Angel Grove Net

Long time, no talk. How has life been since you let Heaven fall apart? Are you even aware of what the management is like? Or how lost we all were without you? Michael wasn't nearly as much of an asshat before he decided he needed to fill your shoes. I hope you've been enjoying your endless vacatio-

Are you really who Sam Winchester says you are?

this song will be blasting over the net.

So uh. Kind of the quietest week I've had in...gosh. Eons.

It's kind of nice,actually.

So we're all clear? I have no hands in this.

Also, might as well pop the cat from the bag. It's me. Gabriel. Get your streamers in the air!

Especially you, Castiel. You and Dean are so cute together. I made you boys a flag. Let's just keep Lucifer away from me, kay thanks.

So uh, this is fun huh? I mean I don't really dream but..

So uh.

How are you crazy kids doing.

It's only been a day and I've already gotten...far more requests then I can count.

I need a vacation

Oh my fucking Chuck, I REALLY need a drink, this place, fuck.

Is it wrong to duct tape your fighting children together to make them get along? It wasn't for very long, and I made sure that they were comfortable. It didn't seem to HELP much, but. Something else a bit more drastic is going to have to be done in the end. Still, it was worth a try and not the worst thing someone here's done, was it now?

When I was a lad, first learning how to shoot, and not doing so well at it, my grandfather told me that failing means you're trying, playing the game. When I see others who're failing at a goal they've set themselves, and failing pretty spectacularly at that, but know they're making the effort, it gets a bit painful to watch, especially when you could well step in, and KNOW what you would do, put in their place.

When do you step in to offer them the help, and how, without looking like a total arse throughout the process? When does it become your duty to provide that help and not something you can ignore?

Well, if nothing else, the past several days have clearly demonstrated that there is, in fact, a niche to be filled in this world, AND that the right people DO exist to do just that. Impressive. There's hope for you people yet.

That feeling when you know you've let everyone down...

NOT a fan.

What do we DO with those who did such awful things during the past few weeks?
( tldr )

Perhaps in time, there will be some sort of coming to a resolution and acceptance of events, but I...at this point in time I do not see it, and I have no idea of what may help the situation or those who were wronged by it, and even less of how one goes about reassuming any life with so much horror passed through it.

Please, if any of you have a thought as to what's next, what I may do, you've only got to ask it.

I...did some awful things. We started with motives that at least were justifiable, but all too soon, that swept away and I've found myself breaking everything I swore to and believed in, not able to stop, and LIKING it. I found myself doing what I knew to be wrong and relishing in the fact. I've been impulsive and wrong and there are things I don't know that I am meant for anymore.

How does one start atoning for this sort of wrong? I need to do SOMETHING, not sit around and moan about it.

So, uh, This is not as fun as the first couple times I've been through them. Uh, I didn't actually...I didn't actually invent these for..this specific reason. Or, you know. at all. The things kids think up, am I right?

Uh, does anyone..is everyone..ok?

So, uh, guess I should give this be in the world, not of it, thing a second shot, huh? I mean, I kind of got used to just...you know, uh watching everything. Occasionally writing myself into the story, which you know, is fun for a little bit but...

and I'm rambling again.

Uh. How is everyone doing? Anyone..uh need anything?

Some half rambling thoughts because I'm running on not that much sleep, sitting with Robin while I'm trying to get HIM to sleep.

You know that thing where you suddenly get what the adults in your life were on about half the time? (And I mean, there's a thought too. If I were a real person, I'd have turned twenty this year, but that's another point. Do I call them senior level adults? Advanced adults? I have no idea where this is going...) And you see exactly where they were right about you and some of the crap you've pulled over the years, and you're kind of horribly embarrassed that you ever were that person? ( Read more... )

It's like I suddenly see all this shit from the dad side of things, I guess, and I CAN think and feel, even if I'm not a real person, maybe I don't need to be real to be a person, after all. And I never got to show them that, or tell them I was sorry, and now that I get it...I can't exactly say the words to people that aren't here, you know?

It's scary, this perspective slash maturity thing. Almost as scary as the fact that I don't think we own clothes that aren't covered in drool anymore. As Robin's namesake would say, I'm not too sure I feel the aster of it yet.

I think I might very well have hit a personal best in the fathering department. Some of this will make me sound a bit devious, a little awful, and I ought not have circulated the son shaming poster of a few days ago, but, well, after, I did have a few thoughts to what I'm doing and how it's worked to teach him some of the lesson, perhaps a good third of it, I wanted to teach him for the latest stunt.

( TLDR )

So far, keeping him connected's done the trick to start teaching even my boy a really important lesson, and I can't help but be pleased it's shaken out this way.

The lying and coercing others to it,though, now those are far more serious, but at least, in this, I've made a start and may be calm enough to think what I should do to teach him not to do that soon. If anybody's got other teenage advice, or ideas for how to get it through his head that lying is especially wrong, you'll let me know, now, won't you?

Well, I never want to do THAT again. Come meet our adorable little bastard!

( cut for pic (ignore that it's a reborn doll. I needed horns)) )

Hey uh, quick question I hadn't thought about but are toddlers allowed in the delivery room? Probably not, huh?

Does anybody want to babysit? Cause our best sitter option, we kind of wanted to take with us. I mean we've got about...sixish hours maybe more by the best estimate, before we need to think about leaving but Thea's maybe kind of in labor, so...

...yeah.

Help with this?

Holy Fuck. Birth. Birth Is Eminent.

What even?

Hello net. It's been a bit, so guess what it's time for once again? Since I've been around a whole lot more the last few days what with the possibly grounded thing ("Ah'm tae upset tae decide wut ah'm tae dooh wi' ye, but yer noat leavin' mah site til ah've doon"), I've been hearing a lot more Da being...Da. Which means you're getting, once again, another damned installment of:

SHITE MAH DA SAYS

( Read more... )

Good for now? I'd guess we're worth stopping here. Cross your fingers he picks a punishment less long and draining soon, aye?