#finally a quote for zanna

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

Pain Hustlers

It was such a good movie about the opioid crisis in the US, especially about the drug called "Fentanyl".

The actors were very good. It was nice to see Andy García again.

The movie is based on the work of journalist and author Evan Hughes, who broke the story of pharmaceutical company Insys and its kickback scheme which incentivized doctors to recommend the fentanyl-based drug Subsys to other prescribers. The Zanna of the movie, and its drug Lorafen, are thinly-veiled analogues of Insys and Subsys.

Three things that didn't make sense : 1. Liza and Pete not having at least fucked once. 2. Liza going to the FBI to denounce her own company (before vest her shares), caring about the deaths (overdoses) knowing that Pete was saying at the beginning of the story that she didn't give a fuck about anyone. 3. Not having enough money for her daughter's operation.

Some quotes:

"- Look, the thing about Liza is, she didn't give a fuck...about anybody." (Pete)

"- If it's such a terrific medication, why is your market penetration under 1%?" (Liza)

"- Brent Larkin, VP of marketing, a backstabbing snake hired for his bionic ability to make you wanna buy the opposite of whatever he was selling. " (Pete)

"- Big Pharma's about finding that gray line, getting close without crossing over."

"- What I hate are insubordinate shitheels who's risk the reputation of this company. This company has no reputation 'cause you never risk shit."

"- Dr. Jack's rule. PhDs only. (Pete) - Well, none of them are PhDs. (Liza) - "Poor, hungry, and dumb." In your case, the "D" stood for "desperate". (Pete)

"- Oh, I can pay full tuition. Money's dignity. Not having to beg for a break. Can't tell you what it meant to finally be one of those people you can't shame, shake down, or fuck over." (Liza)

"- No, I mean, I don't feel any different. I feel just the fucking same. (Liza) - What is it? What? What's up your ass? (Pete) - Don't you sometimes wish that we were here 'cause we done something remarkable, something meaningful, and not because everyone's a greedy piece of shit? Ever think that? (Liza) - What do you want me to tell ya? (Pete) - Fix the programs. (Liza) - Can I see your tits? You know, I really love you. Just... (Pete) - Stop this. Stop. (Liza) - Is there any version of this where we end up fucking? (Pete) - Never. Never. (Liza)

"- Must've been good to get a greedy fuck like you to rat before you cashed out. (Pete) - Oh, you don't know me. (Liza) - I am you, Liza! We're just selfish pieces of shit. Only with you, there's no limit. (Pete) - No, I'm nothing like you. (Liza) - I hope you fucking die." (Pete)

"- The study was false? (Interviewer) - The study was accurate. Out of a test group of 200 patients under clinical observation for two years, there was only one confirmed fentanyl overdose. What they left out was that the drug was administered to opioid tolerant patients by responsable doctors who weren't being paid to crank the doses and addict people. Not only that, the clinical subjects were stage 4 cancer patients. So before abuse became an issue, most of them were dead. For non-terminal patients, they concluded that the risk of overdose and addiction were all incredibly high... because, um, well, pardon me, but no shit, it's fentanyl."

[littlyon]

Crossfire: Unraveled

Morian: I honestly do not have the time to unpack this bullshit.

Javert: Always screaming at me. Bad anger management.

Faye: I wish we had more bread.

Conall: Steer clear of this knife pervert.

Agni: Though no one would describe Petey Piranha as capable in any circumstance, his father took a bullet for Bowser during the Korean War, so now he's a general.

Bill: Time to get real into unethical science!

Charles: Dramatic, Painter, and Fashionable are defined by their love of the arts, and how much it sucks that they have to be a soldier instead.

Jem: They're just too nice for all this!

Mary: His job title is obviously false. It's like if I got promoted to "Guy Who Had An OK Time In High School."

Monique: It taught me that things were only worth doing if you did them The Most.

Silias: And now that you're jazzed and ready to go, time to fail.

Zanna: You don't have to be good at cooking for this, you just have to be good at arson.

