Thank you, zempasuchil
, for granting me an extension and for running this awesome challenge! For erasureathon
, I erased alice_pike
's lovely 1sentence Ron/Ginny fic
into, um... Claire Novak in the aftermath of The Rapture. I'M SORRY FOR MY ONE-TRACK MIND. I mean, I guess if you squint and turn sideways, it could possibly be not
about Supernatural, but my Claire Novak feelings guided my erasing, so. Yeah. Incidentally, if you are reading this on LJ, Alice is also the one who made me this icon :3. NOVAK TRAUMA FOR ALICE, I hope you enjoy it, my dear. I'm sorry it's late!
BTW, you should also read the superamazing erasure that Z did of my fic about Castiel being Dean's creepy invisible friend: a handful of valor
. IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL, YOU GUYS omggggg. *_____*One day, suddenlySupernatural
. Claire Novak. Erased from this
.( she's never really forgiven that year, regardlessCollapse )[originally posted at http://whynot.dreamwidth.org/233281.html | comments]
's last sign-up day is TODAY, so HAVE AT YE
ALSO IT IS TIME FOR:
Perfect for those with small attention spans! SPAM IT WITH PROMPTS. STUFF IT WITH FILLS.
I have ( Sanctuary feels.Collapse )
Poem rec! Confessions: My Father, Hummingbirds, and Franz Fanon
by Benjamin Alire Sáenz. It's about identity, representation, and the sentimental attachment to the flaws you've been told are inherent. It gets me like right here
, and not just because that happened to me at a party too ahaha. ("IF YOU'RE INDONESIAN, HOW COME YOU AREN'T POOR?")
Speaking of poems, I wish I can remember the title and author of this one book of poetry I found in the New York Public Library last year. All I can remember of it is that it had a green cover of blurry trees (and maybe a boy?) and it had a bunch of long poems about the poet's distant father HAHAHAHAHA THIS SOUNDS LIKE A PARODY ALREADY but seriously. I was really digging it. It was at a very innocuous-looking NYPL branch close to the grander main branch, like a block away, and if you take the the escalator to the 2nd(?) floor, it would be in the southeast(?) corner of the room. WORST CLUES EVER. RANDOM BOOK OF AWESOME POEMS, I WILL NEVER FIND YOU AGAIN basically, just like I will never again find that song whose chorus goes "hey, heeeeyyyy" or was it "mmm, mmmmmmm" and it sort of sounded like The XX. This paragraph is the worst thing I've ever written.
hahahaha i don't even know what this is. Conversations Dean and Cas never had in season 6. Sometimes I like to vomit my feelings on tumblr, so if you follow me there, you might've seen these already. It's writing therapy? It's a compilation of my S6 Dean/Cas feelings. The title is from Rilke's Second Elegy
because Rilke ships Dean/Cas like really hard, you guys.And Yet, Alas, I Invoke You
Dean & Castiel. ~500 words. PG13. Warning: poetry i guess, feelings. We can go this far,
this is ours, to touch one another this lightly; the gods
can press down harder upon us. But this is the gods' affair.
( this is a common mistake.Collapse )
[originally posted at http://whynot.dreamwidth.org/226792.html | comments]
PARKS & REC FANS, and even non-fans: Tom Haverfoods
. TOM <3333 but also EEEEVERYONE <333333 really, everyone in this show is the best. ( Brief remarks on the 'Soulmates' episode.Collapse )
Also, I've watched up to ep 12 on the SPN anime and ( I have thoughts.Collapse )
And lastly, a D/C snippet smilla02
made me write because she knows what's good for me <3. It's so short that I just posted it straight to deancastiel
. I keep wanting to write post-Frontierland D/C but MAN it seems like these last few episodes are going to reveal so much
that I hesitate to start anything for fear of being immediately jossed. SummoningSupernatural
. Dean/Castiel. PG13.The past year has not been kind to either of them.
~339 wordsIt's 3 AM and he isn't answering your prayers.
