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I HAVE SUBMITTED MY PAPER!! Or at least the draft. Which I am hoping I won't have to revise too much, after I've discussed it with my prof, but the bulk is done. I F*ING ROCK.

I've spent most of today sleeping, watching rubbish YouTubes and reading fanfic, mostly on ff.net since lj is having spasms again. And pondering what to post, if ever lj got itself together, in celebration of my new-found freedom to lounge about and do nothing at least for today. In my heady rush of happiness, I felt that I should do something to honour the various pieces of pop crap that served as time-outs to keep my spiralling hatred for all of humanity everything in check, and maybe provide a valuable resource for others. You're welcome.

FIRST, because they really did help get me over the finish line, the sheer addictive ... silliness of LMFAO was a Godsend. Ridiculous? Yes. Vulgar? Sure. Necessary? You bet yo shufflin ass. They're kind of peversely adorable, and clearly I don't have enough of that in my life. (Sarcasm. I have a lot of that in my life. But it's still adorable. And then there's that one part in Champagne Showers (third one linked) where all of a sudden Redfoo goes from peversely adorable to oh. uh. Hot. I know, there's something wrong with me. Moooving on.) I am now enacting a week's abstinence in order to keep my brain from being mushed by dance beats.

SECOND, I worked a little on developing my tiny crush on Dermot O'Leary-via-Never Mind the Buzzcocks. Which essentially consisted of watching the episodes he's in, although that dropped off as LMFAO took over, not because they are more crushable by any means, but that the NMTB episodes were a) half an hour long and b) too good at getting me to click on more of them.

For those who are American and haven't the faintest idea of pretty much anything I mentioned in the above paragraph, I'll explain. Never Mind the Buzzcocks is a UK pop music quiz. It is quite incredibly snarky, gut-bustingly funny, and full of weird, wonderful and bizarre personalities, all of whom are legitimate targets for ridicule, and at least one of whom has walked off the set while filming. (This didn't noticeably set proceedings back at all.) American guests, when they have any, tend to be thoroughly lost, having no frame of reference for either the sense of humour or the cultural references, as it turns out that the UK has a rich, thriving, diverse and equally-crap pop entertainment industry as the USA (who knew?). Some, however, take it so in stride that it's eerie. Most notable (for my money)? Josh-freaking-Groban. And he is hilarious. He even came back as a guesthost when the show was between hosts. (See what I mean about the link-jacking? Yeah.)

In keeping with making me reconsider and basically have to eat some of my poorly-informed pop prejudices, Dermot O'Leary is a host on X-Factor (Simon Cowell had better not come on Buzzcocks – not that he ever, ever would – because I in NO WAY want to find myself with a sneaking liking for him.) Once I remembered what that was, I couldn't believe I liked anyone associated with it. But I couldn't help it. He was just cheeky and somehow genuinely likeable, and anyone who can easily and happily match Simon, the awesomely snarky regular host, is pretty damn appealing.

Because this sort of thing is quite hard to follow with no context whatsoever, I shall explain (briefly and what I can). Here Dermot is guest team-captain, between two of the most disparate guests I've ever seen on the show, and somehow made me want to watch the three of them as some kind of regular panel. Doing I don't care what. It was this bizarrely perfectly balanced opposites, with Dermot as the hinge in the middle. Here, he's guesthosting, with the obligatory tongue-in-cheek X-Factor themed elements; it's one of the more warm and fuzzy episodes, including the quite sweet friendship between him and one guest, a member of the boyband JLS which won (or something) the previous season of X-Factor. Giving the episode additional comedic fodder is that it directly follows the episode with Jedward, an act from the then-current season of X-Factor, consisting of two unbelievably dim, verbally incontinent teenage twins called John and Edward. Good times.

THIRD, I wrote commentfic. Three quite wildly different commentfics; one tiny Leverage total crack!fic (which was a throwaway for tahirire, but combined with my incessant LMFAO watching has planted SEEDS, damnit, I kept it bloody short for a REASON and now I kind of want to write more) and two SPN – a cage!fic and a ... I don't know, what are we calling Dean's-time-with-Lisa fic? Anyway. So. Here.

