a giant corporation taking over all the books

VAMPIRE DIARIES! FTW!

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 21:35:57 GMT

Why does this series keep getting better and better?

Seriously, the show is completely masterful in revealing the story and its plotlines.

AND:

"I have to pee. Why do I have to pee? I thought I was dead." BEST LINE EVER.

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 20:24:03 GMT

Zac to Kevin:

OK, here it is. Your choice, it's simple, her or me. And I'm sure she's really great. But ~~Derek~~ Kevin, I love you. In a really, really big pretend to like your taste in ~~music~~ clothes, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, ~~hold a radio over my head~~ sing a musical outside your window in the pouring rain, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me.

Choose me.

Love me.

*

Someone write it for me, please.

ETA. But with less cheating on Danielle because she's awesome.

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 09:46:03 GMT

Ugh. Want more Kevron.

There's like three people in JoBros fandom who write Kevron.

SPN 5.some number

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 20:34:33 GMT

So, my reaction for the episode can be summarized by cutting and pasting text from people's reactions:

From lazy_daze:

...part of me is crying out for someone, SOMEONE, not even Sam, to say 'OH HEY SAM you chose a demon over your own brother and drank demon blood and started the apocalypse BECAUSE OF TWO YEARS OF EPIC MASTERFUL MANIPULATION BY RUBY AND A BUNCH MORE MANIPULATION BY ANGELS (INCLUDING CASTIEL WHO OPENED THE FUCKING FUCKFACE FUCKING @!@#@!$ PANIC ROOM DOOR) AND GOT PUNCHED MULTIPLE TIMES IN THE FACE BY SAID BROTHER, and by the way YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE DOING GOOD EVERY STEP OF THE WAY and the 'good intentions = road to hell' cliche can only go so far in laying blame,' but I don't think we will get that, and it makes me kinda sad. I love that Sam is taking full brunt but I just want SOMEONNNNNNE to give him the defense he refuses to give himself. GODDAMIT.)

From keepaofthecheez:

SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU OVERGROWN TWATWAFFLE IN A FUGLY COAT. YOU LET HIM OUT OF THE PANIC ROOM, YOU DICKSMACK ANGEL BITCH. I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON A CHICKEN SANDWICH YOU MORON FROM THE CLOUDS. I DESPISE YOU YOU SON OF A PREACHER MAN. YOU RUIN EVERY MOMENT OF THIS SHOW THAT I WATCH, DOUCHEBAG.

And I am with her in putting this in the Mediocre Pile.

QUALITY CONSISTENCY. That's all I ask.

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 17:50:36 GMT

Oh Glee.

You make so happy.

Anybody have a copy of that song in the end? I've always liked that song. It was used in Eragon (one of the most stunningly crappy fantasy movies in existence) but I like how they play it when Eragon's flying. So, I do have fond memories of it.

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Fri, 09 Oct 2009 05:50:30 GMT

FUCK YOU, YOU ABUSIVE ~~BOYFRIEND~~ SHOW. NO, I LOVE YOU. NO, I HATE YOU.

Okay, I lied.

I love you.

I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE.

You've been the worst boyfriend with your worship of Dean and making Sam look bad. But then you fess up and call yourself on your own shit.

THANK YOU FOR MAKING DEAN SHARE THE BLAME.

I want to say that I still haven't forgiven you for all the seasons you treated me like crap but... we both know that you already had me at that fucking cocky smirk/puppy eyes combination that you seem to have mastered throughout the years.

I HATE YOU SO MUCH.

I love you. Never leave me.

Love,
Mik

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Fri, 02 Oct 2009 20:02:01 GMT

So, hello show. I am so, so sorry for saying what I said last time.

I had so much WHIPLASH that I pretty much broke my night, had it reset and then broke it again for the rest of the year.

I still wish Kripke would use Sam more often as a telling device but who the hell cares?! My incestuous-buttsecks-loving-end-of-the-world-love brothers are BACK.

esorlehcar says it best: Seriously, SPN, make me look like a reactionary idiot more often. Please. I will thank you for it.

Sam in a white suit was bad. Really bad. I know that's a call out to Neil Gaiman's angels in his Sandman series but it didn't work.

Well, possibly if Sam didn't have any shoes on.

Or he could have just worn, a white tight shirt and a pair of white slacks. God, that would be so hot.

SPN: depressing and bitter and whiny words for Sam-fans

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Fri, 25 Sep 2009 23:32:25 GMT

This is not happy. Nor does it give glee. This is depressing news for Sam-lovers for it contains my opinions on how much Kripke has neglected Sam. Again, this is not happy-making. No one is forcing you to read.