Oh and hey, while it's still poetry month, Margaret Atwood contemplates the evolution of Dean/Cas:
Eventual Proteus[originally posted at http://whynot.dreamwidth.org/213299.html | comments]
I held you
through all your shifts
of structure: while your bones turned
from caved rock back to marrow,
fur faded to hair
the bird's cry died in your throat
the treebark paled from your skin
the leaves from your eyes
till you limped back again
to daily man:
a lounger on streetcorners
an iron-shiny garbadine
a leaner on stale tables:
at night a twitching sleeper
dreaming of crumbs and rhymes and a sagging woman
caged by a sour bed.
languages are obsolete.
These days we keep
our weary distances:
sparring in the vacant spaces
of peeling rooms
and rented minutes, climbing
all the expected stairs, our voices
abraded with fatigue,
our bodies wary.
- Margaret Atwood
1. "Couch surfing just got a whole new meaning. Sparkrelief, a new non-profit aimed at disaster relief, has built a special portal
where people can offer up their homes or apartments as surrogate shelters for people displaced by the earthquake and tsunami in Japan. It’s crowdsourced couch surfing for a cause." [source
2. Al Jazeera's "The Death of Fear" PART 1
/ PART 2Rageh Omaar examines how the death of a street vendor led to a wave of uprisings across the Arab world.
"One person who is not afraid can start a revolution, but it is only when hundreds and then thousands have lost their fear does a revolution become inevitable."
In fannish haps:( 3 pics of the Hawaii 5-0 cast I'm rather *___* overCollapse )( H50 1x19Collapse )( Parks & Rec 3x08Collapse )
Mishaleckipalooza fic status: 2827 words and counting. I did not expect it to get this long.
Goodtime Jesus[originally posted at http://whynot.dreamwidth.org/209766.html | comments]
Jesus got up one day a little later than usual. He had been dream-
ing so deep there was nothing left in his head. What was it?
A nightmare, dead bodies walking all around him, eyes rolled
back, skin falling off. But he wasn't afraid of that. It was a beau-
tiful day. How 'bout some coffee? Don't mind if I do. Take a little
ride on my donkey, I love that donkey. Hell, I love everybody.
showed up on the new SPNsecrets post
, and my heart goes out to you, anon. Sturgeon's Law always applies: you have to work to find the grittier D/C that doesn't let them fix things with sex or Troo Luv, or swap out characterization for stock tropes. It is out there though, and I want you to find it if you're looking for it because when done right, it cuts straight to the bone. I know these things are highly subjective, but if you also like your D/C fics rife with crossed loyalties and stubborn distances, then maybe you might find something you like in...
...my highly subjective D/C starter kit! This is as much for my reference as it is yours, all my favorites in one place. I tried to keep it explicitly D/C instead of the shippiness-masquerading-as-gen that is my wont. I multiship Cas all over the place these days (Cas/regrettable things OTP), but D/C holds a special place in my heart and here are eight fics that I think are pretty amazing.( SO FUCKING PROFOUND: a D/C starter kitCollapse )
It being Poetry Month, have a poem about them:
MOVEMENT SONG[originally posted at http://whynot.dreamwidth.org/209630.html | comments]
I have studied the tight curls on the back of your neck
moving away from me
beyond anger or failure
your face in the evening schools of longing
through mornings of wish and ripen
we were always saying goodbye
in the blood in the bone over coffee
before dashing for elevators going
in opposite directions
Do not remember me as a bridge nor a roof
as the maker of legends
nor as a trap
door to that world
where black and white clericals
hang on the edge of beauty in five oclock elevators
twitching their shoulders to avoid other flesh
there is someone to speak for them
moving away from me into tomorrows
morning of wish and ripen
your goodbye is a promise of lightning
in the last angels hand
unwelcome and warning
the sands have run out against us
we were rewarded by journeys
away from each other
into mornings alone
where excuse and endurance mingle
Do not remember me
nor as the keeper of secrets
I am a fellow rider in the cattle cars
you move slowly out of my bed
saying we cannot waste time
Blame it on the vile and despicable influence of gid_hanasheh
, but when camelot_fleet
threw a still-ongoing poetry jam
, I ended up writing pre-series Pendragons fanpoetry. idek. The Noble and Ancient House of Pendragon, man! Powerful families full of hubris, doomed to fall, tugging you into a position where the only right choice is betrayal. <3333 Pendragonnnnsssss
Yeah, I dunno. I don't usually write poems, so maybe this is just a fic with weird line breaks, idk. I'm kinda nervous about it, ngl. Two poem recs before we get going: "How to Tell a Story" by Shira Erlichman
is about the storytelling and appropriation discussions fandom's been having. "Ginsberg" by Julia Vinograd
is about how Allen Ginsberg is a dick.
