I haven't watched the new SPN, but I did watch the Emperor's New Groove and I have been laughing like a drain. Laughing? Is of the good. So. Emperor's New Groove? Consider it recced to the power of eleventy. Possibly even twelth-y. \o/ Ok. Bye. WEEKEND IS HERE. *hugs weekend and doesn't want to let go*
So I've seen this floating about the flist (saw it first on the dragonz' page) so yeah, I'm stealing it. Heh.
Pick one word from each pair that you think describes me the best and comment with your choices. Then copy this and post it in your own journal to see how far off the reservation your friends actually are when it comes to understanding you.
* dominant or submissive
* logical or intuitive
* social or loner
* kinky or vanilla
* cute or sophisticated
* kitten or puppy
* warm flannel sheets or sleek satin
* leader or follower
* quiet or talkative
* spontaneous or planned
* teddy bear or porcelain doll
* hiking or window shopping
* tequila or vodka
* top or bottom
* bare foot or shoes
* jeans or slacks
* tender or rough
* aware or dreamy
* nerd or jock
* brains or brawn
* common sense or book smarts
So, you know. Kept watching the news and reading newspapers and all that shit the last week. I mean, i always do that anyway, but this reached obsessive levels this week. Anyway. Events here seem to have calmed down. Which is of the good. The day after is... going to be a loooong looong day I reckon. Anyways.
Just wanted to thank you for the hugs and the good vibes. Sorry it took so long to get back at you. Don't mean I didn't appreciate and love you for it, it's just that I can be sucky like that, when shit hits real life either I reach out or I hide in a cocoon thing of real life, and this time it was a cocoon of real life thing going down. And real life, sociopolitical events aside, was a bit of the non shiny side as well. *waves it off* Whatever. I'm running low on shiny, but I will strain the goddamn thing till i make an entry of it. So here it goes:
There were two really good things this week. One, that I kept seeing rainbows, cuz it's been rainy, and it's awesome when a rainbow just pops up like a mirage. Two, one of my school is in a rural place, and part of the school yard, which is not used as a school yard but has olive trees instead, well, some guy brought his herd of horses there, so it's 7.50 in the morning, i park the car and have kids running towards me pointing the fingers towards the field excitedly, and I go out of the car and they drag me there (they are deathcute btw. My kids) and what do i see? About 9 horses of different sizes (ages?) and colours grazing there, under the olive trees and me, with my kiddies, watching them. Go ahead, laugh at my polyanna-ism, but if there is such a thing as horses under olive trees and my kiddies, then the world can't be as shitty as it felt this week. It just can't. At all. I refuse it to be, okay?
Other good thing: I finished the Lehane novels involving Kenzie and Gennaro. I'd do Patrick in a heartbeat, yes, dragonz, but uhm. I'd also totally do Bubba. He may be a psycho, but he's a psycho kinda like Tito Pullo in the HBO Rome thing. Which is awesome btw. And I kept seeing Pullo as Bubba, to be honest, while i was reading so.. uh. Yeah. Now i'm started on Neil Geiman's American Gods. (Books help. They always help in this cocoon real life thing.)
And I have a fic in my folder, thatpdragon76 was awesome and betaed like, daaaaays ago, but I seem unable to rework it because my mind seems crowded, too crowded. I keep dreaming that I'm drowning or I'm eaten alive, and I guess it's just the current events crawling into my subconscious but. Whatever. I'll try this week, because it's comforting to have a fic, even when it hasn't been boxed in the right shape yet, you know? You know that the foundation and the frame is there, and all you have to do is paint the walls and add the windows and the floors. And probably some furniture as well. You know what? My architectural metaphor sucked, but you get the gist.
I'll try to catch up with you, guys, i'm pretty sure you've been up to a lot. Have a great week.
Real life has been VERY real. In a good, nice way.
Recs part 2, then.
Five times the Winchesters went invisible: A Chronological Record by slob_child . Features humor and angsty goodness and it's awesome. Oh. And it was written for me. \o/ In the summer gen thingy. Lucky me, cuz my prompt? Was done AWESOMELY. Dude.
Tiger Boy by pdragon76 . See, this is the thing. You'll see some people recced here more than once. And it doesn't happen because they happen to be my lj buddies or whatever, it's just that I love pretty much everything they write. This is one such instance.
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall by irnan . This is not about the Winchesters, though it can be about their impact. This is... a secondary canon character fleshed out so beautifully it made me realize that this? This is what fanfic is about. Heh.
They were God's lie -by tigriswolf . Nice, nice punch. You gotta love stories that make you go all Huh? OMG FLAIL AND WTF at the same time.
None so blind by vanillafluffy . Fleshed out Pamela and some Castiel too. An awesome look at both of them. Gen, btw.
