Come PLAY with me let's PLAY let's PLAY AWAY....Er.
Alright. I'm about ten minutes from passing out--not from ALCOHOL, i realize it's been a while since a drunk!post but you'll just have to think I'm a little klassy for once (YES, WITH A 'K')--but, here's the deal.
Write me a letter!
Any character from any fandom that i've heard of (Supernatural, Leverage, Due South, NCIS, Castle, Bones, The Vampire ( Read more... )
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Hell was, well hellish.
I'm out.
See that you are enjoying your apple pie life, so I will not be coming home.
Will write again soon.
Sam
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You motherfucking son of a bitch you drag yourself after hell and for ALL WE'VE BEEN THROUGH, I get a fucking stickynote on the Impala's gastank? And what the FUCK do you think is HOME if it's not the Impala? I read Chuck's last book, dickwad, so I know I'm not the only one with a soft spot for her ten miles wide.
You could just...drive her around the block once before you go at least. She fucking misses you, you selfish god damn martyr.
Normal is overrated. So you might be out of hell but I'm not.
-Dean
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Oh....
I get the chilly sensation it's not really about normalcy here.
Very nice line.
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Dean,
Everything about sacrificing myself I learned at your knee. I thought 'apple pie' is what you wanted, you jerk!
Um, I might not be myself, exactly. But, I really want to come home, wasn't sure you still wanted me.
Sam
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Man, don't look at me like that. You're supposed to start letters with that word! 'Dear Mom,' or 'dear Aunt Mabel,' or 'Dear John...' Not that I'm breaking up with you. You'd have to acknowledge our great and passionate love in writing for us to, you know, break up. And I don't think you'd leave a paper trail like that, would you. Nah, didn't think so. Taught your ass better than that!
Aaaaanyways, dude, I wanted to say I found this sweet-ass ride here in south side. V-twin, midnight blue with silver piping. Roars like a motherfucker, hums between your legs like the best hooker you ever paid. ...or blackmailed. Whatever. Thought I'd tell you 'bout it, 'cause there ain't no way you'd ever get here with your white-as-snow face. Hood is rough, dude, you gotta be in, ya know ( ... )
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Oh man. That was so good. Totally Hardison. I loved it.
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This origami unicorn will self-destruct in 30 seconds so read fast.
You know that homeless guy you gave a poptart to? I'm fitting in better than you think. Meet me at the Hotel Royale in fifteen minutes--you can take that bike over 30 for once in its under-appreciated life. Speaking of, treat a guy right and spring for an ensuite kitchen and we'll talk about omelets. (I'm not making them for the gang and you know exactly why. You think I want S's hand on my ass? Or N's?)
P.S. Call me 'Dear' to my face and you'll be walking funny for a week.
-E
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I heart you so much.
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You really are a prat. Royalty =/= intelligence. Just look at all the lies I've been feeding your father for the last two years. And if you'd get your head out of your arse and realize that Gwen is gone for Lancelot, and that the person you really love is me, I think you'd be a lot happier.
Love,
Merlin.
P.S. You utter twat, I've saved your life at least two dozen times in the last two years, and you never noticed. Some King you're going to be!!!
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Do you honestly think I don't know who put you up to this? It was Sven, wasn't it? All those stableboys are vindictive little runts. I swear, you groan out the wrong name once (maybe twice) and you never hear the end of it. You know, I bet this isn't even Merlin right now, is it? This is just Sven and his large-eared dark-haired cronies trying to get something to blackmail me with. Well it's not going to work!
Er, if it is Merlin though, what on earth do you mean, you've saved my life two dozen times? I count one--that disastrous incident which placed you in my employ--and...some twiddly bits in between. Point is, YOU HAVE NOT.
His Most Excellent Majesty,
~~~Arthur [Prince]~~~
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*croons*
Have I told you lately that I love you?
Have I told you, there's no one else above you?
You fill my heart with slashy goodness,
you take away all that canon badness,
you ease my fannish troubles, that's what you do.
*bows*
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Wondering how you're doing. Haven't heard from you in a while. You left a book at my place.
You really need to delete that picture.
Bobby
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Oh sweetheart, I didn't know you cared! Keep the book, I'll keep the picture, and we'll call it even, deal? You want to make it official? I can be round about seven to seal the deal.
P.S. Have you done anything with those legs besides walking, yet?
~Crowley
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Oh, man, you're good. You're really good.
I could spam you all day long with letters for you to reply to. ^^
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You might have heard of me, you, being as well informed as you're famously known for, probably know that I'm working with the law now.
I have found my inspiration, but I find your persona very fascinating. If you don't mind, I would like to come and visit. Try to find some time to get to know Abby Sciuto, gothic lab rat extraordinaire, a little better.
Best regards,
Rick Castle
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Oh my god, I have read all of your books. Especially Crossbones On Her Heart, it's my absolute favorite. The forensic work's a little shabby, but I can see how you'd have to let some of it slide for the sake of the story. Any, any way I can help you with your work, I will.
XO XO (those are skulls),
Abby Sciuto
P.S. Call me a "lab rat" again, I dare you. I know people with guns, and I know how to commit the perfect crime.
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I'm very happy with your positive response. I'll be really happy to meet with you. I, as well, have read all of your publications, but I might need your lights to make sense of some parts.
I hope I didn't offend you, I think rats are the cutest and cuddliest things -please don't tell my partner- after my daughter. Lab rats are even cutter.
Not that's I'd cuddle without one's consent.
Rick Castle.
P.S. I hope, with your expertise, that we will write the perfect crime.
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