This show is goddamn killing me.
Apr. 20th, 2006 09:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosOh, my God. I'm Dean.
No, really. Aside from the lack of a penis and the addition of some breasts (and hey, his boobs ARE real), I'm Dean. I have a black leather jacket (suede leather, and it's a duster, BUT STILL) and a rustbucket car, I play my music too loud and speed too damn much, I like playing with toys that shoot and slice, I listen to AC/DC and classic rock, and I've had to stand between what sounded a LOT like that same argument (you know, without the supernatural element) with an angry little brother and a demanding father who won't listen to a damn thing.
No wonder I can write the little bastard best. He's ME.
On the other hand, OMG PAPA YAY. Let me give you some idea of how my episode reaction went.
John: *pushes button and arsenal electronically rises from back of truck, then removes gigantic shiny machete*
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trollprincess: *spends next five minutes trying to remember how to breathe properly again*
John: *makes snarky remark to female vampire after she's been shot about the arrow being dipped in dead man's blood and smiles smugly*
trollprincess: *spends next five minutes trying to remember how to breathe properly again*
John: *shoots Luther in the head*
trollprincess: *spends next five minutes trying to remember how to breathe properly again*
Conclusion ... John steals my breath away. Or, you know, gives me asthma.
Seriously, I know he's a fuck-up, but my GOD, I love him. I love all of my Winchesters like crazy. I loved that argument and I loved Dean standing up for Sam and can I just say how much I absolutely friggin' ADORED that talk between Sam and John in the hotel room? "I spent it on ammo." *snickers* I was waiting for that part to come up because that was such a very John thing to do with it, so it made me all happy when Sam laughed at it.
Oh, and Dean? If you want to discourage the Wincest, maybe comments like, "I draw the line at necrophilia" should cease. 'Cause, really, at least Sammy's a warm body, is what I'm saying.
Also, "vampires mate for life"? Who's writing that fic? Oh, God, please don't say me, please don't say me ...
The vampires were a pretty cool addition, and I did like the way they tweaked the myth for the show. Um, Luther was kind of hot. Nnngh. Like I really needed that added squee when John was already sending me into fits of rapture.
"Vampires. That never stops being funny." *giggles* Okay, what does it say about me that I am Dean and yet want to throw him against the nearest wall and fuck him senseless? Seriously. That bit with the crossbow? GUH.
That's the coherent reaction, really. The rest is a bunch of squealing.
And that last bit with John saying they were going to hunt this thing together and the boys saying "Yes, sir" in unison?
Oh. Ohhhhhhh.
EDIT: Holy crap, Kevin Smith's in the rerun of Law and Order I turned on at ten! Sweet!
No, really. Aside from the lack of a penis and the addition of some breasts (and hey, his boobs ARE real), I'm Dean. I have a black leather jacket (suede leather, and it's a duster, BUT STILL) and a rustbucket car, I play my music too loud and speed too damn much, I like playing with toys that shoot and slice, I listen to AC/DC and classic rock, and I've had to stand between what sounded a LOT like that same argument (you know, without the supernatural element) with an angry little brother and a demanding father who won't listen to a damn thing.
No wonder I can write the little bastard best. He's ME.
On the other hand, OMG PAPA YAY. Let me give you some idea of how my episode reaction went.
John: *pushes button and arsenal electronically rises from back of truck, then removes gigantic shiny machete*
trollprincess: *spends next five minutes trying to remember how to breathe properly again*John: *makes snarky remark to female vampire after she's been shot about the arrow being dipped in dead man's blood and smiles smugly*
trollprincess: *spends next five minutes trying to remember how to breathe properly again*John: *shoots Luther in the head*
trollprincess: *spends next five minutes trying to remember how to breathe properly again*Conclusion ... John steals my breath away. Or, you know, gives me asthma.
Seriously, I know he's a fuck-up, but my GOD, I love him. I love all of my Winchesters like crazy. I loved that argument and I loved Dean standing up for Sam and can I just say how much I absolutely friggin' ADORED that talk between Sam and John in the hotel room? "I spent it on ammo." *snickers* I was waiting for that part to come up because that was such a very John thing to do with it, so it made me all happy when Sam laughed at it.
Oh, and Dean? If you want to discourage the Wincest, maybe comments like, "I draw the line at necrophilia" should cease. 'Cause, really, at least Sammy's a warm body, is what I'm saying.
Also, "vampires mate for life"? Who's writing that fic? Oh, God, please don't say me, please don't say me ...
The vampires were a pretty cool addition, and I did like the way they tweaked the myth for the show. Um, Luther was kind of hot. Nnngh. Like I really needed that added squee when John was already sending me into fits of rapture.
"Vampires. That never stops being funny." *giggles* Okay, what does it say about me that I am Dean and yet want to throw him against the nearest wall and fuck him senseless? Seriously. That bit with the crossbow? GUH.
That's the coherent reaction, really. The rest is a bunch of squealing.
And that last bit with John saying they were going to hunt this thing together and the boys saying "Yes, sir" in unison?
Oh. Ohhhhhhh.
EDIT: Holy crap, Kevin Smith's in the rerun of Law and Order I turned on at ten! Sweet!