And don't let my cry be heard by smilla02 . This? Falls in the category mentioned above, about people whose stuff I always love every single time. YES. THAT.
Painted Dreams of Red and Yellow by maychorian . It's our boys and there's hurt and there's... everything i like to read.
The New Jerusalem by july_july_july . Man, if i could prop up a neon sign saying READ THIS, i totally would. It's the most awesome Castiel you can imagine, and the most amazing narrative voice. It makes you chuckle and thinky and perhaps there are exploding panties because her Castiel? Is badass. But so, so true to canon. This has got to be one of my fav castiel flavours ever.
my love is one made to break every bended knee by lyra_wing . The best Dean's-time-in-Hell fic I've ever read. The concept behind it is.... amazing.
Never Travelled by dotfic . So technically? i'm not into slash. BUT. Thing is. I like any Castiel combo, and this Castiel/Dean one is simply perfect.
Here's to hoping I did the coding thing right. *tips fingers on side of head*
Also, thank you to whoever nominated me at the Salt and Burn awards. I had a surreal moment of HUH? when i read the email, and then this fuzzy glee really, i''m a five year old, feeling. It's always nice to know that your words resonate to someone out there. It's like a different sort of connecting echo and... yeah. Thank you.
I'll catch up and I'll reply and all that, but MAN IT'S BEEN HECTIC TODAY, so I'll just do the meme cuz i was tagged TWICE by very shiny brilliant people (pdragon76andchemm80) and I CANNOT SAY NO TO
MEN MEMES and also, i need to cross something off the to-do list other than just going to the post. Ahem.
Sometimes it's ok to pimp yourself out. Post a list of your top five fic-favorites you've written, regardless of fandom or the reason you love them. This isn't about the BEST things you've written, but what you LOVE most. Then tag five other people to do the same.
(UH. i've written more than 70 pieces. And I love them all. I love more than 30 of them with the same smishy mood, but some of them I get a kick from for specific reasons. I'm surprised i don't include more xovers, cuz xovers are the love of my life, i think, BUT my current mood dictates the following.)
1. to mouth unto my veins -Fucked up Sam thing. I loved this one because the style is very different from anything I have written, and the cadence and rhythm is just... it's just very, very different, is all. I get a blast when experimenting with voices and stylistic devices and all that. *shrug*
2. This is a story where -My most favourite thing ever. Pretty much, I think. It's just... i had such a blast writing it, and it came in one fucking flow as soon as i typed up that first paragraph. I didn't even know what i was doing, the story was forming itself as I was writing and it was such a rush writing it. And i'm immensely pleased with the result too. Narrative voice FTW.
3. The hitchhikers and the De Soir Code. It's crack. Meta-crack. It sums up everything I believe about fanfic. It was one of the first stories I've ever written and it was written kinda in the same rush like This is a story where. I don't always get to have that wave. Usually I have an idea and i let it do its own thing in my brain and then i start writing but the story is already written in my head sorta. With these two stories, it's like the stories rode me, not the other way round. The rush, the rush. Hell, I'm longing for it.
4. And what there is to conquer Dude. I think I might have been the first to write a John/Castiel combo that is not AU and actually makes sense and could stand as a valid reason. Can I brag about it? I can. I know i'm a gen writer mostly, but when I do something, I'm thorough in my reasoning. :)
5. Salvage- It's an SPN/BSG xover. It starts just where bsg has ended, and so far? Has not been kripked either. And it's not AU. I just... I love it for one specific imagery towards the end.
I have no idea who's been tagged already or not. But consider yourself tagged, anyone of you who is willing and able. *beams at you. YOU CANNOT RESIST THE SHINY BEAM*
layout change. I still need to mess with the colours and find a colour scheme that fits just the way i want it to, but i'm looking for minimal. *yawn* And right now i'm rather too tired to keep on with fixing it. Tomorrow. Or this week. *more yawn* This will do for now, methinks.
Also, recs part 1. Some you may be familiar with already, still, they are all exceptional one way or the other.
Women have lovely bones by tigriswolf Lucifer/Lilith. Enough said. Though, not really enough. Point is, that was a pairing and a realization it would never have occured to me. Pleased me immensely.
her who loves you best by july_july_july Gorgeous preseries story about John and Mary. Or rather, about Mary and John. Amazing Mary POV.
Angel Maintenance by musesfool Sweetest and quirkiest little piece you can imagine. Sam and Dean.
The Rounds by iamstealthyone It's just a drabble. But it packs hell of a punch.
In Totus Tamen Nomen by teand It's AU now, but it's one of the most imaginative ways I've seen out of season 3 into season 4. Bobby's voice is spot on.
