We don't Eat - by James Vincent McMorrow

In celebration of the black-and-blue discordant and brotherly, fucked up and co-dependent, violent and streamlined, mythically touched-in-the-head, horror and dread-struck, epically improved first two episodes of (and a third that while not so brilliant, did not discourage me from the notion that this show has stepped it up a notch) Supernatural, I give you the most Winchester-y song to ever Winchester.

Am I an honest man and true?
Have I been good to you at all?
Oh I'm so tired of playing these games
We'd just be running down
The same old lines, the same old stories of
Breathless trains and, worn down glories
Houses burning, worlds that turn on their own

So we don't eat until your father's at the table
We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
Never once has any man I've met been able to love
So if I were you my friend, I'd learn to have just a little bit of trust.


This has been an entry. Talk to me about leviathans and Lucifer and lights at the end of the tunnel please.

I was reading this post by paperhearts, which is about the issue she takes with the female leads in series such as Castle and The Mentalist. Among her fine points, was this:

These men (who are not law enforcement officers nor have any law enforcement training) step in, and with a little hocus pocus, manage to do the woman's job better than she does. Never mind that neither of these men have gone through a police academy or received formal training, all it takes is writing crime novels or being a fake psychic to slide in and neatly out-perform a woman who has worked her way for years up the ranks. Worse yet, Lisbon and Beckett are made at times to look incompetent, uncreative, unable to think outside of a box.

And I realized, that this was in fact why I hadn't ever given these shows the time of day. I had always passed them over, for no real, conscious reason, even though, on paper, the characters of Castle and Patrick Jane sound like the kind that I just adore having on my television laptop screen.

( I think, therefore genderswap meta. )

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.

Between Kings, Generation Kill and the first couple of episodes of Sons of Anarchy, I think my type is rapidly diverging from dark, smoldering evil mastermind to blond, morally conflicted men with guns.

( Just seen SPN 5.12, hence, meta and whatnot )
( FESTIVAL! Things about The Decemberists, Lily Allen, The Mars Volta, Powderfinger, Muse and Peaches )
( Sherlock Holmes )

My contribution to summergen:

Palindromes
She became the shivering tremble of a whetting stone across the edge of a blade, the heavy scent of gun oil and long afternoons working on the once-hated Impala.
For the prompt: AU. John dies on the ceiling, and Mary goes after the YED.


Go check out the masterlist, there are some brilliant fics, artwork and vids just waiting to be praised.

( Summergen recs )

Wow, it must be exam time. Operation Procrastination is at Defcon One.

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Leverage:



'cause geek and muscle go together like horse and carriage
The Alec/Eliot comment fic party. You know you want to come and play ...


It's very timely, actually, considering this fascinating meta by facetofcathy on the stastics of the burgeoning Leverage fandom activity, and the surprising lack of Alec Hardison, the One Geek to Rule Us All. (Okay, that last bit was all me.)


My contribution: Snuggling.


Supernatural:

Pimping out a new community:



They too have a comment fic meme going on, the theme of which is 4.22: The Day After.

This is mine.
(Spoilery, obviously. Set immediately post-finale to the prompt: You-Know-Who is suddenly right there.)


The spn_summergen have gone out, and I'm very happy with mine; I've been hit with an awesome concept, and now all I have to do is pull it off.

If you got my prompts, don't worry about sticking to them exactly, I'm very relaxed, and you can go off on all the tangents you like.

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Meme:

Everyone has things they blog about. Everyone has things they don't blog about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post a reply about it. Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, thoughts on yaoi, favorite type of underwear, graphic techniques, etc.

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. )

1. I'm on dreamwidth here if anybody wants to find me.


2. All are welcome, Open ID and DW users alike. I just thought Leverage needed a home base on external territory. ;)




3. Posted fic on the Supernatural H/C Meme for the prompt:

Dean, Castiel, Sam (slashy is good but not required, gen good too!)

A demon has a grudge against Castiel (maybe for his role in getting Dean saved, or in killing Alistair). Sam and Dean arrive in time to save their angel, but there's repair & comfort needed, of course.