[welkinalauda]

SPN Meme

@awed-frog​ has tagged me in - 

what season did you start watching supernatural? 3rd-ish. My bff and I would be on the phone every week dissecting the vote-out on Survivor, and at some point I realized I could be looking at the cast of SPN while we talked instead of the cast of CSI. And then they actually dragged Dean off to hell at the end of the season, and I was hooked. 

who was the first character you fell in love with? Dean

who was a character that you hated at first but grew to love? Rowena

which character would you most want to be in a long-term relationship with? I don’t do relationships, so

if you could go on just one date with one character, which one would you choose? see above

what would you do on the date? and again

which character would you most want to be like? Probably Jody? she gets her shit done.

which character would you most like to see brought back from the dead? Right now, Eileen, because the loss is fresh. On a meta level, though, Charlie - she should have been resurrected years ago, like the Christ figure she is.

which character would you most like to punch? Sully (his MO was find an unhappy kid, get them to run into traffic then oops! and poor traumatized Sully is the real victim. I still think the Zanna-prey we saw in 11x08 were part of Azazel’s next generation of special children, like baby Rosie from Salvation.)

who is your absolute favorite character? Dean.

which “big bad” do you think was the worst? For ‘most menacing,’ I’d say Azazel. He’s been overshadowed since as the boys have leveled up, but at the time he was damn scary. For ‘worst written,’ Amara, with Lilith as runner-up. I’m willing to do some work and fill in some blanks, but jfc the writers should get their world-building complete and consistent before they go charging into the dramatic moments.

which character are you most like? random cold-open witness

what death hit you the hardest? Dean - I really wasn’t expecting them to drag him off to hell like that.

what season finale hit you the hardest? again, season 3. I really, really thought they were going to do the tv-standard last-minute cop out to avoid killing the star. And, nope.

what are your ten all-time favorite episodes? Baby, definitely top of the list. Lily Sunder. Monster Movie. What Is and What Should Never Be. Pretty much all the alternate universe/ hallucination/ excessively meta episodes.

what’s been your favorite season? Season 4

who is your favorite angel? Joshua

who’s your favorite demon? Lilith. Wish we’d gotten more backstory on her.

who’s your favorite evil character? Ruby. She had a goal and she had follow-through.

do you have any supernatural ships? Sam & Eileen

who’s your favorite supporting actor? Either Kim Rhodes or Steve Williams

what’s your favorite quote from the show? I’m drawing a blank

if you could cast one famous actor in an episode of spn, who would you chose? Gerald McRaney. I think he’d be great as a hunter who knew Mary Campbell when she was a girl, and it’d get us one actor closer to a Jericho reunion.

if you could write your own episode, what kind of creature would you like to see included? Selkies. Something where the villain is the person holding the monster against its will.

who’s your favorite girl that dean’s hooked up with? Lisa

who’s your favorite girl that sam’s hooked up with? Eileen

what are some of your favorite convention moments? I’m not well-versed in the con scene - but the collaborative telling of the train story was pretty funny.

 28. if you were going to guest star (or be a recurring guest star) on        spn, how would you want your character described?

          I’d want to be the extra that keeps showing up in all the crowd scenes, wearing or doing something relevant to the episode theme. So tptb would be all, oh, no, pay no attention to the extra in the clown shoes, she doesn’t mean a thing, and @justanotheridijiton​ would keep an ever-expanding photoset of my antics.

 29. what do you hope to see in the next season?

       What I want is the US hunting community to move into the bunker, set up a central research and dispatch service, and generally be present to force Sam and Dean act like they aren’t alone on the planet. It’s past time the boys grew out of their teenage solipsism-for-two. It’d make for a richer show, too. But that’s not going to happen. So what I’m hoping for is Wayward Daughters.

 30-40. if you had to choose…

bobby or john? John

bela or ruby? Ruby

jess or madison? Jess

jo or lisa? Lisa

charlie or kevin? Charlie

balthazar or ash? Ash

cas or crowley? Crowley

ben or claire? Claire

jody or donna? Jody

sam or dean? Dean

tagging @justanotheridijiton, @sandraugiga, @messier51, @chiisana-sukima, @nemmica

(if you want to & haven't already)

[theas-bedtime-stories]

A Bedtime Story

Summary: Sam and Reader have a daughter, and it’s time to put her to bed without breaking any dreams.

Pairing: Sam x reader

Word Count: 1,671 

Warnings: None unless you count saying a fairytale creature isn’t real?

