manorsuperman: (thoughtful)
The pain was the first thing Lana felt that morning. Why did she do this to herself? Drinking never helped the loneliness. All it did was leave her with nights she couldn't remember and the worse hangovers anyone could imagine. But she did it anyway. She should know better, she told herself. She should have more sense.

Even though she didn't feel like it, she sat up and turned to put her feet to the floor, keeping her eyes closed for a few seconds. It was when she opened them that she realized she was naked in a room that didn't belong to her.

Oh God, she didn't.

She turned her head just enough to see another body and let out a soft groan in response.

Oh God, she did.

*** )
manorsuperman: (dean hug)
[ooc: Applies to no muses. Just something I needed to write to stop my head from hurting.]

“Ever wish you could freeze frame a moment in your day, and look at it and say ‘this is not my life’?”

Spoilers for Supernatural 4.20 )
manorsuperman: (isobel 2)
Good evening, my fellow muses, or whatever time it may be for your typists when you read this. For those of you who are ignorant, allow me to introduce myself. I am the Countess Marguerite Isobel Thoreaux, burned at the stake in 1604 by religious bigots of my own village. I will be commandeering this journal for the moment. I've been ignored for far too long.

Come to think of it...I believe I would like to address a few of you personally. Well...as personally as I can. Some I will talk to in general, applying to any muse by that name, but exceptions must be made.

Clark. How could I not begin with you, however many of you there are. Granted I can make no threats as I have no way of carrying them out, but believe me...if I find a way to return, I will come for you.

Bartholomew...not the one I've had the pleasure of, but just the same. I hear you'll be celebrating your birth in a few days. I really wish I could be there, don't you?

Chloe, Chloe, Chloe. How's my little harlot today?

Dean Winchester...my, haven't we been the busy little man? Tortured any souls lately? Oh, but that's right! You're a broken little woobie now. Poor, pitiful you.

And Samuel, my sweet boy...a lion who lies with a mouse. Do you really enjoy her little squeaks? Why not find a real woman, one who will scream for you? One such as that would be much more fitting for a man with your power...
manorsuperman: (playful yeah)
GENERAL:
(001) Your gender: Female
(002) Sexual orientation: Straight
(003) Single? No.
(004) Do you want to be? Absolutely not.
(005) Your birthday: August 12
(006) Age you wish you were: I'm good with 22.
(007) Your height: 5'4"
(008) The color of your eyes: Hazel
(009) The color of your hair: Dark brown.
(010) Piercings: Ears.
(011) Tattoos: No.

Read more... )
manorsuperman: (downcast)
[ooc: [livejournal.com profile] hero_farmboy did it first, but I couldn't resist following suit. Normally, this would be so very locked, but as before me, it's fun to shake things up a bit from time to time. Just remember that what's in this post stays here and is not to be carried over into any continuity. It will also cover several verses, complete meta, and possibly fics I've written, so...yeah. Cross the verses if you want, since it's not like it counts.]

1. I kind of want to kiss Lois again.

2. Sam Winchester is like...the missing piece of my soul. I know feeling that way is going to get me hurt, but it doesn't change anything.

3. Part of me will always love Clark, but I want an equal. I don't want to stand next to someone for the rest of my life and feel like a tiny speck of nothing. I hate myself for feeling that way, but I do and I know I'll never get over it.

4. The previous confession doesn't stop me from having sex dreams about him.

5. I think Tess Mercer is the sexiest woman I've ever met, and if completely discreet...I might consider a one night stand.

6. I'm afraid to talk about my problems because I don't want to be a whiner.

7. Fine, I admit it. I'm kinky. I like biting and clawing and sex in corn fields.

8. I am in no way interested in or even attracted to him...but Dean's sex scenes turn me on.

9. I really did love Bizarro. I didn't want to kill him.

10. Bart Allen is a sex god.
manorsuperman: (Default)
[ooc: For the Pick A Type meme: [livejournal.com profile] likely_evil requested intoxicated!Lana. As soon as I saw this [livejournal.com profile] insane100 prompt, I heard one of Sam's lines from SPN 2.13 Houses of the Holy: "Wait... there's no such thing as unicorns?" To see where that took me, just read. Sam is [livejournal.com profile] likely_evil, of course, and used with permission. Dean is [livejournal.com profile] winchesterjerk, mentioned in passing.]

