*points up* You shook your fist at your friend for sending this to you and getting it stuck in your head. *raises eyebrow* A little taste of your own medicine, hmmmmm??
Re: Captain Obvious... I can totally see why the other elves would encourage him to get the eff out of Mirkwood and get his pale, skinny ass on the ring-bearer's road-trip crew.
If it makes you feel any better, from what I've seen in fandom, those authors all know each other and kind of made this into an inside joke. I remember it was on a list of things Sam's not allowed to say to Dean that went around and was iconed and fangirled for a while.
(can't find the link. damn it)
It's a small silver lining to be true, but at least we're not all really sick and wrong in this fandom.....
...... we just like the idea of two brothers going at it like bunnies. Or yaks, as it were.
But you have seen the Angel puppets (http://havestakewillslay.com/puppet/gallery.php?page=9), right? *snerk* (http://havestakewillslay.com/puppet/gallery/smiletime413.jpg)
*dutifully submits to fist-shakey*
It's catchier than the Picard song (http://picard.ytmnd.com), that's for sure.
(no, i hadn't seen any of those links before) And hey, the kid on the first page (http://havestakewillslay.com/puppet/gallery.php?page=1) of the Angel puppets is baby!Dean, isn't it?
(Yup, that's him! And in a bizarre coincidence, the Ev0l puppets suck the life-force out of children... which sounds damned familiar... though I couldn't tell you why... it'll come to me eventually... *ponders*)
Also? According to imdb, he's going to be in that Blades of Glory movie as the young version of Will Ferrell's character... omg Dean's sekrit past as a figure skater??
John was from the Midwest, and always thought that his boys should learn how to skate. Problem was, after he lost Mary and their lives turned all on end and filled with creatures that gave him nightmares (he tried not to think what this had done to his sons)... after all that, there wasn't money or time to will to pretend things could be normal again. Dean's skates were lost in the fire, but he found a serviceable pair at a church rummage sale that was being held next door to a small-time zombie factory.
John, being honest with himself, wasn't sure what was most unsettling: zombies in Seattle or the fact that he'd have to send Dean off for skating lessons wearing white skates. Times would get better, Dean would get real hockey skates and be the best damn winger they'd seen in Pee Wee hockey. John was sure they were hot on the demon's trail, but he could do nothing until Jim came back with some charms and holy water.
But in three months, maybe six, but certainly no more than a year... the bastard demon would be dead, they could settle down again, and Dean could get some proper hockey skates. There'd be a pair for Sammy, too, but John figured that he should wait for the baby to learn to walk before strapping blades to the kid's feet.
For now, he sat in the stands with a dozing Sammy in his arms, watching his eldest boy learn to skate backwards.
**
The hunt was taking longer than he expected, but even though now it had been three years, whenever they stayed for long in a place Dean was at the local rink every Saturday morning. John couldn't stay to watch, now, hadn't been able to stay for a while, but Dean was always so very happy when he walked home. John resolved to see one of his son's practices and soon.
But not this weekend. John was sure that the tip he just got from Harvelle was the key to finding the bastard demon that killed Mary. Sammy was safe with Ellen at the roadhouse, Dean was at the rink, and John was one step closer to his revenge.
**
Six weeks later, with spring hinting at the end of the hockey season, John and Sammy walked with Dean to the rink.
Over dinner that night, Dean asked his father if he was mad at him for not staying with hockey.
John had been, at first. Liars were not tolerated under John Winchester's roof.
However.
Instead of the lecture he'd expected to deliver, John found himself saying, "It's giving you some good skills, son. Agility, coordination. Those are the most important things for a hunter."
"And research!" lisped Sammy from behind his tower of mashed potatoes. "And a crossbow."
John laughed, and tousled Sammy's hair. That reminded him. Sammy really did need a hair cut...
Seeing his father's smile, Dean grinned back and started into his own meal.
**
Dean was sure that he'd have to kill Sam. Otherwise he'd never hear the end of it. The Freak of Nature had actually fallen off his chair was crying from laughter.
"You... you were a figure skater? Why am I just learning this now?"
Bobby rescued the damning photo from Sam's twitching-with-laughter hands while Dean prayed to every deity he could think of (and there were quite a few) to either come and smite his overgrown sibling or (also acceptable) find a way to make Dean vanish.
"Shut the fuck up, man. We were in Albuquerque that next winter. Dad started training me on weapons. What's the big deal? You never learned to skate."
Sam waved an arm from where he was collapsed on the floor, still gasping for air. "Oh, and if we're even chasing after a demon on ice, you can twirl at him and banish him to the deepest darkest depths of hell."
Bobby went back to his kitchen to make some more coffee. Give them a few more minutes, then he'd show them of that polaroid of a five-year-old Sammy in his favourite yellow dress (http://community.livejournal.com/the_dean_show/21640.html).
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Date: 2007-03-02 06:25 pm (UTC)(lj ate this the first two times I tried to post it.)
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Date: 2007-03-02 11:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-03-02 11:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-03-03 12:02 am (UTC)LAHALAHALHALHALAHLAHALHA I DON'T SEE YOUR FIST-SHAKEY.
