#misha created history I swear

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

Remember that "if straights had to come out" scene in Love, Simon?

Misha must've seen it, because he really said: "Bet".

[lorilane33]

Chicon 2017

Okay. So this is my write up of what my weekend was like in Chicago this past weekend. I flew in Friday morning and left the hotel Monday morning. This is 1,700 words and if you don’t want to read it, I’m totally fine with it. 

This convention is my second this year. Hell, it’s my second this SUMMER. I was lucky enough to buy the winning t-shirt for the gold pass in Rob Benedict’s Rock God campaign. I arrived Friday morning at 8:30am and saw the meager line of women waiting for preregistration to start. If you know me, you know that I am an extrovert. However, I tend to have a lot of introverted tendencies when I’m around people I don’t know. I tend to seek out the background and fly under the radar, but since I was alone at this con I KNEW I had to step out of my comfort zone and make some friends fast or else I would be alone and bored. So I went over to a group of girls who were talking animatedly about something related to Supernatural (what, I can’t remember), and I just sat down and started talking with them. Instantly I felt a connection with three of them, and one of them turned out to be the girl I ran around with alllllllll weekend.

I had my photo op with Rob that day, and I told him that I was the gold pass winner for his campaign and he was so excited that I chose Chicon to attend. He then remembered me for the rest of the weekend and whenever I saw him he’d ask how my weekend was going. I also listened to Kim and Briana’s panel, which made me cry twice. Briana for being amazingly emotional and proud of Wayward Daughters, and Kim for being so amazing in telling her story. She’s become such an inspiration to me when it comes to taking control of your brokenness and putting yourself back together, and being okay that there are scars. I then cried when I met her at her auto table. I told her about how she’s inspired me, and then I started crying and she reached across to hold my hand while she gave her response. Gah I freaking love that woman. Friday Night Karaoke was a blast, and insane like always. Moving into Saturday.

I was in the costume contest, and @sdavid09  was too! We had no idea though until later that day. After the contest I decided I NEEDED a picture with Mark since I was dressed as Demon!Dean and it was too perfect. So I speed-walked my face off to the ops table and bought a Mark photo op and speed-walked down to the photo room, making it with five minutes to spare before he had to go up for his panel. The photo turned out AMAZINGGGGG (but because of the nature of my job I’m not going to post it. If you’d like to see my ops, I am more okay with sending them through a message if you’d like. :) ). I met up with @sassy-losechester then I went to @sdavid09‘s room and played Supernatural Clue while eating pizza with her and @hannah-addicted while I waited for the concert to start. IT WAS AMAZING AS ALWAYS. We had tea lights for Rob when he sang “She Waits”, and he cried. It was a very touching moment. THEN SUNDAY ROLLED AROUND.

I went to the gold panel with J2 and laughed so hard. I was so glad to have had the opportunity to listen to those goofballs live. Then came their afternoon panel, and that was just as good, if not better. Jared and Jensen have both become such important people in my life and I wouldn’t be who I am today without their inspiration in my life. Jared, for his campaigns and raising awareness of mental illnesses that are a real thing, but are looked down upon. He gave me the courage to speak out about my struggles and to be proud of the fact that I’m still fighting, I’m here for a reason, and my story can be used to help other people.

And Jensen. Holy oh my lanta this man. People always asked me in college why I loved Supernatural so much and I always brought up the fact that the actors themselves are incredible people, which would lead into a conversation about what each of the three boys (Jensen, Jared and Misha) have done for me. Jared is easy. See above paragraph. Misha is easy. He reminds me that kindness makes the world go round and that it’s important to help others. But when I’d get to Jensen, I could only ever think of how he’s come out of his shell in the past few years with his singing. But that hadn’t really have a positive impact on my life, or inspired me to be a better me. I was extroverted, I put myself out there a lot and was generally friends with everyone. So I just tagged him onto the YANA campaign with Misha (at this time the I AM ALIVE network had not been created yet). And I’d move along to the next topic. Little did I know though, Jensen’s courage DID end up inspiring me, just, three years later than I hoped it would. If you know me at all, and/or you have talked to me regularly enough for me to actually talk to you about deep dark stuff, you know that I’ve had a pretty rough go at this whole mother/daughter relationship thing. And more times than not I’ve probably told you a story or five to help reiterate the level of unhealthy my relationship with my mother was at. Up until the last six or so months that is.

I had been watching con video after con video, finding solace in the conversations that were taking place within the fandom and the cast. As I watched, I realized that over the years Jensen has gotten progressively more involved in the singing part of things to the point where he’s singing at some SNS, and recording on Jason’s albums. I finally thought to myself ‘if Jensen can get the guts to do something like this and not go cry in a hole, then I can have a simple conversation with my mother.’ So I did. We talked. We have had FOUR heart to hearts over the last six months, and now our relationship is basically what it should have been for the last fifteen years. I would not have bit the bullet if it hadn’t of been for Jensen.

SOOOO. Not sorry about the rant, it was lead up to what happened on Sunday. When I got to Chicon, I had every intention of getting EITHER a Jared/Misha OR a Jensen/Misha photo op. Just so I could have one of the boys in my weekend. But ask @arryn-nyxx @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog and @dustycelt. I was debating back and forth for WEEKS about which op I wanted to get. Well I ended up with both. I couldn’t decide, and I love them both and owe them so much.

