Here’s to the girl that made it from season 1 to season 8
Here’s to the girl that bled for the Winchesters just as much as she made them bleed
Here’s to the girl that was always the distraction for the monsters
Here’s to the girl who had sass to spare
Here’s to the girl who took the time to listen to Sam
Here’s to the girl who told Sam to run while she stayed behind
Here’s to the girl who had an impossible unicorn
Here’s to Meg Masters
Friendly reminder; Meg Masters was the name of the person this demon was wearing when we first met her. Six seasons, 14 episodes, and no one ever actually learned what this character’s name was.
Episode 11; I’m sorry for a lot of things.
1) I went to school for a few years with a boy named Adam, who whenever asked what he wanted to be in life and how he was going to get to that point, would tell you all about his plans to run away and become a ‘Spanish bandito’. Lately, I’ve just been sitting, and remembering the look on his face, that day in our freshman year of high-school when a teacher pointed out to him that in order to become a ‘Spanish bandito’ he would still have to study and learn to speak Spanish.
2) I used to be really into the ‘Lord of the Rings’. Really in to it. I still own 3 copies of it… In fact, that picture right there? That was taken half way through my typing up this post. (I also own the complete soundtrack to the movies on CD) See how the ‘The Return of the King’ in the soft cover set is not from the same run as the other two books? The original copy of ROTK that came with the set lost it’s cover. Even after I replaced it with a new copy it took me years to work up to throwing away the old one. (This is nothing when compared to my brother, who can recite the complete movie dialogue from memory.)
I guess I never actually stopped being in to the Lord of the Rings, so much as I came to a point where I lived with it so constantly that I took it for granted. “Oh the LotR movies are on? I want to watch that!… while I’m in the other room folding laundry.” “I should take a book with me to pass the time! I’ll take ‘The Two Towers’! …and a nap.” Yeah. Like that.
Then I started lurking on a new blog (I don’t follow people, I more like… friendly-stalk. I’ve gone through about 712 pages on the blog I lurk right now.) and a few hundred pages in they joined up with the Hobbit fandom. I guess I have to watch the damn movies now, because I am quickly remembering that oh fuck yeah I love this shit. So, yes.There is a real risk that I might break out my latex elf ears and start making you people listen to how much I care about Galadriel crossing the Helcaraxe. Super sorry tumblbros.
3)This is Dinosaur.
When Dinosaur wants me to pet him, he will gently nudge me with his paw to get my attention. It’s pretty adorable. If I ignore the gentle nudges he will start to headbutt me. Gently at first, but then harder with each try. Which is less adorable, especially if he finds space to get a running start. If I fail to acknowledge his headbutting (like when I’m sleeping, which contrary to popular cat opinion happens daily) he will move on to licking my face.
Face licking is the last resort for Dinosaur. There is nothing left after face licking. His poor little kitty mind cannot even handle a world in which face licking fails. And so confronted with the ultimate horror of face lick failure, Dinosaur sits, licking, licking, licking, for god only knows how long, until at last his tongue wears its way through a patch of my skin, and the stinging discomfort of skinlessness finally wakes me, and he gets his petting.
So if you’re wondering, that’s what this weird mark on my face is.
4) If I have to add garlic to it, it’s not garlic bread. Fuck you and your substandard bakery products. You know who you are.