#Purple Sage Motel

[polkadotmotmot]

Bertrand Meniel - Purple Sage Motel, 2020

[vintagelasvegas]

Bonanza Lodge Motel, 1808 Fremont St, photographed in 2009 by Steve Sobczuk. In 2014 the motel was merged with neighboring Purple Sage Motel and converted into Sterling Gardens.

[calronhunt]

Do Sage and Fable have favorite colors? and if so do they own a lot of things OF that color? What's one item that means the most to them? And do either of them have strong opinions on organizing/how to organize things!

Fable first, I think her favorite color is Purple! She doesn't have many items in general since she regularly travels from town to town, BUT Her motorcycle is purple, which she does like. Even though it is not her motorcycle but her ex Cruise's. for important items, again, they don't have a lot, so I don't know that they would considered "important." I suppose their leather jacket is very important to them, but that's largely because they've had it for so long at this point. and Fable is literally the least organized person on the planet. Their motel rooms are always really messy with clothes all over the place.

and Sage's favorite color is green! They probably have a lot of things with that color considering their parents run a botanical garden in town. I think Sage's most important item would be some kind of stuffed animal that they had as a kid, but they would never admit that to Fable. Because Sage is trying to be really grown up around Fable, they don't wanna seem like a BABY. And Sage for sure has opinions on organization. Before they came out and started to transition, they were a popular girl in the school. Their bedroom is like, THE DEFINITION of floral instagram-able room. It is also very rarely dirty or messy.

[deadmotelsusa]

The Purple Sage Motel of Sprague, Washington, pictured in 2008 and 2021. Now overgrown and closed.

[charlybradburry]

Quiet Moments

Quiet Moments

Characters:         Gabriel x gender neutral Reader; Dean and Sam mentioned

Summary:           Gabriel and reader share a quiet moment

Prompts:             “So I guess I saved you from a boring existence.”

                            “Occasionally, I miss boring.”

Infomation:          this story is part of @purpleskiesandcherrypies “Purple’s SPN                                 Quotes Challenge”

 Word count:     1,249

Warnings:           fluff; is sassy Gabriel a warning?

   You met Gabriel a few years ago on what seemed to be an easy witch hunt. People disappearing for a couple of weeks and being found teared to shreds, around Altoona. Bobby had called you asking for backup for the Winchesters telling you to be careful since they just had a case including a what he called “trickster” and the murders looked like the work of such. Entering the town, you first searched for a motel to check in, that’s also where you met the handsome man. Of course he didn’t just show up in your car like he uses to do nowadays. You met on the counter, standing there you booking your room someone touched your shoulder. Your hunter instincts kicking in you cocked your gun and spun around, holding it into the face of the stranger. Only to be confronted with a handsome grin, with a lollipop between the lips. “Hey! Slow down jellybean!”, he told you with trembling voice, popping the sugary treat from his lips. You couldn’t help yourself but adore his appearance: the dirty blond messy hair, the golden eyes filled with a mischievous sparkle, the wide unscared grin, the… You shook your head to rip from the aw. Taking a deep breath you turn back to the man behind the counter and placed the gun safely in the holster on your hip. He looks at you with shock wide eyes, and stutters as he hands you the keys: “twen…twenty-nine…” With that he nearly runs back into the office throwing the door shut. “So handsome. You think it’s a good idea to touch someone you don’t know that has their weapon openly on their body? I mean it is a good idea if you want to be shot.” You wink at him and take the key from the counter. He places the lollipop in his mouth again grinning widely at you before responding: “Just because I don’t want to be shot, doesn’t mean I’m a man who can resist a beautiful human being.” You can feel your cheeks heat up as you look on the floor. “May I invite you for a coffee, jellybean?”