Title: wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle, originally posted in comments at tahirire's because it's ALL HER FAULT.
Ficverse: LeveragePlus, LMFAO's "Sexy and I Know It" music video
Series: crack addiction
Rating: Gen, PG
Length: 250 ish
Characters: Nate, Parker, Sophie
Notes: I keep saying I won't do more of these but now I know I'm lying.
Warnings/Spoiler: none
Disclaimer: Stuff that's not mine is not mine.
Feedback: let's hear it. The good, the bad, the ugly....

Teaser: Basically you just really need to watch the video. NSFW at all.

"Aah.... Sophie?" Nate was finally able to bring himself to say, though still unable to tear his eyes from the runway that for some reason ran right through the middle of the beachfront club, down which random members of the public were now cavorting. Mostly in their underwear. All other issues aside, it was ... unsettlingly wiggly.

"Nice move," Parker, standing next to him, observed critically, not unsettled in the least. "I didn't know pants ripped off that easily. I wonder if that's a local specification?"

Nate pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sophie."

"Yes?" She sounded amused, and this did not improve his mood, but the annoyance he felt did allow him to turn his attention on her. To glare. She raised her eyebrows in complete unrepentance. "You asked for a diversion. A good one."

He took a breath. "Did it occur to you that a diversion that distracts even your own team might be a little too good?"

"Uh...." She stopped, and he followed the direction of her coy smile back to the runway, to a sultry-looking young man who appeared to have removed nothing but his sunglasses, and had apparently winked at her.


She gave him an exasperated look. "It's just a wiggle-off, Nate. I merely provided a small fillip." She looked past him pointedly. "Parker, did you get all you need?"

The thief flourished something that spun and twinkled in her fingers as an answer, before making it disappear just as quickly.

"See? No problem."

Nate thinned his lips. "Fine. Then you get Eliot and Hardison down from there."

Title: weakness
Ficverse: SPN
Series: SPN comment!fic
Rating: PG
Length: 450 ish
Characters: Sam, Adam
Prompted and posted: from 3.03, Bad Day at Black Rock
Dean: What is wrong with you, huh? She lying, you gotta know that, don't you? She knows what your weakness is, it's me.
Warning/Spoilers: to 5.22, Swan Song; Cage!fic
Disclaimer: Not mine, yada yada.
Notes: Really, really not something I want to get my head into, so I kept it as detached as possible as I figured that worked tonally for Sam's headspace at this point. I mostly wrote it because as much as I would love to believe that Sam could protect Adam in the Cage (and there is absolutely no question in my mind that he wouldif he could), I immediately see it as a liability. Sorry for my head. :/

I didn't spend much time thinking about Hell. About what it would be like in the Cage. I could not afford to; dwelling on what awaited me down there could only weaken at my determination to jump.

So I shut that part of me away and focused on the mission and if I thought about it at all, it was only to do everything I could to make sure I saw it through. I would atone. I would save the world. I would save my brother. I would overcome the evil inside me; I would finally know I am good, if only by damning myself to Hell.

I couldn't always keep it out. But never, in the darkest of thoughts, did I expect this. I thought it would just be me. Me and Lucifer, and I could just keep fighting – the way Dad taught me, the way Dean taught me. Forever, until there was nothing left to fight with. I'm not delusional, I knew I'd lose. But I also knew that, finally, I would be the only one to suffer because of it.

I raise my head to meet my little brother's eyes, and I break into pieces all over again. I've lost count how many times and how many ways a person can come apart.

We're decades past the moment Lucifer and Michael convinced Adam to pick up a scalpel. The poor kid, he was so ... tormented. I didn't blame him. But I'd run out of ways to protect him a long time ago; every impulse to do so was like torture catnip to them, and if this meant they'd stop scourging him in front of me, if he could get some relief, the work he went to on me was a small price to pay.

We're years past the moment Lucifer suggested to me that maybe I could save him. I honestly don't know if I really believed him, but by then anything seemed possible. If I could just destroy Adam enough, if I could take him down to motes and cut them up too, maybe he'd be gone.

We're months past the moment I knew he'd never be gone. That neither of us would ever be gone. There are bits of both of us all over this Cage, and there are archangels hating each other through us, and I don't really have anything else to do for the rest of eternity. Who knows? Maybe while it's my turn I'll discover something that really will help. I always was good at research.

There's a knife in my hands. And I know just where to start.