This is my opinion on how the show has tossed Sam to the curb and concentrated on Dean way, way before Castiel ever made it to the scene.

I've been very quiet about the whole Sam versus Dean thing, only voicing out my opinions in comments in some people's journals. The main reason for my silence is because somewhere around season 3, Supernatural lost me and I just stopped caring about the show. Somewhere in season 3, I realized that I am never going to get a Sam-season the way that the show has given Dean four seasons. I also realized that there was truth in the statement that Dean is Kripke's Mary Sue.

I don't begrudge Kripke his Mary Sue character. Who am I to do that when all of my original fiction has a Mary Sue in it (albeit better-written)? But Kripke's fondness for Dean has started to have some detrimental effects. His over-focus on Dean has led to a dearth in development for Sam.

It is hard to root for a character when the creator clearly doesn't have the same amount of investment as you are. Hard to root for Sam when Kripke clearly is rooting very, very much for Dean. I will always praise him for the fantastic world he has created in Supernatural. But the man has very much neglected other characters and sad to say, one of them is our Sam.

Someone once wrote in a meta, after the end of Season 2, that all the characterization we had about Sam so far was a reflection of Dean's effects on him. We know that he doesn't like cock-rock. We know that he doesn't like casual sex. These are all characteristics brought out only by Dean's effects on him, Dean and his tastes. What we do not know (and still do not know) is what Sam actually likes. What kind of music does he like then? What kind of food?

Kripke has neglected the growth of other characters. He kept on concentrating on Dean and Dean alone, further encouraged by the majority of the Dean-girls egging him on. It reached a breaking point in Season 4 when there was nothing left to develop or explore to Dean. It came to the point that Dean was crying so much in season 4, in pretty much every other episode about his time in hell or somesuch. In lieu of growth (which could not be had anymore), they just had Dean react and cry.

I like Dean. I love Dean. He is one of the best characters I've seen in TV. I like his courage. I love his selflessness. I love his juvenile sense of humor. I love his abrasiveness. I love his inappropriateness.

I don't begrudge Kripke his Mary Sue character. What I begrudge him is what his overconcentration on Dean has cost all the other characters. Kripke doesn't know how to juggle characters, choosing to keep one in the air and let all others crack and break. He only picks up the other characters when they need to interact with Dean and/or glorify him more. During the last couple of seasons, we are given Sam-and-other-character development and interactions only if it meant it would propel Dean forward.

It's disheartening, really. I keep waiting for Sam to get his turn. That was two seasons ago. I will be fair: we've been given a few Sam-centric episodes but nowhere near the same amount as Dean. Kripke has to learn how to let Dean fuck up, let Sam take the reins. Let Sam be the focus. Given that this is probably Supernatural's last season, I have pretty much given up hope that we're ever going to see a Sam season. I'm sure that someone out there will tell me how stupid I am and that I'm whining and then whip up a well-made pie-chart clearly detailing how poor and tortured and abused Dean has actually been overshadowed by evil Sam for the whole course of the show. I will not contest that. You are entitled to your opinion.

I just wanted to get this out because this is my opinion. Yes, I am a whiny Sam-fanboy who just wants to see more Sam.

Vampire Diaries

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Fri, 25 Sep 2009 21:05:17 GMT

Okay.

I am in love with Ian Somerhaulder's portrayal of Damon. He's just so... wonderfully malicious. It's mesmerizing.

Where the hell is the Salvatore incestuous slash?

Merlin

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 21:45:36 GMT

I've... forgotten how much I LOVE this show. It didn't have much a fighting chance. I was only flirting with it a little bit before the whole JONAS BROTHERS came barreling in and Joe/Nick pretty much won me over.

But the first episode just made me gleeful. Merlin was freaking adorable. Which is pretty much on par with the whole series.

Three important things about this episode. Spoilers ahead.

1. Merlin's downcast and kicked-puppy expression when Arthur ordered him back to his room was so precious. And Gaius wiping his face! So freaking adorable. I just wanted to wrap Merlin in a blanket and pat his head. And then probably bite his neck.

2. When the ev0l!sorcerer was doing his whole speech about power! Arthur finally appreciating you!, you could see that it was doing a little number on Merlin but the moment he said Arthur would kneel at Merlin's feet, you could totally see that he completely lost Merlin there. Merlin doesn't want an Arthur who is in awe of him. He wants Arthur to LURVE HIM FOR WHO HE IS. This clumsy, inefficient and completely incompetent manservant who happens to be able to blow up a castle if he put his mind to it. Arthur/Merlin.