A/N: Okay so this is my entry for ‘Sam’s Birthday Celebration challange’ which is also to celebrate @impalaimagining hitting 3k followers. Congrats @impalaimagining on 3k you deserve every single one and more! I hope you like this, I know it is kind of early. Quote I got “Wait, there’s no such thing as unicorns?”. I hope you guys like this, first time writing Sammy so feedback would be much loved.

Sequel: Wild Mountain Thyme

The slowing sounds of Sam’s breathing signal that the story you are reading to your three-year-old daughter was lulling him towards sleep, whilst the bundle of blonde curled up on his chest was looking up at you with eager eyes, showing little sign of fatigue. Leaning towards Odette, you tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, as you playfully whisper, “I think Daddy is falling asleep…” With a gasp she looks up at Sam’s lazy smile, returning her attention to you she nods. Stretching out her tiny fingers to cover as much of her father’s face as possible, she taps him lightly twice before deciding that he needs her fingers in his mouth to wake him up. As he grabs her wrist he pretends to nibble her fingers, laughing as Odette looks back at you with a triumphant grin.

“More” she begs, bouncing excitedly.

Kissing her forehead, you readjust the duvet so that she is buried beneath it, whilst you and Sam curl your bodies around her fragile form. The tattered form of what once your favourite Teddy, Mr Snuggles, becomes squashed beneath your daughter’s arms; His golden fur is matted in areas and his brown, glass eyes stare up at you - Waiting.

“Are we sitting comfortably?”

Nodding in response, she beams up at you, her brows furrowing as she shakes her head dramatically.  Wiggling for a moment, she pulls Sam’s large hand onto her back, pointing at him before instructing him rather sternly (much like she has seen her mother do before):

“Stroke!”

Laughing at her stubborn huff, Sam obeys, stroking her back and her hair the way she likes it.  Continuing with the story, which you and Sam wrote for her the previous night due to her sudden obsession with unicorns, you knew you were approaching what could potentially be a scary passage. Odette is only three, and living in the bunker with you, Sammy and Dean meant that she was fully aware of some evils in the world.

“Upon discovering a secret door at the end of the gigantic forest, Odette and Sparkles the Unicorn looked at one another. Holding onto Sparkles’ mane, Odette decided to take a step forward. The door slammed shut behind them, revealing a staircase. Climbing down the narrow steps, Sparkles’ horn was the only light in the dark area. Odette was scared when she saw how dark it was, she didn’t like not knowing what monsters could be out there. Usually her daddy and mummy protected her from them, even her Uncles Cas and Dean would comfort her when it was particularly scary. But they were nowhere to be seen, still drinking their tea and eating sandwiches in the forest.”

Odette tugs at the base of the book to get your attention. Humming for her to speak, you feel your heart squeeze as you see pure terror behind her bright (Y/E/C)eyes. “Mamma?” she squeaks out. Sam raises his torso, being careful not to jog your daughter. He says, determined to see what the problem is,

“Yes Baby?”

“You and Daddy will always be close by?” she answers, her brows were deeply furrowed and tears pricking in her eyes.

“Always” you assure as you pull her onto your chest, running your fingers through her short hair.

“We will never let anything hurt you. It’s our job” Sam adds as he kisses the top of her head. “You want Mummy to stop the story?” She shakes her head violently in response. “That’s my brave little princess.”

Taking a breath, you continue on with the bedtime story. “There was enough room for them to walk side by side in the tunnel, so they held hands as they walked further inside. Suddenly, a huge shadow appeared on the wall that towered over Odette and Sparkles; they froze on the spot and shut their eyes tightly.” You pause slightly, looking down to where your daughter is burying her head into the material of her father’s new suit, her brows have become deeply furrowed from concentration. She has shut her eyes so tight that creases are becoming visible around them.

“They both shouted for help. ‘Mummy!? Daddy!? HELP!’  Just as her strong daddy appeared, ready to take down whatever monster dared to threaten his princess, they heard a small squeak and realised that it was nothing more than a tiny mouse who was living in the tunnel. The light from Sparkles’ horn had made the mouse's shadow look gigantic!”

