-“And the way he speaks? Is like WTF are you saying man?”
I’m getting inspired by text posts. “Gosh! Benny! So annoying” “What kind of name is Benny for a vamp?”
I decided to finish this one I started forever ago before the Yankees game started.
I think this is how Bobby views them 98% of the time.
So Sam, I hear the devil sings to you now. What else is playing on Lucifer Radio, I wonder?
Oh GOD. What if this is something Lucifer actually does? He picks songs he KNOWS will fuck with Sam’s head.
This is the one he sings in the mornings when Sam’s first waking up, in that in-between haze of dreams and reality so that when Sam hears it it might as well be 2008 again, and he wakes up looking around corners for poor drivers, loose pianos, and the seemingly innocent dog.
It’s the song Lucifer hums on Tuesdays that makes Sam remember the smell of strawberry syrup and the words, “Nothing good comes out of it. Just blood and pain,” and Sam knows, for the first time, that Gabriel was right.
It’s the song Lucifer belts out when they pass an old hotel in Indiana, and Sam hunches low in the driver’s seat of that week’s stolen car, and tries not to look when Lucifer holds up his bloodstained hands and grins, cold and cruel. He always looks.
I like all of this except the end bit. I think that Lucifer didn’t relish killing Gabriel. He actually looked legitimately disappointed and sad he had to do it. He’s ruthless, but Gabriel was still his little brother.
a bunch of pics of Zeppelin
Cus… there were too many inside jokes. And a couple of requests…
Ahhh ZEPP. And Uncle Sam. And PIZZA 3.14!!!
All of these are amazing.
These are beautiful!