I go through the Jensen/Misha op, and I had it look like we were taking a selfie while making faces, no problems, and really hardly any interaction. We were all on a time crunch to get Misha to the airport and they were BOOKING IT through those ops. And like five minutes later I was back downstairs for my Jared/Misha. I get up to the front of the line and look at MIsha and go, “Hey! We’re taking a selfie again,” and he goes, “Okay sounds good!” and I took my place between them for the photo. Chris was standing there fiddling with his camera for a few seconds, so we were just waiting. But then Jared, being Jared, started dancing along to the music that was playing in the photo op room. Not only was he dancing, he was full on grinding up against my hip as the music played. Full on Padalecki butt to my hip contact was happening. I was so dumbfounded that all I could do was start laughing and say, “JARED!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” as he was bumping me into Misha at this point. Then the dork starts laughing his big belly laugh, which makes me laugh harder, and then at that point Chris decides he’s ready to take the picture. Jared being the actor he is went into serious mode and made the face perfectly, while I’m still standing there trying to make a face through my tears and laughter. And then as I walked away he freaking winked at me. That man, I swear. 

After the hilarity that happened with Jared it was time for autos with J2. I got up to Jared’s table, and we talked about the semicolon tattoo I have that I plan on adding on to, and I told him thank you for everything. I received a very animated high five and another wink as I moved on. Then I got to Jensen’s line and started to get nervous. I knew I had to tell him thank you, but in a way that was positive and not crossing any lines. I made my way through the line and finally arrived in front of him and my moment had come. As he was signing my coffee mug I simply said his name to get his attention, and then proceeded to thank him from the bottom of my heart for what he’s done for me, and what he’s helped me accomplish. The rest of the moment is a very personal one and became more intimate than I ever thought it would be, and I feel like keeping that part to myself. But tears were shed, and I will forever be grateful for Jensen being in my life. Some of you know exactly what took place between Jensen and myself, and that means that you know about my history with my mom and you knew how big this moment was for me. I had every intent of thanking him when I got to Chicon this year, and I wanted you to know that I succeeded. If you don’t know, that’s okay. Just know that Jensen has one of the biggest hearts I’ve ever seen and he truly cares, so very much.

[mooseintheocean]

jensen needed that hug so badly it was so sweet and jareds face was so happy during the hug and he just kind of fell into jensen's arms, I just love j2 SO MUCH

Hi Anon, yes, yes, yes. 1000000x  ^this^  

I just… Okay, so I’ve been thinking after watching so many angles of The 2k17 Hug and I hope you don’t mind me using your ask to post what I think about it. Bear with me :)

EDIT: The post turned out longer then I thought it would be, so I’ve put it under the cut, together with photographic evidence ;)  

As we all know by now, Jensen was very emotional after his meeting with a counselor from suicide hotline YANA helped set up. He actually needed a break during his autos. Then during his panel with MC he got emotional again, talking about getting emotional before.

This was kinda of what got me… So signing autographs and some of you guys were probably a part of the situation. I don’t know if you remember when Misha walked up with her [the counselor] and said, “hey, she’s one of the counselors that is part of what we set up. I hadn’t- I hadn’t actually… That hasn’t been personified for me yet. So I spoke to you for a brief second and it was something like, was it 50 hours? 50 hours you spent on the phone and, and she walked away and hit me. That was 50 hours, and it’s hitting me now, shit, that something that was span out of this [pointing at the audience] and out of this [pointing at M and himself] could help people to that degree to where there was a verified person to counsel somebody or people for that amount of time and she was one of them. And I know there’s many of them. And it hit me hard and I get to look at you and I get to see you guys and I know you all have a story and I wish I could hear and talk to every one of you. I don’t- I don’t have that opportunity but knowing that something that I was a part of, helped create that [pause] That betters people and inspires people to be a better person because, and Jared shared this with me, he’s like no one can help you but yourself. You are the only person that can help yourself, but if you get inspired by something, if something touches you and inspires you and makes you believe something that then helps you help yourself, then that’s important. And she’s doing important things and the fact that I was a small molecule of the being that helped many people. And I don’t know. It hit me really, really hard and I had to take a breather, I take a knee. And yeah, so I went upstairs to Daniela’s room. She was like, you need to come upstairs and I’m like, [pretending to cry] “Yeah, I think I do”. [people applauding] Oh right, oh right. I remember walking, walking up to her room. I didn’t make it. So I held out for like, maybe like 70 more autographs, I was like [grunts, trying not to cry] “thank you”, [grunts, trying not to cry] “thank you”, [grunts, trying not to cry] “thank you”… We were walking and I just was like, “no, no, you’re not going to make it to the elevator”. And I just sat there and Jared just like grabbed me and hugged me and it was like one of those moments where it’s like this, this shouldn’t exist. Like from a- from a point of view that is like a television show actor-fan relationship, like this probably shouldn’t exist. It exists, guys, we feel you and mean shit-ton to us. You really do.

Other than that, he seemed pretty relaxed and playful. Actually after watching that panel I finally understood why people were freaking out about the amounts of alcohol available to them - Jensen was drunk (FFS he opened up his pants without being prompt to, Jensen Ackles unzipped his pants on stage because he wanted to, like WTF?!). M wasn’t as much/at all (he was the voice of reason during that panel, which surprises me), but Jensen was already intoxicated when he got on the stage, even before Daniela brought more “apple juice”. [Side note: that lady has some major crush on Jensen, like OMG relax woman, he’s not interested, lol sorry, where were I? Ah okay] So yeah drunk. Especially behaving like one at the beginning. But no, wait, it doesn’t matter here.

The Hug!

So, Jensen was emotional and needed a hug. He got one from Jared right when he left the autos room

And Jared waited for him after the autos as well [may I just add, if Jared waited for me literally ON me I wouldn’t mind at all].

