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Chevrolet Impala
"Three days later, another car rolled off that same line. No one gave two craps about her. But they should have, because this 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car -- no, the most important object -- in pretty much the whole universe."
I've seen a lot in my day. There ain't a whole lot to say, except I'm not going to stop lookin' out for my boys now that I'm somehow flesh and blood and living and breathin'.
Call me Cherie.
{ Independent roleplay blog for the human!Chevy Impala from Supernatural. FC is Katey Sagal. }
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Put "Truth" in my ask box followed by a question, no matter what I'll have to answer it.
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In no way, shape, or form does Cherie want into Dean or Sam Winchester's pants.
It just no. They're her boys. She watched them grow up. She feels more like a mother or an aunt to them than anything.
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It's the b l e m i s h e s
that make her beautiful.
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TV EPISODES WHERE KATEY SAGAL SHINES (AND WINS MY HEART WHILE DOING SO)
Sons of Anarchy 5.13 “J’ai Obtenu Cette” ~★~ In this episode, Gemma is ready to regain her throne. Her hunger for power and control is always there to either bite her in the ass or to help her get her way. By this point in the show, most people hate Gemma, and I’m okay with that, but you can’t tell me Katey didn’t act like a freaking pro in the scene where Gemma betrays Clay (Ron Perlman was all levels of awesome, too). Sometimes, all you need is a subtly sly look to showcase many different emotions. I hate the fact that that scene wasn’t talked about more often because the discreet way in which Gemma’s facial expression changed towards the end of that scene still gives me chills. She went from clueless, innocent wife to “Damn right, motherfucker” in a split second. ♛
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gemma teller + looking down asked by anniecresta
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Like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir ,
I have tried in my way to be free.
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{outofgasoline}: And already there's wank on my dash.
Guys, please. Don't make this all about shipping.
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" Come here, you son of a bitch."
“Of course. Forgive me for worrying you. It was never my intent.”
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First of all, sweetheart, this is America and I wear panties, when I'm wearin' anything at all. Not knickers. It's not 1775 anymore.
If I were you, I'd stay the hell away from the Winchesters. If you think about it, it's for your own safety, considering you'll have a five-inch heel to pull outta your ass if you don't, among other things.
Well.
We’ve only just met, and you’ve already got your knickers in a twist. The name’s Crowley — Charmed, I’m sure.
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Alastair.
That son of a bitch Sam ganked him. He should be dead. Not standing in front of her, taunting her the mere presence a threat to her family. His ass should be smack-dab in the middle of purgatory, not topside, of all places.
"You goddamned piece of shit," Cherie spat, half-tempted to shove all five inches of her high-heeled boots up his ass herself. "You stay the hell away from Sam and Dean, you hear me? You pack up your bag of tools and you get as far away from them as you can, before I kill you again myself. Are we clear?"
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