You had to be there*

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First off, Livejournal is being a cold unresponsive little bitch today. Is it me, baby? We used to be so good together. Why aren't you loading your pages like you used to?

Secondly, my neighbour is playing really loud techno. Thankfully, it's not the same song over and over again (which he's done). Unfortunately, it's been going on for some two hours now and is really annoying. My roommate and I have this theory - based on totally judging people by their appearance and small bits of behaviour as espied from the balcony** - that he likes to celebrate the purchase of certain non-medicinal drugs by trancing out to techno, so we basically only get the noise when he's gotten lucky and has money. Omg plz be shutting up now.

Thirdly, the one thing that I'd been meaning to post about for days, I forget to post about when next I post. The fail, it burns. The thing I meant to blog about? The Jus In Bello Convention.

Please consider the following:

1) It was a Supernatural convention
2) It was in Rome.
3) It was from the 2nd to the 4th of April

Add to that:

1) I am a Supernatural fan
2) I was in Rome.
3) I was in Rome during those dates

What do you get?

Nothing.

Why? Because I didn't attend. The Con. For Show. In Rome. When I was there. This upsets me. Photos of Jensen at the Colliseo? Fuck me! I could've walked to the bloody Colliseo! Misha went to Ostia Antica? We bloody well went there! (Well, no, but we went next door, basically, because we'd arrived too late to really make a day of Ostia Antica.) Fuck! I just never did the math well enough to realize that it would have been possible - same place, same time - because those things' tickets are supposedly bloody expensive and need to be bought well in advance. Nevermind the folks on dean_sam selling tickets last minute. Gold platter, guys! The opportunity was handed to me on a gold freaking platter and I never even turned around to look! Argh!


Meme - 30 Days - Day 22 → A website ursulav's Red Wombat Studio, a subset of Metal and Magic. Too much win. I love her work - the art, the blurbs, the writing, the comics... ♥

Previously:

Day 01 → Your favorite song
Day 02 → Your favorite movie
Day 03 → Your favorite television program
Day 04 → Your favorite book
Day 05 → Your favorite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy - GIFs
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy - Nature is awesome!
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy - My irrational fears, let me show you them.
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe

Coming Soon

Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy


* Common expression
** Skinny, scary tattooed man acting erratically! It's the first theory we came up with. That doesn't mean it's right, though.

Comments

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Wut? Complains, about Sam? Can't be, Adri.

Who will Sam angst at if not Dean? They're each others sole support system, for God's sake, and if one of them falls down, the other one inevitably will follow. So I find it more than understandable that Sam is cracking also, when Dean is so obviously pondering saying yes and pretty much being all "Fuck it all! I'm outta here, bitches!"

About Woman With Boy and Said Boy – we've already seen in Dream A Little Dream Of Me that the things Dean longs and hopes for in the deepest of his subconscious are exactly the same as Sam’s. I don't quite understand how people are always overlooking that every single fucking time when accusing the Evil Boy King. The only difference between Sam and Dean is that Sam actually was aware enough to be able to recognize these feelings, whereas Dean never could allow himself to, or maybe thought he couldn’t allow himself to. Dammit, Sam wanted to be a lawyer! What do lawyers do? Help innocent people. Kick the criminals’ asses. Sound familiar, fandom? No? Dean does the fucking exact same thing, merely on a different level, dammit! I’m not sure that even Dean is aware of that parallelism, though – it has never been acknowledged, anyway – so I’m not surprised that many people in fandom haven’t either, thus exploding into random bouts of Sam, the bastard! Strip him and flay him alive! (Which sounds vaguely kinky, but this is for another time, I believe.)

Also, how is it so far-fetched that Sam would want to get out of their situation at that time, in his youth? Sure, John and Sam fought all the time, all right, but I still believe they also loved each other very much, to a fault, which we know is rather a family trait that every Winchester has shared or shares. There was more to that than that, I believe. The lack of stability, exempli gratia. Always being on the run, in danger; never staying at a place long enough to make one decent acquaintance, much less friend; having to hunt things, kill things, face things so few can even imagine; having to patch up wounds in motel rooms, pace in hospitals, or perhaps even wonder whether one soon might be the only Winchester left. How did Sam and Dean even come out of that as mentally sound adults? I mean, seriously – before the whole ordeal with the YED and, later on, Dean’s deal, they were doing pretty much okay, weren’t they? It’s an honest to God miracle one of them hasn’t just snapped in their youth, including the frothing mouth and a taste of SAW IV.

So, Sam’s departure to Stanford? Seems a very understandable reaction to me, even a ridiculously minor one, and one that had to have been building for years. No way Dean, even John, wouldn't have seen it coming. How could anyone not understand Sam? Seriously. When at times I get so fucking annoyed with my parents that I want nothing more than to get away from them for a good whole while – and I do believe many young people feel that way, a lot of the time – when that little (compared to Dean and Sam) is enough to get us completely worked up, how – how – could anyone not sympathise with Sam?!

DO NOT GET IT.

(Sorry, darling! I'm always having a fit over people dissing Sam.)

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WORD. What you said. *nods*