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Date: 2007-03-03 12:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-03-03 01:34 am (UTC)A list. As in more than one.
*pause*
...I
*long pause*
...I'm not sure if that means I win or if I lose.
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Date: 2007-03-03 04:12 am (UTC)Oh dude. I think I just about died of laughter when I saw they had a list for that topic.
And also? That video was hilarious and dude .... just awesome, especially since it was mostly Captain Obvious himself talking :D
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Date: 2007-03-04 03:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-03-03 06:18 am (UTC)(can't find the link. damn it)
It's a small silver lining to be true, but at least we're not all really sick and wrong in this fandom.....
...... we just like the idea of two brothers going at it like bunnies. Or yaks, as it were.
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Date: 2007-03-04 03:50 pm (UTC)Call me old-fashioned, but I really do like the stories where they kill monsters.
AH! Crack bunny! You know the Angel ep where he gets puppet-fied? Has there been a puppet-Winchesters vs. Cookie Monster and/or The Count fic? OMG!
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Date: 2007-03-04 04:17 pm (UTC)(and *shakes fist once more* because I still have that stupid hobbits to isengard song stuck in my head!! *rawr*)
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Date: 2007-03-04 04:35 pm (UTC)*dutifully submits to fist-shakey*
It's catchier than the Picard song (http://picard.ytmnd.com), that's for sure.
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Date: 2007-03-04 04:52 pm (UTC)(no, i hadn't seen any of those links before) And hey, the kid on the first page (http://havestakewillslay.com/puppet/gallery.php?page=1) of the Angel puppets is baby!Dean, isn't it?
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Date: 2007-03-04 05:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-03-04 05:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-03-04 05:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-03-04 05:49 pm (UTC)...
...
*enables*
If I fail this seminar class, we'll both know why...
Date: 2007-03-04 06:54 pm (UTC)John, being honest with himself, wasn't sure what was most unsettling: zombies in Seattle or the fact that he'd have to send Dean off for skating lessons wearing white skates. Times would get better, Dean would get real hockey skates and be the best damn winger they'd seen in Pee Wee hockey. John was sure they were hot on the demon's trail, but he could do nothing until Jim came back with some charms and holy water.
But in three months, maybe six, but certainly no more than a year... the bastard demon would be dead, they could settle down again, and Dean could get some proper hockey skates. There'd be a pair for Sammy, too, but John figured that he should wait for the baby to learn to walk before strapping blades to the kid's feet.
For now, he sat in the stands with a dozing Sammy in his arms, watching his eldest boy learn to skate backwards.
**
The hunt was taking longer than he expected, but even though now it had been three years, whenever they stayed for long in a place Dean was at the local rink every Saturday morning. John couldn't stay to watch, now, hadn't been able to stay for a while, but Dean was always so very happy when he walked home. John resolved to see one of his son's practices and soon.
But not this weekend. John was sure that the tip he just got from Harvelle was the key to finding the bastard demon that killed Mary. Sammy was safe with Ellen at the roadhouse, Dean was at the rink, and John was one step closer to his revenge.
**
Six weeks later, with spring hinting at the end of the hockey season, John and Sammy walked with Dean to the rink.
Over dinner that night, Dean asked his father if he was mad at him for not staying with hockey.
John had been, at first. Liars were not tolerated under John Winchester's roof.
However.
Instead of the lecture he'd expected to deliver, John found himself saying, "It's giving you some good skills, son. Agility, coordination. Those are the most important things for a hunter."
"And research!" lisped Sammy from behind his tower of mashed potatoes. "And a crossbow."
John laughed, and tousled Sammy's hair. That reminded him. Sammy really did need a hair cut...
Seeing his father's smile, Dean grinned back and started into his own meal.
**
Dean was sure that he'd have to kill Sam. Otherwise he'd never hear the end of it. The Freak of Nature had actually fallen off his chair was crying from laughter.
"You... you were a figure skater? Why am I just learning this now?"
Bobby rescued the damning photo from Sam's twitching-with-laughter hands while Dean prayed to every deity he could think of (and there were quite a few) to either come and smite his overgrown sibling or (also acceptable) find a way to make Dean vanish.
"Shut the fuck up, man. We were in Albuquerque that next winter. Dad started training me on weapons. What's the big deal? You never learned to skate."
Sam waved an arm from where he was collapsed on the floor, still gasping for air. "Oh, and if we're even chasing after a demon on ice, you can twirl at him and banish him to the deepest darkest depths of hell."
Bobby went back to his kitchen to make some more coffee. Give them a few more minutes, then he'd show them of that polaroid of a five-year-old Sammy in his favourite yellow dress (http://community.livejournal.com/the_dean_show/21640.html).
Re: If I fail this seminar class, we'll both know why...
Date: 2007-03-04 07:39 pm (UTC)"Oh, and if we're even chasing after a demon on ice, you can twirl at him and banish him to the deepest darkest depths of hell."
*DIEZ*
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Date: 2007-03-04 11:03 pm (UTC)That's my favourite line, too. :D
Re: If I fail this seminar class, we'll both know why...
Date: 2007-03-05 12:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-03-05 03:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-03-21 03:08 am (UTC)