yay for new supernatural!
I managed to outmaneuver the countless hordes of Grey's Anatomy fans in my dorm and commandeered a television set for the purpose of watching Supernatural tonight. Worth it.
Heh. I swear I'd seen about 2/3rds of this episode before in fanfic, but regardless: awesome!
I love and adore Eva and I totally want to read tons of Sam/Eva fic immediately. Dear Powers That Be: Please don't have her be evil. Sure, have her be momentarily possessed and broken and angsty about killing her fiance or something, but not... Meg-like. Cause that'd be kind of boring. She's funny and smart and actually pretty like normal people are pretty.
(Now would be a bad time to get on a tangent about how the most attractive that Jo has ever looked -- in my opinion, of course -- was in that one episode after being sweaty and locked in a box. She was hot because she was all disheveled and looked like an ACTUAL PERSON. Um, the end.)
Oh, Dean with the gag and the explosions and the visible breaking at the thought that his Sammy (not Gordon's "Sammy", but SAMMY) was all 'sploded. Very nice. I adore you, Dean. But, uh... Sam is kind of owning my soul right now.
Really. Sam has never seemed more freaking well-adjusted. He's all, hey, look, I can kick ass without being evil! Look at me! I can be super sleuth guy -- without being evil! Now, see, I'm logically and systematically searching for answers so that I don't turn evil -- and I'm still not evil! Now I'm being awesomely hot and competent without the use of evil powers (or, well maybe just a couple)!
He's so well-adjusted about the whole thing that I expect him to start passing out pamphlets: "Vote Samuel Winchester Not Evil in 2007."
I wonder if a big part of it is that he already kind of suspected (like all the rest of us) what the secret was. He knew there was a pattern, he knew the demon wanted him for something -- it's not that big of a stretch. Of course, suspecting and knowing are different things, but he definitely wasn't surprised. Upset and pissed as hell, yes, but not shocked. Oh, Sam. And how long did he travel without Dean, did they say? A couple weeks? (Why, yes, I am finding spaces where fic can go. What of it.)
Also, I know I can't be the only one that flailed at that shot of whatsisnamestabbityguy's closet with all the yellow eyes pasted up on the wall and squealed "Oooh, AWESOME VID SHOT!" Out loud. No, I thought not.
I need Eva icons.
Oh. Oh. Oh. EVIL THOUGHT. If we're meant to think that Eva killed her boyfriend -- um. Does this put a WHOLE NEW SPIN on the Jess thing? What's the damn connection with the women on ceilings, anyway? What do those four have in common? Max went crazy, Scott or whatever his name was went crazy... Scott was also hearing the yellow-eyed dude telling him to do things, like Andy's brother was -- and Andy's brother, mark another down in the crazy column -- but...
What do the people without the childhood house fires have in common? We only know Eva and Andy's brother, right? I'm not seeing connections here, yet. Gah. MORE INFORMATION, PLEASE. NOW.
*stares at black television screen*
Ahem. So, hi! How goes it in the land of LJ? Every time I resolve to be online more, something happens to knock me out of the loop again. Eventually I might just have to accept the fact that I am a gigantic spaz and am never going to change. But until then, I am resolving to be online more. It's 2007 and all, you know. But, yeah, the extent of my time on LJ lately is spent reading fic and lurking on my friends list like a creepy person and basically anything that requires no brain activity. And hey, it's been a month since I last posted. Heh.
(Today, my roommate says to me, "What do you do when you're on your computer? Because you're enjoying yourself, but you're not on Facebook and Myspace all the time like me... it seems so much healthier! What's your secret?"
"Uh," I replied.)
I was going to do the end-of-year fic meme, but I discovered I'd only posted three fics in the past year. Gah! That may change soon -- I'm taking a writing class where we're supposed to write pieces of personal narrative daily, so of course I'm perpetually distracted from my classwork by planning wild Supernatural AUs and different ways I could pair up Sam Winchester and Claire Fisher from Six Feet Under. (Tell me you can't see it!)
Speaking of fic -- I wrote one for Yuletide! Like, ages ago! I'll post that link up in a bit. I also got a lovely fic in return: Bill of Service, by Sonya. It's Dark Angel, Max/Alec-ish, but really just reminiscent of the fun banter and zany plots that the show really specialized in. Lovely and fun.
