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Still playing catch-up. Belated Fassbender reviews!

( Haywire )


( Band of Brothers )


I'd initially hoped to post these last week, on the tails of that glorious GQ photo shoot and its accompanying interview, but clearly that did not happen. I think it's still worth noting, however, that this marks the third time MF has graced to the cover of GQ in six months if you count the UK GQ: first | second | third. Not to mention the numerous other magazine covers I don't have links to. We have definitely entered the age of the Fassbender phenomenon.

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Heads up, Newsies fandom, the Refuge is up and running with our (mostly) annual Summer Secret Slash exchange! To participate, sign up here! We welcome any and everyone, whether you're new to the fandom or it's been a while since you hung out with that bunch of singing, dancing slashy newsboys. So long as you're willing and able to write at least 500 words of Newsies fic for a new (or old) friend, we'd love to have you.

Let the summer begin!

Remember those really excited, super annoying epic posts I used to make about SPN? (as opposed to the really annoyed and super annoying posts I've been making lately . . . )

Yeah, this is one of those.

Last week I was all psssssht, I refuse to be impressed but this week I'm exactly as blown away by that cliffhanger as I was convinced I wouldn't be. What a nice feeling. I know I'm late to the party since I didn't get to see the finale until late yesterday, but please bear with me.

( So let's start with the ending. )


( And then there's the flaily fangirl stuff. )


In sum: Thanks for not letting me down, Show. I'll see you again in the fall, and I'm even looking forward to it. *salutes*



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All the way back in March I went to see This Means War with my real life BFF clio21000. We were under no illusions that this movie would be good, but we certainly were not expecting the level of truly terrible it proved to be. Because this write-up* is so late and irrelevant, I was just going to slap it below a couple other Fassbender reviews I have cooking. But it appears my militant animosity for the movie has cooled not at all in the last two months and therefore it warrants its own post.

( Chris Pine you are so hot, but this movie is SO BAD. )


*now with fewer typos!

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So, Supernatural ends on Friday. Note my distinct lack of angst.

This season kind of fell apart on us, didn't it? Once again the storytelling took a nose dive, all tension bled out, and we were left with a big pile of WTF, with a few expositional episodes to salvage the story arc enough to limp toward the next season. Although season 6 was overall, in my opinion, a much bigger train wreck than season 7, at least the final three eps of that season had some oomph to them. SPN of late has been decidedly lackluster. The biggest news on the block is that Dean Winchester got a new leather jacket and sure it's hot, but shouldn't we be invested in -- I dunno -- the fate of the world? Or at least the characters? Apparently when it comes to dramatic tension the writers just can't get it up anymore. ( spoiler-like content under the cut, not that it matters )

There is one thing, however, that I'm genuinely glad to see, even if it's a contributing factor in the lack of drama. It's this: Sam and Dean on the brink of a most dangerous mission, both whole and functioning, wishing each other luck and as much brotherly love as they can manfully muster in as few words possible. For the first time since season 1 neither one of them is dying, crazy, or preparing to sacrifice himself as we head into the season finale. It's like they are finally equals, and have maybe figured out this teamwork thing. This makes my heart glad. And from the look of things, it pleases Cas too.

Due to prior commitments, I won't actually get to see the finale episode when it airs. I think I've decided to stay as spoiler-free as possible until I get to watch it. This may prove impossible but I want to at least try to build up some anticipation for myself.

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. . . to a lot of things, really, but right now, specifically, to this:

But what women really want from Michael Fassbender’s gigantic talent and terrific looks is a little less art house/indie, fewer robots/mutants/warriors, and more big, swoony, fabulous love stories.

THE FUCK WE DO.

What I love about Michael Fassbender as an actor is PRECISELY that he is in those indie films and plays robots and mutants and warriors. I want to watch those movies and I want to watch gigantic talent and terrific looks in them. For all that I poke fun, I admire Fassbender for taking the sinister, morally sketchy, kinky, thinky, difficult roles. I admire anyone who sits with difficulty and acknowledges complexity, and especially someone who tries to translate the importance of those things to others.

AND WHO THINKS WOMEN ONLY WANT SWOONY LOVE STORIES?