It's over here.


4. This makes me sick to my stomach. (Review of the new Seth Rogen film 'Observe and Report')

"It's like date rape — that's funny, right?" - star, Anna Faris.

Of course. Because Rape is hilarious.

Meme from speccygeekgrrl

1. Take five books off your bookshelf.
2. Book #1 -- first sentence
3. Book #2 -- last sentence on page fifty
4. Book #3 -- second sentence on page one hundred
5. Book #4 -- next to the last sentence on page one hundred fifty
6. Book #5 -- final sentence of the book
7. Make the five sentences into a paragraph


I first met Dean not long after my wife and I split up. I murmured an excuse and slipped away, leaving them to their own formidable devices. The eye of the saint, focused on the meaning of a short earthly life, frightful in every way, focused on the imminence of the final decision about an endless new life to come, this burnt-out eye, in a half-wasted body, made men of the old world tremble to their depths. A long, stringy man, wearing three rows of beads around his neck, and a belt of chicken-bones around his waist; his dark skin stained with ashes his hair loose and long - naked except for beads and ashes, the sadhu strides up amongst the red-tiled mansions. I felt like a monster reincarnation of Horatio Alger ... A Man on the Move, and just sick enough to be totally confident.

( Which sparked an apocalyptic SPN drabble. Don't ask. Spoilers are vague for S4 )

Context.

Jason Jones: I'M SORRY, I MUST HAVE BLOOD IN MY EAR.

Oh Daily Show, never change.

( And now a Supernatural AU of the Political/Punditry fandom has eaten my brain. )

And now, because there is a magnificent one brewing over the ocean, a mix of songs that I, for whatever reason, associate with thunderstorms:



( Songs for lovers of thunder and the norms of storms. )

So loverstar came to me with an interesting proposition; did I want to create some graphics to go along with the utterly brilliant vid she was creating for leonidaslion and her magnificent Suite!Verse, said she.
Hell yes, said I.

So, leonidaslion, here are a series of graphics, in much the same style as the first graphics I created for Suite!Verse, but hopefully this surprise gift will make you happy and keep you inspired! Consider this thanks for writing something so friggin' gorgeous, something that has given me hours and hours of enjoyment.
Much love, Charlie. ;)


( Follow through for the graphics... )

Just a couple of graphics inspired leonidaslion and her incredible Suite!Verse which is a gloriously dark and beautiful 'verse in which Sam has fully become the Antichrist, in both powers and personality, and Dean is imprisoned not only by force, but also by the obsessive love they both still have for each other.

The two graphics are alternate versions of each other, and the text in the first comes from the title of the latest installment.

( The Press of Your Lips Has Left Frost on My Heart. )

( Does the Antichrist dream of atomic flames? )


If you aren't already reading it, you should definitely go and start immediately!

For the community spn_secretpost, which is an awesome concept wherein secret postcards are created in the form of the PostSecret postcards, but from the point of view of characters within the Supernatural 'verse.

General spoilers for Season 4.


( 11 Secrets, POV including: Sam, Dean, Uriel, Castiel, Mary, Ruby, Lilith, Demons. )

Title: Testament of Adversary

Pairing/Characters: Sam/Dean, Slight Castiel/Sam and Castiel/Dean.

Rating: M

Word Count: ~1500

Warnings: Spoilers up to SPN 4.07. Dark, torture, apocalypse, wincest, evil!Sam.

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. This is purely fictional.

Summary: He thinks he hears the strains of Led Zeppelin, screaming like tomcats and crashing against his eardrums like all the legions of hell come to play the devil’s fiddle. Then he realizes that it’s just the roar of his heartbeat and the legions of hell breaking through the skin of the earth.

( more )

Squee, demonic meta, technical/visual stuff, wikipedial quotes and a meta-ish picspam.


( You don't mess with astronauts. )



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( Meta-ish picspam )
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( Also: couple of songs, only vaguely spoilery. )

That's all folks, hope you enjoyed!