Mary

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hEy gimme a plot where there’s a single dad who lives alone with his kid in a cheap apartment and he’s reserved and keeps to himself and is pretty shy and there’s a girl who moves into the apartment across from his and they each have their windows open all the time and she just gets amused watching him interact with his kid and she’s so amazed by it and they communicate through their windows a lot, looking up every so often and waving or chuckling and making little faces at each other, but never actually talk until there’s a false fire alarm at three in the morning and they’re standing out in the cold and she offers his kid her jacket because they at the time thought there was a real fire and he was too worried about getting the two of them outside to think about jackets and it just kind of takes off from theRE !!

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My character takes a fatal blow intended for your character. How does your character react?

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❝ I’m three ounces of whoop-ass. ❞ ~ Meiel (starsandmuses)

“You’re three ounces of something,” Mary teased, chuckling. “What’s got you worked up today?”

[starsandmuses]

“Nothing.” She shrugged and grinned. “That’s just what Dean called me earlier.”

[resurgentiummatrem]

Mary laughed. “Yeah, that sounds like something he’d say. You’re too nice to be any amount of whoop-ass though.”

[starsandmuses]

“Well at least I didn’t lose my blade today when he was showing me some feinting tricks.” She giggled before hopping up on a counter to watch what Mary was doing.

[resurgentiummatrem]

Mary smiled, eyes focused on the apples she was chopping. “That’s an improvement,” she teased, glancing at Meiel. “He told me you’ve injured yourself or him more often than you’ve hit the target.”

[resurgentiummatrem]

❝ I’m three ounces of whoop-ass. ❞ ~ Meiel (starsandmuses)

“You’re three ounces of something,” Mary teased, chuckling. “What’s got you worked up today?”

[starsandmuses]

“Nothing.” She shrugged and grinned. “That’s just what Dean called me earlier.”

[resurgentiummatrem]

Mary laughed. “Yeah, that sounds like something he’d say. You’re too nice to be any amount of whoop-ass though.”

[resurgentiummatrem]

❝ I’m three ounces of whoop-ass. ❞ ~ Meiel (starsandmuses)

“You’re three ounces of something,” Mary teased, chuckling. “What’s got you worked up today?”

[resurgentiummatrem]

I’m not majestic on weekends.

Mary frowned. “Who is?” she asked. “Weekends were made for people to be able to be whatever we want.”

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“Guide to Troubled Birds” sentence meme

❝ The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math. ❞

❝ I preen for Satan. ❞

❝ I disembowel. It’s what I do. ❞

❝ He gave them the heebie-jeebies. He had nothing else to give. ❞

❝ I’d sell you to Satan for one corn chip. ❞

❝ I love you despite the warning signs. ❞

❝ I’m a dirty bird. ❞

❝ This was a topsy-turvy world of anguish, shame and self-torment. ❞

❝ I’m three ounces of whoop-ass. ❞

❝ Dealing with you is like herding cats. ❞

❝ My mating dance is mostly seizures. ❞

❝ This jackassery will not stand! ❞

❝ I’ve been through hell and come out singing. ❞

❝ Your love has made me a drunk. ❞

❝ I’m not majestic on weekends. ❞

❝ God can’t help you now. ❞

❝ That’s a crazy idea. Insane. It doesn’t make sense. ❞

❝ I had on my prettiest dress and he never even looked at it. ❞

❝ He had a violent, uncontrolled temper, which sent him literally insane when he was annoyed, but he was good looking. ❞

❝ This might have passed a very pleasant evening had shit not gotten real. ❞

❝ Perhaps you can do something about the evil spirit in my head. ❞

❝ My emotions have three outlets: haughty silence, tears and rage. ❞

❝ I do not go to my happy place, I go to my high lonesome place. ❞

❝ I am often seized by the fatal American need to have a pretty good time. ❞

❝ I’m addicted to shiny things. ❞

❝ The ability to remain sober and gracious is, indeed, a mild form of insanity. ❞

❝ My modus operandi is dial up the awesome and break the knob off. ❞

❝ Looking for trouble and if I cannot find it, I will create it. ❞

❝ The drinks came. I wasn’t about to be sobered by anything like regret. ❞

❝ Foie gras this, motherfucker! ❞

❝ The whispery groans in my mind are beginning to issue orders. ❞

❝ Unicorn of love, impale me! ❞

❝ Oh. You’re an artist. ❞

❝ I hope you’ll excuse my cheap wit, but the hour is late and it’s all I have left. ❞

❝ As always, all I should’ve said was, “I love you.” ❞

[resurgentiummatrem]

*brings flowers and a box with blankets and two kittens in it* "They were tiny and alone and the weather is awful outside. I'm sorry?" ~ Meiel (starsandmuses)

Mary giggled, shifting to take the box from Meiel so she could look at the kittens. “It’s alright. I worry about pets being on the bus, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like them. These two are cute.”

