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castielfest is DONE, baby, BOOM, baby, chyyyeeeaaahhh. Here is the masterlist, which consists of 11 fanarts and 83 fanfics HOLY MOTHER OF GOD. AH CASFEST, I remember when you were but a germ of an idea being batted around chat. Won't you look at you now! If you had cheeks, I'd pinch 'em!

For Casfest I received an excellent fic from

gabby_silang called Elysium, which is everything I've always wanted from expat!Cas. It is rarefied and sharp, and I love it so. YOU SHOULD TOTALLY READ IT.

In other news, I sank further into the depths of the intertubes and got a tumblr. Same handle as my Twitter, that's right. Dunno what I'll do with it yet, but so far it's full of caves, deserts, and angels. By the way, explain to me how this is not Castiel/Anna fanart, unless it's Castiel/Claire fanart. Or Castiel/Scully.

While merrily tumblring, I stumbled across this and was like MUST FIND MOAR, and lo, I did! Kolmanskop, the abandoned diamond mining town in southern Namibia. In 1908, Zacharias Lewala found a diamond in the Namib Desert, and he showed it to his German supervisor August Staunch, who was like, "oh that's nice I guess," and mysteriously thereafter, a bunch of German miners settled in the area and began to exploit the land. The town declined by WW1 and was ultimately abandoned in 1954, after which the land began to reclaim it. The desert sifted in through the windows and doors, and settled where people used to. It's not that the sand fills up the silence; the desert brings silence with it.

Or it would, maybe, if Kolmanskop isn't now a tourist attraction. oh god I wanna go.

So yeah, I'm totally late to Kolmanskop appreciation hour, but here's a picspam to make up for it: ( 'You do not go into the desert to find identity, but to lose it.' --Edmond Jabes )

Speak up if you got a tumblr!

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Crossposts: http://lassiterfics.livejournal.com/159386.html

Here's the thing about the following fic: if it were a successory, it would be this one, except with Castiel instead of ninjas.

A thousand hugs and smooches to

zempasuchil for betareading; this would've been a poorer fic without her. Z was also the one who pointed me to the song I yoinked the title from, because I guess U2 preemptively made a song based on my fic. Thanks, U2! Dean is totally standing with the sons of Cain and burned by the fire of love. Sleep def comes like a drug, and there are sad eyes and crooked crosses everywhere, so preach it, Bono! Thanks also to

vikki for listening to me babble to my heart's content, and to Ezekiel 1:1-28 because what would fandom do without it?

<333

xaara, my sweet! I took your prompt and kinda ran fast and loose with it. I hope it still hits on what you wanted. And if you wanted Dean/Incandescent Light shenanigans with a bit of desert!Cas, then you are especially in luck.

In God's Country
Supernatural. Dean, Castiel, Sam, John. PG13. Spoilers for 1x06, 4x01, S3, and 5x16.
Written for Xaara at castielfest, based on her "Castiel is Dean's imaginary friend" AU prompt. Set during Stanford era and pre-series, with bits of other seasons. ~5600 words

( Dad used to say Dean had a lucky streak a mile wide. )

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Here's the thing about the following fic: if it were a successory, it would be this one, except with Castiel instead of ninjas.

A thousand hugs and smooches to

vikki for listening to me babble to my heart's content, and to Ezekiel 1:1-28 because what would fandom do without it?

<333

Crossposts: http://lassiterfics.livejournal.com/153844.html

Backdated repost of my remix.

Above Us Only Sky (The Golden Age Remix)
Supernatural. Anna. PG. 2005 words. A remix of Anna by

soundingsea. Thank you to

zempasuchil for betareading.
Set between 4.10 and 4.16. Anna falls back out of the wardrobe. 2005 words.

( To be part of more than one world can't possibly be a sin. At the very least, it's an act of love. )

Oren Lavie, the guy who sang the memory tree song on the 'Prince Caspian' soundtrack, has a song called "A Dream Within A Dream". Coincidence?! Did he write that song for the Narnia soundtrack but then it got rejected because it was too dark? Like Imogen Heap, apparently? The lyrics are pretty apt. "Caught within a dream within a dream/A man within a man."

In other Narnia-related news, the fic I wrote for Narnia Exchange is up. This year I ended up writing for

zempasuchil, which I was initially D: at because it can be more difficult writing something for someone you know than someone you don't. But I guess it turned out okay, so hooray! Last year I wrote for someone who didn't even holla back when the fic was posted, which was very sadface. Oh well, no sadfacing now though.

Adonai
Narnia. Lucy, Edmund, Susan, Peter(, Aslan). G. Spoilers for VotDT. Thank you to Wyrm and Bedlam for the beta.
Lucy knows Aslan by many names. ~3300 words
If there’s no water to wash themselves before prayers, the faithful wash themselves with sand.

In Narnia- AND music-related news, there are 3 songs that have become indelibly associated with this fic in my mind, and here is the tracklist in plot-relevant order:
1. Holcombe Waller, "But You"
2. Sufjan Stevens, "To Be Alone With You"
3. Emiliana Torrini, "Serenade"

In my grand tradition of overdoing things, I've uploaded these songs as a sort of mini-soundtrack, and you can download the RAR file here. And yes, I've come to terms with the fact that I am incapable of not including Sufjan Stevens on any sort of fandom-related mix.

Relevant to my fandoms.

