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John [spn]

Death Will Follow [spn/sv xover]

The Extended Family Edition of Life [sv]

Fireflies [sv]

Silver moons and paper dreams
Faded maps and shiny things
Youre my favorite one man show
A million different ways to go.

Will you fly me away?
Take me away with you,
My Love.

Painted Seams and up all night,
Slaying monsters and flying kites
Speak to me in foreign tongues
Share your Secrets one by one

Will you fly me away?
Take me away with you,
My love.

Now I cant think what life was like
Before I had you by my side
Cant say what Id I do without you,
Knowing what its like to have you

Hidden walk ways back in time
Endless stories, lovers cry
IN my mind Ive been set free
Will you take this Journey
You and Me?

Will you Fly me away?
Take me away with you,
My love.

Fly me away with you,
My Love.

Take me away with you,
My Love.

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John

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Chapter 02

In Hell, every burning, sulfur-breathing, choking smoking, torture-filled moment drips with the most acute sense of regret. Coulda, shoulda, woulda, but he’d been a rare figure in that respect. For his nearly 200-year stretch in the netherworld of all existence, John Winchester just had to play scales whenever regret or the shadow of resentment began to darken his smoldering doorstep. ‘Weigh it’ he’d say to himself every time Alistair turned his knife. It was either you or Dean. Maybe not here, maybe not this table, but when all was said and done, he never left life and death up to maybe. It was worth it. Two centuries, longer than any human took to turn black-eyes, and yes, living breathing blood and pain was worth not knowing. Not knowing if it would be his son, right here in this place with no scales to keep it all together for him.

Weighing it kept him whole up to the day he was let off that table. He’d long stopped believing in miracles but when the constant thrum of pain ended it was like being gripped by an angel. It was the memory of his son that kept him unbreakable.
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so, going to a 3 day party in 2 weeks and i have 3 gowns to make :|

here is the beginning of it all--undies!



me in my corset ^-^
thermal long-sleeves = the hawtness


( and on the mannequin with chemise and pantalettes )

and here to share my client in her corset!

Captain Hook and the Croc, grr, argh





halloween kicked my butt but-good

look for a John update tomorrow!

see you guys next monday :)

Previous Parts: One | Two | Three | Four | Five

*cause catdancerz asked*

Oliver’s words kept moving out of the mist of repression and kept shouting in her ears. Family. Had he really meant it? It felt like he had and it made her wonder all the more. He was so lonely and alone that whenever she pictured him it was always as that orphan lost on an island but the truth was, for the past few months they’d been all the other had. They both felt Lois’ loss; they both felt Clark’s withdrawal. Oliver blamed himself for that but he’d never say so. She’d been so focused on her own pain that she didn’t realize he’d been leaning on her more than she acknowledged. If they got out of this alive, she promised she’d be there for him the same way she hadn’t, ‘til then, noticed him being there for her.

She leaned over through the between space and stared at the confusion they drove past. She leaned her head against his seat and wished the headache that was rising behind her eyes would just go away.
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Chapter Five

Chloe raced after her cousin. She ran like she was being chased by a pack of dogs. “What are you doing?!” She wheezed, finally reaching Lois at the Kent main gate. Clark was just behind her.

Lois leaned in to her little cousin and said in her ear, “Killing a crush, one illusion at a time.” The smile she gave Chloe was downright devious.

Chloe’s eyes widened. She’d told Lois everything about her life in Smallville over the past year, a fact she’d been lamenting for the last hour. Most of her stories centered around the weirdness she’d noticed about the town but the topic that Lois generally focused on was the four-way unrequited rectangle of suck that had Chloe, Clark, Lana and Whitney as points. Having lived too long on too many bases, Lois Lane was a hopeless romantic and any kind of vicarious love-affair she could experience was enough for her. Until she started at Smallville High a couple of weeks from then and meet boys her own age she was stuck helping Chloe heal the hole in her heart.
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Chapter 4

Alexander hissed again as more herbal water was poured over his skin. As much as he respected Dr. Bolaris’s overall intellect, the boy feared that when it came to burn remedies, he was an absolute quack.

