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apocalypsosDADDY!
Okay, is it really bad that I literally screamed, "Daddy!" when he showed up even though I totally knew he was going to be there? I blame the fact that I've been about ninety percent sure it'd be a dirty trick.
BUT IT WASN'T IT WAS THE REAL DADDY WINCHESTER AND HE HUGGED DEAN AND HE HUGGED SAM AND WHEN HE HUGGED SAM DEAN WAS ALL VERKLEMPT AND THEN THERE WAS THE SORT-OF FIGHTING TOGETHER AND MY GOD IT WAS LIKE THAT SEQUENCE HIT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY SUPERNATURAL KINKS EXCEPT THE ONE WHERE SAM MAKES THINGS MOVE WITH HIS MIND AND THEN MACKS ON HIS BROTHER BUT THEN DADDY HAD TO LEAVE AND EVERYBODY WAS ALL UPSET AND I AM NOT GOING TO STOP CRYING FOR THE NEXT HOUR OR SO.
I apologize, but that really did need to be all in caps. Seriously, you did not hear me completely spazz out during the last fifteen minutes, so now you have to deal with the version of my response that won't shatter your eardrums.
And GUN PORN THERE WAS GUN PORN WITH BOTH OF THEM OMG.
... I swear to God, I'll lay off the all caps soon. Just as soon as I say that OMG IF I KNEW MY DAD WOULD BE AWAKE IF I WENT THERE RIGHT NOW I WOULD SO GO UP TO MY PARENTS'S HOUSE AND HUG HIM SO HARD IT'D SCARE THE CRAP OUT OF HIM.
...
I know there's coherent thoughts in my brain somewhere about the fact that the demon is trying to get to John rather than Dean and Sam, and how Meg isn't a bad character so much as badly executed and acted, and how Dean responds to girls considering his worship of his mother's memory, and how maybe now the whole abusive-John shit can STOP NOW KTHXBI in fanfic (he's not abusive, damn it, he's just strict and can you blame him, GAH). But I can't reach the coherent thoughts because they're under the wave of utter bliss I'm feeling right now from the Winchester Family Hurt/Comfort Extravaganza and the utter woe I feel because Daddy left his boys and they left him so they could all be safe. I want to drown the demon in acid then dunk its head in lemon juice just for that. GOD.
And after that is Meg's turn. Yuck. Still making with the breathy, posturing line deliveries, I see.
The "Yes, sir"'s in unison just ... GUH. Talk about something purely designed to set my panties on fire.
When Meg mentioned "Something Michael Murray," I nearly died laughing. And you know what? Every since I read By The Letter by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
winterlive, I've wanted to punch Chad Michael Murray in the face with King Kong's fist. I didn't give a damn about him before that, and now I wonder how he'd feel if he knew he was hated solely for something he did in a slashy fanfic. *snickers*
Everybody continually calling Sam a perv made me keep yelling, "If he were really a perv, he'd be making out with Dean!"
Dean saying about how he wanted his family to come back together again and being thiiiiis close to tears, and then hugging John later, and then that look on his face when Sam hugged John, may possibly have been enough to make me spontaneously lose my virginity. I'm not sure, though. I'll get back to you on that.
Those two just keep walking into traps. HEE! Dumbasses.
Okay, so John's friend Caleb not just a munitions guy, but also investigative. (Or at least, I think that's who Dean mentioned. Somebody back me up on that?) Considering how often they've dropped the name now -- it's something like three times now -- he is so going to show up later.
The comment about John not needing to wear costumes to get the job done killed me. Because you know damn well John could get whatever the hell he wanted whenever the hell he wantedlike for example if he wanted anything from me I am so fucking there. Hi, did I mention my humongous John crush? I did? Eeeeeexcellent.
SAMMY HUGGED HIS DADDY OMGYAAAY!
Sorry, I just had to do that one more time. :)
I love my show THIS MUCH. How old can the all-caps thing get? I don't know and I don't care. WINCHESTER LOVE YAAAAAAY!
I'm taping TAR. I may wait until tomorrow to watch it. Right now, I'm all wibbling and spazzy. Oh, my boys. *cuddles them both*
Okay, is it really bad that I literally screamed, "Daddy!" when he showed up even though I totally knew he was going to be there? I blame the fact that I've been about ninety percent sure it'd be a dirty trick.
