lol I will do these things even though the energy went from HERE to āāįµ£ā
40. What are your thoughts on season 7? What were your favourite parts? Is it underrated or do you also hate it?
SEASON SEVEN WAS GREAT AND ANYONE WHO SAYS DIFFERENT SUCKS COCK BY CHOICE. -- to borrow a Deadwoodism.
I love the Leviathan. Theyāre hysterical. Bizarre different new monster, Dick was great, they generated a whole new feel for the show which it honestly needed at that point. I love love love the āSamās crazyā arc, for how tired and determined Sam is and how desperate and staggering Dean is, trying to help him. Deanās quietly increasing alcoholism. Sam trying his absolute best to be okay. I think the Sam & Lucifer stuff really has to be my fave; I mean, the stuff in 7.02 is top-all-time, but I also really really love the Repo Man episode. Sam so desperate to save Dean that he turns to the worst possible thing? Oh, look, itās my favorite Winchester decision making model. :)
51. What is your favourite scene in season 10?
Oh my god. How could you ever choose?? There are so many---itās so much and thereās so many!!
Okay letās get some absolute stunners out of the way:
-- like half of the demon!Dean chasing Sam moments in 10.03 but Very Specifically the part where Deanās trying to threaten Sam and has the line āyou sucked the life out of my lifeā because a) ouch, cruelties with the tiniest kernels of truth, but also b) his voice scrapes and goes weak because the cure is working, aaaaaa
-- pure LOVE for the scene where Samās tracing Crowleyās call and Crowleyās going on and on about how Sam canāt stand that Deanās Crowleyās BFF (cough, boyfriend) now -- because Samās furious to hear it but has to stay on so the trace works, oh Samās face in that whole sequence
-- absolutely nutting for the scene in the ep where Charlie dies where Dean realizes that Samās been lying to him and comes in and leans over the back of his ear like a monster and Sam for a second is perhaps actually afraid but just keeps! going! anyway!
-- honestly I fuckin love s10 so much
-- I mean thereās the thing where the Styne guyās arm is just hanging out of the handcuff that he clearly couldāve wiggled out of but he just chewed his arm off anyway because heās that extra
---- but legitly, at last, 10.09 has three of my absolute top ones of the whole series, and itās weird that theyāre all crammed into an episode about Claire of all people.
1) the scene where Cas and Dean talk in the diner and Dean says āI aināt a role modelā and Cas says, āThatās not true.ā
2) the scene where Cas asks about John and Sam and Dean tell the CGBG story -- āDid you love your father?ā Cas asks, and Sam and Dean look at each other for a quiet second before answering.
3) the scene where Dean murders that houseful of shitty dudes and Sam comes racing in and goes to his knees and says, āTell me you had to do it!ā because he needs Dean to not be a monster after all that struggle, and Deanās looking at him barely coherent and says heās sorry. ffffffuck.
(letās talk about these 66 supernatural questions)
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You should totally give at least the first season a shot! I think the other seasons have interesting storylines and arent as bad as people say and nathan and peter definitely have good scenes after season one, but season one of Heroes in particular just gets me so jazzed in a way that most shows since havent. I will admit though that nostalgia definitely plays a factor in my enjoyment
I def remember the generalĀ āseason one was the best and itās all downhill from thereā sentiment with Heroes, but Iāve also heard things that make the later seasons seem more like a patchwork ofĀ āgenerally crappy but with a few really good things scattered aboutā than outright terrible. And if that doesnāt sound like seasons 7-15 of SPN I dunno what does, so maybe Iāll love season one of Heroes so much that the rest will at least be skimmable.
6. If you could rewrite one season, which one would it be? Why?
ohoooo another opportunity, this time letās take on s14 since we both want to kick that season in its tiny undescended nads:
First: Weāre ditching that terrible, terrible Peaky Blinders cosplay. Jensen, what were you thinking. Donāt let the talent dress themselves, yikes. Itās more interesting if heās in either a superslick suit or in pseudomilitary gear. Heās a soldier, after all.
