my darling

poem: Love From the North

- Christina Rossetti

I had a love in soft south land,
Beloved through April far in May;
He waited on my lightest breath,
And never dared to say me nay.

He saddened if my cheer was sad,
But gay he grew if I was gay;
We never differed on a hair,
My yes his yes, my nay his nay.

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Favorite 20th Episodes of SPN

Choose one, choose all--I'm not going to dictate ;)

1.20 Dead Man's Blood
2.20 What Is and What Should Never Be
4.20 The Rapture
5.20 The Devil You Know
6.20 The Man Who Would Be King
7.20 The Girl with the Dungeons and Dragons Tattoo
8.20 Pac-Man Fever
9.20 Bloodlines
10.20 Angel Heart
11.20 Don't Call Me Shurley
12.20 Twigs & Twine & Tasha Banes
13.20 Unfinished Business
14.20 Moriah

While none of these are exactly my favorites overall, I quite like "Dead Man's Blood" for putting the Winchester family dynamics clearly on display. And I must confess I have a kind of fondness for the poor, failed "Bloodlines", which tried too hard and just utterly flopped. There was some potential to it, but it got jammed too hard into the backdoor-pilot slot and got mangled in the process. "Angel Heart" made me actually feel sympathetic to Claire instead of merely annoyed, which is a pretty good trick, while "Don't Call Me Shurley" is a pretty impressive piece of writing, giving us a style of episode we hadn't seen before, even 11 seasons in.


ficlet: Soda, Interesting Use Of

2:30 AM ficlet for you, from the randomly generated prompt "soda interesting use". Puppy is currently pretending to attack my toes.

It works better than Sam expected, which is to say it works at all--not enough holy water in the coke to do more than make the demon yell, but between that and the sudden *sploosh* of the soda exploding out of the bottles, it’s enough for them to get the jump on it. Dean neatly trips the demon into the Solomon’s key, Sam does a quick check for any existing fatal injuries, and five minutes later they have a sobbing, sticky, de-possessed cheerleader on their hands.

“We’re not telling anyone about this ever,” Sam says, because while he’s all for sharing useful tips around what remains of their network of hunters, he’s well aware by now what kind of gossips they all are.

“Next time I’m going to try for a timed explosion,” Dean says, gleeful despite the amount of soda being transferred onto his shirt.

“Fine,” Sam sighs--he recognizes a lost cause when he sees one. “But you’re doing the laundry after.”

the marvels of hand-crafting

Usually when I watch videos from Liziqi's channel I marvel at the handcraft and the natural beauty, and how soothing it all is. This time I was struck by just how time-consuming everything is when you can't get machines to do it for you. And yes, the result is beautiful and sturdy and no doubt deeply satisfying to use, but still--there is a luxury to it, to having the materials and time to create instead of simply buy.

Though I speak as one who could at least approximate similar projects if I really wanted and was willing to stop spending my time on things like blogging regularly. :P


poem: Dog Dreaming

- W.S. Merwin

The paws twitch in a place of chasing
Where the whimper of this seeming-gentle creature
Rings out terrible, chasing tigers. The fields
Are licking like torches, full of running,
Laced odors, bones stalking, tushed leaps.
So little that is tamed, yet so much
That you would find deeply familiar there.
You are there often, your very eyes,
The unfathomable knowledge behind your face,
The mystery of your will, appraising.
Such carnage and triumph; standing there
Strange even to yourself, and loved, and only
A sleeping beast knows who you are.