I'm in my third year of university in Canada, studying French and Spanish Literatue. I started watching Supernatural because I missed Jensen when he left Smallville -- and not just his looks, but his remarkable acting skills. I got my sister and one of my brothers hooked on Supernatural too and now we watch it together. I also make fanvids over on youtube at
http://ca.youtube.com/IrishTwilightI started writing fanfiction because I started reading fanfiction. I started reading fanfics because of the stupid writer's strike and going through Supernatural withdrawl ;). So, I guess the silver lining of the writer's strike is the increase in fanfic writing and reading by people desperate for a little more of Sam and Dean.
Anyways, that's about all . . . thank you to everyone who comments and encourages.
“Come you near or go you far,
Light from candle or flick’ring star?
See what you will, or so you think,
But is water sweet before you drink?
Who can know of truth and lies?
When can a man believe his eyes?
Suspect what’s know to mortal senses,
For our nature vaults all mystic fences,
That stand between that which is and seems,
And back we are to truth... or dreams.”
He spoke in an impish, childish, singsong voice. He glowed, and once again the youth stood there. “That is the secret of our power, for what you see you believe, and arms and armor, food and drink, all are real to those who accept them as such. Illusion is powerful when viewed as truth. Why, had you the will to believe, you could live forever from the very life abounding in the air! You wear the green stain upon your eyes and can therefore see through the illusion, not because the stain has power, but because you believe it does.” (Raymond E. Feist. Faerie Tale. 376-7)
