so green

Oh Dark Angel, I wish I knew how to quit choo.

Except. Not really.

See? the thing with this show is how the relationships played out, and my absolute belief that, eventually, Max would have grown into the high, high role her existence demanded she took. I do belief she needed to go through with Logan for a little while, stop with the moony eyes and longing sighs, get that ball rolling, I mean, when your OTP needs such contrivances as genetically designed viruses to keep them apart thus keeping the interest and mystery going, then you know you've got a problem because, as dramatic and romantic as it might seem, it only tells you that as soon as the lovebirds get together, things are gonna stop being so smooth and you're gonna have to face them with the reality of the fantasies they'd placed on each other and the relationship.

They both thought the other was gonna be their savior, Logan was in it because she seemed like the one who'd understand his devotion to doing the right thing, while Max was interested in the possibility of normal he offered. But realistically, how long could this have lasted? How many bridges would they be able to successfully build to transit across their differences? How many bridges would this require?

I do ship Max/Logan, but only in this capacity, as an experience they both need to go through in order to move on with their lives, grow through each other and finally, ft into where they belong. Which is not to say they are not meant to be together, they are similar enough to make that work, just not romantically. Methinks.

I also ship (hardcore) Max/Alec, and this is beyond my Alec/the rest of the world ship too. Mostly I think Max needs someone like Alec to open up her eyes to the reality of what and who she really is, what the world around her is and what it could be like, he's the exact opposite to Logan in that respect., he brings forward the possibility of a different kind of fairy tale, one where Max doesn't become the princess to a normal man, doesn't get her dream of normality but she does get to become the princess of a bunch of freaks just like her, she gets to fulfill her dreams of belonging and a family. I see this a the ultimate question she'd have to ask herself, which would be best? which does she want the most? which would make her truly happy? The thing with Alec (as with Logan) is that he can make this happen for her, can channel that new self-awareness for Max without getting into romantic entanglements with her. Though I do love the platonic-ness of their relationship, it's utterly cute.

And Joshua. Man, I love Joshua. I love how every character relates so distinctly to him, and how this tells us so much about them, as much as it tells us about Josh himself. He's a great character (whom tends to get butchered in fic, I find) and he's totally one of the most missed characters for me. Him and Alec. And him with Alec, I love how they took to each other (once Max's blessing was given, of course).

And this was brought to you by my denial to study and write school-sanctioned fiction! Joy.

Since I can't breathe properly without stopping entirely, I've spent the better part of the night reading (when I wasn't toying around with layouts and such), and finished an entire book in less than one night. I'm flabbergasted. Granted it wasn't such a long book, but the feat remains a feat.

Corollary to this, is the absolute erasure of any lingering doubt that García Márquez is the love of my life my most favorite writer, above them all he stands, tall and proud, no number of dystopias, no amount of epic fantasies can compete, that's right, not even the Professor himself stands next to him.

Ironically To Kill a Mockingbird (which, btw merykey you have to get your hands on this one, you cannot die without having read this book) remains my unquestionably most favorite piece of literature, so far. You know, in a perfect world, Harper Lee would have written more than one book but, alas. Either way, that's neither here, nor there.

Point is, a great step has been taken for me today, I can now honestly say that this is the man whose work I'll take with me to be stranded on a deserted island.

And in case you were wondering, the all-nighter was Chronicle of a Death Foretold, this must have been the third time round, I think. God, I love that man.

OK then, nut case signing off!

After expending the entire day freezing my ass off sorta babysitting for the neighbor, I come home and call my sister, it seemed like the thing to do, you know?

Much conversation is had and when the well of "all the things I've done with my winter break" runs dry this exchange follows:

S: So, anything interesting happened to you today?
Me:... I stubbed my toe?
S: (with all the wisdom of a ten-year-old) You're so silly sometimes. I meant something really interesting. And cool.
Me: (getting it) Oh, right, like all the interesting and cool things that constantly happen to you. Is it? Well?
S: Um, don't tell Dad yet, but I joined a rock band.
Me:Wow. I stubbed my toe.

I'm old, y'all! While my ten-year-old sister is out there, running around in her colorful parka and her rock band membership, I'm home early, stubbing my toe. ::headdesk::

Because I love y'all so much. And because I'm in a sharing kind of mood. But mostly because I'm cold and insomniac.

Jack Johnson - Cookie Jar.
I love the juxtaposition of the innocence of a cookie jar with the subject treated. It's very unexpected, yet perfectly matched when you get all the nuances involved. Great, great song.

Jack Johnson - Same Girl.
I usually judge a song-writer's skill by their love songs. With this one Jack Johnson makes it to my Privileged Few list.

Enjoy!

Just finished reading this fic I'd had on my to read list for way too long. But, man, was it worth it.

It's just. It's so hardcore South, ya know? It's Texas in a way that I've never seen before, and I'm all over that, is about missing Home and knowing that no matter how many times, how often you go back, it's never gonna be the same because you're not the same, and while there's this warmth spreading all over your heart because you're home and you missed this stuff, there's also that cold ball setting down in your stomach because you shouldn't have to miss it, you should never realize how ingrained it is, it should never be not-granted, you know?

It captures all that. It's post-DA-but-pre-Smallville Jensen and Chris Kane. Plus there's some Steve Earle tossed in the middle of all that. Pure love.

The House Rules by ethrosdemon . Jensen/Chris.
This is vintage stuff, but so, so good. It's Jensen/Chris fuckin' Kane man, no amount of J2 will ever equal the perfectness of J/C. None.

Taken from 1grl_revolution

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Just had this odd dream wherein Tara (Buffy's Willow's Tara) comforted Dean (Winchester, duh) upon his returning home after a hunt. And in my dream, it totally made sense that Tara was sleeping in Dean's childhood bed because, for some reason, she was camping out in his house (which wasn't in Lawrence. Heresy, I know) while some other TV shows' assorted witches made some sort of hunter-on-the-making training camp on his backyard.

So anyway, point was: Dean walks into his room, utterly exhausted and looking kinda crest-fallen, Tara closes the little "Dear Diary" formatted book she's writing on and looks at him, puts a hand on his shoulder (somehow their positions reverse without previously informing me. (Rude of them, btw.) And now he' s sitting down by the desk, his back to her and she's standing behind him, a hand on his shoulder squeezing ever-so-slightly) and asks him if he wants her to leave him alone, Dean nods and she exits the room because she's such a good friend and is totally attuned to Dean's needs...

It amused me, upon waking up.