 Now you were sitting on the plushy dark blue sofa, cuddling into the soft cushions, a blanket over your lap and a cup of your favorite tea in your hands. Watching out the window taking in the snow covered branches as well as the birds hopping around. It was one of the quiet moments you had, as the partner of an archangel. One of those moments where you didn’t have to run for your life, because some angel or demon wanted you to have control over him. “What’s going on in the beautiful head of yours, jellybean?” Gabriel whispers as he stands behind you, burying his nose in your Y/H/C and taking in the scent of fresh mown grass that always seemed to surround you. His fingers start running over your flannel covered shoulders up to your neck playing with the short hair there. A smile creeps up your face as you fell the soft tingle on your skin. “Nothing important. Only about the first time we met…did you ever tell me why you started calling me “jellybean” back then?” you turn your head a bit and rest your cheek against his warm chest, the soft chuckle forming in his chest, vibrating against your skin. “You’re tiny, sweet and I like them!” he explained, fingers still running through your hair. You snicker and look up at him. “So you named me after a tiny, colorful sweet because of this fact?” “To my defense! You had green hair when we met! Not my fault when you decide to try this colored hair wax!” He moves around you and sitting down, placing your feet on his lap. “But you remember that I only was in Altoona to kill you, right?” you wiggle into a more comfortable position and stretch your toes while taking a sip from your tea. He laughs and the glitter in his eyes intensifies just a bit. “Oh, I knew that the moment you entered the reception. I mean the Winchesters where there already. And you know me, there was no way I wouldn’t have noticed them!” He winks and places his hands on your feet, stroking over your fluffy socks. “Maybe I should give them a visit, for old times’ sake…just a bit to fed them up. Maybe I kill Sam this time…?” You sigh deeply, remembering what the brothers had told you about the archangel and what he did to them. “You know? Sometimes I think was easier when the only worry I had was not to get bitten by something…” you place your cup on the small table standing in front of the sofa and cross your arms. Actor like the trickster was he threw back his arms, almost immediately starting to flail his arms in order to find back his balance. His eyes are wide in shock and he places his hands right over his heart. “You’re hurting me, jellybean! I keep your life interesting and you know you love it!” You decide to play along, even though a big grin crept up your face. “And you know, just as good as me, that I had that as a hunter: running from ghouls, vampires, shapeshifters, … You name it and I’ve been running from it more than once.” Nudging his side with your foot you snicker and smile brightly at him. “So I guess I saved you from a boring existence!” he laughs back at you and starts tickling your feet. Your breath gets caught in your throat, tears forming in your eyes as you try to press out your answer. “You…you know…oh god please stop! You know: occasionally I miss boring!” with that you burst out in laugher. The gold of his eyes turning dark he places your feet on the floor and starts crawling over you, his breath stroking your face softly, one leg placed on each side of your hip. His hands are grabbing the lean tightly caging you under his body. “Oh jellybean…you shouldn’t have said that…” You swallow hardly and move your fingers over his broad chest, placing them on his shoulders. Your eyes are wide, taking in all of the glorious man hovering above you. “Shouldn’t I?”, you whisper and only get a small gruff as answer as he moves his nose over your jawline and cheek up to your temple, where he places a lovely kiss before burying his face in your hair again, his lips barely touching your ear. Being so close to him covers you in his calming scent of sea salt and sage, lowering your heart rate. His lips brushing over the sensitive skin of your ear he gives you a real response this time: “Did I ever tell you, that I love you, jellybean?” Entangling your hands in his neck you pull him to face you, placing a gentle kiss on his slightly rough and warm lips. Gabriel leans in a bit closer lacing his fingers into your Y/H/C hair and softly brushing through it. “Not often enough handsome. Not often enough…” you whisper back and pull him just a bit closer, until you feel his relaxing weight on your body. He nuzzles his face in the crock of your neck and you hum in approval. Yeah, maybe you missed hunting in a strange and very uncommon way. But this was just way better….

[ravenswood]

@verhexen tagged me in this oc associations meme, so i’m gonna do a few of my more well-known ocs!

i’ll tag @numinousbones @digitaldragoon @larkspear @epsilonwrites @girlsarewolves and @rorykillmore aaand any of my other friends with ocs that wanna give this a shot! you can go ahead and say i tagged you. also you don’t HAVE to do it if i tag you ofc.

talia padgett

1. ANIMAL: wolf 2. COLOR(S): forest green, brown, red, cream 3. MONTH: august 4. SONG(S): bad moon rising - credence clearwater revival 5. NUMBER: 13 6. DAY OR NIGHT: night 7. PLANT(S): wolfsbane, cypress trees 8. SMELL(S): a campfire, flannel, wet dog 9. GEMSTONE: topaz 10. SEASON: summer 11. PLACE(S): new orleans, long stretches of highway, roadside motels, abandoned (read: haunted) buildings 12. FOOD(S): gumbo, meat, typical diner food, cookies 13. ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: leo 14. ELEMENT(S): fire 15. DRINK(S): whiskey