And uh, I should really be writing a paper right now. Or at least figuring out a reason the Winchesters might be dropping by Fisher and Sons Funeral Home. Zombies? I think there must be.
Heh. I swear I'd seen about 2/3rds of this episode before in fanfic, but regardless: awesome!
I love and adore Eva and I totally want to read tons of Sam/Eva fic immediately. Dear Powers That Be: Please don't have her be evil. Sure, have her be momentarily possessed and broken and angsty about killing her fiance or something, but not... Meg-like. Cause that'd be kind of boring. She's funny and smart and actually pretty like normal people are pretty.
(Now would be a bad time to get on a tangent about how the most attractive that Jo has ever looked -- in my opinion, of course -- was in that one episode after being sweaty and locked in a box. She was hot because she was all disheveled and looked like an ACTUAL PERSON. Um, the end.)
Oh, Dean with the gag and the explosions and the visible breaking at the thought that his Sammy (not Gordon's "Sammy", but SAMMY) was all 'sploded. Very nice. I adore you, Dean. But, uh... Sam is kind of owning my soul right now.
Really. Sam has never seemed more freaking well-adjusted. He's all, hey, look, I can kick ass without being evil! Look at me! I can be super sleuth guy -- without being evil! Now, see, I'm logically and systematically searching for answers so that I don't turn evil -- and I'm still not evil! Now I'm being awesomely hot and competent without the use of evil powers (or, well maybe just a couple)!
He's so well-adjusted about the whole thing that I expect him to start passing out pamphlets: "Vote Samuel Winchester Not Evil in 2007."
I wonder if a big part of it is that he already kind of suspected (like all the rest of us) what the secret was. He knew there was a pattern, he knew the demon wanted him for something -- it's not that big of a stretch. Of course, suspecting and knowing are different things, but he definitely wasn't surprised. Upset and pissed as hell, yes, but not shocked. Oh, Sam. And how long did he travel without Dean, did they say? A couple weeks? (Why, yes, I am finding spaces where fic can go. What of it.)
Also, I know I can't be the only one that flailed at that shot of whatsisnamestabbityguy's closet with all the yellow eyes pasted up on the wall and squealed "Oooh, AWESOME VID SHOT!" Out loud. No, I thought not.
I need Eva icons.
Oh. Oh. Oh. EVIL THOUGHT. If we're meant to think that Eva killed her boyfriend -- um. Does this put a WHOLE NEW SPIN on the Jess thing? What's the damn connection with the women on ceilings, anyway? What do those four have in common? Max went crazy, Scott or whatever his name was went crazy... Scott was also hearing the yellow-eyed dude telling him to do things, like Andy's brother was -- and Andy's brother, mark another down in the crazy column -- but...
What do the people without the childhood house fires have in common? We only know Eva and Andy's brother, right? I'm not seeing connections here, yet. Gah. MORE INFORMATION, PLEASE. NOW.
*stares at black television screen*
Ahem. So, hi! How goes it in the land of LJ? Every time I resolve to be online more, something happens to knock me out of the loop again. Eventually I might just have to accept the fact that I am a gigantic spaz and am never going to change. But until then, I am resolving to be online more. It's 2007 and all, you know. But, yeah, the extent of my time on LJ lately is spent reading fic and lurking on my friends list like a creepy person and basically anything that requires no brain activity. And hey, it's been a month since I last posted. Heh.
(Today, my roommate says to me, "What do you do when you're on your computer? Because you're enjoying yourself, but you're not on Facebook and Myspace all the time like me... it seems so much healthier! What's your secret?"
"Uh," I replied.)
I was going to do the end-of-year fic meme, but I discovered I'd only posted three fics in the past year. Gah! That may change soon -- I'm taking a writing class where we're supposed to write pieces of personal narrative daily, so of course I'm perpetually distracted from my classwork by planning wild Supernatural AUs and different ways I could pair up Sam Winchester and Claire Fisher from Six Feet Under. (Tell me you can't see it!)
Speaking of fic -- I wrote one for Yuletide! Like, ages ago! I'll post that link up in a bit. I also got a lovely fic in return: Bill of Service, by Sonya. It's Dark Angel, Max/Alec-ish, but really just reminiscent of the fun banter and zany plots that the show really specialized in. Lovely and fun.
And uh, I should really be writing a paper right now. Or at least figuring out a reason the Winchesters might be dropping by Fisher and Sons Funeral Home. Zombies? I think there must be.