“It’s going to be a long eight months,” Ackles
declares. Standing on that same ledge, an hour before the champagne
shot, Ackles, Padalecki, and Collins walk away from a group hug after
unexpectedly starting to tear up. It might be the setting — looking out
over the ocean — or the occasion: their last-ever photo shoot. Or maybe
it’s the fact that they’re almost a month into filming their final
season.
there is NOTHING like the rage of searching for a post you KNOW is on your blog with a highly specific phrase and then not only can this website not find it but tumblr says something fucking stupid like ‘please don’t be mad. please’
Some more Garashir hints, this time from the pocket novel Heart of the Warrior:
“It’s a fine day,” Garak said expansively, “because I’ve had a sudden influx of Cardassian customers, all with fresh gossip from home. Business is so good, in fact, that I’m closing early. I’m only going to stay open for paying customers. I believe you said you were interested in a new suit made of Oslan silks?”
“Huh?” What was Garak nattering on about? Bashir forced his attention back to the Cardassian. “A new suit?”
Garak indicated a headless mannequin just inside the door. It had on a gaudy green tunic with large and rather revealing holes sewn in the front and sides. It looked like nothing so much as a gigantic green Swiss cheese, Bashir thought.
“It’s perfect for a doctor,” Garak said with a smile.
“It’s so… revealing,” Bashir said.
“All your patients will see how healthy you are, which in turn will give them greater faith in your medical abilities.”
“Uh… I’ll have to think about it.”
(…)
“How did I do?” Garak asked behind his makeup.
“Fine,” Bashir said. “I think you just saved the day. See you when we get back. I owe you a drink.”
“You owe me more than that,” Garak said. “I have an Oslan silk suit here with your name on it, Doctor.”
Bashir groaned a bit, but didn’t complain. It was worth it. He severed the connection and smiled. There was a certain irony in the solution, he thought. The Bajorans refused to believe the truth, no matter how it had been presented to them. But they’d been only too eager to believe a lie.
You can leave as many as you want and it’ll show up. I’ll see your name four times in the kudos list when you clicked it four times. That little note is just there to remind you that you’ve already done it.
anon prompted a short comic with a jealous crowley, though he’s less jealous here than pissed off
listen, crowley knows aziraphale can easily get out of this situation himself, but the guy was being an asshole (that pick-up line, seriously?) and therefore needed to be dealt with in a show-offy asshole way. and aziraphale gets some really fond memories out of the whole thing, so he’s not bothered.
