"You sure are sweet to look after little ol' drunken me like this." His smile flashes flirtatiously. "It's like a public service or somethin. You should get a medal from the city."
An Ode to Two Muses:
Warring Muses in my head,
Please shut up and go to bed.
I'm trying very hard to read;
No matter how you beg and plead
It can wait 'till morning.
Number One: you're gonna win.
But please, you ass, contain your grin
As Number Two is quite annoyed
And just how much you're overjoyed --
This is your final warning.
Number Two: Deal with it, man.
You knew from when this first began
That it was nothing but flirtation,
(We did discuss this situation)
So suck it up, already.
You totally did this to you --
Don't glare at me, you know it's true.
And number one, don't be so certain
That the man behind the curtain
Won't just steal your steady.
In the end you'll be together
With kinky sex and lots of leather.
But for now, please be quiet
(you can do it if you try it)
And go the fuck away!
(or I swear, my solemn oath
I'll turn around and end you both
And though you'll bitch and you'll complain
No one will listen to your pain
Or anything you say.)
This year I've been busy!
Last Tuesday I put gum in notahammer's hair (-12 points). In March I ruled Iran as a cruel and heartless dictator (-700 points). Last Friday on a flight to LA, I stole the emergency flight information card (-40 points). Last Thursday I set wedomyplan's puppy on fire (-66 points). Last Monday I pulled over and changed shouldhavetold's flat tire (15 points).
Overall, I've been naughty (-803 points). For Christmas I deserve a spanking!
Ah, technology, now reliable you are. *glares at gmail*
On a technology related side-note -- our cable channels rearranged themselves severely for no good reason last night. I don't know where anything is and it's making me cranky.
It's not like any other date he's ever been on. For one thing, he's made reservations. There was an Italian restaurant in town that looked good -- good in the way that he could always find something to eat at an Italian restaurant that wasn't too strange, and good in the fact that Italian said nice without saying, well, French. And that was a little much right now. This whole thing was strange. Good, but strange.
It's also not like any other date that he's ever been on because of the woman. He's actually taking her out to talk to her, with that as the intent. It's the content of the date himself that he's interested in, and whatever happens right after can take care of itself. It makes him feel old to think like that, but it also feels good. If sex happens it happens, but for once in his life the sex might actually be complicated in ways that he can't imagine and that's strange, too.
It's also the first time he's ever gone out on a date with the mother of his nine-year-old child he just found out was his. That made it one for the record books all around, in his opinion.
Sam had been grinning at him all night, and Abi had been very confused as he pulled on a suit. She's asked him if there was a job, and Sam had nearly fallen off the bed as Dean had tried to explain about the fact that he had a date and that no, Abi didn't know her but she'd meet her when they got to the house.
Abi was more or less interested in the idea of Dean dating someone, and very interested (and also a little wary) about the idea of them hanging out at Lisa's house with her kid. That was just one more thing that Dean added to his list of concerns about the way they were leading their lives -- Abi had a suspicion of outsiders that was matched only by Bobby's, and that was no way for a little girl to have to live. But until they could get through the upcoming Apocalypse, there was no other hope for it.
Sam knew about Ben, knew that he was Dean's. He was surprised and unsurprised in that peculiar Sam way, and had told Dean that with his appetites he was shocked that he didn't have a legion of children spread across the country. Dean had scowled at him out of habit, but for Sam that had been taking it very well indeed. Abi, well . . . she'd get to know sooner or later, but not until after he and Lisa had figured some things out. The six year old did not need anything other than a full explanation, and he just didn't have that to give yet.
The pulled up in front of the house, and his stomach was it knots. He tried to calm down -- this was a date, with a woman, and he knew how to handle that. But this was different, and no matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise he knew that it was different.
The walked to the door, Abi grinning up at him and holding his hand, and he felt for all the world like he was about to go and tell the nice family in the house all about the joys of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. It had to rank right up there with one of the trippier moments of his life.
He stopped in front of the door, considered very strongly for a moment just running away, and then shook his head. He couldn't run and get to try to see if he could have some kind of relationship with Ben. Running wouldn't make that happen.
He took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.
Your result for If Lovin' Were Cookin', You'd Be:...
7 Heat, 8 Speed and -2 Complexity!
"I hear you on the simpler days," he says, shaking his head. "When it was just Dad and Sam and me -- hell, when it was even just me and Sam before this whole thing really ramped up -- but it was always ramping, that was the problem."
"Settle in, honey, it's story hour." It's his turn to take the bottle, and he does his best to wet his whistle before diving in. He shifts around, moving her legs until they're draped across his, each in their own corner of the car, mostly naked and about to talk about the end of the world.
"Satan's been missing. For years now, a few centuries, maybe a bit more. There's been jockeying for power down in Hell, and rising to the top of the heap have been a few real winners. One of them's Lilith, and we'll get to that bitch, but another one was Azazel, that yellow-eyes bastard." His voice grates, and he takes a moment and another drink before continuing.
