Karen Singer kept baking so many pies after she was resurrected because she subconsciously sensed it would go wrong and wanted Bobby to have as much of her left as possible before he lost her again
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i aint saying anything but you know how in like s4/5/6 idk i forgot. bobby says to karen in the zombie episode "i need you" when he was about to unalive her.
then i forgot the episode again but dean says to cas "i need you" I FEEL LIKE IT WAS SEASON 8???
and then season 13 ep 17/18, sam says to gabriel "we need you... i need you" it indeed runs in the family.
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"dead wives don't wear aprons" — a 5x15/karen singer poem for today's "rebirth" prompt!
i wrote this feverishly in like 15 minutes, i truly don't know what came over me
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Karen Blanche Black was an American actress, screenwriter, singer, and songwriter. She rose to prominence for her work in various studio and independent films in the 1970s, frequently portraying eccentric and offbeat characters, and established herself as a figure of New Hollywood.
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Karen Olivo
Gender: Non binary (they/them)
Sexuality: Queer
DOB: 7 August 1976
Ethnicity: Native American, Puerto Rican, Dominican, Chinese
Nationality: American
Occupation: Actor, teacher, singer
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Karen Dalton, circa 1969; photographed by Elliot Landy
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S U P E R S T A R
Long ago, and oh, so far away...
February 4th marks the 41st anniversary of drummer and singer Karen Carpenter's death. (March 2 1950 - February 4 1983)
Not only was she an exceptional drummer, but she had a smooth melancholy voice, like warm velvet.
My favorite singer.
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Lonely rivers cry
Wait for me, wait for me
I'll be coming home, wait for me
-Unchained Melody
The moment that love no longer lived in Robert's home the void proved inescapable. What once felt like a warm hug became a cold reminder. The old bones of the house were never changed, not altered. They could have been. Bobby was a decently handy man even while she walked the earth but the wallpaper was hers. The bed frame they lay together. The bathroom their times brushing teeth alongside at a small sink while talking about the day to come. Nothing in the home could change because the walls still held her there. Not a ghost, the ghost of her.
but soon enough literature lined most empty spaces in the home. Could one feel exposed and in the open, when no such 'open' existed? Hunting consumed him. It was all he had. The idea of bringing her back through his assistance with others. Maybe in death, she would still love him that way. Wherever she was, he looked to her.
He had let her down in every form of the word and that never lessened. When John Winchester came into his life, tugging Sam and Dean close behind in hopes of finding safe refuge, Bobby couldn't say no. Karen wanted children and he had failed in that aspect - maybe providing safety would make her... she'd know. Somehow, she'd know.
Well, those boys grew into teens, then men. Robert held a piece of resentment towards John Winchester due to their often abysmal understanding of one another but those boys needed a breath of normalcy and Bobby be damned, he wouldn't let them go without.
At first, it began with the idea of wanting to rectify past mistakes and make his lost love proud. Over time that grew into a parental need, a yearnment to have the exact thing that he had once rejected. Regrettably so.
At night he thinks of her. On hunts when women smile and thank him, he thinks of her. When he's with his boys, he thinks of her.
But she still lives in that house, just in a different way now.
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