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I wanna be Olivia Dunham when I grow up.

She's awesome.
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I am NOT prepared for the apocalypse to start!!
obeetaybee: (winchesters pilot)
dead leaves and dirty ground
1350 words
Dean knows this car from hood to trunk. It’s his first love, his home away from home, his vehicular soul mate. No one understands him the way the Impala does.
Set during season 1, Dead Man's Blood. A remix of Rust by the crazy talented [livejournal.com profile] tifaching. Beta by the lovely and talented [livejournal.com profile] dotfic, everything is right because of her. Mistakes are all mine.

“Hey, and Dean, why don’t you touch up your car before you get rust. I wouldn’t have given you the damn thing if I thought you were going to ruin it.” )
obeetaybee: (girl with gun)
title we're all mad here
subject girl!Sam/Dean and the twisted little world they live in
warnings bad language and heterosexual incest
notes Just something I put together, fanmixing is becoming addicting. Gets my mind off the fact my daughter and her friends almost burned down a barn today. Joy!

girl!Sam is portrayed by Lyndsy Fonseca. Front and back cover under the cut, individual songs and zip to uploaded to mediafire.

Graphics made with aviary. Jury's still out on if I like the program or not.

it's such a sweet thing when you open up, baby )
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Eleven hours of work today with no break, I'm freaking beat.

It was insane, I believe we were on page 7 of emergencies when I finally went home, an hour after my shift was supposed to end.

I am SO TIRED. However, I couldn't go to bed without recommending everyone read the remix written for me, Witching Hour (The Cinderella Remix). It's based on my story the The Burying Point, one of my favorite stories written.

It's beautifully written and has an awesome twist I wish I thought of first. ♥

Read, love, please give feedback. Nothing makes a writer happier than knowing someone enjoys their work.

Reading the other stories will have to wait until morning. My Egyptian cotton sheets are calling my name. zzzzzzzzz

the women

Apr. 22nd, 2011 12:20 am
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The Women
by Eavan Boland

This is the hour I love: the in-between
neither here-nor-there hour of the evening.
The air is tea-colored in the garden.
The briar rose is spilled crepe de Chine.

This is the time I do my work best,
going up the stairs in two minds,
in two worlds, carrying cloth or glass,
leaving something behind, bringing
something with me I should have left behind.

The hour of change, of metamorphosis,
of shape-shifting instabilities.
My time of sixth sense and second sight
when in the words I choose, the lines I write,
they rise like visions and appear to me:

women of work, of leisure, of the night,
in stove-colored silks, in lace, in nothing,
with crewel needles, with books, with wide-open legs,

who fled the hot breath of the god pursuing,
who ran from the split hoof and the thick lips
and fell and grieved and healed into myth,

into me in the evening at my desk
testing the water with a sweet quartet
the physical force of a dissonance—

the fission of music into syllabic heat—
and getting sick of it and standing up
and going downstairs in the last brightness

into a landscape without emphasis,
light, linear, precisely planned,
a hemisphere of tiered, aired cotton,

a hot terrain of linen from the iron,
folded in and over, stacked high,
neatened flat, stoving heat and white.
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Upon Entering

I shall die in my boots.
Kick open the saloon doors
of heaven and hell,
lasso the darkest hombre
and shoot any hat in the house
who doesn't buy me a drink.

-- Kim Konopka
obeetaybee: (fall - gorgeous path)
“and nothing is ever as you want to be”

You lose your love for her and then
It is her who is lost,
And then it is both who are lost,
And nothing is ever as perfect as you want it to be.

In a very ordinary world
A most extraordinary pain mingles with the small routines,
The loss seems huge and yet
Nothing can be pinned down or fully explained.

You are afraid.
If you found the perfect love
It would scald your hands,
Rip the skin from your nerves,
Cause havoc with a computered heart.

You lose your love for her and then it is her who is lost.
You tried not to hurt and yet
Everything you touched became a wound.
You tried to mend what cannot be mended,
You tried, neither foolish nor clumsy,
To rescue what cannot be rescued.

You failed,
And now she is elsewhere
And her night and your night
Are both utterly drained.

How easy it would be
If love could be brought home like a lost kitten
Or gathered in like strawberries,
How lovely it would be;
But nothing is ever as perfect as you want it to be.

--Brian Patten
obeetaybee: (fuck it)
So, I wrote this little story the other day.

And while I wrote it, I listened to this fanmix I made a million and half years ago in livejournal time.

I dithered, as I am wont to do about posting shit or not, because you know...fanmixes and photoshop are not my forte.

But then I decided, fuck it. Which is so much more my forte.

So here you go.

title twisted and drowned
subject girl!Sam/Dean and the twisted little world they live in
notes listened to on repeat while writing lament for lazarus. girl!Sam is portrayed by Lyndsy Fonseca. Front and back cover under the cut, individual songs uploaded to box.net and the zip to mediafire.
warnings uh, maybe bad language and heterosexual incest

baby detonate for me )
obeetaybee: (girl boy almost kiss)
lament for lazarus
4110 words
girl!Sam/Dean, girl!Sam/Christian, Dean/Lisa
AU of Season 6 up to 6.12 Beta by the lovely and talented [livejournal.com profile] xphoenixrising, everything is right because of her, mistakes are all mine.

Section headers from Search and Destroy by Iggy Pop and the Stooges

Sam wonders if she’s crossing some line, kissing Dean like this without a soul, but he tastes so good and she can’t give a fuck if he won’t forgive her in the morning.

i'm a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm )
obeetaybee: (dean lips)
I'm at work, and Supernatural Wiki isn't helping me at the moment.

But does anyone know when in 6.09 "Clap if you Believe" the following exchange takes place?

Dean: You want to be a real boy, Pinocchio, you got to act the part...until we get you on the soul train, I'll be your conscience.

Sam: So you're saying you'll be my Jiminy Cricket?"

Dean: Shut up. But yeah, you freaking puppet, that's exactly what I'm saying.

Is it before or after Dean gets abducted and comes back and finds Sam in bed with Sparrow or after?

So yeah.

It may have a bunch to do with the girl!Sam/Dean story I'm currently working on.
obeetaybee: (dean bittersweet)
I found out last night [livejournal.com profile] elanurel passed, and my first thoughts were, "No, no. That can't be right. She was okay, she was fighting, they were trying a new protocol, she was going to kick ass and live forever."

And then morning came and every time I think of her, I've been fighting tears. I wasn't as close to her as others, but if you knew her at all, through communities, or her livejournal, you know how incredibly special, how supportive and kind Branni was to everyone she met.

She was a kick-ass chick with big ass-kicking boots.

I'll miss her terribly.
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Merry Christmas and to all a good night!!

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Waiting for Harry Potter in IMAX to start. The theater is sold out, our seats are about five rows up, just off center. Ash's wearing her Slytherin tie, I've it my Gryffindor scarf.


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obeetaybee: (dean face froze that way)

Don't think of it as being replaced, think of it as retirement.


Nov. 5th, 2010 10:49 pm
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Guess what I'm the proud new owner of??

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I love to boogie... (The view from my hotel room.)

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Are you watching FRINGE?


It is so awesome. AWESOME is FRINGE!
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Hi boys, hi!

Miss you, can't wait til Friday!

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Leaving in a few hours to drive to western PA with my sister to attend my uncle's funeral. Do you know what Im worrying about? Pumping gas! I've never done it before. There are no self-service gas stations in NJ and I've never been the driver on an out of state road trip before.

Hopefully, I'm a quick study, I'd hate to look like an asshole at the pumps!

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