...Holy shit, that Santa is pretty terrifying.

Original fic: and sometimes you hear the silence speak (Narnia. Edmund, Susan, Jadis. Shades of Pevencest and Edmund/Jadis, but technically gen. PG13.)

Part 1 of DVD commentary
( DVD commentary: 'and sometimes you hear the silence speak' 2/2 )

I've always wanted to do a fic commentary, and and sometimes you hear the silence speak is kind of perfect for it because the length and subject matter lets me talk about a lot of things e.g. stray plot bunnies, sekrit authorial confessions, a reinterpretation of the role of Judas, the names of winds and sandstorms, book recommendations, etc.

The fic is technically gen, but the commentary is kind of not. It's posted in two parts due to space constraints, because sometimes I just don't shut up.

( DVD commentary: 'and sometimes you hear the silence speak' 1/2 )
Part 2 of DVD commentary

Longest fic I have written ahoy! I have been writing this SINCE THE SUMMER, and it has been informed by a variety of things along the way, including but not limited to 1001 Arabian Nights, Philip Pullman, the big bang, the Eucharist, my sociology class, and my love-hate relationship with economics.

Thank you, Pen, for fielding the initial drabbles and doing thumbs-up. Thank you, Bedlam, for fielding the later drabbles and doing thumbs-up, and also for betareading.

HERE GOES. (Eeeeeee!)

and sometimes you hear the silence speak
Narnia. Edmund, Susan, Jadis. There are shades of Pevencest and Edmund/Jadis here and there, though it is 'technically gen'. PG13.
Edmund and Susan go to Calormen to collect magic. "We are doing this for Narnia, sister, and nothing else."
ETA: The DVD commentary for this fic is here. Some missing scenes are here.

( In the language of the desert tribes, the word for ‘magic’ is the same word for ‘wind’. )

Current Mood: 8641 words!

<3333 that I found while googling for inspiration for a title for my Calormen fic (8000+ words, my longest ever wtfffff. For whatever reason, my fics that significantly mention the desert tend to get long-ish.)---

"You do not go into the desert to find identity but to lose it, to lose your personality, to become anonymous. You make yourself void. You become silence. It is very hard to live with silence. The real silence is death and this is terrible. It is very hard in the desert. You must become more silent than the silence around you. And then something extraordinary happens: you hear the silence speak."

"It has been argued that the experience of the desert is primarily auditory rather than visual. For in a landscape where the eye is often blinded or confused by shifting sands and the distortions of heat, it is the ear that is most acutely attuned to the voice of the wind, which is, perhaps, the voice of God. Perhaps it was no accident, therefore, that the Israelites, emerging from the desert where God spoke to Moses on Mount Sinai, became the people of the book."

"Only in the purity and the silence of the desert can this still small voice be heard and that is what the desert wanderer seeks to recover. There, as a place outside the law where nothing superficial can be tolerated, we stand under judgment."

omg. <33

The quotes are from the introduction of David Jasper's The Sacred Desert: Religion, Literature, Art, and Culture. The first one is actually a quote from Edmond Jabes.

So then I googled Edmond Jabes, 'cos who the hell is he, and he was a poet/philosopher, and he wrote stuff like this:

He who pretends to give all deprives us of our future. Giving means opening out, means forging our tomorrows from the best in us gathered for others. God hampers universal brotherhood. He forbids man to imagine kindness.

But for those who are in love with the absolute, obsessed by eternity, turning to God to adore or destroy Him means reaching the depth of human anguish. For we are desperately driven to claim responsibility for the death of God in order to love Him more than ourselves, against ourselves.

A great love carries within it a mourning for love.

From The Book of Questions.

omg.

IN OTHER NEWS, I watched The Godfather again and Sonny is still one motherfuck of a badass motherfucker and I was like <33333 and also secretly like, "Hmm, if ever I join Yuletide, I must remember to request fic about Sonny..."

SANTINOOOOOOOO.

What else? Oh yes: UNICORNS TONIGHT.

Current Mood: wooed

I ~~have already flailed myself out~~ am apparently still flailing about Episode 10 in the comments of various people's LJs. So I will post instead ( three fics Episode 10 has made IMPERATIVE THAT FANDOM WRITE. )

So, guys, the first

narniaexchange fic is posted, and it is the one I wrote! It is a Last Battle AU (because I don't have enough in my life already) where the Pevensies sans Susan return to Narnia instead of Jill and Eustace. It's more 'missing scene'-ish, I guess.

The Left Hand of Heaven. Edmund&Peter, the battles they have fought across two worlds. ~3000ish words, PG
Thanks for the beta

animus_wyrmis, and

vestarho I hope you like it. :)

( The conversation that led to the title-- )

Current Mood: relieved

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the rivers run but soon run dry

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'In God's Country' - SPN - Dean, Castiel

'In God's Country' - SPN - Dean, Castiel

'Above Us Only Sky (The Golden Age Remix)' - SPN - Anna

'Adonai'. Lucy. G. Written for Narnia Exchange.

DVD commentary: 'and sometimes you hear the silence speak' 2/2

DVD commentary: 'and sometimes you hear the silence speak' 1/2

"and sometimes you hear the silence speak." Narnia. Edmund, Susan, Jadis. PG13.

"...the desert as a place of solitariness and meeting; a place of fear and shifting identity..."

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