Too cute I swear [x  x]

He also got a lot of hugs from everyone backstage and on stage. So he really got a lot of love when he needed it and it’s lovely and amazing. And I’m jealous of his friends ;p

But then, not 5 minutes later something I like to refer as The 2k17 Hug happened (and it’s not even the middle of the year and yet I think it’ll be the best of 2017; I wouldn’t mind being wrong, if we’d get something even better).  And this is why wrote everything above. Because The Hug isn’t only about Jensen needing support from Jared, which he clearly needed, looking at what he said and how he said it, and his reaction. But it’s also about Jensen being so protective of his boy, giving him support as much as taking it from Jared. It’s like they’re sharing the support. Ykwim? But I also think Jensen wanted to show them Jared’s his boy, ever the possessive!husband, and seeing Jared so happy walking into the crowd, high-fiveing fans and just being good and not barely keeping it together like last year (or Chuck no, two years ago when he wasn’t even there with them and we know now it wasn’t just feeling down and needing rest, this was dead serious, literally) and I think he was just so happy his boy was right there and whole.

He very deliberately wanted to hug Jared.

Lemme show you what I mean by that:

So, they came out saying one last goodbye to fans outside the stage room (and it’s so cute, coz these people didn’t get to be in the stage room, only watching the panels on the screens outside)

[Nice hip grab, Jared. I know how necessary it is to do it when you want to go around someone. What’s funny is Jensen didn’t even flinch or move actually. #casualintimacy] Again from different angle, because it’s worth it. ;)

Okay, so the sneaky touches are out of the way and Jared’s starting his journey through the crowd - again super cute and kinda brave, even when there’s a bodyguard running behind him, some of them could be crazy fangirls, wouldn’t be surprised if one of them would just lunge at him, but anyway. This is what Jensen sees as Jared’s running away (shhh, it’s totally important, because the fans make a perfect little stage for them, and for Jensen to initiate this awesomeness):

If I had to choose the moment Jensen decided make the fans sing again and follow Jared this would be it, right after Jared runs away:

And then he put his plan into the motion:

One more time, one more time [x]

And then well, we all know what happened. Jensen follows his boy, singing to him, complete with a hand on the heart and pointing. Jared’s sings back. What a sight it must’ve been for the people witnessing it live. Them singing to each other, looking into each others eyes, like there was no one around them.

And this is it. Jensen going in for the hug. Arms open, inviting. I think Jared was maybe a little bit surprised Jensen would initiate a hug like this, so he high-fives his man, but once he realizes what Jensen asks for exactly, he just slumps over on Jensen and let’s Jensen carry his weight and hug him. And you can see the strength with which Jared fell into Jensen. The way the impact just rocks Jensen back. 

Oh that hand in his hair, super supportive and possessive af, add to that the other hand which after a little wondering ends up on his neck. Ah, it should be named one of world’s wonders. No kidding.

And that slowly rocking side to side, singing in Jared’s ear to cry no more. Especially in his arms. And those closed eyes are going to kill me some day. So much intimacy.

[THE 2k17 HUG’s GIF CREDIT]

And Jensen doesn’t want to let Jared go. Clings to him as long as he can. Jared tapping out, and my headcanon is that that second butt slap, right at the end is a promise, later Jensen, we’ll cuddle it out later, baby.

The butt slaps are a whole different conversation, but just to put it super short, I associate Js slapping each others butts with a very supportive gesture, like ‘great job’ or ‘i’m right here next to you’ depending on a context, ofc.

So the hug, yes. It’s amazing and I kinda think keeping his boy safe and happy in his arms it’s what really gives Jensen all the support he needs in that moment (giving Jared’s history with May).

Oh wow, okay, so this answer turned out a little bit different then I excepted, but *shrugs*

I hope you are okay with it, sweet Anon.

Sorry for the ramblings, it’s just… J2 tried to kill me this past weekend.

[kaitymccoy123]

((I am queuing up a bunch of posts for the next couple days so I can still participate but I am still hiding away from tumblr))

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1. Always post these rules

2. Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you

3. Write 11 questions of your own

4. Tag 11 people

Tagged by @mccoymostly

WARNING YOU RIGHT NOW THAT THIS IS PROBABLY GOING TO BE FILLED WITH LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA PRAISE SO BE PREPARED.

1. What’s your absolute favorite scene from any film?

I have honestly thought about this question all day.  I have a very, very hard time picking favourites, for ANYTHING, especially books and movies.

One scene I loved was from The Fault In Our Stars and I thought it was really well done.  It is the scene where you know Augustus is going to die **spoilers** and Hazel is sleeping, but then the phone rings.  And you know.  You just know what the phone call means and I swear my heart broke with her as she just turned inwards on herself and started to sob.  Beautifully done.    

2. What’s the most terrible book you’ve ever read?

There have been a few, but I am actually going to switch the question to the most terrible MOVIE you ever seen.  I may rant for a minute.  

I hate stupid movies.  And I know that sounds really obvious to say but like I hate stupid humour movies where it is just dirty jokes and stupid boys the whole time, for example, 21 Jump Street, or Step Brothers, or things like that.  My entire family and all my friends know I hate those movies and if I walk in while they are watching one they will flat out tell me it is one of those kinda movies and I will shrug and walk out.  I hate them.  

But my all time least favourite movie was Napolean Dynamite.  Please nobody shoot me but me and my brother couldn’t make it halfway through that movie because it was so dumb.  I hate stupid humour.  :)

3. Star Trek NoTP, and why?

I had a hard time warming up to Spones for a while, and still am pretty iffy about it because I just don’t think they would work that well together.  They are both stubborn beyond belief, so it would take a hell of a long time for either of them to even admit that they liked each other, at all, and there would be a lot of arguements.  

