i aten't dead
Apr. 5th, 2012 07:06 pmOMG SO.
twasadark recorded Bring Out Your Dead and it's prologue/prequel, The Future as B-Movie as podfics! You can download the files here. Thank you, twasadark!
This is one of those fics that never would've been written were it not for a commentfic prompt, and Uno and I are forever grateful to
maychorian for letting us take her prompt and run with it hard and fast, cackling maniacally. Croatpocalyptic road trip gen h/c, if you're into it. Plus vampires.
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I haven't watched SPN 7x18 yet, but I have some 7x17-related recs. I'll put them behind a cut for spoilers.
( 1 fic rec, 2 meta recs, brief thoughts )
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I'm also into The Sopranos like a billion years too late. Damn, that shit is bleak, I can't take too much of it at a time. I can't help but wonder if it had had a fandom then like fandoms work now, what it'd be like. I bet there'd be a lot of Christopher apologism hahahaha DX. If the characters were younger and prettier, I bet there'd be slash up the wazoo. I am also watching the Sarah Connor Chronicles and am already dreading running out of episodes, MAN. It keeps giving me things I never knew I needed. why did they cancel this show.
But another thing about The Sopranos: they keep playing all the classic rock songs that SPN used in Tony's strip club. I get cognitive dissonance. Brother feelings? DENIED. JERSEY MOBSTER SKEEVINESS WHILE TOPLESS WOMEN GYRATE IN THE BACKGROUND.
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Also I am co-writing a Big Bang with
zempasuchil. It's an S4 AU where Cas's vessel is Sam, and it's not gen.
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I'm 83 pages into Carlos Ruiz Zafon's "The Angel's Game" and I'm really loving his style, or at least the translation. The blurb had me at "dark gothic Barcelona", "pulp fiction writer", and something called "the Cemetery of Forgotten Books". It sounds foreboding and it gets pretty grim, but I am also delighted at the author's self-deprecating humor. Here's a short quote:
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This is one of those fics that never would've been written were it not for a commentfic prompt, and Uno and I are forever grateful to
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I haven't watched SPN 7x18 yet, but I have some 7x17-related recs. I'll put them behind a cut for spoilers.
( 1 fic rec, 2 meta recs, brief thoughts )
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I'm also into The Sopranos like a billion years too late. Damn, that shit is bleak, I can't take too much of it at a time. I can't help but wonder if it had had a fandom then like fandoms work now, what it'd be like. I bet there'd be a lot of Christopher apologism hahahaha DX. If the characters were younger and prettier, I bet there'd be slash up the wazoo. I am also watching the Sarah Connor Chronicles and am already dreading running out of episodes, MAN. It keeps giving me things I never knew I needed. why did they cancel this show.
But another thing about The Sopranos: they keep playing all the classic rock songs that SPN used in Tony's strip club. I get cognitive dissonance. Brother feelings? DENIED. JERSEY MOBSTER SKEEVINESS WHILE TOPLESS WOMEN GYRATE IN THE BACKGROUND.
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Also I am co-writing a Big Bang with
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I'm 83 pages into Carlos Ruiz Zafon's "The Angel's Game" and I'm really loving his style, or at least the translation. The blurb had me at "dark gothic Barcelona", "pulp fiction writer", and something called "the Cemetery of Forgotten Books". It sounds foreboding and it gets pretty grim, but I am also delighted at the author's self-deprecating humor. Here's a short quote:
Don Basilio was a forbidding-looking man with a bushy mustache who did not suffer fools and who subscribed to the theory that the liberal use of adverbs and adjectives was the mark of a pervert or someone with a vitamin deficiency. Any journalist prone to florid prose would be sent off to write funeral notices for three weeks. If, after this penance, the culprit relapsed, Don Basilio would ship him off permanently to the 'House and Home' pages. We were all terrified of him, and he knew it.
"Did you call me, Don Basilio?" I ventured timidly.