He's not sure how much he wants to tell her about Sam just yet. Because if she's a Slayer, she might think it prudent to take him out, and that's not part of the plan. And letting her know, letting anyone know, increases the chances of the con getting called out. If it's still a con, he thinks, and his hand tightens painfully on the bottle. Please, God, you arrogant prick, let it still be a con.
"Azazel was working for the highest bidder, and he got pulled in with a big-time player named Alastair. His job was to set it all in motion -- the End of Days. And to do that, to get themselves a general who'd bring about all the fun stuff goin' down now, they needed to find themselves an antichrist. It's part of their lore, and one of the seals they have to break in order to set things in motion. So this demon, this fucking bastard demon, goes around and finds people, people who've got a little somethin' that he likes, and when they had kids he'd slide into their nurseries six months after they were born and he'd rip open his skin and bleed into the kids' mouths, and he'd mark 'em. Gave them the ability to develop all kinds of powers that lay mostly dormant for years. And then one day he would activate their powers and come for them, throw them all together, and see which one was the biggest and baddest of them all."
There really isn't time to mince around. Sam's sad backstory, all of his, it's so viscerally tied up in this mess that there's no getting around telling her. But he doesn't like it, and it's hard, and he's still not sure if he's ready, but he knows he doesn't have time not to be. This is help she's offering -- real, serious help when he needs it the most.
It's just a shame he's got so many trust issues, or he'd be all over it instead of trying to find a way so he doesn't have to let them in.
He starts abently rubbing at a small scar on her calf, trying to get his mind together enough to tell her the rest of it
Your result for The What Kind of Girl are You Test...
The Liberal Beauty
You scored 73 looks, 72 personality, 37 politics, and 74 sex drive!
Don't Forget to Take My Other 2 Tests
The Music (Rock That Is) Test
The One Question Test
Dude. I'm Susan fucking Sarandon. And I'm an awesome girlfriend. And fuck knows that I'm beautiful. Well, if Janet can tell me that I'm awesome, I'm awesome.
Offer kisses to Others.
If you're feeling particularly bold or adventurous, post this in your journal, note that it's open to all, and let people ask for kisses from you. Give them at least a sentence or two in response, though--none of this "*kiss*" nonsense, that's no fun.
Your result for What Spice Are You Test...
You are Curry!
20% Habanero, 20% Sage, 0% Thyme, 0% Ginger, 10% Garlic, 30% Curry, 0% Cinnamon and 20% Oregano!
You are spicy and controversial!
People that love you really love you, and people that hate you... well. But it's all good. You don't mind, really.
You don't live your life according to what other people think about you. You know that you have the right to your own opinion and your own way of doing things. You know that you deserve respect for who you are and the accomplishments that you have made in life.
You tend to let people take you in smaller doses as you feel that too much may be a bit more than they can actually handle. But that's fine too, because you have a lot going on in your life and you like having the time to do it. You aren't one to let things go unfinished. Besides, you are very versatile, distinct, and unique in your own right.
You are more than likely very attractive, but you don't take much stock in those types of things. For you a good mind and a strong disposition are very important, much more important than trying to impress other people.
So much cooler than sage
True Neutral A true neutral character does what seems to be a good idea. He doesn't feel strongly one way or the other when it comes to good vs. evil or law vs. chaos. Most true neutral characters exhibit a lack of conviction or bias rather than a commitment to neutrality. Such a character thinks of good as better than evil after all, he would rather have good neighbors and rulers than evil ones. Still, he's not personally committed to upholding good in any abstract or universal way. Some true neutral characters, on the other hand, commit themselves philosophically to neutrality. They see good, evil, law, and chaos as prejudices and dangerous extremes. They advocate the middle way of neutrality as the best, most balanced road in the long run. True neutral is the best alignment you can be because it means you act naturally, without prejudice or compulsion. However, true neutral can be a dangerous alignment because it represents apathy, indifference, and a lack of conviction.
Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.
Barbarians are brave, even reckless, and their warrior skills make them well suited to adventure. Instead of training and discipline, barbarians have a powerful rage that makes them stronger, tougher, and better able to withstand attacks. They only have the energy for a few such displays per day, but it is usually sufficient. Constant exposure to danger has also given barbarians a sort of 'sixth sense,' the preternatural ability to sense danger and dodge attacks, and their running stamina is legendary.
Rangers are skilled stalkers and hunters who make their home in the woods. Their martial skill is nearly the equal of the fighter, but they lack the latter's dedication to the craft of fighting. Instead, the ranger focuses his skills and training on a specific enemy a type of creature he bears a vengeful grudge against and hunts above all others. Rangers often accept the role of protector, aiding those who live in or travel through the woods. His skills allow him to move quietly and stick to the shadows, especially in natural settings, and he also has special knowledge of certain types of creatures. Finally, an experienced ranger has such a tie to nature that he can actually draw on natural power to cast divine spells, much as a druid does, and like a druid he is often accompanied by animal companions. A ranger's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that he can cast.
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2. Go to google images and search for that word.
3. Reply to this post with one of the pictures on the first page of results -- don't tell me the word.
4. Put this in your own blog so that I can do the same.
*smirks* I wonder how many different versions of "devilishly handsome" I'm gonna get.