3. BRADLEY!SKIN. Your argument is invalid.

(4. LOL CHEATING but watching the two of them made me remember how Merlin in his extremely pale pasty complexion would look so good under Arthur, clutching the bedsheets as Arthur trailed his lips over Merlin's chest.)

THAT IS ALL.

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 22:43:21 GMT

Okay.

Leverage fic.

GIVE IT TO ME.

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 19:47:34 GMT

Hey, do you guys know of a fic titled In Harm's Way? It was about Jared being a multi-lingual guy and Jensen being a secret agent. With lots of hot sex and porn? I kind of want to re-read it and all of my links were saved on my old laptop which died.

HALP?

a little Kevin/Zac (HEIDI, DON'T READ THIS)

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 21:58:39 GMT

I think that I am a bit... uh... more into Kevin/Zac than Joe/Nick. WHATEVER, HEIDI, I KNOW YOU'RE MAKING THAT FACE.

And for the rest of you, have some domesticated boyfriends:

ETA: The turtles and inspiration were taken from smallacts / liketheroad's fic, Joe Jonas: Boy Cheerleader. Her Kevin/Zac is love.

*

There was a month where Zac worked the graveyard shift and Kevin remembers it as a haze.

It is waking up to Zac showering when it was barely midnight. Watching him through sleepy eyes as he dried his hair and prepared for work. Mouth going dry when Zac let the tower fall to the floor.

It is getting kissed goodbye and smelling Zac's cologne, trying to latch on to it. Sleepily clutching at Zac's tie, smiling as he tried to get him to skip work just for that night. Zac would mumble against his temple c'mon, let go, Kev. Someone's gonna earn money to keep your turtles fed and Kevin laughs and lets go. Gets one last kiss before Zac heads out. He hears the car starting and falls asleep to the sound of it saying goodbye.

It is waking up hours later when the sun's coming up and turning to bury his face in Zac's pillow, breathing in deep. Stumbling through the kitchen and drinking the coffee that Zac made and left for him. It is reading the bright pink Post-It notes on the fridge that says Kev, we need milk! Feed your turtles! Balance those numbers! Conquer the world! Wake me up for sex later!

It is starting the day with a soft-memory smile. Dressing up and taking an hour to choose what clothes and boots to wear. Arriving at work and auditing his company's expenses. It is imagining Zac getting home from work, tired and rumpled. Gorgeous and beautiful as he slumps down on their bed, kicking off his shoes and falling asleep. Imagining him waking up an hour later, fixing himself food and reading Kevin's replies: Will stop by the mart later! Fed them, Abby's getting fat! The numbers acknowledge me as master! Been there, done that, got an awesome boyfriend out of it! Definitely.

It is stopping by the mart and picking up milk, missing Zac because he'd be here, reading nutritional facts in his best Kermit the Frog voice. It is picking up potatoes and making another attempt at potato croquettes for Zac to wake up to later. Buying another trashy magazine for Zac to read while trying to pass the time at his less-than-ten-customers shift.

It is getting home and dropping everything in the kitchen to race upstairs and find his boyfriend on their bed. Shucking off slacks and shirts and sliding in next to Zac, skin to skin, warm and content. Closing his eyes as Zac rolls to him and places his hand unerringly on Kevin's hip, still asleep.

It is waking up two hours later to boil the potatoes and mash them into croquettes. Getting a decent batch up and hopefully, still crispy when Zac wakes up later. It is showering to get the day's dirt off and watching his TiVo'ed documentaries on narwhals downstairs. Missing Zac again because he always puts his head on Kevin's shoulders when the whales or sea otters start dying onscreen.

It is shutting the TV off and going upstairs, lying down beside his gorgeous sleeping boyfriend. Hearing the neighborhood die down to sleep. It is mentally reviewing the countdown in his head and thinking seventeen more days, seventeen more days before Zac gets transferred to a new shift.

It is falling asleep, waiting to wake up to the sound of the bathroom shower.

a prose to sam and dean

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 21:08:53 GMT

Sam and Dean falling in love is inevitable.

No matter what form it takes, no matter who takes that one terrifying step over and crosses the lines of brotherhood and into something more. It is inevitable.

It may be delayed.

It may be put off for years and years.

Heaven and Hell have both tried to keep them apart, as if conspiring to deny them this outcome.

In the end, it is iron-clad devotion. It is the inability to think twice before offering one's soul for the other. It is countless sacrifices, all given without second thought, expecting nothing in return. It is drivers picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole. It is having everything taken away and still selflessly giving and saving and protecting. It is hearing only your brother's voice when the rest of the world is roaring at you. It is guns, knives, lines of salt, steel bullets, a dead language to dispel the dead. It started with a brother who heard his father say Take your brother outside as fast as you can! Don't look back! Now Dean, go! and only heard No matter what happens, keep him safe.

