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Supernatural/American Gods crossover. Author says it's NC17, I say R. Gen, but it's got some decidedly unsexy sexytimes. Set sometime before 5x16.
Castiel looks for God, and finds Gods.
OMG. It's like Angels We Have Heard with MOAR PANTHEONS and an extra 30,000 words. Did you know stories about Castiel's God search are my FAVORITE? This is what I wish 'Hammer of the Gods' tried harder to be. I have hearts in my eyes. Raindrops on roses, guys. MOTHERFUCKING WHISKERS ON SOME GODDAMN KITTENS.
...aaaaand somewhere along the way, this rec turned into a teal deer on immigrant identities and narratives.
Fandom projects a lot of narratives on Castiel, and one of the narratives I would love to see projected more is that of Castiel as an immigrant, an exile, expatriate. You probably know of Lola's vid with the Lhasa de Sala song that is about just that. The first lines hit the nail on the head: "i live in this country now / i'm called by this name / i speak this language". Despite the proximity and immediacy implied by the word 'this', it is still Other to the narrator. It is not MY country, it is not MY name.
So we got the two nations in Castiel: Heaven and earth, angels and humans. Sure, angels and humans aren't even the same species, but considering how often we essentialize cultural identity and take a reductionist view of the nation (whether we mean to or not), it is an apt metaphor. All the times I was ever told, "This is not the Indonesian way of doing things", like that means to me what they want it to mean. All the times I was put in the theoretically false but emotionally true position of having to choose between two worlds. Sure, identity is fluid, it can be anything, but it is not created in a vacuum. For those of you who can shrug off one identity for another as easily as changing jackets, you must be one lucky duck (or a cursed one). Also, if it really is that easy, then you're probably wearing the same jacket, just a different color. And that's fine! It really is. Just don't try to tell me that your jacket is a vest.
...ANYWAY. This fic gets into all those heartbreaking dichotomies. The immigrant songs in this fic are the songs of thousands. It's all in the conjunction. Take Gabe for example, as the fic does, and look at the difference in these sentences: 1) I am an angel, AND I am a trickster. 2) I am an angel, BUT I am a trickster. 3) I am an angel, OR I am a trickster. (I don't usually have strong feelings about Gabriel one way or another, but this fic had me going ";___; GAAAAABE <333" like so hard omg.) And what is YOUR conjunction? Each results in (or stems from?) very different worldviews.
One wants to think, "Why should we need these conjunctions at all?" I think this is the crux of what a lot of transcultural kids struggle with: to be defined not as the disparate parts of something else, but as an encompassing whole. It's fucking difficult, transcultural or not. We cling to adjectives and modifiers. The more words that it takes to describe you, the farther away you are from home. Names are unimportant, but they are meaningful. Gabriel is at ease containing multitudes. Castiel is terrified of it. Both experiences are suuuuuuch typical immigrant narratives, I cannot even.
WARNING THE REST OF THIS POST CONTAINS 5x22 SPOILERS are we still warning for that?
WWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAARRRRRNNNNNIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGG
This is part of why I didn't want the reset of Cas becoming an angel and going back to heaven. The story of the immigrant is not one of restoration; it is one of discovery and loss. There are no quick fixes, and you can never go home again, at least not as it appears in your romanticized memories. I want the story of the exile, who sees everything through the filter of absence, but then learns (or doesn't?) to put one foot in front of the other again. You are ever the two-headed Janus, simultaneously looking forward and back. Maybe you will never lose your accent, but you can still sing. Maybe you will forget what 'blue' or 'mouth' is in your old language, but you will remember it suddenly six months later, waiting for the kettle to boil in the middle of the night.
Maybe I speak too soon though. It's always important to go back to where you come from, to reassess. It's just... You don't have to go home to be happy, to be whole. You don't have to be happy or whole all the time. And home, what is home? I just want the recognition that peace and loss are not mutually exclusive things.
[originally posted at http://whynot.dreamwidth.org/24108.html |
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zeitheistSupernatural/American Gods crossover. Author says it's NC17, I say R. Gen, but it's got some decidedly unsexy sexytimes. Set sometime before 5x16.
Castiel looks for God, and finds Gods.
OMG. It's like Angels We Have Heard with MOAR PANTHEONS and an extra 30,000 words. Did you know stories about Castiel's God search are my FAVORITE? This is what I wish 'Hammer of the Gods' tried harder to be. I have hearts in my eyes. Raindrops on roses, guys. MOTHERFUCKING WHISKERS ON SOME GODDAMN KITTENS.
...aaaaand somewhere along the way, this rec turned into a teal deer on immigrant identities and narratives.
Fandom projects a lot of narratives on Castiel, and one of the narratives I would love to see projected more is that of Castiel as an immigrant, an exile, expatriate. You probably know of Lola's vid with the Lhasa de Sala song that is about just that. The first lines hit the nail on the head: "i live in this country now / i'm called by this name / i speak this language". Despite the proximity and immediacy implied by the word 'this', it is still Other to the narrator. It is not MY country, it is not MY name.