Title: dark and depressing
Ficverse: SPN
Series: SPN comment!fic
Rating: PG
Length: 2200 ish
Characters: Lisa, Dean
Prompted and posted: from 2.18, Hollywood Babylon
McG: Brad, this is a horror movie.
Brad: And who says horror has to be dark? It's sort of depressing, don't you think?

Warning/Spoilers: to 5.22 or 6.01
Disclaimer: Not mine, yada yada.
Notes: Just an odd little notion about childhood fears that I thought fit Dean pretty well, so I gave it a shot. I'm curious to know if others think it works too....

Lisa was careful. She avoided asking questions, usually, but she was figuring out the stuff he could handle, the stuff he couldn't, the stuff she didn't have a clue about yet. It was hard work; he didn't often say much and she made too many mistakes, and his strengths and fragilities were nothing like any other man she'd ever met. But she was careful and she was getting there and she'd known from the moment he turned up on her doorstep without Sam that she was never going to give up on him.

Sometimes she caught a knowing look. Sometimes he volunteered a strategic detail that yielded more insight than a week of watching. Sometimes when she found she did have to ask, there was this odd pause of restraint and meditation before he answered. It made her throat close up a little, like he knew too well what she was doing. Like he was doing what he could to meet her halfway, to help her help him.

And then there was that helpless look he would shutter away from her, that deep, frozen silence, when he just ... couldn't. Those were the times when it was more like something was clawing at her throat, and she'd put her arms around him if he'd let her, and let him have his space if he didn't, and save her tears for later so he didn't have to bear them on top of everything else.

In spite of the rough patches and the setbacks, they were getting better at being a team, at keeping him stable and consistently functional and her aware of his general state. Which was why it startled her when Dean got up suddenly and walked away from the tv, with a particular kind of casualness that set off a slew of her internal alerts.

She quickly double-checked the program, and her son. It was some animal-rescue show that hadn't raised any red flags in her head when Ben had begged Dean to watch tv with him; even though being a mechanic had suddenly become Ben's highest (permitted) aspiration, it had been veterinarian before that, and animal shows were still a draw. The scene was something to do with horses in a boggy, flooded field, which didn't seem especially dark or horrific, at least no more than any of the other wounded and mistreated animals featured previously. Ben was still riveted on it, not noticeably bothered by Dean's exit or the nature of it. Which, if Lisa knew Dean – and she was getting there – was the intention.

She frowned, watching the show for a minute for what had set Dean off, but whatever it was, she wasn't going to find the clues on the screen.

When she joined him in the kitchen, he already had a beer in his hands. He didn't look up at her right away, but when he did it was with a broken, rueful half-smile that killed any question dead on her lips. She crossed to where he was leaning against the island's counter and, when he didn't turn around to face her but didn't pull away either, wrapped herself around him and kissed his shoulder before laying her cheek against it. She just held him, listening to the sound of his heartbeat where her ear nestled against his ribs, just below his shoulderblade, moving with him when he drew in a deep breath. She breathed with him, taking in the smell of him underneath her own brand of laundry soap, his body warmth making the scent emanate from the fabric. She let her length rest against his, settled her arms around his waist and just held him.

"What was it?" she asked into his back, once the silence had become comfortable enough.

He laughed with a kind of hollow amusement, but didn't show any signs of pulling away. "I, uh ... it sounds so dumb. After everything I've seen...."

"After everything you've seen, it'd be dumb not to think random things would affect you," she said reasonably; she'd done a lot of reading on PTSD, although it wasn't helping as much as she'd expected. Even as she said it she felt his shoulders tense, in the way she'd come to recognize meant she'd missed his meaning. She bit her lip, and waited to find out if she'd put him off trying to explain.

"Point," Dean said after a minute, and snorted deprecatingly. "I wish it were just that. Sounds way more heroic."

She squeezed him, but didn't risk saying anything this time.

"No, it just ... it, ah ... reminded me of The Neverending Story."

She pulled her head back to meet the look he was giving her over his shoulder, frowning her bemusement. "What?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, it didn't sound any less stupid than it did in my head." He shook it, and took a drink. "Man. It's been a long time since I've been this much of a little bitch."

His laugh was about as convincing as the last one, and she tugged him to face a little more toward her. "Dean," she said gently, but firmly.

