I'm so glad you liked this. I was biting my nails about posting because, well, "Oh, fuck" sums it up, really. (I'll comment back if/when they get guessed, because I love sharing the love for shows around.)
I'm crying. I didn't even realize it but I am crying. It's like a mix of...I don't even know what. I'm crying. My skin's crawling. And all I can do is stare at it in awe.
I'm probably not going to sleep well tonight. Fuck. Seriously? It felt like a dream in a nightmare. Like I was reading two totally different things, experiencing the desire of the dream world with horror of the real.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Holy. I can't even articulate it anymore. It just makes me want to keep crying and go back to that aching hope Finn had in the dream.
I...I really have no words. Every word killed me. Every line made me want to read me more. There is no line between reality and fantasy anymore. It's just this aching ball of angsty terror with a sweet veneer for some of the time.
Ding! You are indeed correct! I have always loved texts that blur between dreams/fantasy and reality, so that episode of SPN just hit me so right. The Red Dwarf novel "Better Than Life" is also one of my favourite texts on the theme, but I stole far more heavily from SPN.
I'm really glad that I'm hitting the right notes with this fic, though I'm sorry that you'll be losing sleep. But, um, you get to request more creepy SPN/Glee fusion from me? If you want?
Darlin ;) Don't worry about me. I'm the girl who fell asleep halfway through Paranormal Activity. I'll sleep fine plus I gots my dream catcher!!!!!
You were banging those nails on the head. And I knew it was like that especially the car got me. ;) I'll email you about my fic requests. Have you expanded your knowledge of the show?
Okay, I confess because I'm kind of a dumbass I totally had no fucking clue what I was reading the first go round. I knew I liked it, I just had no idea what had happened.
But then I saw the comment that said this was like the Supernatural ep and it all clicked into place and I reread it and my confused WTF?!' like became 'Holy shit I worship at the altar of your genius' love.
And now I'm dying for more of Schuester and Finn, Demon Hunters. Like I am in desperate need of a backstory and a huge mega fic of big bang lengths. How they met, how they got into hunting, what their relationship is like...
(Also for some bizarre reason, the idea of Will being all terse/unemotional and broody with his curls shaved off makes me want to cry. I honestly was more upset by that than the huge gaping bloody infected wound in Finn's back. But it's also kind of hot and now I want them to have broody, fucked up, we might die any day, you're the only one I trust sex in one of those awful no tell motels Dean and Sam always stay at.)
This tickles me, because I really wanted people to get confused and be uncertain by this fic. My big fear was that everyone would know what was going on right off the bat, and that it would be a bland and boring execution of an interesting concept.
I didn't mean to fall in love with this verse, but I kind of have. How they met... yes, that fic will be written. I'm really pleased that how different Schuester is to Will stood out. He's a far cry from the Will we're familiar with.
So, I'm rereading this for the *mumbley mumbleyth* time since I'm a totally crazy stalker fan, and oh, Will's line about Finn being so tricky...I love it.
I can just see the Genie poking around in his brain 'Pretty blond cheerleader, nope. Cute little brunnette, nope. Ah...I see. How silly, I should have known. Here you go, Finn. Here's your Will. Enjoy.'
It's so creepy and perfect because the way it all slowly unfolds is such a horrible parody of the way their romance is often written in fic with Will starting out in the background as just Finn's teacher and then becoming the center of his world and everything he wants.
And just the effortless way he smooths every doubt and objection away.
No Ms. Pillsbury, no Terri, and when Finn starts to complain about feeling trapped and needing more, didn't you remember, Finn? You've got a scholarship.
It's very hard to say 'no thanks' to getting what you've always wanted. Finn's just not used to his life working out, it put his guard up. I'm so horrible to him.
I feel kinda happy because I actually figured out what was going on as I was reading (which seems to be better than most other people so for :D). You had me thinking lots of different things, but the line about sirens and the class reciting an exorcism chant rather than Spanish clued me in
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I'm so glad someone picked up the exorcism chant! I spent a whole four minutes googling that stuff :p
States of awareness is something that came up over and over again in my uni studies - in psych, in anthropology, in bio, in English. I've always loved learning about it from different perspectives, so writing fics that explore it is kind of like Christmas for me. I really wanted the ending to be a complicated one - we all want Finn to get back to reality and away from the beastie, but at the same time we want him to be happy and the two ends contradict one another.
You fucked up my mind on inception style levels. That was freaking awesome. It just clicked and blurring reality and dream and poor finn and schuester and will like how names make such a difference and. Oh. Fuck. I love you.
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I'm crying. I didn't even realize it but I am crying. It's like a mix of...I don't even know what. I'm crying. My skin's crawling. And all I can do is stare at it in awe.
I'm probably not going to sleep well tonight. Fuck. Seriously? It felt like a dream in a nightmare. Like I was reading two totally different things, experiencing the desire of the dream world with horror of the real.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Holy. I can't even articulate it anymore. It just makes me want to keep crying and go back to that aching hope Finn had in the dream.
I...I really have no words. Every word killed me. Every line made me want to read me more. There is no line between reality and fantasy anymore. It's just this aching ball of angsty terror with a sweet veneer for some of the time.
(Seriously what was this based on?)
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I'm really glad that I'm hitting the right notes with this fic, though I'm sorry that you'll be losing sleep. But, um, you get to request more creepy SPN/Glee fusion from me? If you want?
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You were banging those nails on the head. And I knew it was like that especially the car got me. ;) I'll email you about my fic requests. Have you expanded your knowledge of the show?
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But then I saw the comment that said this was like the Supernatural ep and it all clicked into place and I reread it and my confused WTF?!' like became 'Holy shit I worship at the altar of your genius' love.
And now I'm dying for more of Schuester and Finn, Demon Hunters. Like I am in desperate need of a backstory and a huge mega fic of big bang lengths. How they met, how they got into hunting, what their relationship is like...
(Also for some bizarre reason, the idea of Will being all terse/unemotional and broody with his curls shaved off makes me want to cry. I honestly was more upset by that than the huge gaping bloody infected wound in Finn's back. But it's also kind of hot and now I want them to have broody, fucked up, we might die any day, you're the only one I trust sex in one of those awful no tell motels Dean and Sam always stay at.)
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I didn't mean to fall in love with this verse, but I kind of have. How they met... yes, that fic will be written. I'm really pleased that how different Schuester is to Will stood out. He's a far cry from the Will we're familiar with.
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I can just see the Genie poking around in his brain 'Pretty blond cheerleader, nope. Cute little brunnette, nope. Ah...I see. How silly, I should have known. Here you go, Finn. Here's your Will. Enjoy.'
It's so creepy and perfect because the way it all slowly unfolds is such a horrible parody of the way their romance is often written in fic with Will starting out in the background as just Finn's teacher and then becoming the center of his world and everything he wants.
And just the effortless way he smooths every doubt and objection away.
No Ms. Pillsbury, no Terri, and when Finn starts to complain about feeling trapped and needing more, didn't you remember, Finn? You've got a scholarship.
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States of awareness is something that came up over and over again in my uni studies - in psych, in anthropology, in bio, in English. I've always loved learning about it from different perspectives, so writing fics that explore it is kind of like Christmas for me. I really wanted the ending to be a complicated one - we all want Finn to get back to reality and away from the beastie, but at the same time we want him to be happy and the two ends contradict one another.
Guh, I'm so glad this worked.
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I love you.
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