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I wish I had no life (OMG I'M AWAKE AND IT'S FOUR A.M. THIS SHOW EATS MY BRAIN) but I do have a life and I love that life, it's full and happy and I have a lot to look forward to, but my mind still chugs away on this Show, so here are the gotchas that hit my mind today:


  • Sam always had an irrational fear of clowns, from the day that his subconcious memory jumbled a woman in white with the ingestion of blood to the clown mobile over his head... to the last day Dean spent on earth with him, killed by a monster in a faceless, clownish mask. Maybe it wasn't irrational after all.  Maybe it was a premonition that was too vague to be fully rendered.


  • Mythically, Dean had to be killed by a Faceless Man, otherwise known as Kuchisake-onna. The Faceless Man harks back not only to the vampires and the forced ingestion/breeding of blood, but also to the very first hunt that scared Dean too much to face alone: the Woman in White. They've appeared to the boys before in various forms (sometimes with faces, stay with me and read the Wiki link). At each encounter, the mythos being addressed is the Ultimate Fear. The fear of loss, of blankness, of emptiness.  The fear of having no purpose and no meaning, of never truly being able to go "home".  Anytime that an antagonist wanted to truly, deeply cut Dean wide open, they brought up those feelings he had of emptiness, of a void he couldn't fill, of never finding peace again, of being simply a weapon with no greater purpose. In order for Dean to make it to Heaven, that part of Dean had to die "at its own hands".  And Dean tried to explain it to Sam before he went. To let Sam know that the dead part of him was killed now, and that he was finally free and knew his purpose - to live beyond death and stay with Sam for as long as Sam lived. He could finally see himself as the legacy he had become, a man who had a purpose and had lived it. The fear was the only thing that truly died that day.  Which isn't to say that Dean wasn't scared. He still wanted Sam to know that he wasn't leaving him intentionally. He desperately needed to know that Sam understood that and that it was okay, that he truly had Sam's ackowledgement and permission to go. All those things were like a series of keys clicking into place over ten years in the world's most complicated soulmate psyche lockset I've ever seen.


  • Sam and Dean were able to survive a beating from God himself (and who hasn't ever felt the same way a day in their life). It was the sheer act of ENDURANCE that made them heroes. They didn't have the whole answer. They didn't have a weapon. All they had was their courage, and their faith in their friends.  Endurance takes determination and hard lessons and lots of mistakes and above all, it takes honesty with yourself and the willingness to trust others to do the right thing. So, the next time you're having a bad day, remember, you don't have to fix it. You don't have to save everyone. The only thing you have to do is look up and hold on.

Okay. Ginger drove the drive. We got the recliner (kinda - it gets here in December?!). We got the giant TV. We got the dog. And we got the pie. I got apple for The Boys. Ginger (tahirire) chose cherry for The Refur. Because it's our SPN Series Finale Night y'all. Our last episode ever. Carry On.

ETA: Well. That was good. That was the right way. That was exactly what Dean and Sam really wanted. I even got part of my stupid little ending LOL. Ginger wants to scroll all of kroki_refur old fics to find the original ending story where we all read it and thought :yes THAT's it:, (she friends locked them long ago). So good to see the whole crew out there. That's what got me. I started waving and crying at all y'all asshats. Thanks guys. Every single one of you. There really aren't words for the amazing thing this has become. Thanks for being family. Thanks for sharing the story with us for all these years. What a ride... that should never really end.

"There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, the other is getting it." -- Oscar Wilde

ETA the second: Of COURSE we cried! My absolute favorite part was Dean finally telling Sam his secret - the one that Dean's been hiding and hearing about from every big bad forever, like everyone knew but Sam... psh like Sam didn't already know.

ETA the third: Since we actually watched 15.19 and 15.20 back to back, I have failed to present Mr. Calvert / Richie Junior with the credit he deserves for flexing his eyeballs from dumb to teenager to deamon to master of the universe in approximately eighteen plot seconds, in the scheme of things. I think he pulled it off brilliantly. It was one of those SO GOOD moments that you just go YEAH... THAT. YES GOOD. and it hits you later that.... no, that was not an easy feat.  He did an amazing thing, which was take the entire end game on his shoulders. Then he sold it.  As a character with more plot twists and side quests than anyone else has ever had. Personal opinion, that build literally made me wish we had finished publishing No Way Back, and that my dude, is the highest compliment that I can possibly give, that the person outlives and lives outside the Show and we want to keep building. Because we had solved the purpose of the monsters and the need for power vacuum in slightly different ways, but playing with the same elements there, it was SO COOL to watch it play out in Show IRL with all the tech and financial realities. Somebody help me talk Ginger into finishing it. I can't - literally can't - do it without her. ;)

Holy crP, i'VE GOTEEN pregnat and HAD AN sMOL boy since the last time I wuz here. He is almost 3.


Hi.

Kids are fun. Life happens.