Okay, so we read the swoony fanfic love stories. But they are swoony love stories based on other stories, often stories that are dark and hurty or big and adventurous or decidedly not romantic (or, at least, not romantic between the characters we then assign romance to). I object to this stereotype. I object to the gendered use of the word "fabulous." I object to the idea of cramming Michael.Fucking.Fassbender. into a schmoopy romantic movie. (You guys, Jane Eyre. Seriously. It wasn't actually good. And I still argue it's not the dreamy love story they want you to believe it is, and I object to that, too, because Rochester is a dick, but whatever.) It's base and annoying and INCORRECT to assert that girls want love stories instead of sword-and-sandal flicks or compelling sci-fi or art house dramas.

So I object. And I will objectify what men I want to, in the media genres I want to, in the stories I find compelling. And THEN I will read the fanfic about their falling into big, swoony, fabulous love stories and having imaginary hot, hot sex with each other. In that order. Get it right or pay the price, Vogue.

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This is it, folks. The paper goes live this weekend.

After it's all over, I will do two things. (1) Post the paper here in a locked entry and (2) try to dream up responses to this meme:

Give me one of my stories (most easily found here), and a timestamp sometime in the future (after the end of the story), or sometime in the past (before the story started), and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.

Drop me a comment if you want to be privy to either, or both.

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The bookish boy is now a doctor!

Wow.


Just, wow.

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Do you like books? Do you like receiving mail?

( Do you want any of these? )

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Do you remember the game Hungry Hungry Hippos? Do you know who Katniss Everdeen is? If so, then this shirt's for you.


You've seen this, right?

Am STUPID EXCITED for Prometheus. Nothing triggers the sci-fi geek fangirl in me like the promise of a dark and thoughty space story that features aliens and asks what it all meeeeaaannnnssss. Fassbender's presence is just a (big) bonus. Ten bucks says he's a bad guy.


And then there's this. Part of me is glad I've been too hellishly stressed and busy this week to worry about Castiel's return. Part of me feel entirely unprepared. On the count of three, group cling. Ready? One . . . two . . .

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Tonight's post (I've been planning one all day) was supposed to be a lark. Just a funny listing of all the media I've engaged over the last few weeks with a smattering of SPN anticipation as a way of saying, hi fandom, how's it going?

Instead, I just watched Hunger.

It wasn't what I expected. It was better. ( read more . . .  )


Coming soon: a review of This Means War and the inevitable emotional redux of Castiel's return to SPN.

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I've been thinking a lot about Supernatural this week. About things that disappoint me as a fan, as a media consumer, and as a Dean/Cas shipper. And I've come up with a list. Kind of an end-of-season-7 wish list.

Five Things I Want That the Show Won't Give Me

( aka stuff I'd shove into fic if I had time )


One more thing I want, totally (mostly) unrelated? I want a fanvid set to "Half-Boyfriend" by Jay Brannan( because of REASONS ) It's soppy and slow and has a damn violin part but I make no apologies. P.S. Can upload real version of song for you if you want it, but given that he's not a big-name artist, I do recommend supporting Jay on iTunes!

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Actually, I dumped my netbook on my tea, but that's kind of a long story about physics no one really wants to hear. What you need to know is that netbook keyboard + tea = not okay.

So, many tears, lots of lip biting, a few phone calls, some soul searching, and a trip to the mall later, and I'm now posting to you from a brand new MacBook Air.

Is it weird to be emotionally exhausted by purchasing a new computer?

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Title: Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives (3/3)
Pairing(s): Dean/Cas
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: none to speak of
Warnings: gratuitous cooking, kitchen!smut, kinda crack
Word Count: 15,000 total
Disclaimer: Fic is for fun, not for profit. Supernatural belongs to CW and Kripke and crew.
Notes: Written because nefariousginger said, "Cas spends an inordinate amount of time in kitchens . . . it's kind of hot," and then happened to request kitchen!smut for her birthday. Story akes place after season 5, in a world where the almost-apocalypse ended alright for everybody, and it ignores absolutely everything after that.

Summary: After the apocalypse, Dean's living with Lisa and earning his keep by cooking dinner. Cas likes that Dean can cook. Dean likes Cas's company. But they could use a little alone time, and Dean has a lot to learn about what the rest of his life really means.


( Cas does his half laugh thing and the fact that it makes Dean ache in his actual bones makes him kinda believe that dorky thing Sam said about absence and hearts growing fonder, or whatever. )

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