He looked down, then away. "I don't know. I can't remember when I saw it ... I think I must have been six. Maybe seven?" He thought about it for a minute, then shrugged. "Yeah, because I remember Sa–"

He closed down around that name, as he nearly always did when he found himself saying it unexpectedly. But as the months passed he had got better at recovering, or forcing himself to, as he did now, breathing hard and swallowing before finally clearing his throat. "Uh. So ... six or seven. I ... uh, I think I saw it on tv ... don't think I ever watched it more than once."

He lapsed back into silence, fiddling with the bottle in his hands, until she rested her chin on his shoulder and coaxed him again. "What happened?"

"I ... dunno. You remember that part with the horse?"

She frowned again; it had been a long time since she'd seen it either, but now the animal show they'd been watching actually did give a clue. "I think so. You mean in the swamp, where it sank?"

"Yeah.... Freaked me right the hell out."

She did remember, now that he mentioned it. She didn't blame him.

He ran his hand through his hair and gave another snort. "It's weird, I can't remember anything else I ever watched – you know, on tv – hitting me like that. Not even anything else that happened in the movie. I even spent a while hugging the walls at night. Not really sure why – I guess I thought quicksand could just ... appear, and you'd never know it. Just walk right into it. I mean, the kid and his horse did, right? I guess it's how I thought it worked at the time."

Lisa had an odd, overlapping sense of memories of holding Ben while they talked through some irrational, movie-inspired fear of his, and smiled slightly. "What did your dad do?"

Dean's reflective frown became perplexed. "Dad? I don't think he knew."

Lisa had thought she was getting better at not showing surprise when the various revelations of Dean's past redefined her assumptions of what was normal, but she didn't manage to stop herself from blurting, "You didn't tell him?"

"Of course not. He already had enough problems. He didn't need to deal with mine, too."

She didn't manage to keep the anger out of her voice, either. "That's what he told you?"

Dean stilled, and she bit her lip again. But after a moment, he just leaned across and brushed a kiss against her eyebrow. "No," he said quietly. "It's just the way it was."

She nodded against his shoulder and kept herself from sighing. "Okay," she whispered, taking his acceptance for hers, at least for this conversation. Putting Dean on the defensive was not what he needed right now, that much she learned a while back. And who was she to judge what constituted good parenting in the world Dean grew up in?

He'd gone silent again, though. Not the frozen silence that chilled her to the heart; he was still fiddling with his beer, so it was a thinking silence. He always thought too much. She ducked under his arm and insinuated her hip between his and the counter, stretching up to catch his lips with hers until she was sure she had his attention back. When she drew back he gave her a tiny smile, touched his forehead to hers while far too many things happened behind his eyes. It reminded her all over again just how aware he was of what she was doing, but she tightened her arms around his waist and nuzzled into his neck, not apologizing and not letting him slip back into his own head.

"So tell me about it," she said.

"What do you mean?" he asked, and she very carefully did not think any thoughts about his father.

"I mean tell me what about it upset you. If you can," she added hastily.

"Ahh.... I mean, it was, you know ... freaky. The black mud, the horse screaming, getting sucked down...." He cleared his throat and restated the obvious. "Freaky."

"Yeah," she agreed, and smiled just a little to keep the questioning light, less threatening. "But then, that wasn't the only freaky thing in the movie. I mean...."

"True," he admitted, slightly reluctantly, and Lisa waited to see if she needed to prompt him again. Just as she began to form the next question in her mind, he shrugged. "I don't remember much of the rest of the movie. I don't think I really cared what happened, after that." He paused in thought for a moment, then resumed the subject. "But it was like ... here's this kid, this warrior, all strong and brave and true – not like that other kid, what a weiner – and he's setting off entrusted with saving the world ... just him, on his own. No one else. But that's okay, even if there's no one to really help him, 'cause he's got his horse, and they went everywhere together and meant the world to each other, you know? I mean ... it was his horse. It wasn't just his responsibility, it was his companion ... it was like it was really his home – he was a warrior from the plains people, they were nomadic, right?"

Lisa made a vaguely affirmative noise; she honestly couldn't remember, but it sounded right and she didn't want to break the flow.

