Showing posts with label Supernatural. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Supernatural. Show all posts

Saturday, April 23, 2022

#atozchallenge Supernatural Two Broke Girls

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Supernatural
2005–2020

2 Broke Girls 2011–2017

(A crossover! Two Broke Girls actually starts with the number 2, not the letter T. So I'm distracting you with Sam, Dean, and the Impala.)





 
(Okay, you should be distracted by now. Hopefully so much that you won't even notice that Supernatural was on the CW and 2 Broke Girls was on CBS, so they never could crossover.)

Max and Caroline find a bag of trash on the way home. 
"It isn't even in the dumpster! It's dumpster adjacent. That's fair game." Max says to Caroline's protests.
"There is nothing that would make me, OHMYGOD is that a Tiffany's box? I didn't think they had this shade of blue in Brooklyn."
Caroline goes home with a pair of earrings in a blue box. Max takes home a skull. 
[In funny voice] "Well hello, Caroline! Yes, enjoy my earrings. As you can see, I shan't be needing them." Max says, speaking through the skull.

Sam and Dean come into the diner the next day. 
"We've definitely stayed in a motel with this wallpaper," Sam says.
"Pie." Dean says. 
"Welcome to The Williamsburg Diner. We're featuring delicious cupcakes from Max's homemade cupcakes. Only four dollars." Caroline hands them menus. 
"Burger, fries, and pie, please," Dean says.
"Pie? Really? When there are cupcakes?"


As the guys eat, they talk about the case. 
Sam reads what they know. "So this guy, Luis, dumped the body and evidence of the woman who his mother definitely didn't kill."
"Which means she did," Dean says.
"Oh, she definitely did. Which is probably why the ghost stuck around. That, and, well, would you want your bones dumped here?"
Dean makes a face. "I'm not sure I even want to take a dump here."
"Nice," Sam says sarcastically. 

The guys eventually figure out that Caroline is wearing the earrings that were tossed out. Luis had told them it killed him to do it, but the old hag was never without them, and they were a dead giveaway. In case they found more than one trash bag with remains. The guys follow the girls back to their apartment. 

"We'll go in the back. What am I stepping in, Sammy?"
"I think it's horsecrap."
"Why would there be horsecrap? Oh, there's a horse. What's up with these girls?"
Dean goes to pick the lock. Sam lightly taps the door, which easily opens. 
"Just had to jiggle the gum wrapper."
Dean shakes his head and puts away his lockpick. 
The skull is sitting in the living room, wearing a red wig. Sam and Dean exchange looks and then go to grab it.
The girls flip on the lights.
"FREEZE! Nobody touches Mrs. Garrett." Max says, holding a baseball bat. Caroline stands behind her, holding a tampon.
"FBI. We need to take this," Dean says, flashing a badge.
"No, you aren't. I met all the FBI agents when they arrested my father. Step away from the skull," Caroline yells.

The guys end up flirting with the girls. Dean and Max sleep together. Sam and Caroline stay up talking about college. Max gives Dean the skull.
"He earned it."
"You mean that was a real skull? Wait, does that mean these earrings are real too?" Caroline asks.
"She died wearing them," Sam says. "There's a chance burning her bones won't be enough. There might still be some of her on them," Sam tells her.
Caroline rips them out and throws them at him. "I can't have nice things!"
"Aww, I can think of something nice we have." Max says.

The girls ride Chestnut next to the Impala as the guys drive away.


 
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Monday, April 22, 2019

Supernatural #AtoZchallenge #ShortStory #AdForRoomatesStory

This month-long story, “Ad for Roommates,” told in twenty-six parts, is an urban fantasy intended for readers over age fifteen. Liv, the main character, is an adult in her thirties. This is a prequel to a forthcoming book and my theme for the #AtoZchallenge. To meet another character from from this story world, visit the (adult) blog of co-host Jayden R Vincente.
(Content trigger warning: Hatred of pedophiles.)

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I set the Sims 4 game back on the shelf. Can’t afford it. Besides, I enjoy playing the Sims 3 with expansions the best. Out of all the versions of the game, it’s the one that feels the most real to me. It’s the supernatural stuff. Witches, werewolves, ghosts, knowing the future— these are all things I understand. Granted, I still can’t get Sim versions of the supernatural creatures that live in my house. There’s no game for that.
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I imagine there could be a Supernatural video game, based on the television show. But that’s the opposite of what I want. Sam and Dean would hate me. They hunt things. I protect things. And really, I don’t call my supernatural friends “things,” because that’s just rude.

“Are you finding everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” I answer as I turn around. Bright pink pigtails bounce up and down. A tiny girl is wearing a Lolita fashion dress. Princess Lace Court Skirts in blue and white take up the span of the aisle from shelf to shelf. I honestly can’t tell if she’s in her twenties, or if she is a prepubescent girl with more make-up than a Sephora shop.

