And suddenly there is a lot of new posts in my Favorite (Masha, Ira - thanks for commotion, I missed it so much!). And this post of mine is in English because there are things I have no idea about how to write it in Russian. Besides, they look much cooler in English, you know.
And today this thing is - ta-dam! - Supernatural.
I never feel myself as that mouse embracing the cactus. I just watch the serial, I drop it and always come back. And my glorious quest is almost finished: there are only 11 episodes left. Then I need only to sit and wait for the 9th season. It's just this episode I've watched today and these lovely idots:
So my story today isn't about why I love them, but about how much I do.
When I was younger and wanted to rule the world through fanfiction I had many ideas of SPN-something. And in some of them there was a girl (at least she was not a MS. at least I tried. no locks and tresses). Well, I've forgotten almost everything but it's one scene I remember. When the world has been saved again and it's time to say goodbye (for I'm always being a realist). And the heroine's farewell (to Dean, of course. "Goodbye Sam and don't drink demon's blood" is enough, I suppose) is like I know what you are but I just want you to know this. I'm going to have an interesting and long life. But even when I'm an old woman with three husbands and bunch of kids and grandkids and there is a wedding of my favorite youngest great-granddaughter. If I have any news from you, I'll abandon all this and run with you through the window. Considering my age, I hope it'll be ground floor.
And that's how I feel about SPN. They just are and it makes me happy.