Kings of the WB

Somebody, call 911. Hollywood is burning with stars, and Television is igniting with flames. Oh my God, the vampires are coming, and heroes are breaking through. All the leading men, all the leading men are stealing my breath away, and we're not afraid to be caught in their embrace for they are amazing in every way. And we want the lies, the revenge, the bad romance. Raise your glass high for you filled us up, and tonight is the night, where we say, "Thank You."

From dusk to dawn, they come and find us, waiting. Their lives are the stone corridors, where we walk, chasing whispers of the past, promise of eternity. Their lips brush our neck, and their fangs sink in deep. But we drink of them, pulling their lives deeper into our beating heart, and for us to live without knowing them, it would be a cold stake thrust deep into the pit of our soul and leaving us with absence, darkness filling time slots that once promised Moonlight. But True Blood will forever flow, keeping us entranced, and we dance in the Twilight, a love triangle razor sharp with suspense and passion. And his need to know her is the thirst that takes hold, and their love burns, twisting thorns that cut us deep with biting danger, mysteries lurking beyond the Mystic Falls. And we remain by their side through betrayal and vengeance, waiting for the dust to finally settle. We are forever theirs, forever drinking in the words that pour across page after page, and filling us up with their stories, The Vampire Diaries.

The walls to this ordinary world have been torn down, and we hunt, trying to stay alive. What we do not understand does not make us stronger, but we can't fall back now. We can't turn away. There is no Haven from what we have seen, what we have discovered, but there is Sanctuary, a place of protection, where we can finally know what truly exists beyond imagination. But are the monsters more than what they seem, struggling to be nothing more than Being Human? We are lingering across the Fringe, living the X-File life, and we are caught, hounded by what we fear, filling our thirst to know more. But lore and fiction are mere border patrols to a world beyond our reach but a world now at our fingers. The hunt is on, but have we become the hunted? No more fear exists in darkness, and have all the guardian angels gone to war? Who will protect us from what lies beyond, and will the Winchester boys survive the next turn of events? From hell to eternity, they ride, burning rubber against all odds to save the world from what we dare to know, dare to believe in. They are the unsung heroes of the Supernatural.

Time. Time is the birth of legends. History forever told and repeated. Destiny are the wings ready to take flight. Sacrifice is the red that bleeds against tears but molds us into steel. Our enemies are great, and they tear our world down, drowning us in darkness. But strength ignites, and we rise. Our heroism is the cape flowing into the wind, and we fly across whispers of journey, becoming a symbol of hope. Drama is the blur that flashes with anticipation, wonder of every chapter to come. It is time. A hero is born, and we call for him. The world needs to be carried away in his gentle hold. His eyes are the rivers of compassion, and his heart is strong, breathing life into those in need. And his journey has reached its end. Time for destiny to spread her wings, and the adventures that we grew up reading, dreaming are now ignited, burning a forever S across the screen. The world is ready. Time to leave Smallville behind.

And it is time to vote for the People's Choice Awards, your stars in shining armor, and it is time that we say to them for all that they have given us, Thank You. http://www.peopleschoice.com/pca/