Animals in cellophane by smilla02 Dean and Sam after hell. AU now but freaking brilliant. The language is visceral and makes you wait with baited breath for the next sentence.
Occupational Hazards by rionaleonhart When reality and fic collide, what you get is amazing fic. Yes. Read. Laugh.
The Prettiest Star by ignited I don't read wincest. At all. This one is wincesty but it's such a brilliant take/crossover on Stardust that I couldn't resist it.
Training Winchester by kellifer_fic . Preseries, the three Winchesters in training, and it's brilliant.
She Pick Her Way Down That Path by pdragon76. Keep on reading. You'll get what's happening as you read along, and then you'll be left gazing at it openmouthed.
TITLE: He pulls the tension wires down
SPOILER: For all season 4 up to 4.08.
CHARACTERS: Sam, Dean, Castiel, Uriel. Seems to be my fav combo lately.
SUMMARY: There’s no such thing as ‘just a thing’.
FEEDBACK: Dude… duh.
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own, no profit, don’t sue.
NOTES: shiny chocca2 wanted some Winchester whump, where one of the boys gets shot in the ass. Also, covers :found_fic_spn challenge 47.
BETA: by very lovely pdragon76, who really outdid herself on this one. Dude. No praise will ever be enough.
“First the eggs, now this,” Dean says. He’s supporting himself against his brother, looking morosely at the Impala. Sam’s taking his weight easily, as if no four months have passed. Nothing in between, everything a straight line. No shadows, no unanswered questions, no need for hints the size of anvils Dean chooses to ignore. “At least we did salt that car-molesting bastard.”
“Yeah, we did good, Dean.”
“No, I did good.” Dean says. His free right hand fumbles in his pocket for the motel key. “You? You shot me in the ass.”
“You’ve already said that.”
“This is how deep my disbelief runs, Sam. This is how deep.”
The key is retrieved, the door is unlocked, and in this casual gesture a folded piece of paper finds freedom from Dean’s pocket and flutters to the ground. Neither Sam nor Dean notice it, caught in the brotherly bickering; it can be heard till Sam closes the door with a firm backward kick.
Perched in the shadows, angels are watching.
( They are always watching. )
TITLE: What was silent
SPOILER: stretches from pre-series up to 4.07
CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, John Winchester, Daniel Elkins, Castiel
SUMMARY: Like father, like son.
RATING: PG13. Just cussing, really.
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own, no profit, don’t sue.
NOTE: sweet charity fic. may7fic is
BETA: All the pretty polishing I couldn’t have done without the shiny beta of the sparkly chemm80 and the amazing erinrua. Much love to e313for the handholding as well. Thank you, shiny ladies.
Bobby’s lifting stacks and stacks of books. The dust still flutters in the air, caught unaware in the draughts of Bobby’s whirlwind moves. It’s disconcerting, really, the whole whirlwind thing. If Bobby was a force of nature, he’d be something steady and unyielding, like a mountain, or a glacier. Something with deep roots, close to the ground, bearing weight. Living with it. Something with fewer moves, but heavier momentum.
He’s moving stacks around, freeing long lost surfaces of furniture, all the while grumbling “I’m sure it’s here somewhere”. One book is balancing on the edge, forming the top of a paper tower. Dean shoves his hands deeper in his pockets and watches it lose the fight with gravity.
Sam’s hand shoots out, grabs it midair, places it on top again, using his thigh to keep another book tower steady.
“Are you sure, Bobby?” Sam, the human book prop, says. “You sure it’s not somewhere else?”
“No.” It comes through gritted teeth. “If you say you ain’t got it, it’s here alright. It’s got to be here.”
( What was silent )
...so whatever I'm saying is really trivial compared to something this huge, but today has been my thinkythought day. *clears throat*
So I just wanted to say, that, for someone who's not involved in fandom or lj, it will never make sense or s/he will never believe the joy you are to be around, guys. Because you are. You make me happy.
You make me happy with your posts of awesomeness, be it fic, news, stuff about your life, things you're willing to share, with your presence. (And i'm trying to catch up. I am.) You make me happy with your comments, be it ficwise or in rl entries or whatever. It's of the good and the shiny and the awesome.
With pretties! PRETTIEEEEES!*points at icon, smishes may7fic *
With awesome postcards of cute witches and ghosts and halloween wishes and POETRY THAT IS AWESOME AND MAKES ME WANT TO GIGGLE LIKE A LOON. *smishes buffyaddict13 *
With your general avail of time to help me with my fics. Yes. THE BETAS. You use your free time to help me out, and guys, thanking you doesn't even cover what it means to me.
With just being present.
For someone who's never done the lj/fandom thing, it might seem stupid or non-realistic caring about people i'm never going to meet other than on a virtual level, but guys. I do. Want you to be happy and shiny and taking care of yourself, and it makes perfect sense to me.
