Supes 6x07

[britomart_is]

Aaaaaaaaand there's soul-fisting.
Sam biting down on a belt = A++.

They actually used the phrase "robo Sam"!

I approve of badass Sam getting out of his own ropes.

I'm invested enough in Gwen NOT getting killed off/written out that she probably will be before winter hiatus.

Holy FUCK I'm glad Dean just comes out and says that he saw them stick it in the van. It gets so boring when they hold secrets forever.

"Can't assume it means the same thing to him that it does to us." He used the word US. Thank god!

Interesting - if lack of feelings means Sam has to extrapolate from previous experience that Family = Trust, then yeah. He'd have problems.

ARGH. I really feel for roboSam! It's not his fault he's soulless!

And Saaaaaaaaaaaam is still choosing Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeean! Even with no soul!

"He thinks Velcro is big news."

I love seeing them lurking through buildings together! Like old times! I want more of this!

Alpha Vamp is a very familiar actor, who did he play?

So, there's Purgatory.
Um.
Okay. Maybe it'll get interesting?

I'm just camped out with a travel mug of hot toddy and a stockpile of Clif bars, waiting for Sam and Dean to hug. I can chill as long as I need to.

I'm objectively aware that Sam's hair is kind of alarming this week, but I looooooooove his hair. I love it. Even its little flippy bits at the end that make him look like a teenage girl from the 1960s all fixed up for her yearbook photo.

Oh man, more people with Big Plans for Sam?
Just waaaaaiting for the fic where Sam is, in fact, the perfect animal?

Holy FUCK they're demons??? What? Wait, WHAT?
Uh.
Crowley?

I want a video mashup of all Mark Sheppard's guest star roles in which he's witty and shady and shifty and usually smug.

I can't imagine what it's like in there, and I can imagine so many things.

Sigh. My main reaction to that scene with Crowley was just "STOP KRIPKEING MY ALMOST-FINISHED FIC." That's what I get for not pulling it together and posting before this episode aired.

Why does RoboSam care about getting his soul back?

And do we think Grandpa is being all Winchestery and trying to get one of his various dead family members back?

UNF UNF UNF those ad spots with Sam in the leather jacket. *faints*

Comments

[fourfreedoms.livejournal.com]

Hah, that would make some excellent crack fic. Actually I think it makes me want to write some weird AU fic where Sam never gets his soul back and has to learn objectively why immmoral things are immoral. Like Patrick Bateman, only less chainsaws and running around naked in tennis shoes. Dean has to use positive reinforcement like sex to stop him from feeding cats to ATM machines.

"But why, Dean?"

[britomart-is.livejournal.com]

Giggling so hard right now. I object to the part where Sam is not naked (though prefer never to see him naked in tennis shoes, that was awkward.) But that's an amazing idea. Which you should write.

[fourfreedoms.livejournal.com]

Exactly. It's amazing how much difference tennis shoes make. Perhaps this is one such thing Dean has to teach him. "No, Sam, you cannot wear your tennis shoes during sex. There's like eight moral imperatives that say so."

Re: writing. I can't even finish the little snippety things on my own prompt-fest. I think beauty school might actually have melted my higher brain function. It's good I got out of there fast. I might be left writing washing machine manuals.

[britomart-is.livejournal.com]

It's like leaving your socks on only a million times worse.

My sympathies! You could come do what I do? Manic writing productivity is the only thing that keeps me from having a nervous breakdown over what I'm using my college degree for.

[fourfreedoms.livejournal.com]

I...think I'm not stressed out enough. I wasn't really stressed out in b-school either. I was just ANGRY all the time. God the rage. I hated everybody, and I'm sure they hated me, since this one girl called me an elitist asshole for asking if they'd made sure to vote. It's just. I'm just. GRAH. Still angry. I think it's like going over to the darkside. You stop wanting to write beauteous porn and just want to murder young padawans.

Also, now that I'm a b-school drop out and have made exactly TWO overtures towards getting a job, I can say this officially, I am using my degree to figure out how many pairs of shoes I can buy before regala_electra actually does cut off my feet in order to stop me.

[britomart-is.livejournal.com]

Being angry all the time is exhausting! Been there.

Not gonna lie, now I'm looking forward to the day you write about being a rage-filled beauty student and eventual dropout.