jasper talbot

1. ANIMAL: wolfdog 2. COLOR(S): dark red, brown, black, green 3. MONTH: october 4. SONG(S): the wolfman suite - danny elfman 5. NUMBER: 9 6. DAY OR NIGHT: day 7. PLANT(S): pine trees, also wolfsbane 8. SMELL(S): pine, dead leaves, anything forest-y 9. GEMSTONE: i mean.............jasper 10. SEASON: autumn 11. PLACE(S): the forest that surrounds storybrooke 12. FOOD(S): -- 13. ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: sagittarius  14. ELEMENT(S): earth 15. DRINK(S): strong coffee

celia

1. ANIMAL: dove 2. COLOR(S): white, pale gold, pale pink 3. MONTH: april 4. SONG(S): stilt faeries - circus contraption 5. NUMBER: -- 6. DAY OR NIGHT: night 7. PLANT(S): white roses 8. SMELL(S): light, floral scents 9. GEMSTONE: rose quartz 10. SEASON: spring 11. PLACE(S): fairgrounds, the interior of a circus tent, an alleyway, churches 12. FOOD(S): chocolate, strawberries 13. ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: capricorn 14. ELEMENT(S): air or water 15. DRINK(S): cocoa

shashi anand

1. ANIMAL: dragon 2. COLOR(S): gold, purple, blue 3. MONTH: july 4. SONG(S): -- 5. NUMBER: 3 6. DAY OR NIGHT: night 7. PLANT(S): ginger root, sage, thyme 8. SMELL(S): burning incense 9. GEMSTONE: moonstone 10. SEASON: summer 11. PLACE(S): the interior of a palace, a moonlit garden 12. FOOD(S): candied walnuts, flavorful soups 13. ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: libra 14. ELEMENT(S): water 15. DRINK(S): spiced cider, mulled wine, herbal tea

[catty-words]

when the moon fell in love with the sun (pt. 2)