4. The four most badass humans to ever walk the earth? If you’re feeling it, I’d love to hear your justification. ;)

KAITY IS DEFINITELY NOT A HISTORY BUFF SO THESE ARE PROBS GOING TO BE ALIVE PEOPLE.

((I have also just filled these out and realize I should probably change the question to ‘The four most influential nerds to ever walk the earth’ because that’s where my mind went.  Kaity does not dig deep.  Kaity does not know a lot of famous people, especially famous historic people.  So these are basically nerdy celebrities.))

1.  Lin-manuel Miranda: Of freakin course.  He is ridiculously talented, the cutest cutie pie ever, and humble on top of that.  He works to inspire creators, young and old, and I look up to him in every way.  

2.  John Green: Once again, nerdy with a purpose, my kinda people I guess.

3. Misha Collins: though I am not an avid SPN watcher (though I have seen up to season 9) I have seen posts about Misha Collins and all the stuff he does and all the charities he runs and things and I think that’s awesome.

4. John Barrowman: once again not an avid Doctor Who watcher (though I have seen up to the eleventh doctor) I think John Barrowman is another nerdy with a purpose type, someone to change people’s views on the world.

5. The fictional character you identify most with, and why?

SO MANY TO CHOOSE FROM.

Right now I would honestly have to say Scotty.  

I would say my favourite character is still Bones but since I did my little kinda meta-analysis on Scotty, I realize him and I are very much the same.  

We are kind, soft, and appear very positive, upbeat and willing to help, and we are all those things, but we are often taken for granted and our easily trusting nature is sometimes used against us.  We are gentle and docile, but will turn on you at a drop of a hat if you break our trust or try to hurt our friends.  We will go to the ends of the earth to help people, so much so that it is sometimes exhausting.  One-on-one is best for us, and are generally quite quiet, but if you get us talking about something we are passionate about we could talk your ear off for days. -I am also 100% sure he is Hufflepuff (as I am) and I will fight you on this. (I have so much more but Imma hold back to keep this post relatively short)

6.If you could hang out with one person for a day, living or dead, who would you pick, and why?

Once again, my true and honest answer would be Lin-Manuel Miranda.  I just think it would be an amazing day, and I could share my writing ideas with him and my passion for nursing, and I just think he would be a really good listener. I honestly really just want to talk to the guy just to tell him how much he inspires me, not only with all his wonderful musical talents, but also as a person, because he advocates for loving things with your whole heart and expressing that in every way possible.  Also he maybe would take me to go see Hamilton and with that I would die.  

7. What character, from any source, do you think gives the best kisses, and why?

My mind can only think Star Trek at the moment and I honestly would probably say Jim would.  I think he would have the most skill and practice and be able to be receptive to your skill and comfort set.  But I wouldn’t turn down a chance to kiss Bones either. ;)

8. Who is your favorite artist (any medium; this can be interpreted broadly), and why?

**tries to think of any other person than Lin-Manuel Miranda** **cannot**  He is an artist in every sense of the word.  The way he is with words and music is astonishingly inspiring and I can’t sing his praises enough.  

9. What’s your favorite theoretical crossover? In other words, what characters, from different fandoms, would you like to see interact, or who would you like to see thrown into a different universe? I hope this question makes sense, guys.

I think a Guardians of the Galaxy/Star Trek crossover would be hilarious.  But I guess timelines don’t quite work out.  

10. Who is your favorite iconic scientist, and which of their contributions do you find most significant?

Kaity is not a history buff and whenever we talk about the history of whatever we are learning I kinda zone out because I like to focus more on the future than the past but I will scrounge around for something.  

I guess Florence Nightingale, for pioneering modern-day nursing?  That’s pretty darn awesome.  

11. If you could remake any movie, in any way you want, what movie would you pick, and what would you change?

This one took me a while, and that is only because I could only think of book-to-movie adaptations where I would actually know how to change something.  The only one I could think of was Divergent (it’s the one I most recently watched) and I would change two things:  

1. Add in the scene where Tris falls off the ferris wheel and Four saves her.

2. Have their first kiss be actually where it’s supposed to be, near the chasm, sitting on rocks together.  I thought that the way they did it was too overdone, too predictable.  

Bonus?  If you could make any contribution to any field (cure any illness, make any discovery, invent any technology, write any book or create any art, be remembered for anything), what would it be, and why?

I would definitely say anything to do with nursing honestly.  I want to be remembered as the nurse that held your baby while you weren’t there, while you had to go take care of your other kids and you felt so safe leaving them with me.  I want to be remembered as the nurse that saw the change in vitals and new something was terribly wrong with your child and reported it right away so it could be fixed.  I want to be remembered as the nurse that wouldn’t give up on your child when it seemed like everyone else would.  I want to be remembered as your child’s favourite nurse.  

I would love to rid the world of any childhood illness ever, so I didn’t have to become a pediatric nurse, but I do, so I want to be remembered for that.  

Kaity’s 11 Questions:

What person do you most look up to in the world and why?

What book really spoke to you, maybe even changed your view on things, and how did it do that?

If you could spend the afternoon snuggled on a couch watching a movie with a fictional character, who would it be?

If you are in a bad mood, do you prefer to be left alone or have someone to cheer you up?

Do you judge a book by it’s cover (literally or figuratively)?

What’s the one thing that people always misunderstand about you?

