#emeraldkings

five? i can't do only five, that's torture :c

#supernatural#i just#and it's not the first one it's one someone made for dean#because she knew#because she read the books#that even though dean didn't need the amulet to remember his brother#/sam/ needed him to have it#someone made a post once?#about how sam understands the value of objects#he threw the devil outside of himself by looking at army men

That’s awesome! Congratulations!

OH PLEASE MATT LIKE YOU’LL HAVE TO TWIST MY ARM TO WRITE GENDERSWAPPED TSN :D :D

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Maria’s boss tells her to go ahead and bring the girl in for evaluation — “but she dropped out of Harvard, sir,” “yes, and I’ve got Harvard grads coming out of my ears, and frankly they’re starting to smell. Look at her scores again, Hill — she didn’t cut that school because she couldn’t handle it, and doesn’t make you curious?”

Marsha Zuckerberg is thirty, bringing with her a string of brilliant but failed Internet start-ups (including, curiously, a co-founding stake in Facebook, and Maria wonders how she got the Winklevosses to let her have that one,) and she’s a horsey, unimpressive person. She holds herself like she’s unaccustomed to all her body parts, limbs fit into her torso like she’d been put together with assembly instructions that hadn’t translated out of Chinese well, and when nothing screwed in snug was just given up as a bad job.

She’s also currently bleeding in Maria’s office chair.

She puts two and two together fast. “You assaulted my agents?” She’d only gotten through security ten minutes ago!

"They’re morons,” Marsha answers flatly. “I thought that’s why I’m here. Your employment profile is too heavily skewed towards the male — also why I thought I was here. Am I wrong?”

I signed up twice b/c I fucked up. I hope you petted your laptop twice.

I did! Well, first I pet my laptop for you signing up, then I stopped in confusion, and then I resumed petting.

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*rolls over to you and exposes belly*