u thought i was done with this?? *cackles* NEVER @slutorama

(part 1)

~~~

Tara’s not nervous. No really, she’s not. In fact, the thought that Faith’s slyly avoided hanging out at her place until today hasn’t even occurred to her, so there’s really no pressure at all.

So yeah, she’s not nervous.

“You’re late,” Faith says, opening the door to her motel just a crack so she can peak out. “Said you’d be here at 4:00, remember?”

Tara feels a smile unfurl, slow and pleased, on her face. “You were waiting for me.”

Faith’s brow furrows and she scoffs like she’s offended. “No.”

“You opened the door before I knocked,” Tara points out, pushing just a little. Her heart pounds in her chest in response to her own boldness.

It takes Faith a second to recover—she gets stuck blinking rapidly—before she wordlessly lets the door fall open. Tara ventures inside as she throws herself down on the bed.

She understands instantly why Faith is ashamed of the place—not because there’s actually anything worth feeling shame over, but because it exudes ‘wrong side of the tracks.’ From the dirt-stained walls to the mold-framed windows, the room is decrepit.

But it only takes a second for Tara to move her notice to the other things, the little splashes of decor Faith’s added to make the place infinitesimally more homey. The Spectator Pump poster on the bathroom door. The purple scarf thrown over the lamp shade that gives the room a hazy glow. The smattering of candles burning around the room.

Faith’s watching Tara take in the place, her face pinched with poorly contained anxiety.

“I like it,” Tara says finally.

“Liar,” Faith says, but she smiles.

“No, I d-d-do,” Tara asserts, perching on the edge of the bed and placing a gentle hand on Faith’s knee. It doesn’t escape her, the way Faith twitches under any touch. But she hasn’t told her to stop yet, so Tara figures it isn’t in response to her specifically.

Which is a relief.

“Whatever, it’s a place to live,” Faith says dismissively.

This, too, is something of which Tara’s taken note. The way Faith’ll skirt topics that are important to her, no matter how sympathetic her audience. She keeps her guard firmly up at all times.

It’s something Tara understands better than she wants to.

She extracts her hand and slides her bag off her shoulder. “I brought some movies and a, um, board game. You know, for fun.”

“What,” Faith asks, poking at Tara’s arm with her big toe. “You think I’m a such a shit host that I can’t even come up with activities for the night?”

Tara opens her mouth to respond, but nothing really comes out.

“I’m kidding; I don’t have shit to do here. Jeez, T, lighten up.”

In response to the new nickname, Tara flashes her a toothy grin.

“Okay, well, I got, um, Jurassic Park, Alien, and, uh, Anastasia.”

“As in the cartoon?”

Tara ducks her head. “It’s one of my favorites. I like that she, um, finds a family in the end. Y’know?”

She can feel Faith’s eyes on her and she can see her smirk in her mind’s eye.

“Sap,” Faith accuses.

“I also brought, well…,” Tara hesitates. She’s still not sure if Faith will be offended by or grateful for her impromptu gift.

Faith sits up in reaction to her sudden tension. “Whatcha got in there?”

With a gulp, she pulls out her stick of sage.

Faith’s eyes go comically wide. “I didn’t know you were down with Mary Jane, T. That’s awfully cool of ya.”

Tara shakes her head and laughs. “No, silly, this is sage. Which is not to say that I don’t appreciate-,” Tara stops short, sucking her lower lip into her mouth. Faith gets a mischievous glint in her eye, but otherwise doesn’t comment. So Tara continues, “Anyway, this place seems to be the source of a lot of negativity for you. I thought we could do a cleanse.”

“Oh good, I’ve been meaning ta give this place a good dustin,” Faith says.

“That’s not what-”

“I know, T. Again, I was kidding.”

Tara nods. “It’s only if you want to.”

Faith considers for a moment. “Eh, what could it hurt?”

Tara takes a second to smile at her before she unloads the rest of the spell supplies: a thick candle and her book.

“I need you seated at the edge of the bed,” Tara says, standing. She hands Faith the candle when she’s in place and mutters a prayer as she lights it and runs the sage through it three times.

Once the plant is burning, Tara walks the perimeter of the room while reading from her tome, an old thing that belonged to her mother. Because she can feel Faith watching her the entire time, Tara messes up the words a couple times. Her face reddens, and she’s certain Faith can tell.

As soon as she’s done, she lets the book fall closed with a thud.

“That’s it?” Faith asks.

“Well, we should let this smoke till it’s done,” Tara says, holding out the sage. “Do you have an ashtray we could set it in?”

Faith rolls her eyes like that’s an absurd question and grabs the heavy, glass piece from her nightstand.

“This is nice,” Tara comments nonchalantly as she sets it on top of the television set, propping the sage up inside.

“One of the many things my dad left behind,” Faith says, no small trace of bitterness in her voice.

Tara turns to face her, fully expecting Faith to avert her gaze. But she lifts her chin and holds Tara’s eye steadily, allowing her to read the pain and fear and anger on her face.

In return, Tara offers her an understanding nod.

After a second, just as she feels Faith throwing up her walls yet again, she asks, “W-what should we do now?”

“If I say we should watch a movie, does that mean you’re gonna make me sit through a cartoon musical?”

“Only if you’re amenable,” Tara says, a grin playing on the edge of her lips.

“I’m pretty sure I’m not,” Faith says, narrowing her eyes and frowning.

(They end up watching Anastasia anyway.)

((And when Tara falls asleep, Faith tucks her in with a threadbare afghan that smells like mentholated smokes and Faith’s soap.))

(((Tara gets the most restful night of sleep she’s had in her entire life.)))

[vintagelasvegas]

Purple Sage Motel, 1920 Fremont St - c. 1948

Hialeah, Purple Sage, and Bonanza Lodge - 2012

John Lawrence Love, owner of Las Vegas Motel, purchased the 1920 Fremont property and planned the motel before his death in an auto accident. His widow Vera Love built and opened Purple Sage circa 1948. Mr. Love’s other property on E Charleston Blvd and Lewis St east of Bruce St became the Lawrence Love Tract. Mrs. Love went on to operated her business Vera Love Realty from the 50s-80s.

Their original neon sign of Purple Sage seen in the older photo, was replaced later in the 50s with the larger sign seen in the 2012 photo. In 2014, owner Kamran Foulad merged Purple Sage and neighboring Bonanza Lodge Motel into Sterling Gardens Motel.

Photos: Scan from an c. 1948-‘50 Kodachrome slide; 2012 by Vegas Vernacular Project. Sources: New Auto Court. Review-Journal, 5/7/45; John L. Love Killed Saturday In Accident. Review-Journal, 12/23/46; M. Henle. Vera Love has heart. Review-Journal, 9/1/85

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[vintagelasvegas]

Purple Sage Motel, 1920 Fremont St – 1950s, 1970s, 2009. The property was bought in ‘45 by John L. Love and the motel was built by ‘48 or earlier. The sign changed in the 50s and was removed in 2014 when the motel closed. Last photo by Steve Sobczuk. 

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