#maraparkers

[bennylafitte]

You want to hunt? With me? 

              I do love a good buddy comedy.

[holyhael]

"#and i don't even remember who tom is except he gets shot with the colt" Demon played by Sebastian Spence in Salvation and Devil's Trap. Azazel refers to him as his son (so he's more or less regarded as Meg's brother, but they don't really explore those family dynamics). His only line is "it's a fake," after he shoots Meg with the fake colt John gave them. (I'm also pretty sure he's the first demon we actually see die, which is neat) I feel like you didn't need an explanation but shh.

lol no wonder i don’t remember him. i mean, i know he’s a demon. and he was in s1. and i guess that’s all there is to know about him LOL

[joelhammnd-blog]

@nicholasdagosto: 57 seconds gets you #DaVinci, his Code and a #moustache. http://bit.ly/1QvJnE4 @wienstile #UnhistoricalSkype #tbt

[maandarinee]

spn ladies graphic challenge | maandarinee vs. maraparkers ↳ prompt: femslash | charlie bradbury + gilda + time and space

[holyhael]

About the cat having a seizure: it sounds like you handled it pretty well. Sure, you didn't know what to do yourself, but you had the sense to go and get someone to do. Now you've seen it happen, so it'll hopefully be less scary next time! The first time I saw a client at my old job have a seizure, I pretty much just stood there for what felt like an eternity, internally screaming because I had no idea what to do. And as far as being ready for those emergencies, everyone starts somewhere!

i know i handled it well, but the emotional trauma of it was just so much. i was ready to go hollow and blank, and if it wasn’t for needing to “go back to work” i probably would have stayed there in that blank space. newton’s first law and all that - an object in motion tends to stay in motion. but i didn’t want to be in motion anymore.

:/ so while i recognize it’s good experience, and it’s good to know how i react in that situation in an unprofessional setting, i hated it, you know??

[littlebitalexis]

[holyhael]

Before the beginning

She used to hate having to go there every summer with her family. She’d rather stay with her friends than be trapped with that kooky aunt of hers and the river. Lily would’ve sworn the house was haunted.

But now, it’s her safe haven. She accepts a ride from a woman in a business suit who tells her she’s on her way to a meeting in Wichita.

this is part of a failed beginning of the fic ^u^;

[holyhael]

hannah/kim + unaccustomed (okay i'll stop now)

“This is wrong,” Hannah says, but she doesn’t back away from Kim’s advances. She catches herself staring at Kim’s lips and tears her eyes away. Her cheeks burn hotly, and it’s not because of the summer sun.

“You’re just not used to it,” Kim says, grinning with closed eyes and leaning in for a kiss.

Hannah feels all of her objections melt away underneath Kim’s lips. After all, how can something that feels so good and so natural be wrong? She loves this woman, and this woman loves her back. In all of the years she’s been married, she’s never felt as excited as she is now. Even when Michael makes love to her, Hannah does feel the same passion he seems to feel toward her. But with Kim, all of the passion that is missing from Hannah’s marriage burns in her heart. So this is where it has been, not inaccessible to her, merely in the heart of another.

Their teeth clack together as the kiss deepens. Kim’s fumbling hands run through Hannah’s hair, making a mess of it, and Hannah desperately gropes at the clothes on Kim’s back. A thrill of what Hannah realizes must be arousal shivers down her spine. She gasps into Kim’s mouth, eyes closed tightly.

“Hannah,” Kim says quietly.

Kim’s arms wrap around Hannah’s neck. Hannah lowers her head onto Kim’s upper arm. The emotions warring in Hannah nearly paralyze her. She knows she cannot conceal her desires anymore, but she also cannot divorce from her husband.

“What are we going to do?” Hannah asks, knowing Kim doesn’t have an answer.

“I don’t know,” Kim says. Her fingers toy with the hair on the nape of Hannah’s neck. “I don’t know.”