Okay.This Ancient HouseMerlin
. Arthur, Morgana, Uther. G. Warnings for Arthur being a transparent douche.( with your helm on her head, with your sword in her handCollapse )[originally posted at http://whynot.dreamwidth.org/28223.html | comments]
, you guys! It's like gid_hanasheh
but for Winchesters. That is to say*, a comm for posting poems that remind you of Winchesters, and poems that you wrote about Winchesters. Come join! SPAM IT WITH SIKEN.
'Kay, so we got a heaven poetry comm, an earth poetry comm. To round things off, we need a hell poetry comm for poems about Ruby and Alastair. y/n?*Can we popularize the acronym TITS already?
I uploaded some songs from SinoSikat?'s debut album for some people, and I'm gonna throw the links up here too because SinoSikat? are pretty sexy, lemme tell ya. They're from Manila, and they got this badass soul-jazz-groove thing going on.So Blue
- the single. The music video
is also pretty cool.Praning
- the 'tudeAkin Ka
- the jazz
Item the third, I watched My Bloody Valentine
. What an emotionally complex and intellectually satisfying movie that was! The decapitation-by-shovel scene was such a nuanced commentary on the duality of man, and the naked girl titty-bouncing in the parking lot moved me to my very core
Okay seriously now, where is the Dean/Tom fic.[originally posted at http://whynot.dreamwidth.org/25740.html | comments]
Like a big FUCK YOU to recent non-events, LJ has been runnething over with Castiel:
1) CASTIEL COMMENT-THING PARTY.
Come on in, the water's fine! Full of angel cooties, just like we like it. Just one of those underwater angel cootie parties, you know how it is!
- If you have ever wondered, "So what if deancastiel
but poetry?" then here is your answer.
A nice side effect of #2 is getting me to poke around for more of Arkaye Kierulf's poems. Spaces
is pretty breathtaking. Then I poked around people's poetry saves on delicious, and found 'Maybe I Need You' by Andrea Gibson
, which gave me chills.
Anyway, here is one of the things I wrote for the aforementioned Castastic shindig. The prompt was "Castiel gets cursed/blasted with hug!pollen/trickstered into needing hugs ALL THE TIME or else he'll die." Then I fucked it up because I am completely inept at keeping crack separate from angst. I am not as sorry as I should be.Personal Space InvasionsSupernatural
. Dean, Cas, Sam. PG. Spoilers for 5x14. ~1000 words( You don't hug very well when you're tense.Collapse )
IT'S ALMOST REMIX REDUX TIME, GUYS. SO EXCITED. Click here
to vote for this year's qualifying fandoms. Click here
to get an AO3 invitation because that's where it's going down this year. Reeeeemiiiiix! \o/
This next thing is the fault of sgrio
and her Biblical Studies homework.
Basically it poses the interpretation that angels are not messengers, but messages
. Obedience to God is a moot point, because an email or a letter can't be obedient to you. They don't have the faculties to BE obedient, they just ARE. My knee-jerk reaction is of course to ask, "What if Castiel was just a message?" So I wrote ( thisCollapse )
and then I wrote this next thing.