Can we be lazy jobseekers together? I'm supposed to be looking for a new one, and I kind of tell people that I am? But the number of applications is, uh. Low.

Sadly there are no new shoes. WEEP.

[fourfreedoms.livejournal.com]

My narcissism immediately read that as, OMG, SHE WOULD TOTALLY READ MY MEMOIRS IF I WROTE THEM! Yes, it sounds like a plan. We should set dates where we look at joblistings and bookmark them for possible application and then just never follow up.

See, you apparently have a natural born instinct to resist shoes. I require the threat of losing my feet. I'm like Sam, here.

[britomart-is.livejournal.com]

That is me wanting to read your memoirs! If I strike oil in my nonexistent backyard tomorrow, I will totally be your patron and make you write them.

There should be followup dates where we go through a week later and delete them all cause they've been filled and taken down. And dish about how they would've been lame anyway.

[fourfreedoms.livejournal.com]

It makes me want to get my MRS degree. It's too bad that then I'd have to be married to someone. And probably have to provide sex and kids. Might just be easier to go whack somebody and cash in on the insurance policy. There's that for you, contemplating murder before the craigslist jobsite.

[britomart-is.livejournal.com]

I should dredge up the list of jobs I considered before I got this one. There was a free-rent-for-naked-modeling one with a painter. There was literal nit-picking. There was graveyard shift at a mental health facility.

[fourfreedoms.livejournal.com]

Fuck me. Why didn't I study something useful. It reminds me of your fic, Sam the porn star. Totally doable. At least before touching lice and being an orderly for possible roaming Sarah Connors to beat up. It's too bad that requires eating less cheese fries and sucking ugly cock.

[britomart-is.livejournal.com]

I honestly tried to study useful things when I was a firstie. But I think that was doomed to failure.
My explanation for why I moved to LA is that I am a useless adult with no marketable skills, and Los Angeles is the only place in the world where that doesn't really matter.

Yeah. Sadly, our porn careers probably wouldn't involve a college-aged Sam Winchester.

[fourfreedoms.livejournal.com]

Why didn't I think of that? And then I could be warm right now rather than looking at New York's month long forecast and thinking 'I see that the record high for this day was 80 degrees, why isn't global warming happening fast enough!' Also, tomorrow I am traveling all the way back to New Haven just so that some other people who are not me can buy me dinner.

Um...I...might pay for a college-aged Sam Winchester? So that would totally defeat the purpose. Worst job in the world if you have to pay for the pleasure of WORK.

[britomart-is.livejournal.com]

Oh jesus fucking christ could you ever be warm right now. It was NINETY SIX DEGREES this week.
NINETY.
SIX.

I may have come up with a solution.
1) Go on craigslist. Bypass job listings. Go to casual encounters.
2) Meet sketchy guys.
3) Kill sketchy guys for the life insurance.
4) Use life insurance payout to hire college-age Sam Winchester as rent boy/cabana boy/ornament on arm at high society functions.
5) Spend all time fucking college-age Sam Winchester, cannot wear shoes as always having sex, compulsive shoe-buying problem solved.

[fourfreedoms.livejournal.com]

My friend in the south told me she'd been surfing a lot recently. And my kneejerk reaction was, "BUT IT'S TOO COLD! YOU'LL DIE!" and then I realized not everybody is tortured by bad weather. I don't understand how New England/New York was settled. Why wasn't everybody like OHFUCKTHISSHIZ, I'm going to Mexico. I have no choice but to conclude that our mayflower ancestors were mentally retarded. I AM SEETHING WITH ENVY, 96 degrees.

As long as some of that time could include me just lying there nuzzling the small of his back.

How are there not more rimming fics? I think both boys got extremely lucky in the back-muscley department, and looking at that inevitably leads to looking lower which leads to thinking about things you could do down there. If I weren't too lazy (and cynical and jaded about SPN to the point where I'm contemplating an AU where Sam is Patrick Bateman) I would create a challenge. A don't forget the back-muscles porn challenge, where at least one erector spinae or lattimus dorsi had to be mentioned per fic.

[britomart-is.livejournal.com]

lying there nuzzling the small of his back
Mmmm, yes please.

I'm not sure it gets more cynical than an American Psycho AU. That really might be the limit. Let's not find out if there's further to fall.

[britomart-is.livejournal.com]

Also, I think that is valid, considering craigslist.