Ok, I haven't read this yet, cause I gotta go to work, but I just have to ask - have you seen the pics of the boys at the soapbox derby?! They were wearing Vancouver Canucks NHL jerseys!!! Ack! *dies* Go and look immediately!
Somewhere on the way back to Dean’s bedside, he gets a vague resigned prescience: He’s gonna balls up that conversation so bad it’ll be visible from space.
I should just put YOU in my memories and call it a day. The title of this alone kicks so much ass I cannot even believe it.
Oh, God. Go away. LOL. Thank you very much. Truly. And holy steamed up Dragons-glasses, Batman... Did you get a nice enough ground zero Derby gawk at Jensen's saggy jean-ass?
Oh, this was terrifically hurty from the title all the way to the mirror at the end, and possibly the best epigraph I've seen on a fic. Dean's extreme competence (and confidence) all through the fic, when all the time his dad is walking him into a gentle trap he doesn't even know is there. Wonderful.
I love the pride and humor in John's point of view here, and I truly enjoyed seeing Dean through his father's eyes. The two of them talk like such a pair of guys - I could see my Army Airborne cousin (my personal barometer for all things Macho and Chest-Poundy) comfortable at a back table with them, nursing a beer or three.
I sensed an underlying sadness and dissatisfaction with the life he's provided for his son, but I'm glad John didn't spend the fic agonizing over choices he's already made. And his ability to sneak around Dean's bravado makes me smile. Your John characterization rocks my socks. All of them, even the ones in the dryer.
Ooh, and I liked that part about John having Dean's full attention. I don't know if it was your intention, but my mind reeled off wondering whether John and Sam actually competed for Dean's attention, and whether Dean's role as Sam's mommy-replacement played into that (especially since you compared Dean to Mary, which is probably a creepy place for my brain to go, but you started it!), and and
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Thanks for reading. :)
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BOYS!!!!
PS love your new colour scheme - vera pretteh :)
Hmm, gonna have to sneak in a read of this at the office.... heh
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*cries, pushes links away* I can't look at those anymore. They're doing CORNEAL DAMAGE.
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I should just put YOU in my memories and call it a day. The title of this alone kicks so much ass I cannot even believe it.
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Oh, God. Go away. LOL. Thank you very much. Truly. And holy steamed up Dragons-glasses, Batman... Did you get a nice enough ground zero Derby gawk at Jensen's saggy jean-ass?
YOU THINK?
*hates on you a little*
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How's hiatus trying you other there on the East Coast?
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I sensed an underlying sadness and dissatisfaction with the life he's provided for his son, but I'm glad John didn't spend the fic agonizing over choices he's already made. And his ability to sneak around Dean's bravado makes me smile. Your John characterization rocks my socks. All of them, even the ones in the dryer.
Ooh, and I liked that part about John having Dean's full attention. I don't know if it was your intention, but my mind reeled off wondering whether John and Sam actually competed for Dean's attention, and whether Dean's role as Sam's mommy-replacement played into that (especially since you compared Dean to Mary, which is probably a creepy place for my brain to go, but you started it!), and and ( ... )
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What are you DOING? Stop it! *waves arms wildly*
I am deeply glad that this fic has instigated thought. Just stop making it sound so DIRTY. *titters into fist*
Thanks for reading, dude. And hell, if I'da known about the meat pies and the Christmas parade, I'da worked 'em in there for ya. :)
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