What is your Harry Potter house and do you feel you were sorted correctly?

Do you consider yourself an introvert or an extrovert?

What is your favourite colour?  Why?

What’s your most listened to song?

What celebrity would you trade lives with?

Tagging: @mccoymostly, @yourtropegirl @imagicana @captainsbabysitter-blog @digitalmoonhowell @trekken81 @atari-writes @outside-the-government @starshiphufflebadger @youre-on-a-starship​ and anyone else who wants to answer them!

[wildflowerfiction77]

Tales of Scarcity: Fiction 2

Hunters of the Supernatural

 Written by Daniel Vera

 Characters created by Ruben Vera

in Tales of Scarcity

 Chapter One

El Dia de Corazon 

 Some things he remembers clearly.   Like the day his brother said, “They were after you.”  Alfonso Cesar Cortez was a College Professor at the State University.  He was teaching full time in Ancient Civilizations. He was going on ten years of teaching there at the age of 38.  It was a long trek.  He never in his wildest dreams would have believed anything that was happening in his current life would be possible.  He never believed in the supernatural.    

First off, everyone he knows thinks he is crazy, paranoid or on drugs.  A few of 

them are trying to kill him.  And some of them are possessed.  His ex-wife and his 10 year old son are amongst them.  But that is a little later in the story.  It all started when he found a pair of sunglasses at the used book store in Egypt when on vacation with his then wife, Susan Evans, a famous romantic novelist.  He had purchased them, though it seemed like someone had left them there and the store owner gladly took the money.  They were a peculiar type glass, almost like a quartz or ruby crystal.  His eyes were bothering him, and the glasses seemed to clear his vision.  

They did have a changing tint to them.  Sometimes reddish, sometimes gold and sometimes aqua green.  They visited an ancient church in the desert, and along with some of the locals, they were baptized.  They weren’t religious, so they did it for the experience.  But something had happened.  He was able to see beyond people’s persona. He started seeing beyond their physical selves and into their inner selves.  At first he thought he heard some distant conversations, but no one else was there, it was the inner conversation of the people around him, but blurry.  He began to have premonitions, like a sixth sense.  He thought it must have been the food or the water.

When they returned to the States, it slowed down.  But every once in a while, he would see movement when things weren’t there.  He finally blamed it on the glasses.  He put them in storage and never thought twice, it was some side effects of the substance of the lenses.  His wife had finished her newest book and announced she was pregnant.  Alfonso was ecstatic.  He had just received his Masters and had an opportunity to teach part time at the University.  He was sure he would get a full time position as soon as it opened up and they were doing alright financially.  Again, life gave him another twist of fate, and he found out Susan was having an affair with her Agent around the first year of their son, Josephs birth.  

He couldn’t feel to bad, because he was spending a lot of time with a female co-worker at the college.  Andromeda Romanos Vitalis, a Greek clerical secretary in the Admissions department.  Soon after they developed a steamy relationship.  They were doing well until some bad luck bestowed her family in Greece and she had to move back.  They saw each other off and on, but they ultimately decided to end it after a while.  During this time, Susan and Alfonso began fighting more about domestic issues and money.  She had ran through a few different relationships.  The affair with her Agent didn’t last, he liked strip clubs in the city.  Her tennis instructor was a summer fling.  She was seeing a professional boxer at one point.  She decided to live out her books instead of writing them.  She had a vodka and powder habit for a moment, but she seemed to kick them when she married a Doctor.  Dr. Michael O’Hara.  It couldn’t have been written more cliche.  

The ten years quickly passed and Alfonso got the full time position and started to settle into his career.  Amongst dating some of his well bestowed female students every so often, and frequenting the singles bars, he was a decent father.  During that time, he did delve into his studying.  He tried to travel as much as possible, at first to meet with Andromeda, then to other locations that had meaning in Ancient History.  He started to fancy whiskey and cigars along with guns and other weapons he found through his travels.  He became pretty good at hand to hand combat and would use that to clear his mind and zero him out.  That was until he found out that he had blundered into an Ancient Curse, in the same book store he had visited 10 years prior.  This is where the story begins, that to one that is involved, it does not seems real.  

 Chapter Two

El Muerto Vivo

 Alfonso at the time of his 38th birthday completed his work day like any other day.  He woke up in the morning to a strong cup of freshly ground coffee brewing by a girl he met at the uptown singles bar a few weeks ago, Sharen; a redhead that liked to play ruff in the bed.  It was good for his cardio.  She was wearing his dress shirt and nothing else. She had the body of a dancer.  The relationship was purely physical, and they used up the morning proving it.  

Grabbing a quick hot pocket, he rushed out of his apartment to pick up his son for school, as his son had a field trip to go to.  Alfonso had bought him a special phone watch that had just hit the market.  It had all the gadgets technology could afford.  He picked him up at his mother’s place.  Susan answers the door in her work out clothes.  She always gives a condescending smirk when greeting him, just before she uses her full form and enchantress ways to play the seductress role that they both partake.  In her best Marilyn Monroe, which is pretty damn good, she sings him happy birthday.  

Joseph runs out and is ready for the school field trip to the state capital.  He is oblivious to anything but his new shoes and hat.  He runs past them and gets in the car, calling for his father to hurry up.  He wants to be early.  After a long hug from his ex, he drives the Camero to exceeding speeds and gets to the school early like requested.  Before the young boy ventures out, his father gives him the new watch.  He tries to explain what the watch is, but Joseph says he already knows and thanks his dad before running off.  