"And then ... he leads them both into that swamp, and ... they just start sinking, and there's – there's just nothing he can do to stop it. No matter what he does, and his horse trusted him, and he couldn't stop it, he wasn't strong enough, he couldn't –" Dean broke off, but a dam had broken and the scene kept pouring out of him anyway. "It was so suffocating and they were both screaming and he was sobbing and they're struggling with everything they have but it didn't matter and he couldn't hold on to it, couldn't save it, it just ... it just got pulled right down until it was lost, gone, like it never...."

He took a deep, terrible breath like he wasn't even aware he was doing it, her hold around him telling her of the subtle shudder that ran through him. "Then he pulls himself up by the tree and – and then he went on. I ... I never ... it was like I couldn't move on with him in the movie, like I was still stuck there, right there at the edge of the quicksand where I could feel it being sucked down and I could never understand how he could get up and keep going, how he could go on when he'd lost his horse. How could he ever leave it behind like that?"

Dean turned the full force of the question on her with his eyes, with all the lost bewilderment of a six year-old with no paradigm for that scale of grief. No, she corrected herself; no paradigm for moving past that scale of grief. She opened her mouth, but even as she did she knew she had no words to help him.

"I don't know," she said, unable to keep the rasp of tears from her voice.

He stared back at her, unfathomable, as she had a desperate sense of hatches battening shut, flow controls clinically re-establishing after the crest of the flood had passed. Before she could think of anything to stop it – she'd never yet worked out how – that cool, detached humor was sliding into place.

"Yeah, well –" and a sip of beer closed him off completely, "– kids get the weirdest ideas in their heads. Speaking of which, once he's finished watching his pansy bleeding-heart animal shows, tell that one that I'm out working on the truck if he wants to join. After his chores though."

"Yeah," Lisa agreed unhappily, but he was already turning, and she all she could do was watch him walk away.

If my fic seems bipolar and upsetting, I think we all know what to blame, here. Quick! Go back to the NMTB links and watch yourself back to a happy place!


( 22 speakses — have a speak )
Oct. 6th, 2011 11:26 pm (UTC)
Okay, firstly, the vid I linked was my ONLY LMFAO experience, until now. So you get to share the blame. Secondly - it's that JACKET. It's so tight. O.o And because he can dance.

Oct. 6th, 2011 11:33 pm (UTC)
ALL YOUR FAULT. Because I am not in denial AT ALL.

Yeah, I'm ... not sure I really want to look too closely at the why of the hotness. Jacket, you think? Hm. But I DO love their dancing. *cute* And the story line in the two linked ones is just ... musebait. SIGH.

DEEEEEEN. I think we ALL felt that way about Artax. But compound it with his many issues and it just becomes an overarching metaphor for his WHOLE LIFE. *clings with you*
Oct. 6th, 2011 11:36 pm (UTC)
I am totally not writing extremely dark depressing and yet wrongfully hot probably only to me post 702 fic right now, oh no I am not. I am doing homework like a good - aw, Hell.
Oct. 6th, 2011 11:41 pm (UTC)
I TOTALLY BELIEVE YOU. Get down with that homework, you good thing! *cheers you while actually waiting eagerly for darkhotfic*
Oct. 6th, 2011 11:42 pm (UTC)
We need some kind of fandom-student support group comm, where we can all come and be like HEY SOMEONE KICK MY ASS ON FRIDAY MORNING, REMIND ME I HAVE A PAPER AND FOR GOD'S SAKE STAY OFF TWITTER.
Oct. 6th, 2011 11:50 pm (UTC)
Right, so that when we compulsively check our flist for the twentieth time in two hours it keeps being updated with posts that say GET OFF THE INTERTUBES AND DO YOUR HOMEWORK OR CLOWNS WILL EAT YOU.

And then there'll be the catharsis posts with the inflatable duck to stab repeatedly.

And the enabling posts where everyone talks about what they've been using to procrastinate.

This is gonna go really well, I can just feel it!
Oct. 7th, 2011 12:16 am (UTC)
The Dean/Lisa one was just...OMG awesomely perfect and heartbreaking! I believe that scene really truly happened!

And the Sam one was heartbreaking in a terrifying way!

Delighted to see stories from you again!!!
Oct. 7th, 2011 01:36 am (UTC)
Thanks! It's good to be writing stories again. :):)

I'm really glad the Dean/Lisa story landed for you. The idea was a bit out on a limb, in a way, but it felt right. So I'm glad others see that too. As for the Sam one ... *wibbles*
Oct. 7th, 2011 02:39 am (UTC)
*hugs Sam forever*

*hugs Adam almost as much*

:P sorry. I have preferences. I know I'm Bad.