Second: Weāre ditching the terrible, terrible teefy monsters, but we can keep supermonsters as a plot. The point is that weāre not going to drop it four seconds into creating it as a storyline because thatās dumb as fuck, why would you do that.
Michael has Dean and decides heās going to go for a spin. He checks out the world and then goes, mmyeah, weāre going to definitely trash this world too, itās balls and Iām going to trash daddyās work because I get to, fuck him. He creates his even-worse monsters and lets them loose, and then abandons Dean with a propped door inside as before because why not, that wasnāt that bad--and so Deanās hollowed-out and shocked and doesnāt know what he did, but it was awful, and then -- and this is key -- there are RAMIFICATIONS FROM THAT and Deanās iffy and weird and PTSDy in a way which is a Dean-version of how Sam was for a while in s7. Not hallucinations but heās not steady, leaving Sam off-kilter because if stone number one isnāt rock-solid, then what is?
Nick is a nagging, awful problem at the back of Samās head. Heās keeping him in the bunker but he hates that because thereās Luciferās face, looking at him all the time. When Nick bails Sam gets mad but heās honestly relieved---he has Dean to handle, and the refugees to pretend to care about, and if Nickās gone then at least he doesnāt have yet another problem on his plate. Still, heās not an idiot and so he has people looking for Nick. Nick *was* the one who killed his family, because thatās more interesting, but letās say he was tempted into doing it by a demonic agent, who heās looking for not to punish but to find out more about Lucifer; Nick then becomes the deuteragonist of the season---an empty vessel desperately seeking his archangel, while Dean is empty and trying desperately to fill that empty with anything else.
Aiak is instantly deleted from the universe never to return.
Starting from those better building blocks, you can go a few different ways with the cruise to the ending. I like the Jackās Soul Issues storyline fine (and I wouldnāt want to miss out on that whole The Accident thing, plus itās great that he kills Mary). We can definitely smooth out some of the goofier parts (e.g. that awful hunter wake, oh my gawd, what), but itās the *focus* on the three main things of the season thatās important: Dean and Michael, Lucifer and Nick, Sam and Not Actually Caring About People Who Arenāt Dean Even If He Really Really Tries.
7, already did this one, but Iām gonna answer a different question: If I could watch only one arc for the rest of my life what would it be, and it would be the Sam and Deanās Epic Divorce Drama Ending In A Marriage stuff from Carverās run. Not a season except it is in my heart and it is pure [sweat drops emoji]
15. What is the first episode that ever made you cry? (if any)
The one where Jo and Ellen die, because Ellen saying her name knowing there wasnāt going to be an answer was instant, instant waterworks. Sad moms? Canāt do it. :cĀ Ā I never cried over any of the Sam and Dean deaths (until that last one) because they were always coming back. Ellenās baby died in her arms. I mean, fuck. Iām getting hot-eyed just thinking about it. </3
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A grip on his shoulder, a breath at his ear. A hand, gloved, sliding up his throat, tipping up his chin, and he sees there not the sky or the grim darkness of the plate but a stone ceiling, and he breathes up at the stone and feels--nothing, and then terror, and then the thick strangeness of hands inside him--and then heās laying there in his bed, or at least the bed he has been given, and itās the not-yet-familiar metal of the repurposed shipping containers of the apartments, and he breathes in, and it smells like--nothing. Nothing. He flexes his hands against the mattress. Assures himself: he is alone. An apartment, to himself, and the night spread out cold and empty around him. Itās okay. Itās safe.
Cloud returns to the beginning.
Tifa smiles at him. Sheās cautious, careful. She doesnāt see what Cloud sees and thatās okay, because sheās been through a lot but sheās--normal. Sweet. Tough as nails, too, and she could break Cloudās arm if she punched him too hard in her teasing. Far cry from the girl in the blue dress, the one he remembers from being a kid. Most popular girl in town and the prettiest too, and kind even though it wouldāve been easy for her not to be kind. He wishes heād known her better, back then. Maybe it wouldnāt have happened, like it did.
