i'm just hoping for a middling episode at this point. if i had to point to one plot thing that opened the door to so much of the nonsense of later seasons, it's the whole men of letters concept. like a neverending excuse to make up new magic, monsters, good guys, bad guys. i like that it gave them a home, but i really don't enjoy that set. it's so sterile and meh. wish they had a crusty weird house packed with shit, like bobby's place. anyway. long held irritation over mol. and the british men of letters storyline is like all those things i hate x1000. i see how they're kind of working ketch like crowley, what side is he working for, loyal to himself in the end, etc. but i just can't give a flying fuck about ketch because of the infuriating b!mol arc. and mark sheppard had years to work into that role and for them to develop it. meh!
tentacle monster coming through the nexus with the beautiful young flapper lady is chained to the table...... ok....
also where did those randos get archangel grace in the 20s
dean, come collect your man, he's drooling on the books again.
by collect, i did not mean put "kick me" sticky notes on him -_-
well that little research montage sequence was cute. is the "jinkies" thing to tease sam about velma kissing him? or just general acknowledgement that the scooby episode did actually happen -_-
spn s13e17 key to chapterhouse / hannibal s3e6 reunited in the uffizi / the magicians s3e5 key to fillory clock door
so two things that jumped out at me about this scene. first, it just had a little more atmosphere and pretty for pretty's sake with the crumbled leaves falling through the shaft of light - which all kind of hit the magicians buttons for me. and secondly, the music... (this is a lennertz episode) it has brief shades of bloodfest (the music used in That Scene in hannibal s2e13 mizumono and kind of became will and hannibal's big emotion music) which automatically makes the spn music hit all sorts of emotional buttons that it didn't earn. now i think they've used that sound before, but combined with the scene and the atmosphere which is so often lacking in the later seasons, it really hit for me. (totally cried just getting that small clip from hannibal with the music, think bryan fuller said something about this piece of music resonates at the frequency of his tear ducts)
i have posted a lot about the musical score in hannibal - here's my masterpost :S ok one more thing about that piece, an essay by kate schau talking about brian reitzell's score in hannibal:
In a 2014 interview with Vulture, Reitzell describes it as “musically, probably the crown jewel of the whole season.” While most of Reitzell’s work for the score is predominantly sparse and percussive, “Bloodfest” adopts a more tonal, texturally dense approach. As a nod to The Silence of the Lambs’ association of Bach’s Goldberg Variations with Hannibal the Cannibal’s violent impulses, “Bloodfest” takes its well-known opening aria and slows it down by a factor of twenty; here it also undergoes pervasive electronic distortion. The resulting work is beautiful, haunting, and utterly essential to the atmosphere of the scene. The syrupy-slow melody of the aria gives it the trancelike quality of meditation, but none of the objectivity; like a premonition of heartbreak, it seems to operate in a temporally detached space of reminiscence where emotion is both immediate and far away.
i often bemoan the show that could have been with a different composer at the helm, but will add to the list if they could have kept the look and feel dark gritty messy aesthetics of the early seasons. so much of the later seasons is just too bright, too saturated, too sterile. sucks the vibes right out. it's sad.
um ok. asmodeus is juicin with archangel grace.
i mean just. we're really going with hentai tentacles
i don't care how many times they do it, i love it every time. never gets old
ok. tentacle monster is a god, sure
SAM
Dean.
OPHELIA
If she fed on him, he would be here.
SAM
So what, then?
MARCO
It’s like we said, if she’s not feeding, she’s breeding.
so ketch is gonna bring gabriel to the boys, how convenient
sigh ok. better than a woman in possibly-sexual-peril i guess
DEAN
Oh my God. That's tragic. It's like a Hallmark movie. But with tentacles.
good one, dean-o
YOKOTH
I like you, Dean. You’re strong. And I enjoy looking at your face.
it's a good face, can't argue with that
SAM
So, that’s why we came. I mean we--we--we--need the Seal to get our family back.
DEAN
If it could take us somewhere other than, uh, tentacle porn land -- not that there’s anything wrong with that.
being that sam outed your "animated japanese erotica" hobby to jody in 12x06, we know, dean. we know
(this is my periodic attempt to remember where cas is and failing. why)
KETCH
Was working for. But when he finds out that I stole his prize milk cow, well, I imagine he will hunt me to the ends of the earth. So...this is the only safe place I know.
SAM
What? Do you think you’re gonna just move in?
KETCH
Dibs on the top bunk?
SAM
No.
DEAN (speaking at the same time as Sam)
Deal.
SAM
What?
DEAN
I don’t know what the hell’s going on here. But if this helps us get Mom back, helps us get Jack back, then...sure. Whatever you want.
okie dokie. also convenient taking the moral quandary of extracting more of gabriel's grace for the spell, ketch just had it bottled up from asmodeus's stash
SAM
Fine? So you want Ketch to go and not me?
