Some lament and some recs
Oct. 22nd, 2017 07:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kribbanI left Tumblr about a week ago. The amount of negativity and wank about SPN and especially Wayward Sisters got to the point where it was making me miserable. LiveJournal is once again my main platform. The downside of that is that it's so damn quiet here! :-( I've gotten so used to gifs and meta and episode discussions (you know, the good side of Tumblr) that my life feels empty now.
There are only two SPN-meta thingies I keep up with on a weekly basis:
The Crossroads podcast (which, if you can abide the dick jokes, does a great job of analysing the episodes)
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caranfindel's weekly polls (which is 50/50 dry humour and awesomely critical thinking.)
Other than that, it looks like this:
I miss some peeps. Not gonna tag them, but I miss them.
To end on a positive note, I read a fantastic fic today. It's 4k, has a happy ending and before then it hurts you in all the best ways.
Excerpt:
So when they're at a diner in the middle of nowhere, Idaho, and the waitress stops at their table, coffee pot in hand but not pouring, just looking at their faces—at Dean's face—with her brow furrowing—Sam's not surprised. Resigned, maybe, but not surprised.
She's as attractive as would be expected, slender, brunette, blue eyes. "Dean?" she says, and Sam rolls his eyes, settles back in the booth as Dean leans forward, lips curving up in an easy smile.
"Hey," he says, "how you doing?" nonchalantly friendly, casually familiar, and Sam almost rolls his eyes again, because Dean has no idea who she is.
A Haunted Life by Xparrot.
There are only two SPN-meta thingies I keep up with on a weekly basis:
The Crossroads podcast (which, if you can abide the dick jokes, does a great job of analysing the episodes)
caranfindel's weekly polls (which is 50/50 dry humour and awesomely critical thinking.)Other than that, it looks like this:
I miss some peeps. Not gonna tag them, but I miss them.
To end on a positive note, I read a fantastic fic today. It's 4k, has a happy ending and before then it hurts you in all the best ways.
Excerpt:
So when they're at a diner in the middle of nowhere, Idaho, and the waitress stops at their table, coffee pot in hand but not pouring, just looking at their faces—at Dean's face—with her brow furrowing—Sam's not surprised. Resigned, maybe, but not surprised.
She's as attractive as would be expected, slender, brunette, blue eyes. "Dean?" she says, and Sam rolls his eyes, settles back in the booth as Dean leans forward, lips curving up in an easy smile.
"Hey," he says, "how you doing?" nonchalantly friendly, casually familiar, and Sam almost rolls his eyes again, because Dean has no idea who she is.
A Haunted Life by Xparrot.