The beginning.
He curls on his side, in bed. The pauldron presses against his skin, biting in, but that feels--right. Better. Keeps him here when he could be somewhere else. The light over the mirror stays on and he finds himself with his eyes open, staring at the empty grey of the opposite wall. Heās static. Memory, battering. His hands curled empty and lax on the bed in front of him; his limbs heavy. The door opens, and there are boots on the floor. A weight, settling onto the bed, and a gloved hand on his shoulder. A whisper of long, soft hair against his bare arm, and it feels--comforting, and right, and he closes his eyes, and thereās a voice that says, soft, Cloud, and itās--not Tifa. Itās not Tifa.
The beginning--
He doesnāt like dark spaces. Enclosed spaces. The apartment--heās grateful for it but he doesnāt feel comfortable, there. Heād rather an impersonal army barracks, rows of stiff bunk-beds--or the double rooms they got, those who were SOLDIER--his head hurts, thinking about that--or anything, honestly, that wasnāt a cramped dark box. A coffin. A storage chamber. He canāt undress, there. He showers fast, in the little closet that serves as a shower--efficient, from military training, and faster still because--he needs his uniform, back. The boots, and the pauldron, and his gloves back on. He gets dressed so fast heās breathing hard, when almost nothing is difficult enough anymore for him to breathe hard, and it doesnāt feel--okay, at all, until he can look at himself in the mirror, hair drying into its usual spiky mess, and see himself armored and whole and then--something, behind his shoulder--someone--and a hand, there, on his arm--
In the beginning--
Itās hard to remember. Cloudās a good mercenary, because heās good. He doesnāt need to brag about it. Heās strong, and he knows how to handle himself, and when Tifa asks about his skills he thinks about training, about enlisting, about--mako--and somehow when he tries to remember telling her about it his memory is white blank static. Like the TV stations at night, when Shinraās propaganda goes quiet and all thatās left is empty signal. He handles little jobs for normal people, and they whisper behind him as he walks. Ex-SOLDIER, I heard. Deserter, I heard. Freak, I heard. Theyāre right, he guesses. The mako infusions. Thatās not normal. Itās what makes them different from regular people. Makes them strong. He takes out a dozen feral mutant wolves, swarming up out of a weird cave in the back alley, and heās frowning into the shadows there, wondering, when thereās--a hand, on his shoulder, and a mouth at his ear, and a deep voice, smiling and familiar, and it says, āDo you see yourself in them? An experiment, gone wrong?ā Heās still breathing but utterly still, and the hand slides across his collarbone to his throat. Holds him, there, where it could snuff out his life in a second. A brush of lips against his ear. āThe experiment isnāt over, Cloud.ā He breathes, and feels a brush of leather against his jaw, and then Tifaās looking at him, puzzled, and he breathes in, and settles his sword into the metal sheath on his back. Nothing worth talking about. Nothing to remember.
He does remember, though, that--in the beginning--
A hand, at his throat, and a thumb pressing against the soft underside of his chin. Biting in. Pressure. His neck arched back and back and he stared up, at the stone ceiling, there in the basement. There were--tubes--and things that glowed, at the corners of his eyes, but he stared up and the things that happened to his body felt like they were happening to someone else. He thought that they happened to someone else. There was a hand, at his throat, and then another against his cheek, and silk-soft hair brushed his temple and a voice whispered, so soft and close it was like it was inside his head: youāre weak, Cloud, but you will be strong. Weāll be together, you and I. A whole world of our own, waiting.