DEAN
I don’t care if he dies. Hell, I’m kinda rooting for it.
SAM
Still, you can’t --
DEAN
No, I have to. It takes something that’s been over there to open up the right door, so that’s either you or me. So I’m gonna go. And if something happens to me, if -- if-- if time runs out, then I need you to come and save me, and save Mom, and save whoever else, okay?
SAM
It’s safer if we go together.
DEAN
Oh, there’s no such thing as safer over there. You know that. I know you don’t like this, okay? I don’t expect you to. This is the way it’s gonna be.
sammy gettin a little jealous there. railroading sam on a decision like this feels like poking the bear. poking that giant little brother you don't get to make decisions for me bear. but i do at least appreciate that dean actually explains that a) he would worry about sam dying, unlike ketch and b) that sam can come save him if it goes sideways if they're not both there. script had dean saying please. guess they decided no please was necessary
sam looking sad/resigned, dean looking determined, gabriel suffering in the background
i asked for middling, i think that mostly qualified
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/mNOhDVM
by MAzY_1screamer11
His entire body shiverd, his face was damp, as was his hair. He could still taste the sick in his mouth and could feel the bile coming up his through. He wanted help. But who cares about him that much
A gut wrenching cry escaped his lips and he threw up more and then it all went black...
Words: 1132, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Gabriel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural)
Relationships: Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Castiel & Gabriel (Supernatural), Castiel/Dean Winchester
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Implied Relationships, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy Cuddles, Protective Gabriel (Supernatural), Post-Episode: s13e18 Bring 'em Back Alive (Supernatural), Post-Episode: s13e17 The Thing (Supernatural), Gabriel Angst (Supernatural), Castiel and Gabriel are Siblings (Supernatural), Gabriel Has PTSD (Supernatural), Sam Winchester Has Nightmares, Gabriel Has a Crush on Sam Winchester, Sam Winchester Has a Crush on Gabriel
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/mNOhDVM
The ongoing joke about pandering to the BTS army was super jarring and kinda creepy. It was crossing over into the real world in just like a really weird way. I haven't seen any of the other episodes in the season yet so maybe they made jokes about them in another episode?? Like this episode came out so long after the fandom was really crazy so like the critique seemed weird at this point.
I actually really liked the song at the end. The rest of the episode was pretty bland.
A dolgok szétesnek, a tojáshely soha többet nem áll össze ahogy a betört ablakuveg sem. Ez a termodinamika második törvénye és mellesleg az élet. A dolgok ritkán állnak össze de folyton széthullanak... Minden darabokra hullik egyszer. Még mi is. Ez a törvény. Mert sajnos ilyenek vagyunk. És ezzel muszáj szembenéznünk de próbáljuk késleltetni ameddig csak lehet.
For @archangelgabriellives‘s prompt: How about something fluffy to sooth our tattered Gabriel souls. Like, give him some chocolate or something
Word count: 1291
Ao3 link
Sam finally let himself sit on the chair next to the bed, taking a breath. There was nothing left to do now but wait and hope- hope that Gabriel would be alright, hope that Dean would return, hope that Jack and Mom would be okay-
Sam had already done all he could, on all fronts. Gabriel sat against the wall, curled up, though he still kept Sam in his sights, lest the hunter make any sudden moves. But the stitches were off his face, and he had been bathed and wrapped in a fluffy robe, and, though Sam had joked about the dead man who had once worn it, Gabriel didn’t seem to care as he rubbed his fingers against the fabric.
But even through all that, he still hadn’t spoken. Whimpered, once or twice, if Sam accidentally moved too quick or pressed a clean cloth against the wounds. He’d made a near pornographic noise at the heat of the bath, but there had been no words in that as he sank down into the bubbles. Only silence as Sam had washed hair and skin, draining and refilling the water three times before the archangel had been cleansed. Even now, though he was slightly more relaxed as he tugged the robe tight around himself, he wasn’t speaking.
It felt unnatural, feeling the archangel’s gaze without hearing that voice. Even after all these years, that was what Sam remembered- Gabriel’s voice. Even when the amber eyes faded from his dreams or the bouncing step dissipated from his memory, the voice remained, and now, even that was gone.
The gaze prickled against Sam’s skin, and he hesitated a moment, before breaking the silence himself. “You want anything?” he asked. “Food, more water? Whatever you need.”
There was no answer, though Gabriel blinked- whether that was simply a reflex against dust or was a response, Sam wasn’t sure.
He hesitated, and continued talking, trying to fill the silence. “I’m so sorry,” he added. “About all this… I should have known you weren’t really gone…I just… I saw the wings burned into the ground, and I assumed…” He trailed off. This wasn’t working, and Gabriel was still watching him. It wasn’t so much a stare now- it had dulled into more of a lazy observance.