Ms. Clark hummed to herself, “I believe cold water alone would do a better job at this.”

“I smell like Earl Grey tea,” Alexander said with a quirked little pout. “At home, Grandmother keeps me inside most of the day and she sends me out with a parasol in the evening so it’s never been this bad.” The sound of yearning in his voice was so strong when he added, “But we were coming into port and I just had to see it!”
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The Extended Family Edition of Life

Death Will Follow

Fireflies

John


Chapter 01

Sam didn’t tell Dean about them anymore, only that yes, they happened nearly every night now. But that’s the kind of thing he didn’t need to verbalize. Dean could tell. He could always tell. After a full month of repeating his nightmares over and over, Sam simply stopped saying anything about them. He would wake up, Dean’s eyes trained on his, and he would ignore him with a smile; the kind of smile Dean had tried to pass off as the real deal for years.

Nightmares. He called them that because how else would any sane person describe them? He would wake up with his heart racing and his limbs frozen. He could barely breathe when his eyes opened. He couldn’t move. He felt hands holding him, pushing him down into the mattress.

Pushing him to Hell.
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*le gasp* youtube is processing as i type

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eta: why do embedded yt vids look better than at yt?

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No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one's laughing at God when they're starving or freezing or so very poor

No one laughs at God when the doctor calls after some routine tests
No one's laughing at God when it's gotten real late and their kid's not back from that party yet

No one laughs at God when their airplane starts to uncontrollably shake
No one's laughing at God when they see the one they love hand in hand with someone else and they hope that they're mistaken
No one laughs at God when the cops knock on their door and they say "We've got some bad new, sir,"
No one's laughing at God when there's a famine, fire or flood

But God can be funny
At a cocktail party while listening to a good God-themed joke or
Or when the crazies say he hates us and they get so red in the head you think that they're about to choke

God can be funny
When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie
Who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus

God can be so hilarious
Ha ha
Ha ha

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one's laughing at God when they've lost all they got and they don't know what for

No one laughs at God on the day they realize that the last sight they'll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes
No one's laughing at God when they're saying their goodbyes

But God can be funny
At a cocktail party while listening to a good God-themed joke or
Or when the crazies say he hates us and they get so red in the head you think that they're about to choke

God can be funny
When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie
Who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus

God can be so hilarious

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war

No one's laughing at God in a hospital
No one's laughing at God in a war

No one's laughing at God when they're starving or freezing or so very poor

No one's laughing at God
No one's laughing at God
No one's laughing at God
We're all laughing with God

I updated one of my old corsets and took new pictures.



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Chapter Four

“Aren’t barns supposed to have, you know, barn animals?” Lois asked, briskly walking throughout the entire first level of the big red Kent barn. She poked her head into every stall, leaned about every corner and she put her hands on just about everything.

“It’s mostly storage now,” Clark said, following close behind her, making sure she didn’t hurt herself on anything or break everything. “We have another barn closer out to the pasture near the stalls—”

“You have horses?” Lois spun around to him, a fevered eager energy he was starting to think was commonplace on her features appeared.

He looked at the excitement in her eyes and wasn’t sure how to give an answer that would effectively avoid a trip out to the stalls that very instant. Old Hezekiah, the elderly Kent steed, was crotchety and mean. ( Read more... )

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Chapter Three

“Take this,” she said to either of them as she handed the half-empty glass to Clark and the cookie to Chloe. Jumping down off the porch she went to her uncle’s car in the driveway.

Clark looked to the glass of lemonade, lip-gloss smearing the rim, and sighed.

Chloe ate the cookie.

Lois opened up the trunk of the old sedan and pulled out her duffle. Slamming it a little too hard she bounded back up the stairs. She snatched the glass from Clark and rolled her eyes at Chloe.

“You ate my cookie?”

“You really didn’t expect me not to eat the cookie?” Chloe asked, her hands on her hips.

“Not in two seconds.”

Chloe swished from side to side with a grin, lightly saying, “It was tasty.”

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