It is two brothers who have a thousand different names. It is Saving people, hunting things. The family business.

It is Sam and Dean.

JoBro rec

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 22:47:30 GMT

I finally got around to reading some of my tabs open.

Came across this gem of a story.

Fool For Lesser Things. Read it. Marvel at it. Love it.

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Sun, 09 Aug 2009 19:09:12 GMT

UGH.

JoBros fandom needs more Zac/Kevin. Like, Kevin being a ginormous loser dork and Zac being this smitten, in-love-anyway boyfriend. And feeding Kevin lunch. (Incidentally, smallacts's portrayal of Kevin Zac in here has ruined me).

WHATEVER HEIDI, STOP ROLLING YOUR EYES AT ME. I LIKE ZAC/KEVIN, OKAY?

WIP Amnesty

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 22:32:58 GMT

So, I'm posting a few lines (okay, a lot) from various unfinished fics I have in my hard drive. God, these have been sitting for more than a year now. It has been way too long since I actually wrote something complete. WIPs ahead, people.

This one was set during season two, in those episodes were Dean was just wild with grief with John's death. I was so unsatisfied with how the show dealt with Dean's grief and how they let him move on so I decided to write a little casefile story about it. Which got bigger. And bigger. And bigger. And here we are:

*

When he has an armful of books with him, he takes them to one of the desks and starts on them.

Two hours later, he has a lot of information about the U.S.S. Lexington and Del Mar College and "Sparkling City by the Sea" and a lot more haunted sites. He knows about local legends, the weeping woman by the sea, tales of pranks gone bad. None of them even closely resembles what they're dealing with. He closes the last book and lets his head drop to his arms, groaning.

Victims drowned in their sleep. Lungs filled with water but they're in their beds, dry. Maybe, it's a spell. Sea witches always had the knack for water-based magic but Dean said that the corpses were too clean. Sea witches were vindictive creatures and they wouldn't have been contented with just drowning the body from the inside. They'd have taken something with them as a souvenir – eyes, ears, chunks of the victim's scalp, maybe a finger.

But the corpses were always intact. Which means that they weren't killed out of viciousness. They weren't attacked or assaulted.

How does one drown people without laying hands on them?

"Need some help?"

Sam looks up and sees Julie, smiling. "Hi. Yeah. I guess you could say that."

"Well, I am the librarian, Sam," she says, taking a seat at his desk. She still has the same book she was reading when Sam first came in. Still Romeo and Juliet. Sam wonders if she's still reading the same scene over and over.

"So, is there any particular area that you need help with? I've been working in this library for about a year. I'm sure there's something I can do for you."

Sam looks at her, watches her uncomplicated and generous smile.

I need you to tell me where I can find a book that tells me what's been filling seven men's lungs with water while they sleep in their bed. I need a book that tells me the complete history of the creature, including its origin as well as ways on how to stop it.

I need you to tell me if you have a book on how to fix my brother who thinks that he doesn't deserve my dad's sacrifice.

*

This WIP is when Jensen moved in with Jared:

The first night of you moving in, Jared brings out Sadie and Harley and introduces them.

You say, I already know your dogs, Jared.

Yeah but this is, like, the formal introduction stuff. I gotta introduce you as my new lady friend. My dogs might get traumatized that their dad has a new woman in the house.

Your raise your eyebrow because you always indulge Jared. You watch as he extends Harley and Sadie's paws for a handshake.

This dumb old bag of fur and love is Harley. He likes bacon strips and cigarette butts. He'll lick your toes if you wear flipflops-

I don't wear flipflops, Jared.

Well, he likes licking my toes.

Harley runs over to you and you're bowled over, warm dog tongue licking all over your face. You laugh because this is your second of happiness and a second later, Sadie is there.

I think my dogs like you, Jared says.

You shake your head, Your dogs like me more, moron.

He puts his arm around you and you close your eyes. The smell of his cologne clutches at your chest, heart beating pain in all directions. You duck your head and slip out of his grip and you give him your Dean Winchester smile, Gotta bring more stuff in, man.

It's bitter in your mouth because Jared deserves more than your fake smiles and the glass of charm you serve other people. Other not-Jared people.

So, you shake your head and say C'mon help me bring up my stuff. This was your idea, anyway.

