mix. Regélök, míg élök

subject: post-apocalyptic. Made with the Terminator universe, Supernatural, and thunderstorms in mind, but can apply just as equally to any other apocalyptic scenario.



( Think endless winding roads and dust-driven deserts, haunted souls living because there's nothing else left to do but die, and the sky soaring forever overhead, scattered with long white clouds and the ragged-edged peace of loneliness. Think nightmares and loss and sacred tragedies. Think nights when you can't sleep and you don't want to know why. )

So, Legion. Only to be watched as an enjoyable addendum to the Supernatural universe (right down to the erotically co-dependent, murderous, biblical brothers) and to revel in the glory that is Paul. Motherfucking. Bettany.

Is everybody in cyber-land coming out to play yet? I can never figure out the wacky time/space continuum of this place.

(For my Dreamwidth peeps, I'm just crossposting now, and I'm about to put up the Sons of Anarchy primer/picspam I posted on LJ a couple of days ago.)

I spent a happy couple of hours yesterday playing around with my profile because I finally discovered that nothing in the world can stop me from filling it up with as many shiny, pretty things as I want.

So, yay?

I made a little picture bar through the centre out of images found at myheart, which I enjoyed thoroughly, so if anybody wants me to throw one together for them around a theme or just using my basic instincts on you (which ... is not as murderous as it sounds), ask away!

Also, I am currently doped up on painkillers, so take advantage of me before I get back into my right mind. Spinny chairs are fun. You know what movie is awesome? Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls. Forget Citizen Kane, that shit's a masterpiece.


I had a little meta spazz with the wondrous egregiouslypink about Gossip Girl, which I adore, by the way, and so here are some of my thoughts - including spoilers for the latest ep - lifted from her comments and loosely grouped around subject matter and variations of insantiy.

( The Hurt Locket: Because Gossip Girl would be infinitely better if it took place in a warzone. )

Also, for all those crazy kids on my flist who are into Sons of Anarchy, here's the rockin' theme song:

This Life - Curtis Stigers & The Forest Rangers

Okay, so I finally got to watch My Bloody Valentine.

( Scattered thoughts + picspam. )

Also, vid rec:

Nowhere to Stop.

My comment was that it brought to the forefront the chilling, but subtle horror of Castiel's situation, trapped in a world he doesn't belong to, in skin that isn't his.
Quite apart from the beautiful, bone-chilling skill with which this is put together, the song is just terrifyingly perfect.

HOW DARE GENEVIEVE MARRY JARED. WHAT IS THIS BULLSHIT? CLEARLY SHE IS IN LOVE WITH ME AND IS MARRYING JARED TO MAKE ME JEALOUS. SHE SENDS ME SIGNS IN MY SLEEP, IS THIS NOT PROOF ENOUGH? I BET HER PR MANAGER BULLIED HER INTO THIS AND NOW SHE'S GOING TO HAVE TO LIVE LOCKED UP IN A TOWER HER WHOLE LIFE BAKING GIGANTIC MUFFINS FOR HER GIGANTIC PADABEAR WHO WILL EXPLOIT HER SHAMELESSLY AND EAT CANDY AND TAKE HIS DOGS FOR WALK AND LOVE HER UNCONDITIONALLY EVEN WHEN SHE BURNS THE MUFFINS AND THROWS THEM AT HIM AND THEY HAVE STICKY MUFFIN-DOUGH MAKE UP SEX. HER LIFE HAS COME TO AN END. THIS IS A BETRAYAL OF THE WORST KIND. I'VE ONLY MANAGED TO EMERGE FROM UNDER MY DESK TO DESPERATELY SMASH THIS INTO MY COMPUTER. SHAKING AND CRYING. SHAKING AND CRYING.

Drabbles from the icon meme posted a couple days ago.

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For bessemerprocess

( The West Wing: Toby. )



For lizzy_someone

( The West Wing: Josh & Sam )


For evercourant

( White House/Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy )



For egregiouslypink

( True Blood: Eric/Pam )

And now to work on The Best Fucking AU On The Planet (Now With 100% More Misha Collins), As Dubbed, Instigated, Invented and Co-Written By egregiouslypink. I find this is a working title that tends to grow on one.

So there's this library on my campus, it's a secondary library, far away from the main one, sequestered away in an old corner, and in this library, there's a floor where hardly anybody ever goes. It's full of the most amazing books, in languages I can't begin to recognize, let alone read. I love it. There are, however, some books in English, old, old, old books. Wandering around, as I do sometimes in between study bouts, pulling random books off the shelves, I came across a small, red book that was in tatters, and full of old Irish spells and curses. This is one:


A Charm against Accidents, Fire, Tempests, Water, Knife or Lance.

"Jesus, Savior of men. In Jesus trust, and in Mary trust truly for all grace.
This is the measure of the wounds of Christ upon the Cross, which was brought to Constantinople to the Emperor as a most precious relic, so that no evil enemy might have power over him. And whoever reads it, or hears it, cannot be hurt by fire or tempest, or the knife, or the lance; neither can the devil have power over him, nor will he die an untimely death, but safety from all dangers will be his to the end."


( Thoughts on When the Levee Breaks + Lucifer Rising. )
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Deluge.

Coda to SPN 4.22


( après nous, le déluge. )