Sam hesitated, then stood, and too late he remembered to warn Gabriel about the movement, because the archangel flinched, back on high alert. “Sorry, sorry,” he said, holding up his hands. “I just thought I’d grab the HDMI cable and the laptop… for Netflix. Um, they stream TV shows now… I don’t remember what year they started, but-”
Gabriel made a noise at him that was little more than a huff of air. Sam froze, blinking, but when Gabriel added nothing else to the expression, he nodded. “Right… I’ll be back in a minute.”
He felt eyes follow him all the way out the door, and he bit his lip. Gabriel was not in good shape, but he wasn’t terrified anymore… at least, Sam hoped. He was relaxing a bit, Sam thought, but he didn’t want to push Gabriel quicker than he could go. He had been through a trauma, and there was no easy fix for that. Hell, Sam knew that better than anybody.
Laptop and cable in hand, Sam headed back towards the bedroom, only to hesitate and loop back to the kitchen. They didn’t have much by means of victuals, the grocery store falling low on their list of priorities, but when he combed through the kitchen, he was able to come up with half a bag of M&Ms, some discount Easter candy, and a package of strawberries. He hesitated, then scooped up all the food items along with the laptop and cord, and returned to the bedroom.
Gabriel moved suddenly when Sam reentered, settling back and shifting his gaze to the wall. Sam pretended he didn’t notice that Gabriel had been staring at the door and dumped the foodstuff on the bed stand before moving to plug in the computer.
“Okay,” he said, looking back. “What do you want to watch?”
Gabriel tilted his head, gaze moving from the food to Sam, and half shrugged.
Inwardly, Sam rejoiced, and he had to fight to keep from grinning. A shrug- that was a response. There was no mistaking that for an accidental movement. “C’mon, dude,” he said, slowly sitting on the end of the bed, making sure that Gabriel could see each movement before it happened. “I know you like TV… you made that one kind of obvious.”
Gabriel was still quiet, though his eyes flicked once between Sam and the M&Ms.
“Those are for you,” Sam added, nodding. “I mean, originally they were Dean’s, but I think you need them more. Have as much as you like. But if you don’t pick a show, we’re watching a documentary, got it?”
And there was another response, this time a wince, and for a split second, Sam thought that he’d pushed too hard, that he’d accidentally triggered Gabriel-
But no, there was no emotion behind the wince except for a disgusted wrinkling of his nose, and this time, Sam did grin. “You don’t like documentaries, huh? What do you like then?” He hesitated. “Please don’t say you’re into that dumb Doctor McDreamy show that Dean secretly watches. I thought you just put us in that for him.”
Gabriel’s eyes narrowed slightly, and this time, he went for the M&Ms- only to throw one at Sam. It bounced off his shoulder and onto the floor, and Sam’s eyes went wide- that tiny act of rebellion was the first real sign of life that he’d seen from Gabriel since he’d shown up.
“It’s still on?” It was a whisper, barely more than a breath, and if all of Sam’s attention wasn’t trained on Gabriel, he would have missed it.
Sam couldn’t stop his own beaming now, though he was careful to not jump up in celebration. He didn’t want to throw Gabriel backwards, back into that state of terror. “Unfortunately,” he said, and turned to the laptop to scroll down to Dr. Sexy, MD. “What season did you leave off on?” He glanced up, perfectly willing to accept vocals or just a number of fingers held up.
But Gabriel shook his head, tugging the robe tighter around himself. “The beginning,” he whispered, in a tone just as weak as the first time. “You need-” He broke off in a dry cough, and Sam was there a moment later, with the already half-drunk bottle of water. Gabriel took it, finishing it, before breathing a moment. “You need to see the whole thing,” he murmured, and this time, instead of a simple whisper, there was a ghost of his voice in the words as well.
Sam blinked. “I don’t know if-”
Another M&M bounced off his chest.
Sam sighed, but relented, starting the show from the beginning and setting the laptop on the dresser beside the TV. He made a move back towards the chair, but hesitated at a noise from the bed.
Gabriel was eyeing him, and again, he patted the mattress beside him. Sam hesitated, then gingerly sat beside the archangel, stretching his legs out on the mattress, careful to keep space between them.
Gabriel didn’t particularly care for that space, balancing the bag of M&Ms on Sam’s thigh and leaning his head on Sam’s chest. When Sam didn’t immediately comply, he physically picked up the hunter’s arm to move it around his body. Sam snorted, but allowed it, inwardly laughing in celebration. Gabriel was okay- hurt, maybe, but he would be fine.
“Shut up.” Gabriel’s lips ghosted against Sam’s ear when he spoke. “Stop thinking about me and watch.”