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I enjoyed The Tactical Bacon. Really dusted off Lambie in this one, Doc McStuffins. Desert Storm Dean is a badass. Evil!Sam is badder asser. Approved.


Ducati.

Amen.

Right Outside

Summary: There was this one time...
Category: Things might most definitely happen, probably, somewhere considering relativity and all that nonsense.
Timeline: Season 37.
Characters: Sam & Dean
Wordcount: 480
Rating: PG
For Hannah, who knew them when they were babes. (Hi, Hannah.)

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Living Things

Summary: Sam gets a message.
Category: A plot possibility that I would like if it were true.
Timeline: Before We Need To Talk About Kevin (8.01).
Characters: Sam & Castiel
Wordcount: 859
Rating: PG
For tahirire


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The longer term solution would be to develop an appropriate social contract: conducting ourselves online under the same civilized behavioral norms that keep us from, say, stealing stuff from one another's homes even though we could probably get away with it. It's not really that hard, and it's worth figuring out before the privilege of free interaction is taken away from us - along with any expectation of privacy.

Only by strengthening people's ability to distinguish between sharing and stealing will we be able to build a society capable of surviving our networks. 

-- Douglas Rushkoff, Will Your Internet Provider Be Spying on You?, CNN Opinion

Jared and Gen's son's name revealed!
Jared Padalecki‘s new role: Superdad!

The Supernatural star and his wife Genevieve Cortese welcomed a son, Thomas Colton Padalecki, on Monday, March 19, his rep confirms to PEOPLE exclusively.

Baby boy weighed in at 8 lbs., 6 oz.

Stanley Clark Cole (born October 12, 1945) is a retired water polo player from the United States, who competed in three consecutive Summer Olympics for his native country, starting in 1964. He won the bronze medal with the Men's National Team at the 1972 Summer Olympics in Munich, West Germany.

*neither of these articles are related. probably.

Hello LJ, how's it hangin'.

Sometimes I wonder where everybody went, and then I remember, oh yeah it's me who's not here anymore. I've practically moved kit and caboodle to Tumblr.

Don't mess with Tumblr, kids, it will eat your life. One of these days, I'm sure I'll start to get called out for spoiling over there the way that I used to be over here, but then again, nobody follows me there yet so nobody notices or cares. It's kinda refreshing until it gets kinda lonely.

Anyway, hijinks galore as always ... just in another realm. Feel free to follow me there if you have one. If you don't, like I said, life-eating.

I'll try to post stuff here too, but the format will likely be something that I can post in both places, unless it's a story. Been co-writing a lot lately, and ghosting seems to be the only way that I can get the muses to play nice lately, but I'll be around more soon I hope. So many bunnies. <3 yall





Supernatural Cars: 7.14

Sam’s was a pretty average 84-96 Jeep Cherokee XJ for this trip. Almost every college kid in America in the late eighties had one of these, or knew someone who did.

Dean’s ride was a little more classic and off the beaten path: a third generation (74-76) Mercury Cougar XR-7. It’s not the GT and it’s not the convertible, but it was still considered a good car, known for practicality and decent power in the crowded “personal luxury” market of its day. 

Sing.

It Couldn’t Be Done

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done,
But, he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn’t," but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you’ll never do that;
At least no one has done it";
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle it in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "couldn’t be done," and you’ll do it.


from Collected Verse of Edgar Guest
NY:Buccaneer Books, 1976, pg. 285

DISCLAIMER: REMOVING ONES OVERCOAT IN A WINTER SNOW STORM IS NOT RECOMMENDED. PLEASE SING RESPONSIBLY.

The kind of story that makes stocks rise.