I'm not sure what this next thing is. It's Castiel meta, but also maybe sort of a fic, maybe. It is... an experiment? 'Cos someone, SGRIO, was like, "Hey, why don't you fap about religion and language in context of Supernatural?" and I can't say no to that. What is it with you, SPN, making me write 1st person POV, past tense, and now whatever this is idek. I kind of wanted to reference more episodes, but 500 words of this is probably more than enough for now.
So yeah, what if Castiel were words? Spoilers through 4x22, and maybe 5x02. Happy start of Lent, folks. ETA: And now there is a sequel -- unnamed
.untitledCastiel, Dean, & God( from the Latin caedere meaning 'to cut'Collapse )
1. Two lovely erasures have already been posted to erasureathon
! And joy of joys, they're erasures of my fic! sgrio
made the specific into the communal in parádeisos
, an erasure of my Narnia fic about movieverse!Glozelle, and rendered the cracked out intimate in ménage à trois
, which is an erasure of my Leverage
fic about the time Parker got turned into a ceramic cat. idk, it was a comment_fic
2. Okay, I give in. I have a Twitter.
That's right, SITERLAS, because Psych
is giving me a complex apparently. All you tweeters, put your lights on.
is having an episode-reaction post party
for all our nonexistent shows. It's gonna be a weekly thing. I just... I cannot love this comm more if I tried. If real reactions to fake episodes, then what next? Reviews of our fake shows? Drinking games for our fake episodes? Fandom Wank posts of our fake shows' fandoms?
4. I'm getting my friend hooked on the demon blood, so for Valentine's Day we drank wine and watched Supernatural
, now known to us as, "THE DEAN SHOW and sam i guess". Then we got distracted for twenty years by this picture
. (STOP IT, ACKLES, I NEED MY BRAIN TO DO THINGS.) I cannot wait to ruin her life with fic.
5. Today was extremely bewildering! Every time something terrible and world-ending happened (which today was surprisingly often! courstesy of immigration bureaucracy), there was an equally happy and helpful solution that solved the problem! Talk about mood whiplash. This happened all day! AWFUL NEWS, AWESOME NEWS, AWFUL NEWS, AWESOME NEWS, aaaahhhhh. I'm not out of the woods yet, but forgive me if I'm just gonna spend the rest of the night eating Sour Patch Kids and orange-infused dark chocolate.
I suspect one of my friends has discovered fandom. She's summer-binging on Buffy, Angel, HIMYM, True Blood. It could all be a coincidence, of course, but it kind of reminds me of the time I searched for the Merlin DVDs on Amazon and the "Others who bought this item also bought" list included Torchwood, Dr. Who, Supernatural, and Smallville.
Anyway. The following is an erasure of zempasuchil
's Merlin OT4 fic, Rewriting the Old Language
, which I loooove. Funny that we both ended up erasing each other's Merlin OT4 fics. It's not like we told each other beforehand which fic we were doing, but I guess the siren call of polyamory was just too great.writhean erasure. original text by Z.( these accidents without casualties / these lines as simple as closing the doorCollapse )
When I look up Yehuda Amichai's poetry online, my favorites are never on the sites that are free of pop-up ads, which is annoying. So, this is a post of Yehuda Amichai's poetry for my convenience and also for my telling ya'll, "Yehuda Amichai is awesome, guys! Also I'm not sure that I'm not violating some sort of copyright by doing this, so, um. Shhh."
Not a comprehensive list, just the ones I like.
1. ( I Know A ManCollapse )
2. ( A Man In His LifeCollapse )
3. ( And We Shall Not Get ExcitedCollapse )
4. ( A Pity, We Were Such a Good InventionCollapse )
5. ( A Precise WomanCollapse )
6. ( Do Not AcceptCollapse )
7. ( An Arab Shepherd is Searching for His Goat on Mt. ZionCollapse )
8. ( Ein YahavCollapse )
9. ( Once A Great LoveCollapse )
10. ( Try to Remember Some DetailsCollapse )
11. ( You Musn't Show WeaknessCollapse )
12. ( A Dog After LoveCollapse )
Hey, you want to rec me some poetry? 'Cos that would be awesome!