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Chow time, you freaky bastard! Yeah, that's right, bring it on baby, I taste gooood! >> Dean Winchester


Okay so he so my TV boyfriend. One of them anyway and this is like one of his trademarks. He does this thing where he uses himself as bait for things that like to eat him. And that…That would So. Totally. Work. On. Me. Vampire or not and let me just say I would make a totally lame vampire. I’d be like that girl in those books that’s like the vampire queen and she loves shoes. Betsy! I can’t remember the name of the books though. Off topic.

Back on topic. Which is Dean Winchester. And like –please- they’re so not going to kill him. Look at him. Seriously. He’s too pretty to die which reminds me of another TV boyfriend Malcolm Reynolds but again with the off topic. I do that. Dean is too pretty to die, the fan girls would riot and we’d hunt Kripke with flamethrowers and machetes. Okay so I wouldn’t use a flame thrower or a machete because I’m dangerous to myself without sharp or flamey objects. I’d still riot.

Because look at him. Like I’m not going to? Whatever. Lame.
mightbeconcussed: (adoring fans)
It was a perfectly normal night for Lucy. She was home in Birmingham and she'd gone out with friends. Including a friend of a friend who would be perfect for her. It turned out he was less perfect, more driving her up the wall annoying (she actually threw her shoe at him and then made him retrieve said shoe). So Lucy had feigned a headache and swore she'd be fine to walk home. It wasn't that far. Only she didn't want to go home. It was a gorgeous night, warm and she had on the cutest new Betsy Johnson mini dress with a pair of to die for Choos. Plus, her hair was totally rocking tonight.

Lucy wanted to go party. Lucy wanted boys to flirt with her and tell her she was pretty and buy her drinks. With Umbrellas. She was girl she could drink fruity drinks with umbrellas. However, no matter how much Lucy wanted all this, she did not want to go back and sit with The Annoying One. Besides, if she cut through the alley and across the back lot, the Hounds Tooth was just right there. it was guaranteed to be crammed with cute boys who would do all those things. She could call a cab later to take her home.

And that was when Lucy heard something growl at her. Something largish and moving in the shadows. Lucy looked over her shoulder and arched an eyebrow at the shadows. That was when the shadows started moving toward her, very quickly. Lucy saw a flash of teeth and a scream caught in her throat. The fear was enough to make her run, quickly. However Lucy managed to fall and break things when she was walking. Which meant Lucy Locke=the blonde in high heels that falls and gets killed within the first five minutes of a horror flick.

She didn't even last three minutes. Her ankle (in the to die for Choos and who knew she'd really die in them) twisted and Lucy went down in tangle of bare legs, bare arms, Betsy Johnson mini and hopelessly scuffed Choos. Not to mention the scraping damage done to her knee and elbow.

She was hoping at least someone got this on video. God she hated The Annoying One. This was all his fault.

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