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Nice synopsis....
Trailer’s good....
I like that Dean’s narrating....
But, ugh. Looks like they’re just gonna take a big steaming dump on canon.
[ponders]
Mary still ain’t gonna ward the shit out of Sam’s nursery, though, is she?
Status: Complete Word Count: 5.4K Category: One-shot; Behind-the-scenes canon-compliant; Baby/The Impala; Choices; Personal growth; Heart-grabber; Life, love & family Rating: Teen & Up Character(s): Reader/Female O.C.; Male & Female O.C.s; References to familiar people/places Pairing(s): N/A Warnings: Mild coarse language Author’s Note(s): Post-story Overall Summary: Chuck told us a story about Baby’s early days. And we know how she’s spent most of her life helping the Winchesters get to where they need to go. Here’s a little of what happened in between.
The Lucchese brothers set out for America from Italy, climbed off a boat in Galveston, Texas in 1882. Enterprising fellows as they were, Sal and Joe already had a nice little thing going, a boot-making shop out at Fort Houston, over in San Antonio, by 1883. Sal was a nut for machinery, really turned his crank - any word he got about something that might rev things up, well, he wanted to be the first to try it.
The Luccheses became known for their hands-on approach, helped by those machines, sure, but only so’s they could give their work a boost. And they refused to cut corners, not even a little. The brothers believed that you should do things right, didn’t matter how busy you got.
Right around the turn of the century, their boots were coming in at around ten bucks. By the early parts of the 1900s, they were around $40 a pop. Then came the Hollywood bandwagon, handfuls of actors showing up wearing the Italian-meets-Western creations as word spread - back in that day, couldn’t just turn on a TV or expect to see ‘em plastered on billboards. Word of mouth and reputation go a hell of a long way.
The singer-songwriters and actual cowboy-types came along. And in the 60s, when style was starting to take a left turn, those boots were still hanging around. Hell, even the White House got in on the action - I’d heard some of the Kennedys got measured and fitted. Johnson, too.
Which, you should. I did. It wasn’t cheap, but worth it. You plan to surround yourself with something, day in and day out, you best make sure it’s a good fit. So I dished out some of the precious savings I’d squirreled away and got two good fits. Just in case I needed to walk.
And I would’ve walked, all the way, if I’d had to. I had 'em for a year, good and broken-in, those dark cherry-red dreams that came almost to my knees. Short legs, short strides, but I was determined.
They’d turned into what I thought were the most important boots - maybe the most important things - in the world. They kept me going, just needed to glance down at them, like they were a talisman. If I believed in that sort of thing.
Still. Funny how things can do that for you, and the people around you can’t. Won’t.
Happy Birthday, Baby.
I know your on hiatus but i saw the post about the podcast and spn and i was wondering what you thought of the finale
Hoo-boy. Well, I’ll save full commentary because someone’s asked regarding the @youtotallymadethatup episode, but the short version is...
We could debate over their choice of resolution, sure. Having said that, They ____ and go to ____! is pedestrian. It’s unoriginal. It’s lazy. Let’s go with it for argument’s sake, though. Bottom line, if you’re gonna do something that drastic vs. a more open-ended with enough of a satisfactory conclusion kind of jam (see: Buffy the Vampire Slayer finale) or a veiled, let-the-viewer-fill-in-the-blanks wrap-up (see: The Sopranos finale, or the Angel finale), then do it well (see: Six Feet Under finale). And they didn’t do it well.
Pandemic issues explain some logistics (such as casting and locale and set pieces, etc.) but not bizarre writing choices and - sweet babby jeebus - lousy hair/makeup effects, to name but just two things. If the virus wrecked what they originally had planned (which is my understanding), the answer is to scrap it, hustle up, and start again during the *months* they were graciously given by the network. You do what you can with what you have where you are, you don’t stubbornly re-cobble what got destroyed into something that’s passable instead of something that’s close as you can possibly get to being worthy, something that at least conveys the utmost efforts were made even if the end result wasn’t the ideal.
I was a guest on another podcast recently and the subject came up during our warm-up, matter of fact, and I advised the host and anyone in the chat who hadn’t seen it to just stop with the penultimate episode - which would also be my advisement to anyone reading this who hasn’t finished out the season.
In a nutshell: very sloppily and quite poorly executed.
