Month: April 2011

Supernatural: The Magnificent Seven (Season 3, Episode 1)

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“Are we going to watch Season 3?” “I was just waiting for Sam to get me a disc. Then she got distracted. So I’m watching this.” “Oh.”

“Gun. Pouty face. Gun.” “Sam doesn’t need a gun to take out demons.” “He’s like. I’m going to stare at this demon intently.” “And maybe pout a little.”

“Oh Sam and his emotions for the twix…Trickster.” “Did you just say Twix-ter? The candy man!”

CLATTERCRASH “oops.” “THAT WAS A MILLION BEERS!”

“Piece of shit car. It’s not an Impala.” “Bald fucking tires. No rear fucking mirror.” “No guns in the trunk. Don’t have any tapes of Def Leopard.”

“YOU ARE A WIZARD HARRY.” “That’s Hagrid right there. Hagrid in a motorcycle.” “Here comes the Death Eaters.” “Oh shit it’s Voldemort!”

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I’m reblogging this because I love our tags.

#once again. Prose is like 90% gay #SEVEN DEATHS. ONE EPISODE. #DEAN GETS SEX. SAM ACCIDENTALLY BURNS HIS EYES OUT. #DRAIN CLEANER IS GOOD FOR THE PORES


Been writing off and on at work the last couple days. I’ve got a handful of ficlets and drabbles done, but as they’re kinda scattered all over the timeline I’m going to wait on a chunk of them before posting.

But here. Have the next one in chronological order. unless I write one in between later.

I STILL DON’T HAVE A TITLE FOR THIS MONSTER.

——- prompt: YEARS ——-

After the fall she had closed herself away, locking the very Gates of Time behind her. Her friends, her family, her people, her Queen… they were all dead and gone. All that she had left to remind her of the most glorious period of her life were those beautiful and cold gates.

She could look forwards through them, look backwards, look sideways… any which way was available to her. Every possible future, every out come, everything was laid bare before her. She spent decades combing through every second that lead up to the destruction of everything that she had known. Decades sifting through possibilities, exploring them in way that no being outside the Creator could even begin to comprehend.

But there was no way to fix this.

Not between Pandeia Serenity’s suicide on an angel’s blade, and Selene Serenity’s desperate gamble to ensnare her daughter’s divinity into a human soul. That one single moment was cemented in time. All paths led to it. All paths led from it. There was no longer any possibility that did not narrow onto a broken hearted goddess and her frantic Titan mother.

No, she would have to work with the gamble instead of against it.

Looking forwards after decades (centuries) of looking backwards… after searching, searching, searching… the glittering webs of possibility were the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It left her struck with awe, seeing what could be if only she would act…

Pandeia Serenity would be reborn. Had been in fact, many times over while she had attempted to correct her greatest failing. A pagan goddess, no matter how diminished, would never be allowed into a mortal Heaven; and so after every death Serenity was reborn. With every rebirth she was a step closer to her divinity. Every new life creating new and glorious possibilities. 

There.

There among all the stars of chance and choice came a new and shining possibility. A revival of the old, a rebirth of her beloved Kingdom. Selene was gone, her vessel dissolved into so much ash, her divinity and essence forever entombed in the moon.

But Pandeia. Pandeia could rule. She would rule.

She only had a two millennia to tweak and nudge and shove yank build-tearforcetwist time and probability into order. The Princess would be strong enough then.

Two thousand years…

That should be enough.