So. Uhm. Just thinkythoughts, is all. *hides under desk*
I got a gen piece around 4,000 words. It stretches from preseries up into 4.07 and I really, really want to get it posted before thursday (lest i get jossed. Or something.). Is there anyone willing and able? Look, look, i'm making puppy eyes at you! Look! *does puppy eyes that are more lethal than Sam's*
Oh my stars. Yesterday was my lj birthday thingy. Two years with you, guys, and it's been virtually (ha, ha, pun intended *lame, i know. Don't judge*) a blast! \o/ Thank you for being so shiny and amazing and awesome and all those other pretty synonyms you care to throw in here. *smishes* I hope you always get what you need, what you want and what makes you shiny. So there.
Also? Undead livejournal for the win!!! \o/ I wish i could keep that headerthingy FOREVER.
And now i'm going to go all roadrunner on you *needs to prep for Italian and lesson plans for tomorrow* BEEP BEEP!
ETA: I have the memory of a goldfish on occasion. *facepalm*
belated rl birthdayaislinamara and cormallen ! October babies ftw! *confetti*
SPOILER: A lot possibly. Throughout all seasons, but not overt. Overt for season 4, up to 4.05.
GENRE: Gen (small het parts don’t count. Nope.)
CHARACTERS: John Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, Jess, Castiel
SUMMARY: Kaleidoscopes and the Winchester life.
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own, no profit, don’t sue.
NOTES: for shinyirnan. She wanted John/Mary, and it starts out like that. Honestly.
BETA: by very lovely pdragon76
On their first-year wedding anniversary, Mary bought John a kaleidoscope. He quirked his eyebrows as he looked at her, and asked if that was a new sex toy because as far as the shape was concerned, she’d been had. John was much, much better. Not to mention bigger.
Mary laughed, small streaks of blood rushing to her cheeks, and told him it was a kaleidoscope, you over-confident smartypants, and John asked her if that was anything as exotic as Kama Sutra.
( Shift )
The one where i can't tell you the questions to unless you promise you'll do the meme in your journal as well? I's been weak, people. Very weak. And i did it. And i blamechemm80 . Yes. *emphatic nod*
Either way. Here we go:
3. Doesn't apply. Not a matter of arrogance or anything, it just doesn't.
5. I can't think of anyone
6. me. Andpdragon76. :D
9. half of the people here, are you kidding me?
11. I don't know.
12.smilla02 andphantomas . I'm pretty positive about that.
13. Uh. I don't know?
14. Dude. Feel free to kick me, but i don't know again.
15. Hm. I thinkzelost_mind. Cuz she'd laugh her guts out.
17.longhairedlady. (and that's a compliment, m'dear)
18. Uh. I don't know.
21. Uh... what? Please to be spelling that out. I have an inkling but am not sure, so...
22. same as 21
23.may7fic . Heeeh.
24. Dude. That is not a probability. Possibility. Whatever.
26. Anyone I put my mind on. No, honestly. *snicker*
28. Oh, oh, oh!buffyaddict13 ! I wanna join! (and i actually had to look that one up. Thankyouverymuch.)
29. Dude. Dude. Castiel. Ok? Okay?
30. Find pleasure in everything. The most simple things. Life's too short for anything else.
Here's to hoping i didn't mix up the numbers. \o/
TITLE: In this theatre
CHARACTERS: Castiel mostly
SUMMARY: What do you think angels do in their free time?
DISCLAIMER: Would I own him if I started praying? What? No? Damn.
NOTE:e313 wanted a sort of interpretation of the scenes between Castiel and Dean. I don’t think I ended up on the same road as her, but it’s a road and all roads lead somewhere. So there.
BETA: by lovely catdancerz
At first it feels strange. The whole humanity thing. The feeling of mortal flesh wrapped around celestial essence, and it’s odd how the flesh defines it somehow. Defines him. He tries to be gentle with the soul of his host, lulls it into some sort of divine ecstasy. Some sort of sleep, even though Castiel isn’t entirely sure what sleep feels like.
He learns to use the body carefully. Tries not to damage it, even when he feels like his own being needs to stretch, expand, unfold, be limitless again, the body holding him inside with tight stitches.
He lost six brothers this week.
He doesn’t want to have to use another vessel, even when invited. He understands how this one does not belong to him. A mere detail in the grander scheme, Castiel knows; a mere detail in the bigger picture, and it’s always about the bigger picture. But his thoughts often wander to the woman he blinded.
When he isn’t at war, he roams cities. He roams towns. Crosses forests and fields and water. Perches on windowsills and edges, bridges and roofs. Tries to look inside.
( Castiel )