[11:42:39 PM] Blacklid: us girls went to Starbucks today after lunch
[11:42:51 PM] Tahirire: orly
[11:43:04 PM Blacklid: and at the drivethru, L ordered a "tall blonde"
[11:43:28 PM] Tahirire: I've been drinking those starbucks frappuchino thingies like my life depends on it. which it may very well do.
[11:43:32 PM] Tahirire: lol
[11:43:37 PM] Tahirire: did she get one?
[11:43:43 PM] Blacklid: And C started laughing, so she says, "No, no really. I want a tall Blonde coffee."
[11:44:13 PM] Blacklid: And the drive thru guy started to mess with her. He was like, "Yeah? You want that hot or extra hot?"
[11:44:45 PM] Tahirire: LOL
[11:44:50 PM] Blacklid: and she goes, "Extra hot is fine. As long as it doesn't burn going down."
[11:44:57 PM] Blacklid: ALL OF US DYING
[11:45:04 PM] Blacklid: and she's like, "What?"
[11:45:20 PM] Tahirire: *dies*
[11:46:14 PM] Blacklid: And so we get to the window, and Seattle is working (a super fine, hot, tall, blonde guy with a sweet smile...from Seattle, obviously) and the guy working the window has him by the elbow and he goes, "You ordered the tall, hot blonde?"
[11:46:16 PM] Tahirire: What was she TRYING to order?
[11:46:33 PM] Blacklid: And Seattle is grinning like crazy and C and I are laughing so hard we can't breathe
[11:46:36 PM] Tahirire: omg, that is freaking fabulous
[11:46:43 PM] Blacklid: and L and is all, "Yes, I did."
[11:47:17 PM Blacklid: And the guy holding onto Seattle's arm deadpans, "Would you like a sleeve?"
[11:47:34 PM] Tahirire: *dies more*
[11:48:33 PM] Blacklid: L is getting all confused because she still doesn't get why we're all DYING
[11:48:54 PM] Blacklid: it takes her 10 freaking seconds... and she goes OH MY GOD
[11:50:47 PM] Blacklid: they give us our drinks and mine has a little stopper in the lid, and I of course take it out almost immediately and whipped cream pops out all over my scarf
[11:51:10 PM] Blacklid: and Seattle cracks up... and L is all "What happened now?"
[11:51:43 PM] Blacklid: and I said, "Oh, I just got cream all over me. This is what happens everytime I go to .... lick the stick."
[11:52:01 PM] Blacklid: I think by the time we got back to work, we were all hyperventilating.
[11:53:11 PM] Tahirire: lol
[11:53:28 PM] Tahirire: good times
[11:12:41 AM] Tahirire: OHOH
[11:13:09 AM] Tahirire: also, I bought myself this quilted stuff and I'm going to make a roll-uppable holster for all of the weird shaped rulers we always have to carry around, MUAHHAAHAA.
[11:13:43 AM] Blacklid: FANNYPACKFANNYPACK
[11:14:04 AM] Tahirire: nono, shoulder holster. Like a bow and arrow quiver, kindof.
[11:14:14 AM] Tahirire: it's black, so it's TACTICAL.
[11:14:14 AM] Blacklid:
[11:14:27 AM] Tahirire: LOL SHUT UP

Also Wik

Favorite quote from the junkets so far this year:
Zap2it: The number of conventions you do, all around the world, is unprecedented.

Padalecki: It's absolutely unprecedented. We've spent our summers that way for a few years. So much more than 'Star Trek' is what we've been told from the people who put on the conventions. We relate to the fans. Jensen and I are pretty casual guys, we're pretty laid back, we're Texas boys. He and I are just like 'People [SOYLENT GREEN!!!] are people!' Not to say that people on other shows don't know that, but I've been to conventions where there are people from other TV shows where there's a distinct air of 'I am the actor, and you are the fan, and I will use the royal 'we' when I address you.' And it's just like, f*** you, who do you think you are? These situations could be switched. Jensen and I get that. We know what it's like to be a fan. If you tell me you're a fan of my show, it's no different from us saying that to a Dallas Cowboy or an actor we like, or a musician. I freaked out when I saw Mike McCready of Pearl Jam. I was grabbing my wife, like 'Oh my god!' and she's like 'Dude, I'm pregnant, I'm going to need that arm.' I never thought I'd react like that. The fans are integral to our show. We've made episodes for them -- not just episodes with them in mind, but episodes about them. I can't imagine any other TV show ever being able to get away with that.

- Source

How I want Supernatural to end.

Don't lie, you've all thought about it. Not that we ever really want it to end, but we know that it will someday. The cast and crew will move on to other things, their yearbooks displayed proudly on the fireplace mantel under the antlers and the gag reels played loudly on holiday weekends one after another to the sounds of laughter and whimsical sighs...  It should go out in a blaze of glory befitting of the series and what it has come to mean to so many of us.  My personal preference would be some version of this:
Bob Singer: Let me show you a clip from my latest film where my faulty depth perception kept me from yelling "cut" at the right time.
[on a movie set, just as The Impala plummets off a cliff, Singer yells]
Bob Singer: Cut!
[but it's too late, and the car explodes at the bottom of the cliff; back to the press conference]
Bob Singer: If I had yelled "cut" on time, those actors would be alive today.
Friend --

Early this morning, the last of our troops left Iraq.

As we honor and reflect on the sacrifices that millions of men and women made for this war, I wanted to make sure you heard the news.

Bringing this war to a responsible end was a cause that sparked many Americans to get involved in the political process for the first time. Today's outcome is a reminder that we all have a stake in our country's future, and a say in the direction we choose.

Thank you.

Barack


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Salutation addressed to journal, and maybe also flist, if any of you are still around.

Cheerful, yet appropriately exhausted greeting followed by woeful explanation of how busy life has been. Complaint about co-worker. Expression of the more subtle tendencies of a love/hate relationship relating to job.

Brief summary of time spent with family in recent holidays. Required gripe about road trips, followed by strong nostalgic memories of how awesome road trips were Back When We Were Younger.

Cute story about the dog.

Apology to Blake for not thinking about him in at least the last 4 consecutive days. (WTF)

Quick summary of all errands due, I-Miss-You closing remark,

Sincerely,

Name.

what is this....

I do not remember this journal thing. This must have been a previous life.

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