Alfonso gets to his school a little late, like the whole semester he has been.  He runs into his boss on the way up the stairs to his 11 am class. He swears they must be following him.  Dr. Mick Clooney, a towering figure always dressed in as much black as he can.  He must only own black suits and ties.  His accent says he’s from South Africa, but he’s been in the U.S. for quite some time.  A blond haired, blue eyed man, most likely a descendant from Germany, around 6’3, 230 pounds.  He wonders how this man even got into this profession.  He looks like he should be a retired MMA fighter that can still fight.  At every faculty function, he just stands there answering any in coming questions and usually sipping a hot tea.  He never is the first one to initiate an interaction unless job related, usually to reprimand.  They started working at the college around the same time.  He was promoted around 5 years ago to Dean of the History Department.  The previous Dean had passed away in a car accident.  He was an older gentleman, Dr. Henry Shoemaker.  He was the person who encouraged Alfonso to apply for the job. 

 Dr. Clooney says to Alfonso, “Are you late again Mr. Cortez?”

 Alfonso replies, “It’s my birthday, I got caught up in traffic.”

 Dr. Clooney ends the conversation with, “See me in my office after you finish your class.”

 “Shit, and my day started to good.”  He thinks to himself as he walks into a classroom full of 35 students waiting to pass a class they don’t want to take, but are required to.  He unclips his briefcase with a thumb-drive that has the years lectures safely saved from prying eyes.  The computer gives him problems once again.  It’s a persistent bug that has plagued the semester.  He improvises instead for the hour on the South American Amazon and how the idea of Wonder Woman fits into the lost mythology; ancient civilizations, got to love it. 

In front of the class for the whole semester, sits one the most gorgeous 21 year old woman he has ever seen.  There seems to be one every year.  Most years he has been able to fend them off either by indifference or keeping busy.  They usually seem to be persistent, and very persuasive,  running into him around town, or at social functions.  This year, Misha Michelle, a brunette with green eyes, a sharp tongue and a sure double for Megan Fox, with the body of Salma Hayek, likes to stay after class and ask questions.  Normally he answers and does office work, but he ran into her a few weeks ago at an ice cream shop after a night out at the bars, and they had a moment in the bathroom.  Since then, he has found it hard to look away when she wears mini skirts and loose tank tops.  She gives him a birthday present after class in a broom closet no one frequents. 

He quickly finds himself on the way to the Deans office.  In transit he runs into a few co workers.  Standing at the secretary’s desk is his long time rival, Jason Burgs, a fellow Historian. Jason and Alfonso met a few years ago when Mr. Burgs was hired as an Art History professor.  Turns out he is qualified to take Alfonso’s job as well.  He seems to be around when things are not going well for Alfonso.  The bald head, bearded man, gives him a tip of the hat of his fedora as they pass by each other.  Alfonso would quickly beat the tar out this skinny man if he would not lose his job over it.  

 Chapter Three

Lamentum por el Fin

 Alfonso is on a plane to Egypt.  It is three months later from when he walked into the office.  Dean McClooney had been waiting for him.  The conversation started very cold and ended somewhere in the Arctic.  He still doesn’t quite understand what McClooney was hinting at.  He goes through it in his head as he sits in coach.  He was reprimanded for a poor semester performance.  There were issues on his lack of enthusiasm, preparation, and not following the syllabus.  His long rants on subjects of the supernatural and folklore of Ancient Civilizations had began worrying his co-workers and students.  For the life of him, he didn’t know which ones, other than Burgs and a couple of other rambunctious ego driven student; he fails to recall their names. So they agreed to a one year, paid leave hiatus.  

So Alfonso decided to make a five week vacation to Egypt to finish a paper he started.  More importantly though, to find the shop in which he first picked up the glasses that sparked his interest in the unknown.  The summer before his last semester at the University, he found the pair of glasses on his kitchen table.  He figured his son had discovered them while burrowing to find some materials for his school projects in the attic.  As memorabilia, he decided to wear them every so often.  The girl he was seeing at the time seemed��to like them.  She was into retro culture.  He actually thought they were pretty cool.  He was going through his midlife crises.  He started noticing more symbols than normal in advertisements, movies and mass media in general that pertained to ancient folklore than normal.  It was a new wave of glorification for some pretty dark histories and cults.  He also started seeing them in city mason buildings.  He knew it was a dangerous subject, so he tried to unsee them.  

Then he started noticing his dreams were being invaded by an outside source.  They started to veer towards subject matter that was abnormal to his normal train of thoughts.  Strangers would look at him with recognition, and often be holding those symbols he saw in the media, and now in his dreams.  It wasn’t long before his acquaintances would bring up weird subjects, as well as his students and family, like dark matter and time traveling.  They started questioning him about his personal life and even his intimate life.  He was sure they were watching him on video survey-lance in his bedroom, car and even bathroom.  He started losing money in the stock market, in which he usually did quite well.  Everything took a serious turn on him, and he thought these glasses might have something to do with it, especially when he started to notice a change in Susan and Joseph.

As he slept on the plane, he again started to have an unfamiliar dream.  It was a forced projection of an underground city.  The city was abandoned and underwater.  He was looking for gold treasure.  He was able to breathe underwater and move almost like normal, dressed in a business suit.  He started noticing the sea life as he was digging and moving old cars and T.V.’s.  At first, they were sea horses and clown fish, turtles and dolphins.  Then the dream became more aggressive, with sharks and octopuses swimming around him.  He didn’t panic, but rather kept digging and moving man made objects out of the way.  Soon he found a golden crown with jewels from around the world inside of a treasure chest of gold.  The last thing he remembers is a vast amount of piranhas that began to eat the sharks.  Then he woke up.  