*

This one was when I was so emo and angsty and was rejected by Dino-boy and I decided that I should make Jensen suffer instead of me. It occurs to me that Jensen is our vessel of pain and loneliness and that we all need Jared's big penis of healing:

The beer slows Jensen down and strips his defenses, one by one. The constant let'sthinkaboutthisfirst-waitonesecond is muted and the delusional hope stains his chest, bleeding out like a gunshot wound.

So he kisses Jared on his couch, Harley and Sadie snoring at their feet, reruns of Buffy playing on the TV. He feels Jared stiffen, shocked by Jensen's beer-pushed bravery.

It is that single full-body jerk that tells Jensen that he has ruined everything.

He is selfish even as he screams inside nononononostupidstupidstupid and he memorizes the feel of Jared's chapped lips on his own, keeps it in a small, precious box inside his mind. He wants to say sorry but he's not. If there's nothing else, he gets to have this.

He pulls back and rests his forehead on Jared's shoulder. The adrenaline is coursing through his veins, keeping the alcohol haze at bay. He's ready to fight, has enough strength to punch holes through walls.

He can't even look at Jared.

I'm not sorry, he whispers.

Jen-

And Jensen cuts him off by shaking his head because if he denied this enough, maybe it would have never happened. He wears Dean Winchester, wants his strength and his inability to be callous about the affairs of the heart. He realizes it is poor armor; Dean Winchester is paper-thin against the people he loves.

So he sits there, defenseless against Jared's sympathy and kindness.

It's 3:37am when Jared says no.

*

And lastly, JoBros. Heidi, this one's for you:

The world reasserts itself and you are back to the stadium, to the screams of a thousand fans. It's jarring but your finger automatically pick up the next chord and you're going again, singing with all that you have, stirring the crowd up.

Afterwards, when you're exhausted and sweaty, you head backstage, ready for bed. You pull off your guitar and hand it to one of the stagehands when arms pull at you. You relax and slump because it's Joe and you wish you were small enough so he can just carry you to bed.

Nice work out there, Nicholas Jonas, he says into the back of your neck and you freeze when you feel his lips on your skin. There is a small burst of heat inside you and you look down at your brother's arms around your waist. You look at the hair on his forearms and suddenly, the small burst of heat shouts into a supernova.

He kisses your nape then lets go to terrorize Kevin who sees him and immediately runs for the other direction.

You're left standing in the middle of backstage, panting. The kiss was soft and lasted less than a second, nothing but a press of lips on your skin. Yet you're so turned on, clenching your fists, hard and leaking inside your briefs.

*

And that is the show, ladies and gentlemen. I look forward to just finishing these damn things. Writing is so hard these days.

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 21:22:41 GMT

JoBros people. Tell me the truth.

Joe Jonas is a LOLcat come to life, right?

The collective fondness and penchant of the internet for LOLcats finally manifested in the form of one Joe Jonas, yes?

There is no other explanation for it.

JOE as LOLcat: I HAS SEEN HIS BELLEHBUTTON! HIS BELLEHBUTTON IS GOOD, GUYS!

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 21:39:38 GMT

Watching 17 Again.

I never really found Zac Efron hot but the thought of him sleeping with an older woman does things to me. IDEK.

United States of Tara

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 02:35:57 GMT

Marshall baby, I love you.

Let me wrap you in a blanket and feed you soup.

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 20:15:21 GMT

OKAY.

John Corbett. TOTAL DILF. LIKE, WOW.

I'm watching United States of Tara and Marshall is adorable. Daddy John is hot. And all of Tara is awesome.

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 19:51:04 GMT

Go to hell, universe. Stop dangling awesome straight men in front of me when we all know that I can't have them.

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 05:49:24 GMT

IS SHE TWITTING ABOUT NICK JONAS?

GUYS, I AM SO INVESTED WITH THESE TWO, I HATE IT. ARGH.

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 07:23:00 GMT

UGH.

I hate how I'm so invested in the Nick/Miley thing.

UGH.

I hate that when they were thirteen, Nick probably broke up with her because he knew they were still too young and he was all "I'm gonna be better when I'm older, Miley, just wait for me." And Miley was all heartbroken but she understood and was teary-eyed but nodding.

AND NOW. Miley and Nick, your shenanigans are making me too invested. PLEASE STOP NOW.

I bet Miley will write a song about how Prince Charming comes again.

gehenna_cix@yahoo.com — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 10:07:27 GMT

Was intrigued by the hullabaloo about T. Swift's song "Love Story".

Made the mistake of listening to it.

It is now on eternal repeat on my laptop. FML.

I would like to blame Cam but I have already pardoned her sins because of her awesomesauce fic: Domestic Bliss and Other Oxymorons.