Sam clutches Odette tightly, the muscles in his arm tensing as she attempts to break free from his ‘suffocating love’. With a laugh, you pass the book to your overgrown kid, it is his turn to read and you have to interject otherwise Odette will never get to sleep. You know that Cas gets agitated when you don’t sleep while he babysits. Speaking of which, the angel should be arriving in about 15 minutes. Indicating the time to Sam, he gives you a knowing look before telling your daughter to behave so that he can read.

He doesn’t get more than two lines in before Cas is standing at the foot of the bed, a soft smile on his face as he watches his niece trying to untangle herself from the duvet. As she scrambles across the bed, he reaches down, lifting her up as she yelps “Cassie!” over and over. As he props her against his hip, the signature trench-coat becomes balled up in her tiny fists. His expression is intense yet fond as he greets her the way he knows she finds funny (not that he understands why it’s funny). “Hello Odette”.

Turning his attention towards you two, he attempts to speak whilst she giggles knowing it will be his only chance before he is bombarded with questions, “Y/N, Sam. I will make sure she is asleep no later tha-“

“Look Unca Cas!” Odette interrupts excitedly, grabbing Cas by the cheek with one hand, using the other to point towards the notebook which is resting on the bed. “Mummy’s telling me about Sparsles the Unihorn!”

“She means Sparkles the unicorn…” you decide to clarify, seeing Cas’ look of utter confusion.

When his expression doesn’t change you can feel Sam beginning to shift uncomfortably, undoubtedly over-thinking - worried that there was something bad that Cas isn’t telling you. His head hangs as he rubs his thumb along the palm of his hand - he mulls over whether or not to bring it up. His eyes meet the brilliant blue of Cas’ once he makes a decision. “Cas, what’s wrong?”

“I do not understand your reasoning for telling your young stories about creatures who do not exist. What is the purpose?” You silently thank the stars that Cas speaks in a manner which your daughter sometimes struggles to fully comprehend. Otherwise her whole world would have just come down around her.

“Mamma what did Unca Cassie say?” Taking in her large eyes, spilling over with confusion, you see Cas turn to explain.

“Nothing important baby girl” You interject, deciding that you are the only one who can solve this situation as Sam was staring into space beside you. “It is just so that they get to keep their innocence for a while, same reason that there are Zanna’s. It’s fun and provides them with a little more light in this dark world. Also –“ You don’t get to finish your explanation as a quiet cough comes from beside you.

Timidly, with all the emotion of a toddler who received nothing from Santa, Sam looks between you and Cas. “Wait, there’s no such thing as unicorns?” His voice is barely more than a whisper but your daughter still hears him loud and clear.

You begin laughing, but cut yourself off when you notice how deadly serious he is. His face mirrors that of the three year old in her uncle’s arms whose eyes have grown wide, tears pooling at the edges. A tiny ‘o’ is where her mouth should be, both her and Sam are looking at you intently, waiting for confirmation.

Cas shrugs when you turn to him for help, aware that it was he who put you in this situation in the first place. Swallowing, you run your fingers down Sammy’s cheek, your eyes flitting between the two young hearts before you. Switching on the voice you tend to reserve for when either of them wake in the middle of the night with bad dreams, you purr a response. “Babe, if you believe in something hard enough, than it must be real”.

Getting up from the bed, Sam follows suit, watching as you take your relieved-looking daughter out of her uncle’s arms. “What do we know?” you ask, as your eyes meet hers. “There is always a little magic...” you state as your rub your nose against Odette’s, your (Y/H/C) hair tickling her face in the process - “All you need is faith.” Gently, you lay her down in her bed, tucking her duvet in around her. “Trust,” you add as you look up at Sam, your eyes muttering silent declarations of love , before you look at Cas – he gives a slight nod of the head in response. “And pixie dust.” With that final ingredient you lay Mr Snuggles beside her, kissing her forehead in the process.

Sam slots his large, familiar, calloused hand into yours, as you step back and watch Castiel, your family’s guardian angel, sit beside your contented daughter. As you and Sam are walking out the door, ready to enjoy your evening out, you realise you forgot to say goodnight. Turning round, your spare hand still on the door frame, you finish your nightly ritual. “Goodnight, sweetie.”

As an afterthought, Sam adds to the end of your sentence “Be good for Uncle Cas. Me, Mummy and Uncle Dean are going to go find some magic.”

Together you make the same promise you do every time you walk out the bunker doors. “We promise we will be here when you wake up.”

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