Winchester brothers.

I might come through this just fine (once the wounds I sustained after falling on pavement heal up.) Until then, Sam Winchester is just going to have to carry this midget around.  Imagine my horror.

(Source: disaster-incarnate)

reblog with the title of one or more fics that ruined your life

stopcallingmebitch:

Penrose Stairs

On this bright side of the mirror

Beatrisia Catardi

Erotic Co-dependent Sisterhood of Leather Jackets and Bloodstained Knives

Richard Siken Can Bite Me

I’m so honored to be #1.  Especially as while writing it, I broke out into spontaneous angst hives. 


But I won’t be number one anymore, after you read

10,000 Miles


There are several people whom, years later, still haven’t forgiven me for introducing them to that fic.

Dear Xena, Star Trek: TNG, Eureka, and Buffy fandoms: you have thwarted my cunning plot to post repeatedly with the caption “Happy Groundhog Day, woodchuck-chuckers!” and then a different clip vid of all the various “Groundhog Day” episodes I know, because you have failed to produce amusing clip vids for your respective episodes (either that or you’ve set them to randomly chosen music that was too loud) . Supernatural and Stargate SG-1 fandoms? You guys get cookies…

… I’ll bring them tomorrow.

whiskyandoldspice:

both of these were on my dash one right after the other

i’m going to puke

(via hellotrickster)

A+ casting

(via tentacledog)

callowyn:


Not Such As I Was, a Supernatural/Inception crossover verse by moragmacpherson

When Sam signs up for a sleep study during his first week at Stanford, he has no idea that his hyperrealistic subconscious is about to revolutionize the fledgeling study of dreamshare—though the fact that he falls hard for his snarky and impeccably-dressed recruiter, that he probably should have seen coming.
But Arthur leaves, and Dean comes back, and then Sam is back in the family business without ever properly saying goodbye. The two keep crossing paths, and the spark is still there, but Sam promised to keep Arthur safe and the last thing either of them need is the conversation about what exactly Sam’s family does. When Sam finds out about Eames, he can almost convince himself he’s happy for them.
Then Sam comes back from Hell with two centuries of nightmare fuel and a wall that won’t stay up, and he only knows one person he can turn to.

CALLY, THIS IS THE BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER AND I LOVE YOU AND YOU ARE AWESOME. THANK YOU.

callowyn:

Not Such As I Was, a Supernatural/Inception crossover verse by moragmacpherson

When Sam signs up for a sleep study during his first week at Stanford, he has no idea that his hyperrealistic subconscious is about to revolutionize the fledgeling study of dreamshare—though the fact that he falls hard for his snarky and impeccably-dressed recruiter, that he probably should have seen coming.

But Arthur leaves, and Dean comes back, and then Sam is back in the family business without ever properly saying goodbye. The two keep crossing paths, and the spark is still there, but Sam promised to keep Arthur safe and the last thing either of them need is the conversation about what exactly Sam’s family does. When Sam finds out about Eames, he can almost convince himself he’s happy for them.

Then Sam comes back from Hell with two centuries of nightmare fuel and a wall that won’t stay up, and he only knows one person he can turn to.

CALLY, THIS IS THE BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER AND I LOVE YOU AND YOU ARE AWESOME. THANK YOU.

Experiment: Reblog if you don’t hate Sam Winchester.

pandorasidereal:

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LET’S GET SOME SAM LOVE OVER HERE

(Source: castiellllllllllll, via consultingbadwolfwinchester)