Oh Dean :( *radiates love and hurts for him*

Thank you, btw. I never saw Neverending Story, and now I never will.



Edited at 2011-10-07 02:40 am (UTC)
Oct. 7th, 2011 04:50 am (UTC)
Eh. We all have preferences. But much hugging is needed across the board :)

Yeah – there's a lot more to Neverending Story than that, and if you're not planning on getting around to watching it, I don't mind spoiling you that: the happy ending is extended to the boy and the horse both. But still. I don't think it made any difference to Dean. :/ And (if my memories don't exaggerate) the scene was definitely very disturbing.
Oct. 7th, 2011 02:53 pm (UTC)
I'm glad the horse and his boy get a happy ending! ^_^

I think though, like Dean, it would traumatize me - you describe the scene very vividly!

I HATE and react more to seeing bad things happen to animals than to people! <.<;;

*hugs you*

...what? :)

Oct. 7th, 2011 06:44 pm (UTC)
Yeah, it's awful watching things happen to animals, I can understand that.

<3 *hugs you back* <3
Oct. 7th, 2011 06:37 am (UTC)
Holy crap, you wrote Dean at his textbook Aquarius best..wherein any deep emotional outpouring is considered AGAINST THE LAW AND PUNISHABLE BY 30 YEARS IN REAL OR IMAGINED HELL or until he bucks the fuck up and pretends it never happened...

Oh Lisa...I love your steadfast denial and plucky determination to reach the man you love, despite the insurmountable mountain of razor-edged eggshells crunching under your feet...

Wonderful characterization..I was sucked right in and was so bummed when it was over, lol...This is such a gem! :)
Oct. 7th, 2011 06:56 pm (UTC)
Thank you! :) I don't actually know much about starsigns, but I agree, there is a LOT of repression going on there. Compound that with Dean feeling he always needs to be the strong one.... Gah.

Poor Lisa. Even among the annals of intense psychotherapy, there is no manual for Dean. The day-to-day of that had to be rough. And I guess that was part of what I was writing, trying to look at how anyone goes about climbing that mountain with a damaged person that they love.

Glad you liked! :)
Oct. 7th, 2011 09:32 pm (UTC)
VICTORY! You absolutely f*ing rock!

One of the happiest days of my life was the day it hit me I was DONE with grad school, and I'd never have to write another paper, or take another exam EVER AGAIN. You're almost there!

I wasted half an hour watching NMTB. Uh, thank you?

I can't read Sam-in-the-Cage fic. Nope. Can't do it.

Your Dean&Lisa was spot on. And now I'm depressed thinking about it. Thanks a lot.

[I will retreat to my happy place, where Sam is a horse. Because I'm twelve.]
Oct. 8th, 2011 06:45 am (UTC)

I'm hesitant to really let myself think I'm done because I don't want to find myself totally unprepared for a total revision, which I am praying won't be necessary. But ALMOST THERE, YES.

Like I said – you're welcome :p But ONLY half an hour? Wow. Waaaay better than I usually do. Which one?

I'm fine with you not reading it. I only wrote it because the alternative was that idea hanging around in my head, getting more and more involved and nasty. Definitely a candidate for bunny exorcism.

I'm really glad you think the Dean and Lisa was spot on. This wasn't one of those stories I could think through – I was just feeling my way through it, and that left me feeling a little unsettled. Because I really couldn't consciously connect the dots about why it felt so *Dean* to be especially freaked out that way by it, you know? But it DID feel that way. Idk.

Ooh, if Sam's a horse, then what are Dean and Bobby? :)
Oct. 8th, 2011 05:23 pm (UTC)
Here's to ALMOST THERE. *high fives you back*

Lemme see ... I watched the one where the guy walks off stage. I think prat is the best word to describe him. Then I watched the one with the twins, because how could I not watch something called Jedward. I wasn't prepared for the hair, sweet mercy the hair. I gave up on that one when they started going on about twitter. Finally, I watched the one with Dermot O'Leary, and was terribly disappointed he didn't have an Irish accent. I love a good Irish accent. False advertising, I say. He didn't really say much, though I did enjoy the guy from Peep Show on that one.

