OMG! You have no idea how much I was looking forward to this! I started stalking your journal after the new episode aired! *feigns embarrassment*
Oh! The flashback! Just, GAH! The angst! And Bobby to the rescue! And holy shit! You are a bloody magician with the words! This story is just brilliantly written! GAH!
And just WTH is with this Marcus character? Last chapter he starts making sense, and I just can't seem to flip right over to this guy is alright. Then he seems all cool calm and collected again at the beginning of this chapter. “Are you?” “Am I what?” “Running half-cocked vigilante.”
And there it is! The reaction I knew Dean was having in the last chapter... “Take a piss, smack you in the mouth... urge has passed.”
So I am beginning to think, ok, maybe this guy isn't half bad...and then WHAM! "He looked as though someone had emptied a bag of snakes into the room." He turns right back into a giant pansy! What is the deal with this guy
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Dude. I am going to start printing your comments out and taping them to my forehead. Or I'll hand them out like business cards when I meet people.
See? I'll say, I don't suck. I know it SEEMS like I do. But I has a REFERENCE here.
*titters* Who am I fooling? I am a socially clumsy dumbass. We is who we is. Hey, thanks for reading. You can post as long as you like, babe. There are no space restrictions in Dragonsverse. Room for all. :) Have a great weekend.
If only I hadn't refreshed just one last time before shutting down. It's 1:00 a.m. here and I have to work tomorrow! Never mind. It was so worth it.
I just love your language. It's incredibly vivid, but at the same time it never pulls me out of the story. Usually something will just flip a little switch in my brain on the way by and then I'll go back to look for it after I've managed to come back up for air. This bit just filled me with glee: ...he was sufficiently removed from the unsolicited train of thought, and formidably displaced five blocks from the pawn shop.... I'm just a word-whore and you're my favorite John!
And then there was this line from the first section: He’d sold his ports and harbors, bought himself an endless storm. In the face of that, my own words fail me. Sam's guilt and terror made me ache. Then it turned into a powerful juxtaposition against the interactions between them in the present--when the extreme vulnerability of near-mortal injury is past, but none of the danger, and because neither one
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Had to comment even before I finished reading the chapter, because this? "But there was no peace awaiting Dean. He’d sold his ports and harbors, bought himself an endless storm." Is beautiful. Srsly. It's so simply stated, and yet so powerful. Wow. OK, back to reading...
“Good. Because you’re not going to have any idea the kind of effort I’ve gone to until long after you walk out that door. And then? It’s going to be too late to come back and be nice.”
No fucking kidding. I went back and read that scene, just so I could pick up on this type of thing... you are ridiculously ingenious. Reading this fic is like watching a grand master chess game... if you like, care about chess 'n stuff, which I don't. But damn, do I care about the boys!
I refer you to my previous reply to quellefromage's comment. Please assume crash positions. Smoke 'em if you got 'em, peoples. This is it. We're goin' over the top.
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Thanks for reading. :)
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Oh! The flashback! Just, GAH! The angst! And Bobby to the rescue! And holy shit! You are a bloody magician with the words! This story is just brilliantly written! GAH!
And just WTH is with this Marcus character? Last chapter he starts making sense, and I just can't seem to flip right over to this guy is alright. Then he seems all cool calm and collected again at the beginning of this chapter. “Are you?” “Am I what?” “Running half-cocked vigilante.”
And there it is! The reaction I knew Dean was having in the last chapter... “Take a piss, smack you in the mouth... urge has passed.”
So I am beginning to think, ok, maybe this guy isn't half bad...and then WHAM! "He looked as though someone had emptied a bag of snakes into the room." He turns right back into a giant pansy! What is the deal with this guy ( ... )
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See? I'll say, I don't suck. I know it SEEMS like I do. But I has a REFERENCE here.
*titters* Who am I fooling? I am a socially clumsy dumbass. We is who we is. Hey, thanks for reading. You can post as long as you like, babe. There are no space restrictions in Dragonsverse. Room for all. :) Have a great weekend.
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Too much? I can't help it! I am always blown away! socially clumsy dumbass...check...me too! :)
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I just love your language. It's incredibly vivid, but at the same time it never pulls me out of the story. Usually something will just flip a little switch in my brain on the way by and then I'll go back to look for it after I've managed to come back up for air. This bit just filled me with glee: ...he was sufficiently removed from the unsolicited train of thought, and formidably displaced five blocks from the pawn shop.... I'm just a word-whore and you're my favorite John!
And then there was this line from the first section: He’d sold his ports and harbors, bought himself an endless storm. In the face of that, my own words fail me. Sam's guilt and terror made me ache. Then it turned into a powerful juxtaposition against the interactions between them in the present--when the extreme vulnerability of near-mortal injury is past, but none of the danger, and because neither one ( ... )
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*facepalm* Not that I think you are mentally fractured. I'm sure you're fine. It's just... SHUT UP DRAGONS.
*shutting up now*
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No fucking kidding. I went back and read that scene, just so I could pick up on this type of thing... you are ridiculously ingenious. Reading this fic is like watching a grand master chess game... if you like, care about chess 'n stuff, which I don't. But damn, do I care about the boys!
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I refer you to my previous reply to quellefromage's comment. Please assume crash positions. Smoke 'em if you got 'em, peoples. This is it. We're goin' over the top.
*weeps*
But thanks. :)
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