(its not just a zombie reference! I have no life!)
About Me guilty pleasure: Supernatural best word to describe me: Livingimpaired hero: James Hetfield. lead singer of Metallica word i overuse: awesome, dude, totally, like wicked! and lame. (wait how old am i again?) super power: my will to survive. Home town: Healsville Birthday: April 22 Current residence: Ferntree Gully Victoria Australia (thats right i live in the downunder verse!) Occupation: University Student Gender: female (or at least i was last time i looked!)
this banner thanks to jensenacklesfan77 from supernatural.tv
everything else:
I'm a mother of three, Uni student and film maker and just like everyone else on this site i am a complete and utterly obsessed Supernatural Fan.
In the movie version of my life, I would be played by:
Xena Warrior princess
see the resemblance is uncanny (im the one in the metallica top obviously!)
My childhood ambition/career goal:
to make the world's best horror movie with Sam Riami and Bruce Campbell
If I were a breakfast cereal, I would be:
muesli with yogurt and strawberries
If I could tame and ride any animal, it would bea:
hippopotamus those things are Africa's no 1 killers
If I could live anywhere, it would be:
Vancouver or in the impala with Jensen!
My dream job(s):
Director
My dream vacation(s):
would include driving around America in a 67 impala visiting all the locations from the eps. with a stop over in Vancouver to see where it was actually filmed and then a tour of eastern Europe and then china. (anywhere that wasn't here would be great)
TO-THE-MOMENT ME
Last movie I saw:
the thing that you have to realise about me is that i see alot of movies! i mean im a film student!
Sweeney Todd
Last book I read: Also i tend to read alot when i am not busy studying. im also a Qualified library technician! My favourite author is H.P. Lovecraft.
Witches Canyon. the Second supernatural novel (wicked good)
Last album I listened to: Hey what can i say favourite band here
SUPERNATURAL, Firefly, Kolchak the night stalker, Dr Who, Family guy, The Mighty Boosh,
Movies:
Evil Dead 1, 2 and 3.
The dead movies by Romero Serenity Rocky Horror picture show Sweeney Todd Plan Nine from out of space (although anything with undead in it is always good!)
Fire of unknown origin- Blue oyster cult The thing that should not be - Metallica The Highwayman - Loreena Mckennit
Musician(s):
Quote(s):
"oh you bastards why are you tormenting me like this!" Ash from evil dead.
Cartoon character(s):
Dean and Sam. (see web page above) , the greased up deaf guy, Guttsu
DEAN
Favorite Dean Quotes:
"Sam winchester cries his way through sex" "I'm batman" "clowns or midgets" " i feel like a freaking soccer mom" "thats for our mom" " these taco's taste funny to you?" "okay wierdy Mc weirdierton" "Sam winchester wears womens underwear" "i hope your apple pie was freakin worth it!" "dude you totally had a woman inside you for like a week" "Man you Fugly" "Whats Spanish for donkey show"
Favorite Dean Moments:
when he punches Sam at the end of born under a bad sign,
when he saves Sam from Kubrick in bad day at black rock,
Heat of the moment , gargling and when he and Sam talk simultaneously in mystery spot
Favourite Dean Episode:
Mystery spot
Scarecrow
SAM
Favourite Sam Quotes:
"Yeah your batman"
"Wow give you a couple of severed heads and some dead cows and your mister sunshine"
"I lost my shoe"
"so if we save you lets not do that"
Favourite Sam Moments:
The look on his face when Dean gets killed by the desk in mystery spot.
the look on his face in asylum when dean says "your not going to try and kill me are you?"
Favourite Sam episode:
Born under a bad sign
Bad day at black rock
Season:
all of them!
recurring character:
episode:
Villains:
Character:
Plots:
Mary knowing Azazel,
Lilith's eyes rolled back,glowing obliteration thing not killing Sam.
I am dying to know how in the HELL Dean will be in Season 4
Cast:
Did you realise that all of the characters worth watching on this show are played by actors who's name starts with the letter J?
Jensen, Jarred,Jim,Jeffrey.
Coincidence i think not!
Quotes:
little bit of librarian humor Why you should fall to your knees and worship a librarian
Ok, sure. We’ve all got our little preconceived notions about who librarians are and what they do. Many people think of librarians as diminutive civil servants, scuttling about "Sssh-ing" people and stamping things. Well, think again buster. Librarians have degrees. They go to graduate school for Information Science and become masters of data systems and human/computer interaction. Librarians can catalog anything from an onion to a dog’s ear. They could catalog you. Librarians wield unfathomable power. With a flip of the wrist they can hide your dissertation behind piles of old Field and Stream magazines. They can find data for your term paper that you never knew existed. They may even point you toward new and appropriate subject headings. People become librarians because they know too much. Their knowledge extends beyond mere categories. They cannot be confined to disciplines. Librarians are all-knowing and all-seeing. They bring order to chaos. They bring wisdom and culture to the masses. They preserve every aspect of human knowledge. Librarians rule. And they will kick the crap out of anyone who says otherwise.
This is a Video titled Second chance. It was Directed by a friend of mine named Chris Buzzitil. its a short film in which i was the props person. (coz thats what i do with my spare time ha ha who am i kidding i dont have spare time!)
this is my favourite poem! also if you think about it Sam and Dean are the highwaymen!
TheHighwayman
By Alfred Noyes
Part One I The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding- Riding-riding- The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door. II He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin, A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin; They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh! And he rode with a jewelled twinkle, His pistol butts a-twinkle, His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky. III Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard, And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred; He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. IV And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked; His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay, But he loved the landlord's daughter, The landlord's red-lipped daughter, Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say- V "One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light; Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, Then look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight, I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way." VI He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand, But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast; And he kissed its waves in the moonlight, (Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!) Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the West.
Part Two I He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon; And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon, When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor, A red-coat troop came marching- Marching-marching- King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door. II They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead, But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed; Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side! There was death at every window; And hell at one dark window; For Bess could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride. III They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest; They bound a musket beside her with the barrel beneath her breast Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead man say- Look for me by moonlight; Watch for me by moonlight; I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way! IV Shettwisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good! She writhed her hands till here fingers were wet with sweat or blood! They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by likeyears, Till, now, on the stroke of midnight, Cold, on the stroke of midnight, The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers! V The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest! Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast, She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again; For the road lay bare in the moonlight; Blank and bare in the moonlight; And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain. VI Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofsringing clear; Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they didnot hear? Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill, The highwayman came riding, Riding, riding! The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up strait and still! VII Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night! Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light! Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath, Then her finger moved in the moonlight, Her musket shattered the moonlight, Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death. VIII He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood! Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear How Bess, the landlord's daughter, The landlord's black-eyed daughter, Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there. IX Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky, With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high! Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat, When they shot him down on the highway, Down like a dog on the highway, And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.
* * * * * * X And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees, When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, A highwayman comes riding- Riding-riding- A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door. XI Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard, And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred; He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
Dude - your profile totally kicks ass! I laughed so hard at the pics, and your quotes. And really, you've gotta have SOME free time - you made this, didn't you?
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"Where did you get the pics of Jared and Jensen posing naked in bed?... It sorta came as a shock to me, I've never seen them in those positions before!... Jared's butt is adorable!... ahhhh, can't believe I'm writing this XD... LOL"
Sorry i only just realised this post was here! I hardly ever scroll all the way down. THe pics are not actually jensen and jared they are manips that i found on live journal when i find the address i will post them!
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