Suppose that’s the point.

I can honestly say I’ve never looked at a little boy and thought anything sexual. Hell, by the time I was twelve, I couldn’t stand any of the boys my own age. I was definitely all lesbian the first years of puberty. I didn’t think guys my age were hot until I was seventeen. And even then it was only a handful of them.

Here I am, in my thirties, and proud that I’m not attracted to twelve-year-old girls. Or really anyone more than a decade away from my age, either direction. So I have no idea how I’m supposed to feel about any fashion that makes children look like sexual objects. I mean, I guess I did think about sex when I was that age, but with other people my age, not with adults. Certainly not with people two or three times my age.



That’s why I have trouble getting into Hentai, and most Magna and Anime. And really, anything else that makes children into sexual objects. I think they call it the “campy” genre. I’m not sure. But where teenagers end up as sexual objects for adults to view. Like any movie with teenagers as main characters and an R rating, meaning people under age seventeen aren’t allowed to see it. Not old enough to get in to see the movie that your character is in.

Right there. That’s where I think the line is crossed. But I don’t know if they have that line in Japan. I’ve never looked up pedophile laws over there, or what they list as the age of consent. It does seem like a lot of countries associate school uniforms with sexual costumes. Is that because school age is when people first become aware of sex as they hit puberty? Or is it because there are pedophiles everywhere, and people who wish to turn children into slaves? I know the age of consent varies. Some countries allow little children to get married, even if they die of sexual trauma on their wedding night.

Maybe the world is a horrible place and needs to burn to the ground. Perhaps some of the creatures I live with should go out there and kill certain people. Be the predators of those who prey on children. Are those who screw a child to death haunted by what they’ve done? Do they tear out their own eyes trying to free themselves of the horrible vision? Light themselves on fire trying to cleanse away the evil they brought? Can they feel their soul being shredded by Hell Hounds long before they’ve died?

Dark thoughts. There are some punishments I wish I was in charge of dishing out. Maybe I tortured people in a past life. Or perhaps I really am going to Hell one day, but I’ll turn into a demon who gets to torture pedophiles for all of eternity. Maybe that’s why I was born with abilities that condemn me, according to the faith of my family.

Maybe my psychic abilities are why my father never wanted me around. How young was I when they started to show? Did I break up my parents?

*** 734 words

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Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Letter I #AtoZchallenge Coffee Theme

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Welcome to letter I of my Coffee Themed blogging from A to Z challenge 2018 offering.
There should be island music playing. Hang on.



There! That's better. Please enjoy the tunes and relax while I'll share this beverage with you.

Green Mountain Island Coconut. The scent of this coffee transports me to a happy place.

Letter I #AtoZchallenge Creepy unlit bathroom curtain

No! Not there! 
That's my bathroom, where the light went out while I was bathing. (But yes, I do have palm trees on my shower curtain.) On the same day that the wi-fi went out half a dozen times (which is the main reason this is late), and on a day when I've hurt my shoulder and feel sick. Today was not awesome.

So I'm glad it's I day, and I am not only writing this post, but re taste-testing this beverage. FOR YOU, my reader. I'm making this sacrifice for you.

😆😙 (We need a sarcasm emoji.)

Letter I #AtoZchallenge Coffee Theme Island Coconut Keurig

Ah, here we go. The good stuff! Pod loaded up, ready to please me.

Letter I #AtoZchallenge Coffee Theme Island Coconut brewing

I wish you could smell this. Listen, if you're one of those non-coffee drinking types (and yet, somehow, visiting me during A to Z), but you want the aroma to fill your home -- GET THIS ONE. It's like drinking coffee on a tropical island. The scent of it brewing could probably cleanse a home of demons. I don't know that for sure, but Sam and Dean are always welcome to drive the Impala over here and test the theory. Ha ha. 👻

Letter I #AtoZchallenge Coffee Theme Island Coconut

If you're thinking, "that doesn't look very dark," you're right. As you may have figured out by now, my flavor profile usually hits the strong, dark, heavy notes. But this one is an exception. Yes, it tastes like decaf (you either understand that or you don't, but I'm uninterested in the argument), but I like it anyway. Probably because I have a thing for coconut. 

I'm not especially thrilled with cold or iced coffee (you charge extra money for ice cubes to water down my beverage... uh, thanks... 😒), but offer some coconut milk in there, and suddenly I'm willing to wait in line and pay extra. No one said this was logical! Just give me the coconuts and no one gets hurt.

🌴

I still have half a cup of this yummy beverage to down, so I'm gonna go enjoy that now. See you later!

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