Sincerely,
Your Friendly Neighborhood SPN Fanfic Writer
So was that the actual finale and then next week is.... what... what!? I mean, that was a wrap-up if ever I've seen one.
Like... what's coming? A glimpse into the probable future? Then it's an "every time we think we're out, they drag us back in" sorta jam, and then it's essentially them always on the hunt, but this time because they want to and not because they have to?
I'm spitballing, here.
Because I'm confused.
*presses mouth right up against the mic so my voice booms from the speakers* MOLDY CREAM FACIAL
“HURRY UP!! WILL YOU HURRY UP?!”
“I’M GOING AS FAST AS I CAN!”
Dean was on his knees, shuffling backward at an impressive speed, swinging an angel blade as Sam stood nearby, mixing furiously.
Rowena remained seated at one of the library’s tables, inspected a fingernail as she crossed her legs, calm as could be. “Not too much, Samuel - you’ll want to keep it creamy.”
The pissed-off pumpkin growled as it advanced, its spindly vine arms with the tiny leaf claws outstretched, spiky toes leaving scratches in the wood floor.
“Dump that crap on its head!” Dean ordered.
“The whole thing’s a head!” Sam snapped. Pausing in his mixing and holding the bowl in one hand, he reached over to flip a page in a nearby open book, then groaned as some of the pasty concoction smeared from his fingertips onto the text. “Dammit!”
“SCREW YOUR LORE—- OW!”
Dean’s chastisement was cut short as one of the vines unfurled, swiped, and left five tiny nicks across his cheek. The pumpkin’s sunken eyes took on a glow. And then its jagged mouth opened wide.
“AHHHHHHHH!” it howled, and lunged.
“AHHHHHHHH!” Dean howled right back, and brought the blade down, managing to pin it to the floor by the thick stalk protruding from the top.
The entire room went silent.
Here, have a quick Halloween funny.
Status: Complete Word Count: see individual parts Category: Mini-Series; Behind-the-scenes canon compliant; Mystery; On-the-case Rating: (Older) Teen & Up Character(s): Sam, Dean, various circus folk, special guest star Warnings: see individual parts Overall Summary: Sam is trapped in what’s left of a burnt-down circus while attempting to assist a tormented soul, when a mysterious ringmaster arrives.
Here, have some creepy to celebrate Halloween SPN-style
Come along as Nash & Tiff discuss a few famous locations where strange things have happened & wonder: are the events that took place really as mysterious as they seem?
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- About the podcast - - Show Notes - - Contact - - Credits -
Perhaps if they’d have been this bold with their directions, somebody would’ve actually paid attention... 🤷♀️
“You’re here because you know something. What you know, you can’t explain, but you feel it. You’ve felt it the entire time, that there’s something wrong with the reblogs. You don’t know what it is, but it’s there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what I’m talking about?”
“The fanfic.”
“Do you want to know what it is?”
“Yes.”
“The so-called stories claiming to be based upon Supernatural are everywhere. They are all around us. Even now, in this very post. You can see it when you look on your phone, or when you turn on your laptop. You can feel it when you check your notifications… when you scroll through your dash… when you see your mutuals vomit-fawning. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.”
“What truth?”
“The same-shit-different-title fic is a system. That system is our monster-of-the-week. When you’re hunting for fic, and you look around, what do you see? Emojis, notes, hearts, ask-kissing: the very minds of the people we are trying to save. But until we do, these people are still a part of that system, and that makes them our responsibility. You have to understand, most of these people are not ready to read good fic. And many of them are so inured, so hopelessly dependent on the system, that they will fight to protect it… Were you listening to me?
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Or were you reading about two men who neither speak nor behave like the Winchester brothers?”
I love D.J. Qualls. Best part of this ep. I want him to be in all the things. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen anything with him in it that I haven’t liked.
#cringe #fail #stop #embarrassed for all involved
Careful! How you finish that line is gonna make-or-break how well you’ve captured Dean Winchester in that fic you’re working on. Why, you may ask? Keep reading. And to you who are familiar with this topic…
I have to admit it: I’m ready for SPN to just be over. Mainly so I/we can fix whatever they whiff in my/our stories. There, I’ve said it. I can’t be the only one. This is a safe space, if you need to admit it, too.