So we got the two nations in Castiel: Heaven and earth, angels and humans. Sure, angels and humans aren't even the same species, but considering how often we essentialize cultural identity and take a reductionist view of the nation (whether we mean to or not), it is an apt metaphor. All the times I was ever told, "This is not the Indonesian way of doing things", like that means to me what they want it to mean. All the times I was put in the theoretically false but emotionally true position of having to choose between two worlds. Sure, identity is fluid, it can be anything, but it is not created in a vacuum. For those of you who can shrug off one identity for another as easily as changing jackets, you must be one lucky duck (or a cursed one). Also, if it really is that easy, then you're probably wearing the same jacket, just a different color. And that's fine! It really is. Just don't try to tell me that your jacket is a vest.
...ANYWAY. This fic gets into all those heartbreaking dichotomies. The immigrant songs in this fic are the songs of thousands. It's all in the conjunction. Take Gabe for example, as the fic does, and look at the difference in these sentences: 1) I am an angel, AND I am a trickster. 2) I am an angel, BUT I am a trickster. 3) I am an angel, OR I am a trickster. (I don't usually have strong feelings about Gabriel one way or another, but this fic had me going ";___; GAAAAABE <333" like so hard omg.) And what is YOUR conjunction? Each results in (or stems from?) very different worldviews.
One wants to think, "Why should we need these conjunctions at all?" I think this is the crux of what a lot of transcultural kids struggle with: to be defined not as the disparate parts of something else, but as an encompassing whole. It's fucking difficult, transcultural or not. We cling to adjectives and modifiers. The more words that it takes to describe you, the farther away you are from home. Names are unimportant, but they are meaningful. Gabriel is at ease containing multitudes. Castiel is terrified of it. Both experiences are suuuuuuch typical immigrant narratives, I cannot even.
WARNING THE REST OF THIS POST CONTAINS 5x22 SPOILERS are we still warning for that?
WWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAARRRRRNNNNNIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGG
This is part of why I didn't want the reset of Cas becoming an angel and going back to heaven. The story of the immigrant is not one of restoration; it is one of discovery and loss. There are no quick fixes, and you can never go home again, at least not as it appears in your romanticized memories. I want the story of the exile, who sees everything through the filter of absence, but then learns (or doesn't?) to put one foot in front of the other again. You are ever the two-headed Janus, simultaneously looking forward and back. Maybe you will never lose your accent, but you can still sing. Maybe you will forget what 'blue' or 'mouth' is in your old language, but you will remember it suddenly six months later, waiting for the kettle to boil in the middle of the night.
Maybe I speak too soon though. It's always important to go back to where you come from, to reassess. It's just... You don't have to go home to be happy, to be whole. You don't have to be happy or whole all the time. And home, what is home? I just want the recognition that peace and loss are not mutually exclusive things.
[originally posted at http://whynot.dreamwidth.org/24108.html |
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more thought out response, less kneejerk blather later <3
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YES. In Blakean terms, it's like the impossibility of regaining perfect innocence - which isn't really something anyone should fight for anyway. Omg I need to sleep AGAIN but, yeah, when he goes home, 'home' itself has changed, and omfg 'he's got Earth under his skin, in his speech', EXAAAACTLY.
So he's got a hybrid identity, and maybe home is also in the places in-between.
I had some thoughts about transnational identity and nationalism and mobility/access - a lot of first gen migrants in various contexts didn't have the option of going back, and their sense of 'home' DID often rest on a sense of the irrecoverable, the lost home they couldn't really ever go back to.
Which brings us to 5.04!Cas, Cas who holds on to the lost home with his too-solid arms, his 'better club'; at his most human he still has this resistive, combative identity, he's not going to be assimilated, it's... THIS was the unhappy version of his story, no?
For Cas, post-5.22, I want to take into account the question of mobility, because access to one's different home-places probably inflects this relationship? As an archangel he has both more mobility and more reason to 'keep returning'... And like people in airports and planes across the world, for Cas 'home' can also encompass events, processes, like the back-and-forth of travel.
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Yes! The whole thing where what is forbidden just increases in value and meaning. Forbidding something allows that thing to become abstract, and you can project more easily onto that than on something whose reality you have regular access to. Cas, with his dual citizenship, and one for a country that fortunately doesn't require him to apply for a goddamn visa whenever he needs to go somewhere.
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As an archangel he has both more mobility and more reason to 'keep returning'... And like people in airports and planes across the world, for Cas 'home' can also encompass events, processes, like the back-and-forth of travel.
I REALLY LIKE THIS.
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IF HE IS NOT CASTROIEL, YOU KNOW HE'S JUST CHICAGOBOY!CAS COMING BACK TO FUCK UP HEAVEN WITH HIS NEOLIBBURUL LEARNINGS.