BUT IT WASN'T IT WAS THE REAL DADDY WINCHESTER AND HE HUGGED DEAN AND HE HUGGED SAM AND WHEN HE HUGGED SAM DEAN WAS ALL VERKLEMPT AND THEN THERE WAS THE SORT-OF FIGHTING TOGETHER AND MY GOD IT WAS LIKE THAT SEQUENCE HIT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY SUPERNATURAL KINKS EXCEPT THE ONE WHERE SAM MAKES THINGS MOVE WITH HIS MIND AND THEN MACKS ON HIS BROTHER BUT THEN DADDY HAD TO LEAVE AND EVERYBODY WAS ALL UPSET AND I AM NOT GOING TO STOP CRYING FOR THE NEXT HOUR OR SO.
I apologize, but that really did need to be all in caps. Seriously, you did not hear me completely spazz out during the last fifteen minutes, so now you have to deal with the version of my response that won't shatter your eardrums.
And GUN PORN THERE WAS GUN PORN WITH BOTH OF THEM OMG.
... I swear to God, I'll lay off the all caps soon. Just as soon as I say that OMG IF I KNEW MY DAD WOULD BE AWAKE IF I WENT THERE RIGHT NOW I WOULD SO GO UP TO MY PARENTS'S HOUSE AND HUG HIM SO HARD IT'D SCARE THE CRAP OUT OF HIM.
...
I know there's coherent thoughts in my brain somewhere about the fact that the demon is trying to get to John rather than Dean and Sam, and how Meg isn't a bad character so much as badly executed and acted, and how Dean responds to girls considering his worship of his mother's memory, and how maybe now the whole abusive-John shit can STOP NOW KTHXBI in fanfic (he's not abusive, damn it, he's just strict and can you blame him, GAH). But I can't reach the coherent thoughts because they're under the wave of utter bliss I'm feeling right now from the Winchester Family Hurt/Comfort Extravaganza and the utter woe I feel because Daddy left his boys and they left him so they could all be safe. I want to drown the demon in acid then dunk its head in lemon juice just for that. GOD.
And after that is Meg's turn. Yuck. Still making with the breathy, posturing line deliveries, I see.
The "Yes, sir"'s in unison just ... GUH. Talk about something purely designed to set my panties on fire.
When Meg mentioned "Something Michael Murray," I nearly died laughing. And you know what? Every since I read By The Letter by
winterlive, I've wanted to punch Chad Michael Murray in the face with King Kong's fist. I didn't give a damn about him before that, and now I wonder how he'd feel if he knew he was hated solely for something he did in a slashy fanfic. *snickers*Everybody continually calling Sam a perv made me keep yelling, "If he were really a perv, he'd be making out with Dean!"
Dean saying about how he wanted his family to come back together again and being thiiiiis close to tears, and then hugging John later, and then that look on his face when Sam hugged John, may possibly have been enough to make me spontaneously lose my virginity. I'm not sure, though. I'll get back to you on that.
Those two just keep walking into traps. HEE! Dumbasses.
Okay, so John's friend Caleb not just a munitions guy, but also investigative. (Or at least, I think that's who Dean mentioned. Somebody back me up on that?) Considering how often they've dropped the name now -- it's something like three times now -- he is so going to show up later.
The comment about John not needing to wear costumes to get the job done killed me. Because you know damn well John could get whatever the hell he wanted whenever the hell he wanted
SAMMY HUGGED HIS DADDY OMGYAAAY!
Sorry, I just had to do that one more time. :)
I love my show THIS MUCH. How old can the all-caps thing get? I don't know and I don't care. WINCHESTER LOVE YAAAAAAY!
I'm taping TAR. I may wait until tomorrow to watch it. Right now, I'm all wibbling and spazzy. Oh, my boys. *cuddles them both*
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Date: 2006-03-01 11:23 pm (UTC)And dude, I wrote ten stories in this fandom last month alone. I figured it out and I ended up writing a fic every two and a half days in February, not to mention that following every episode for the past month, I've put out a fic in the next twenty-four hours or so. (I still have to write one based on "Shadow", but it's in here. *taps head*) I have a list of plot ideas still to write that's longer than my arm, I've got a handful already started, I've got two or three story ideas stewing in my brain after last night, and there may or may not be one or two Supernatural fics that I may or may not have gotten for ficathons I'm signed up for. Last year I wrote twenty-one stories altogether. This year it's only March 1st and I'm already up to fifteen (although three of those were Project Runway RPS and one was The 4400, but STILL). Fandom ate brain? Fandom ate brain!