He had landed and found himself in Egypt.  He made his way through the city as he took in the sights.  It was still vaguely familiar.  He remembered the heat as the taxi sat in traffic.  It seems he found the taxi with no air conditioner.  He cracks open the wind in hopes there is a breeze.  A boy shows up and speaking broken English, shows him a basket of Egypt memorabilia.  Included are buttons, flags, key chains, maps, travel guides and toy robots.  The robots are programmed with three patriotic saying from Egypt, about the size of a palm.  He decided to go with a travel guide, just to have something to mark in as he makes his way to the shop he was anxious to find again.  

They finally make it to the Hotel.  Famished and jet lagged, he decides to check in and clean up, before ordering room service and taking a nap.  When he wakes up, it is around midnight in Egypt.  He decides to start working on his paper on Carl Yung.  It started off being a dissertation on the connection of the pyramids and dreams.  He’s been working on it for a while.  

 Chapter Four

La Dama

 Noon, he arrives at the shop.  To his surprise, it is exactly how he remembers.  It’s as if nothing had changed.  The little old man behind the counter was now missing.  The smell of incense fills the air as the low light of candles and sunlight through drapes reveal the many treasures on the shelves.  Books, jewelry, small statues made of multiple precious materials, dolls, intricate boxes of craftsmanship, tapestry’s, and crystals fill most of the store.  He doesn’t remember it having so many highly expensive commodities.  

A woman’s voice pierces the low cultural music’s atmosphere.  She is a tall, slender Egyptian beauty unrivaled by any woman he has ever seen.  Her slow movement and warm honey voice asks if she can help him in her native tongue.  She wears a gown of royalty and the jewelry to match.  He is astonished that she would be in such an occupation in such a hidden place.  He hesitates to answer, forgetting what he came to do.  She smiles and speaks in English, asking the same question.  Somehow that breaks his spell, and he quickly fumbles a response.  He greets her and complements her on her beauty and her shop.  She responds humbly. 

He then begins to speak in Egyptian, and asks about the old man, and tells her the story of when he was last in the shop.  Her gaze seems to penetrate into his mind.  Uneasy, his level of breathing begins to heighten and he accidentally bumps into a relic with his elbow as he was reaching for the glasses to show her.  A vase falls, breaking their connection.  A man, seemingly from no where appears as he caches the vase before hitting the floor.  A tall burly man with a thick beard dressed in traditional Egyptian regalia, stands next to him with a smile, holding the vase.  He speaks in English with a thick accent in a deep voice, and greets the American, commenting on how he looks like an Egyptian himself as he sets down the vase in the fallen spot.  

Alfonso gathers himself, and returns the greeting.  Forgetting about the glasses, he asks if the previous owner was anywhere near.  The woman answers, explaining that she is the granddaughter of the man he speaks of and that she is now the caretaker of the shop.  The man next to them is her cousin and co-owner of the store as well.  She continues about the store, as she talks about the importance of each object and the ancient ties they have to their country.  She asks about the glasses, if he had them with him.  He decides to lie and say he didn’t, and that he was looking for another pair as a gift.  Although her look of disbelief gives him the feeling that he made the right choice, and the shiftiness of her cousin.  She smiles and asks for his hand.

Not thinking, he adheres, as she turns it over and looks at his palm.  He starts to think he is in some kind of movie.  They are interrupted by an FBI looking middle aged white male, a Magnum P.I. look alike, mustache and all.  He walks in loud and obnoxious, greeting the other three.  Both the men are 6 feet plus tall, with burly builds.  They look at each other with a quick size up in who would win in a fight.  Alfonso gently detracts his hand and offers a smile and thank you for her time in Egyptian.  Everything in his body says to leave and that it was a bad idea to have told them about the glasses.  With everything wrong in the States, he sees that all his problems had followed him here; but now worse.  She breaks the tension by offering him a gift before he leaves.  She gives him an antique watch from WW II.  She says, it is a special watch from her grandfather.  From reading his palm, she can see that he has an important destiny, and that their paths were meant to meet.  

He again is hypnotized by her beauty as she speaks, and he accepts the gift.  As he begins to walk away, he gives a nod to her cousin, in a short appreciation manly way and says goodbye in Egyptian.  It is returned.  He walks by the CIA looking fella and has a greeting moment.   The man gives him a grunt and a half smile as they walk past each other.  Alfonso’s not sure what to think as he makes his way back to the motel.  Now he knows there is more to these glasses, and it might be worse than he thought.  He recalls on what she said about Destiny and how they were meant to cross paths.  It doesn’t give him any reassurance in his future well being, both physically or spiritually.  He forgets all about the watch as he searches for a place to get a strong drink and get his mind off of his troubles.  

 Chapter Five

Age Si Quod Agis

 He drinks a beer and an occasional shot of Whiskey.  He thinks to himself how he got into this mess.  He’s almost lost his job to his arch nemesis, he’s starting to see things everywhere, like the world went crazy or has always been some kind of twilight zone.  How he ended up in Egypt with the American Feds following him, along with some crazy mystical woman doing some spells on him.  He’s almost forty with no wife and doesn’t see his son enough.  He still hasn’t gotten his Doctorate.  His career measures into banging twenty something year old hot chicks and women at bars mad at their husbands or boyfriends, teaching about things that already happened, that will never happen again, seeing humanities dark secrets that somehow invaded his dreams and secretly rule the world in plain sight, and now they are keeping tabs on him.  Oh, and his ex is financial, and relationship wise, doing better than him.  Not to forget his Greek ex girlfriend that he fell in love with, moved away and got with some Ashton Kutcher looking douche bag with Daddies money.   He trying to think if he forgot anything. 