[resurgentiummatrem]

Mary smiled, stroking the tabby in her arms. “Don’t worry, Mei. My best friend in Lawrence is great with cats. She’ll take good care of them. Especially this beautiful little black one.” She per the cat still in the box. “She’s a psychic, you see. She’d love having a cat she can call her familiar. And the gorgeous little tabby…I know the perfect place for him.” She looked at Meiel. “We can take the car, leave the bus for Pam and Gabe for a few days.”

[starsandmuses]

The little black cat did remind her of a little witches familiar, it also seemed perfectly content in it’s box enjoying that security of the blanket while it’s sibling purred away in Marys lap.

“You mean that?” Meiel asked, perking up and looking at Mary. Some one on one time with her would be nice, not that she didn’t love Gabe and Pam, but it was rare that she got Mary all to herself. “I mean it’d be great to get them settled in in their permanent homes as soon as possible.” she added hastily, trying to not seem too eager to get Mary away, even if it was just for a couple of days.

[resurgentiummatrem]

Mary giggled, nodding. “Yeah. We don’t have any shows for a while, so we have time to visit my home. I can introduce you to everyone. And Gabe’ll enjoy having some time alone with Pam.”

She set the tabby back into the box. “I’ll go talk to Gabe. Get a bag together of whatever you need.” She kissed Meiel’s cheek and stood up. “We’ll stay for a few days, so bring enough for about a week.”

[starsandmuses]

Meiel nodded happily and put the box down while she went to do as she was asked. As usual her art supplies were spread out over the bus so she only grabbed the basics of those, enough to be able to do some sketches if she wanted. Once that was done and she’d tossed enough clothes into her bag to last her a week she went to change into some warmer clothes. Pink jeans, a baby blue hoodie with white details, and a jeans jacket with a bambi patch that covered her entire back, along with some smaller rainbows, flowers and stars on the arms and chest. It had been her attempt at blending in with the crowd a bit better, but after she’d made it more her’s she still stood out like a beacon of pastels.

“Ready.” she announced once Mary came back. She’d even tucked the kittens in with an extra towel to keep them warm and comfy during the drive.

[resurgentiummatrem]

After a long conversation with Gabe, not just about the trip but about who they were going to see, Mary returned to the bus. She chuckled when she saw Meiel. “You always look like you should be selling me candy,” she teased as she walked into the bedroom to put together a bag for herself. Once she was ready, she led Meiel out to the car and helped her get the kittens settled, then climbed into the driver’s side. “It’ll take us about six hours to get there, so let me know if you need anything,” she told Meiel, looking over at her.

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@resurgentiummatrem liked for a lyrical starter King of Anything - Sara Bareilles

      ❝  so many things i’d say if only i were able.      ❞

[resurgentiummatrem]

“What’s stopping you? Tell me, John. You know I’ll listen.”

[resurgentiummatrem]

*brings flowers and a box with blankets and two kittens in it* "They were tiny and alone and the weather is awful outside. I'm sorry?" ~ Meiel (starsandmuses)

Mary giggled, shifting to take the box from Meiel so she could look at the kittens. “It’s alright. I worry about pets being on the bus, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like them. These two are cute.”

[resurgentiummatrem]

Mary smiled, stroking the tabby in her arms. “Don’t worry, Mei. My best friend in Lawrence is great with cats. She’ll take good care of them. Especially this beautiful little black one.” She per the cat still in the box. “She’s a psychic, you see. She’d love having a cat she can call her familiar. And the gorgeous little tabby…I know the perfect place for him.” She looked at Meiel. “We can take the car, leave the bus for Pam and Gabe for a few days.”

[starsandmuses]

The little black cat did remind her of a little witches familiar, it also seemed perfectly content in it’s box enjoying that security of the blanket while it’s sibling purred away in Marys lap.

“You mean that?” Meiel asked, perking up and looking at Mary. Some one on one time with her would be nice, not that she didn’t love Gabe and Pam, but it was rare that she got Mary all to herself. “I mean it’d be great to get them settled in in their permanent homes as soon as possible.” she added hastily, trying to not seem too eager to get Mary away, even if it was just for a couple of days.

[resurgentiummatrem]

Mary giggled, nodding. “Yeah. We don’t have any shows for a while, so we have time to visit my home. I can introduce you to everyone. And Gabe’ll enjoy having some time alone with Pam.”

She set the tabby back into the box. “I’ll go talk to Gabe. Get a bag together of whatever you need.” She kissed Meiel’s cheek and stood up. “We’ll stay for a few days, so bring enough for about a week.”

[resurgentiummatrem]

*brings flowers and a box with blankets and two kittens in it* "They were tiny and alone and the weather is awful outside. I'm sorry?" ~ Meiel (starsandmuses)

Mary giggled, shifting to take the box from Meiel so she could look at the kittens. “It’s alright. I worry about pets being on the bus, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like them. These two are cute.”

[resurgentiummatrem]

Mary smiled, stroking the tabby in her arms. “Don’t worry, Mei. My best friend in Lawrence is great with cats. She’ll take good care of them. Especially this beautiful little black one.” She per the cat still in the box. “She’s a psychic, you see. She’d love having a cat she can call her familiar. And the gorgeous little tabby...I know the perfect place for him.” She looked at Meiel. “We can take the car, leave the bus for Pam and Gabe for a few days.”

