Also, I now want there to be fic about Dean, Wes, and the pink helmet.
If I lose my job because I'm braying in laughter at my desk, I'm blaming Lee.
Ailleann, you want the Dean-and-Sam steampunk plot bunny? All yours. Please, take it. Please?
A topic for the discussion of Farscape, Smallville, and Due South. Beware possible invasions of Stargate, Highlander, or pretty much any other "genre" (read: sci fi or fantasy) show that captures our fancy. Expect Adult Content and discussion of the Big Gay Sex.
Whitefont all unaired in the U.S. ep discussion, identifying it as such, and including the show and ep title in blackfont.
Blackfont is allowed after the show has aired on the east coast.
This is NOT a general TV discussion thread.
Also, I now want there to be fic about Dean, Wes, and the pink helmet.
If I lose my job because I'm braying in laughter at my desk, I'm blaming Lee.
Ailleann, you want the Dean-and-Sam steampunk plot bunny? All yours. Please, take it. Please?
Clearly my job here is done.
Ailleann, you want the Dean-and-Sam steampunk plot bunny? All yours. Please, take it. Please?
Gah! All right, fine. Far be it from me to put an innocent bunny out in the cold.
runs away giggling
The fun promo linked to above was from the winner of that contest that was being sponsered (sp?) by the CW and, uh, somebody else.
The fun promo linked to above was from the winner of that contest that was being sponsered (sp?) by the CW and, uh, somebody else.
The ghosty one?
The one that ran during Smallville last night.
Vortex, your image of Dean screeching to a stop and Sam yelling at him brings up another - same situation, Sam gets slammed into the front of the sidecar, yelling at Dean, "I've survived vampires, demons, zombies, stabbings, shootings, every kind of monster imaginable and some human attacks. But I'm gonna die from my brother cramming me into a sidecar and driving like Evil Knievel with a death wish!"
Loving Todd's and Vortex's dialog. Love!
Now I want to hear some with Sammy driving like a bat outta hell and scaring his poor big brother.
"Sammy, what are you doing?"
"Dean, you know you can't drive the bike with your leg busted up like that, and we've gotta clear out of here before we get reported. So just get your ass in the damn sidecar and shut up about it!"
Dean limps over and lowers himself gingerly into the low-riding seat. "OK, fine, but if you scratch my bike, so help me..."
"Damn it Dean, I'm not an idiot!"
As Sam snaps down his visor, Dean grumbles, "Just try to keep it under 100, all right?"