In a trapped close space in the dark he remembers. The beginning. Things that glowed, and things that hurt. Hands on him, and the things they did. Tifa walks beside him in the daylight and makes a joke--something about how heāll have to sing to Marlene, and why?--but he takes a step and is there, in the dark, in the room with the stone all around, and heās naked and shuddering and then his hands are taken in two gloved hands--bigger than his, stronger than his, and he looks up and up and thereās the glow, that unending and impossible glow, and Sephiroth smiles at him, bends close, says with his hair brushing Cloudās bare shoulder and his lips soft against Cloudās ear theyāve made you, just for me--a perfect vessel for the world Iāll engender, and he cups the back of Cloudās neck in his hand and slips his other hand to Cloudās stomach, leather fingers biting in there, and Cloud breathes and thinks, no--and then in the next step heās back in the daylight, in the slums, in Sector 7, and Tifa says, āHey, youāve been kind of quiet--time to take a break?ā
Cloud thinks of the box of the room. The mirror, and the things over his shoulder. His bed, where heās not alone. āSure,ā he says, easy. āThatās one of the rules, right?ā
Tifa smiles. āRight,ā she says, and turns toward her apartment, and Cloud feels a heavy hand land on his shoulder, and opens his own apartment door, and closes himself again into the dark. He closes his eyes. A smile brushes against his skin, like a promise.
first ship, most underrated ship, and what songs remind you of johndean?
o dang what a good opportunity to ignore my emails some more
first ship
I mean, probably me/Prince Eric? Dude bangs. But as far as fictional folks where I was like Actively Shipping It, in the mists of memory there arises Cloud/Zack and Cloud/Sephiroth from FF7. I think I was specifically thinking of it, even at age 10 or whatever, as Cloud getting passed from Zack to Sephiroth, because even as a wee bab I was into the full skank. First fic I started writingĀ was Squall/Irvine with a side of Irvine-raped-by-Seifer-but-REALLY-it-was-Ultimecia-in-Seiferās-body!!!!, which is a fully sensible scenario if youāve played Final Fantasy 8, which is just proof of how itās awesome. (Fic sucked hardcore tho.)
Really, tho, how lucky were we. Cloud can canonically dress in drag and gets gangbanged by a bunch of bodybuilders in order to earn a pair of fancy panties. What even was Squaresoft in 1997? (Heroes, thatās what.)
most underrated ship
Cullen/non-mage Inquisitor! Why does everyone always insist that she has to be a mage, because of his traaaauma? Iām so much more inclined toward a lady who can hold her own against him and also who just doesnāt have a Venn diagram with his sad past. She doesnāt identify with Circle sadness, sheās not that concerned about magic. Sheās just a person. Dude really needs just a person. (Admittedly a pretty kickass person.)
For SPN stuff, then obv itās Mary/Sam. High five.
what songs remind you of John/Dean?
lol, Cats in the Cradle? Nah, letās see.
Fell on Black DaysĀ by Soundgarden:Don't you lock up somethingThat you wanted to see flyHands are for shakingNo, not tying, no, not tying(ahem)
and
Pretty BabyĀ by Brendan Benson:
I hear the hounds in the woods pretty babyHear the hounds in the woods closing inSo tell me know babyTell me pretty baby where you've been
(for an extra-skanky version maybe)
and
Flood,Ā by Tool:
This ground is not the rock I thought it to beThought I was high, and freeI thought I was thereDivine destinyI was wrongThis changes everything
(and I want you to know how hard it was to not put Prison Sex here)
(from these ship asks, and seriously why donāt they have numbers)
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I would!! I know we never really got to seem them interact (although it's shown that dean and sam were left with Jim at times), but I've always headcanoned that Sam had a close relationship with Pastor Jim and that Jim was the one who helped nurture Sam's faith (since it seems kind of obvious that dean and john weren't really into that).
@doilycoffin Yes, thatās something I would love to have an answer to: how and when did Sam start praying? I never really thought about it but it became clear to me as I wrote my ficlet that Pastor Jim guiding Sam on this way would make a lot of sense. Maybe he even told him that he didnāt feel pure?Ā
doilycoffin replied to your post āHow do you guys feel about fics written in present tense versus past...ā
I know a lot of people have a preference, but I barely even notice tense in fics tbh. I think most of mine are in past tense though
I guess thatās true - I donāt really notice it either. All of my long fics have been past tense, so trying something new and it feels a little weird. Good to step out of the box, right?