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PSA

I should probably tell you guys I’m not caught up. I was going to get caught up, and then a friend on Facebook spoiled me about the One Thing that would make it difficult for me to go back and actually get caught up, so as of right now I’m like a month and a half behind. Think the last episode I saw was the 300th.

[resurgentiummatrem]

*brings flowers and a box with blankets and two kittens in it* "They were tiny and alone and the weather is awful outside. I'm sorry?" ~ Meiel (starsandmuses)

Mary giggled, shifting to take the box from Meiel so she could look at the kittens. “It’s alright. I worry about pets being on the bus, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like them. These two are cute.”

[starsandmuses]

“I mean I know it’s not ideal, but I think someone abandoned these two.” She said as she settled down next to Mary, reaching down to rub the solid black one with yellow eyes between the ears. “They were just sitting outside a plastic bag in this weather…” She’d gotten the box and the blanket from the same store she’d gotten the flowers from, the clerk having been very helpful when she’d explained what she’d found.

[resurgentiummatrem]

Mary reached into the box to pull out the second kitten, a little tabby with green eyes. “We can keep them for now,” she agreed finally. “Maybe we can see if one of my friends back home wants them, so they have a house with a yard.” She leaned against Meiel. “That way you’ll know they’re in a good home.”

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Soulmate Au

@gavrele

Continued from here

The clock on Mary’s wrist had always acted strange. As a child, it was constantly being targeted by the more human monsters, witches would cast spells on it, spirits would target it, demons would taunt it. She had done the math once, when she was about ten, and had discovered that she was due to meet her soulmate sometime in her mid-twenties.

Then, when she was around sixteen, it had changed. It had burned red hot, and when she’d looked down, she suddenly had about five minutes before she met her soulmate. That was the night she had run face-first into John Winchester, whose timer had also changed earlier that day. They’d had a good life, albeit imperfect, and then she’d died.

When she came back, her timer was back, counting down to a time nearly two years away. At first, she’d assumed that would be a day she’d meet John again, until Castiel had told her that the clocks never counted down to the same person, regardless of how many times either party died in the meantime.

In the other world, Michael had used the clock against her, and so as soon as she was free, she wrapped a bandage around it and forgot about it. She had other things to worry about anyway. A rebellion to run. A son to protect.

When two of her boys walked out of the woods with an angel and two strangers, bringing news of the death of her final son, she was far too focused on that. She had to meet the angel, though. As much as she wanted to hole herself away somewhere. As one of the leaders of the camp, and the one who most trusted her boys not to bring an enemy straight into camp, it fell on her shoulders.

She was so focused on figuring out what she would say, how she would even start the conversation, that she almost didn’t notice the warmth on her wrist until she saw Gabriel look at his own wrist. She unwrapped the bandages she kept there, frowning when she saw the glaring numbers. 00:00:00. What in the world was she supposed to do with that?? For one thing, the camp barely tolerated her calling herself the mother of a nephilim. The soulmate of an archangel was not going to go over well. For another, Dean and Sam....Dean was not going to appreciate this.

She turned her gaze back to Gabriel, eyes filled with uncertainty. “Hi,” she greeted quietly. “I uh...I just came to introduce myself, show the others you’re not a threat. See if there was anything you needed?”

[resurgentiummatrem]

*brings flowers and a box with blankets and two kittens in it* "They were tiny and alone and the weather is awful outside. I'm sorry?" ~ Meiel (starsandmuses)

Mary giggled, shifting to take the box from Meiel so she could look at the kittens. “It’s alright. I worry about pets being on the bus, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like them. These two are cute.”

[gavrele-a]

resurgentiummatrem

Mary was quiet for a moment. “I’ve always wanted to go to Greece,” she admitted. “The earliest concrete lore about our family starts in Greece. I always thought it would be kind of nice to go there. Missouri always said there’s a powerful kind of connection, walking the same streets as your ancestors. Or going to the North, to see the Northern Lights. That would be nice too.”

❝  WE COULD DO BOTH. I HAVE A HOUSE IN GREECE, and i could easily get us someplace to stay up in the North.  ❞  lifting his head up so that his chin was now resting on Mary’s shoulder, Gabriel wrapped another arm around her torso, a small smile in place. this could be nice, getting away for a bit. actually relaxing in a world without hunting or monsters. well, in one where neither would be an ISSUE around him.  ❝  so? what’d’you say?  ❞

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Mary rested one hand on Gabriel’s arm, stroking gently as she leaned in to peck his lips. “That sounds perfect. It’ll be nice to get away for a while, just us. I love my boys, but we don’t have a lot of privacy staying in the Bunker with them.” She figured that was part of the reason Dean was still struggling a little with their relationship. More than once, Dean or Sam or both had walked in on passionate kisses or some very adult cuddling when Mary and Gabriel got carried away in the kitchen or the library or, in one instance that had really scarred Dean, the Impala.

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