Writing From the Inside

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Everybody Loves a Clown” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

An excerpt:

“It’s lovely, as well, to see the boys bathed in this golden afternoon. Their hair is lit up by an aureole of light, their skin, pale from lack of exposure to the sun, glows like warm marble. You can see eyelashes, and freckles, golden specks in green eyes, it’s like a cornucopia of small details that we usually don’t get to see because for SOME reason, every where they go, it’s rainy and cloudy. Who knows how long they walk but they don’t seem to think anything of it, they just walk, the way you imagined people used to do before cars became everyday objects. Plus, it amazes me the things that they are not carrying. I know they travel light, but all they have is two duffels and one backpack. That’s their whole lives, everything they need, right there. Yeah, sure, there’s more stuff back in the Impala (or perhaps in boxes at Bobby’s place), but if they traveled any lighter, all they’d have between them was a paper bag with two toothbrushes in it.”

Pics:

 Bright Sam

Doesn’t want regular

Hurting

Not dealing with it

Worry

Not getting the message across

Major dither

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “No Rest for the Wicked” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

An excerpt:

The scene where Dean gets Sammy singing was priceless. I got the feeling that when Dean’s alone in the car, he sings rather a lot. I can see him rolling all the windows down, cranking the radio all the way up, and singing at the top of his beautiful, musically talented lungs. So, to cheer Sam up, because that’s what big brothers do, he starts off rather like Sister Maria does with the Von Trapp Family Singers: he encourages by demonstration and then brings Sam into the fun. (The whole “Bon Jovi rocks…sometimes,” line is sure to become a classic.) Sam, alas, can kill vampire men much better than he can sing, but his enthusiasm and joy make that okay. Plus, it was one of those Winchester moments you wish you could lock in a golden box forever, because in between the woe and strife and the never-ending angst, there are these bits of good times, stops for coffee and pie, an excellent sunset as they drive across the flat highways of the plains, or even the quiet joy of stretching out on a real bed after sleeping in the car for three days – because the Winchester’s lives are not all on the screen, you know. Lots of it is off screen, and it’s tidbits like these that give me the flavor of that.

Eyelashes

Discussing it

Pissed off Sammy

Serious Dean

We Don’t Always Get What We Want

 Whumpage

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Time Is On My Side” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

An excerpt:

Dean visits Rufus Turner, an isolated, solitary hunter with a taste for Johnny Walker Blue. I think this was one of my favorite scenes for this ep, in spite of the introduction of a character I was sure was going to get whacked before the last set of commercials. Rufus had a way about him that, combined with his velvet voice and his audacity to call Dean “kid,” had me listening to him intently. I had a feeling he knew what Dean was about from the get go because his ability to create drama and then heighten that drama by flapping Bella’s folder in front of Dean had all the earmarks of a master storyteller. And Dean, as well, was adorable when riveted like that, taking in the knowledge that Rufus is giving him. (That they’re both half-drunk by this time adds to the charm. Plus Rufus called Bella a “skinny, stuck up, English girl.” You GO, Rufus!)

Getting the file

Catching Sam in a lie

Getting caught lying

Goodbye Dean

It must be Thursday

Getting the facts

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Long Distance Call” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

An excerpt:

However, Wardrobe needs to realize that Sam is now a strapping tall lad with pecs out to there and shoulders as wide as an axe handle. We’ve seen the pictures. He can pound nails with his neck. He can decapitate a vampire man with a piece of wire and his bare hands. To pretend otherwise is to attempt to ignore the changes that Sam has gone through. To expect the audience to ignore the changes as well is to do us a disservice. We’re not blind. Oh, we’d happily go blind staring at Sam’s physique, yes indeed. But we’re not blind. (Plus, if Show wants Sam to look young and harmless? Then they need to bring back The Bangs. Get Makeup involved and check out pics of Season One. Now there, you got you some classic Samhair. With bangs.)

 Faithful unto death

Hands in pockets

I’m in love with my car

Motel room dither

On the phone to The Dad

Talking

Dangerous