Then his self loathing pity party is interrupted by a twenty something year old blonde Swiss model in a red dress, like something out of an 80’s rock video.  As he was sitting at the bar, eating chips and salsa, watching soccer on the screen behind the bar, the young woman squeezes in on his left side, pressing her body on his.  She smells really good.  In her Swiss accent, she orders a Stella and three for her friends.  He can’t help but look to see who her friends are.  A group of female models, all more gorgeous than the next.  He didn’t notice how the bar had gotten full and the crowd was a rowdy one.  He starts to hear a live band doing sound check on the patio.  The woman makes eye contact with him and gives him a glowing smile, enough for him to forget his troubles.  She offers him a shot of Whiskey.  She says its her birthday and he should join her and her friends to go see the band.  

After everything that he’s been through, he takes the shot with the girl and wishes her a happy birthday, but is about to decline the band, as the other girls surround him and he finds himself helpless to join in the group of giggling European models from France, Russia and Spain.  As the night continues, they are dancing, laughing, grinding, kissing and touching.  The girls go to the bathroom and he has a moment to realize he shouldn’t be here.  He looks around, and realizes he is drunk.  One of the girls grabs his jacket sleeve and leads him to the bathroom.  They are doing some lines, and he joins in.  Now he knows he shouldn’t be there.  Two of the girls start kissing as the other two prepare more lines.  Alfonso starts talking to himself, weighing the options, and is wondering how his luck has changed.  He begins to smile.  

Suddenly he hears loud bursts, sounding like gun fire.  He thinks it might be the band and it must be the drugs.  One of the girls starts arousing him and kissing his neck.  She is the french girl with bangs, long legs and mini skirt.  As he forgets the band, he notices his refection in the mirror.  The only thing is, he only sees his reflection.  The door bursts open as that same American agent is dragging three punk rock looking vampires along with him, with his guns firing.  Immediately the women turn into monsters, fangs flairing, eyes glowing, claws out.  He fucking panics.  He has never seen anything like this.  He is pushed into the stalls, or jumps in one, he’s not sure, nor cares.  He hits his head on the toilet seat.  Bleeding from his hairline, he sees vampire heads bursting, people flying into walls, bullets ricocheting, curses blurted, drugs flying, things set on fire.  He thinks it must be the drugs.  This is impossible, somehow he is having a bad trip.  

As all hell breaks loose, the vampire demon french girl sticks her head into the stall and goes to his head off.  His reflexes make his legs up-kick her face and jaw towards the ceiling.  Her scaled marble skin almost breaks his ankles.  Her head explodes as he gets to his feet.  The American agent rustles him out of the bathroom as he continues shooting.  Alfonso sees that most of the crowd has rushed away, and the bar is left in shambles with a small group of male vampires surround them.  They look like the bouncers.  He is still not sure if he is hallucinating, but everything in his body is saying that this is real.  He picks up a pool stick, breaks it in half, and follows the lead of the Magnum P.I. looking guy with the guns.  

They make their way towards the door, taking out vampires left and right.  He uses bottles from the bar with lighters and candles on the bartenders vampire face, legs of chairs in hearts and skulls.  He finds a gun from one of the dead vampire bouncers.   They make it out and get a ride from a female counterpart to palm tree shirt wearing guy.  It’s a yellow DeLorean or Lamborgini. He gets stuck squeezing in the middle.  The make it to the highway.  As he sees out the passenger window, there are flying winged vampires diving next to them.  The woman driver makes hast with quick turns and twists through tunnels and alleys to lose or damage the flying guests.  

They seem to go through an underground tunnel, and make an entrance to a boating dock.  They rush on one of the larger vessels, and are hurdled through some kind of secret doorway shoot.  But before they make the door closes behind them, a sailor vampire makes it through.  They tussle with the vampire in a mini submarine.  They dare not shoot, in odds of damaging the controls or hull.  Hand to hand combat with a vampire is never good.  The agents use their knives and prowess, but in the end they are only human.  In such close quarters, they kill the vampire decapitation, but the Hawaiian shirt guy is dead, and the woman is gravely injured.  The death blow came from Alfonso as he used one of their knives that he clenches with closed fist at the end of the battle.  She looks at him with the hardened stare of a soldier that has been through multiple wars.  They make their way to a Greece. 

Along the way, she briefs him on who they are and what their mission is.  She explains that a secret war has been going on for quite some time, and there is a world agency that has been dealing with the supernatural, unbeknownst to the normal world.  In the last fifty years there has been a steady incline of those ancient beings taking political power and military positions to start a war.  Instead of working in the dark, they are casting spells and recruiting humans to their fold through money, breeding, assassinations, social networking, new drugs, food and water contamination.  They have become so powerful around the world, that they are starting to openly reveal a sinister government, through black magic, to hypnotize the mass population.  

The agency she belongs to has been compromised and the agents are now scattered and trying to regroup secretly.  Some of them like herself are operating as mercs, doing black ops and freelance work.  They caught wind of Alfonso’s situation by riding a wave of energy leading to him and the glasses.  It is a rare energy that is dangerous to the walking dead and possessed.  She says they have a strong group in Europe that are descendants of monster hunters.  They are the ones that sent them to retrieve him and bring him back to their meeting rendezvous.  She doesn’t think she is going to make it, but the submarine is locked on the coordinates, they should be found within the hour.  He watches her pass out.  He reaches in his jacket pocket and realizes he doesn’t have anything other than his wallet and his glasses.