Here's why I like your story so much: It has all these layers - innocent-child-Dean, who believed sea monkeys were real, would of course be affected by that movie. And the idea that something from your childhood is carried with you forever is totally Show. Then there's the horse. The thing about animals, or pets really, is that they are innocent creatures at our mercy, we are their protectors. This would TOTALLY ping with Dean. [Although just generally I think children tend to be very affected by animals suffering.] Then you've added that thing, where when someone dies everything reminds you of them - so, tv show leads to movie leads to Sam. And finally there's that delicious layer of Dean and Lisa. How Dean wouldn't want to talk, but also maybe would just a little. And she wouldn't want to push. GAH. I love Dean & Lisa. I love that going to her at the end of 5.22 was so f*ing heroic, and took everything Dean had in him. You've really captured what that would have been like. LOVE.

Heh, if Sam is a horse, Dean is still Dean. They'd be like the kid and the horse from Neverending story. Only Dean would be an adult, because I like adult Dean thank you very much. Hmm, see I never give Bobby a thought, but now that you mention it, Bobby could be doing what Bobby seems to be doing a lot of lately - going for supplies. They're gonna need a lot of oats.

Of course, spending any time in this fandom means that my mind also goes straight to the double entendre, so Sam-is-a-horse can of course be read in that nudge-nudge-wink-wink way as well. Either way makes me laugh, so it's a win all around.

Anywho, I need to pick your Deangirl brain. Would you email me once you've watched the episode? I have questions.
Oct. 9th, 2011 05:09 am (UTC)
Maybe that's it. Idk. I'm not so good at analysing my own stuff, I guess. But thanks for breaking it down for me a little. It gets to feeling too narcissistic to do that myself. Although I WAS definitely trying to capture the feeling on both sides when both people are trying to deal with one person's deep damage and both keep running into their own legitimate obstacles, and when sometimes they've gone as far as they can.

I love your Sam!horse, Dean!adult and Bobby!supplies. Love. I think you have to make that a crackfic. Not like it would be hard. (Careful with the entendre there.)

From what I know, Dermot O'Leary was born in Ireland, but I don't know where he grew up. Sorry for the accent mislead. If you watch the episode where he hosts, there's an Irish comedian with a delightful accent on it. Plus Jedward are Irish. Was that not enough for you? What more could you want? Unreasonable woman. (If you click on the "verbally incontinent" link up there, it has all the times people told them to shut up in that episode. It's kind of delightful.) :D

But yes, Preston is a complete and total *bleep*. I liked the guy they got to replace him, though. I thought he did a lovely job. Although I feel like Simon was actively trying to get him to walk off, though. And succeeded rather handily. I ❤ Simon. And Noel, while we're at it. And Phil is just too cute for words sometimes.

I'm away for the weekend, so I don't know when I'll get the chance to watch, but I'll let you know. I got some buzz that it was a questionable episode for Dean, but I don't really know details yet. I'm kind of excited, but not too much, knowing how easy it is to get this fandom in a tizzy. Is being rapturously in love with Show again for more than two episodes too much to ask, fandom? TWO episodes? Anyway.
Oct. 9th, 2011 10:56 pm (UTC)
It would not surprise me if such a crackfic already existed. Would not surprise me AT ALL. I'd look, but I'm afraid of what I might find. *shudders*

Huh, I noticed the Jedward boys' accents, but they were so annoying I guess it didn't register they were Irish. That video of them being told to shut up was rather satisfying - and it linked me to their appearance at the Eurovision song contest. That was ... special.

Good grief, fandom. I have to admit, I enjoy it when I love Show/Sam/Dean, and fandom hates [name it]. It reinforces my sense of superiority. :D Keep it up fandom!
Oct. 11th, 2011 06:59 pm (UTC)
Having now watched the ep, I can't say I'm surprised. Well, except that this is STILL the way fandom reacts to this kind of thing. Good grief indeed. Do you ever get the feeling that the writers and fandom are in an older/younger sibling relationship dynamic? They do love getting reactions out of us....
Oct. 9th, 2011 04:11 pm (UTC)
Your Lisa was lovely. Felt very right. Thanks for sharing.
Oct. 10th, 2011 05:56 pm (UTC)
Thank you! It was my pleasure. :)
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