BEWARE OF CUTE )
manorsuperman: (single eye)
[ooc: Set after Supernatural 4.16 On The Head of a Pin, though not really spoilery. Sam here is [livejournal.com profile] likely_evil, used without permission, but I suspect I won't be demonically killed for it. [livejournal.com profile] reporter_chloe and [livejournal.com profile] winchesterjerk are also mentioned in passing.]

It wasn't supposed to be more than a blind date )
manorsuperman: (strong)
Langchester!Lana - Weekend Off with Chloe ([livejournal.com profile] reporter_chloe), Dean ([livejournal.com profile] winchesterjerk) and Sam ([livejournal.com profile] likely_evil)

Random!Lana - Comfort Foods with Clark ([livejournal.com profile] solarsentinel)

Most of Me!Lana - Lunch with Oliver ([livejournal.com profile] gallant_archer)

Yes, the Most of Me!Lana is new, because the Lanas, they grow like brain fungus. Some good fungus, some bad fungus, but very much fungus. I haven't written up any details, but if you read the thread and listen/read the lyrics to the Mandy Moore song I named her after, you probably know the gist.
manorsuperman: (head tilt)
Work has been keeping me very busy the past few days. It's finally good to get a moment to myself.

[ooc: Actually, the economy just sucks and my brother was late getting his unemployment check. Which means we were out the internet a few days.]

The rules are: Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.

[For Langchester!Lana]
[ooc: Which means Clark = [livejournal.com profile] hero_farmboy, Chloe = [livejournal.com profile] reporter_chloe, Dean = [livejournal.com profile] winchesterjerk and Sam = [livejournal.com profile] likely_evil. Otherwise, commenting on this is pretty open.]

From Dean:

Voice mail - Chloe and I left a message for Dean on his birthday. Chloe...was a little drunk that night. If I wasn't sure he enjoyed every word that came out of her mouth, I might have been embarrassed. Okay, so I was a little embarrassed anyway. We should really stop calling when one of us is drunk.

Bright eyes - Wow. There's one I didn't see coming. What's up with that, Dean? Because I'm pretty sure you don't mean the band.

Somehow I know Clark is laughing, and possibly nodding. Stop it.

Wine - I think my love of wine started in Paris one summer back when I was still in high school. The legal age there is a lot lower than here in the US, so I was able to enjoy that part of the culture. It's my preferred alcoholic drink, red wine especially.

Lakes vs. sea/ocean - We had this discussion on that blind date Sam and I were dragged into (not that I'm complaining). When I made that anonymous comment on the Blind Date meme, I was just trying to help her find a date, that's all. Yes, it was me. I'm sure Chloe knew this, which could explain a few things. Next time you (Dean) and Sam are in town, Crater Lake. We'll go skinny dipping. Well, you and Chloe can go skinny dipping. Sam and I will sit on the pier and pretend we don't know either of you.

Offering alternatives - Keeping your options open is important. It's good to have a Plan B, not to mention Plans C, D, E and F.
manorsuperman: (look down smile)
I said I wouldn't, but this one isn't so bad.

I blame Dean. )
manorsuperman: (black and white hot)
[ooc: This is not marked with a point in canon, because it's unclear how far ahead in the future the AU timeline of Apocalypse is and there's no way of knowing when Lana would go to Paris and meet her husband, Pierre Rousseau. So I've left it kinda open.]

Lana was alone at the home of her Aunt Nell and Uncle Dean, taking a break from Met U. The semester had just started and already she was starting to feel overwhelmed. Maybe it was because she was anxious to be done with college already and make the move to Paris. She told herself it wouldn't be much longer, to just hang in there, but it didn't seem to make anything easier. She was just thankful for this time alone.

Or she would be, if someone wasn't knocking on the door just as she was preparing to make herself a pot of coffee.

> Who is at the door?
>>> Jimmy Olsen with a confused look on his face.
>>> Pete Ross with a single rose.
>>> Lois Lane in jeans and a low cut top.
>>> Nell. She forgot something.
>>> Sam and Dean Winchester, complete with suits and fake badges.
manorsuperman: (light glare)
Thank whatever the hell higher power there is out there that shooting ranges exist. I really needed to blow off some steam.

[ooc: Blowing off steam because she started talking about Lex with Dean. Yay continuity.]

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