WHERE DO I BEGIN. SERIOUSLY. WHERE? I don't even know how to fucking articulate all the feelings what I am feeling. I'm sitting here, having just finished this, with my head cocked to the side and my eyes Cas-wide, scrambling around in my head to find words. Unfortunately, all I'm getting is little puffs of happiness from the few neurons I have that didn't flail themselves to death. All I'm probably going to succeed at is making myself look like a yammering dorkus, but still. I'm going to try.
I tried to read this slowly, to savor it. That lasted all of ten seconds. and now, I'm probably losing my HAHAHA, FIRST COMMENT! opportunity because I'm nattering on, butbutbut I CANNOT HELP MYSELF.
I think I'll start with the overall plot summary and author's notes, actually, which sent me into a quasi-fit of excitement. Disney quotes and Cas and Gabriel and a fractured fairy tale and and and and and and I love you forever.
Then, I'll segue to your Gabriel, mister "you could stand to fall a bit." himself. He's achingly perfect, snarky and wonderful and beautiful and everything that made me fall in love with his character in the first place, and the idea of the trickster archangel setting up a trial of True Love for Castiel in order to save him from himself tickles me in so many different ways. So many of them inappropriate.
and Castiel, being all "I knows what I want, but the artifice and the games, I fail at them. and look at me, being all godlike and fucking adorable and embarrassed and making out with an archangel in the middle of the street and having poignant self-realizations and being in such desperate, aching need of guidance and help (and by guidance and help, I clearly mean a few spirited rides on the Good Ship Archangel-cock)."
and sprinkled here and there, amidst the cooking and the kisses and the Gabriel one-liners, are some absolutely incredible insights into the mind of God-Castiel, and our beloved angel's rationale for doing the things he's done. I don't know how you manage to do it, weaving sweet and snarky and sexy and serious together in a way that balances just so and leaves the reader feeling about twelve things at once. I'm just going to crown you Queen Brilliantpants of the Known Universe and be done with it.
I don't know why, but my brain keeps coming back to this section again and again. There is geometry there, a subtle symmetry, visual music -- and there is also a sort of abstract art, a duality of existence that he might never have noticed had he not come to see the world in this way.
Gabriel is wrong. He can never give this power back willingly. It's shown him too much, given him too much beauty.
Something bittersweet nudges him then, a sense that there's something missing from that resolve, that it’s a betrayal in itself.
Other favorite moments and things what I love: (don't mind me, this section is just an excuse for me to read it again)
"Hm. Good question. Well, we do seem to be in the middle of Walt Disney's favorite forest." Gabriel winks at a chipmunk, which runs away, terrified. "I think I'll let you go when you've experienced the Kiss of True Love."
the whole exchange where Gabriel is all "this cooking, it is a lesson" and Castiel is like "SPLAIN. OKAY, IF YOU WILL NOT SPLAIN, GIVE ME KISSING PRACTICE 'CAUSE I'M TOTES BEING SUBTLE"
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Date: 2011-08-08 07:31 pm (UTC)WHERE DO I BEGIN. SERIOUSLY. WHERE?
I don't even know how to fucking articulate all the feelings what I am feeling. I'm sitting here, having just finished this, with my head cocked to the side and my eyes Cas-wide, scrambling around in my head to find words. Unfortunately, all I'm getting is little puffs of happiness from the few neurons I have that didn't flail themselves to death.
All I'm probably going to succeed at is making myself look like a yammering dorkus, but still. I'm going to try.
I tried to read this slowly, to savor it.
That lasted all of ten seconds.
and now, I'm probably losing my HAHAHA, FIRST COMMENT! opportunity because I'm nattering on, butbutbut I CANNOT HELP MYSELF.
I think I'll start with the overall plot summary and author's notes, actually, which sent me into a quasi-fit of excitement. Disney quotes and Cas and Gabriel and a fractured fairy tale and and and and and and I love you forever.
Then, I'll segue to your Gabriel, mister "you could stand to fall a bit." himself. He's achingly perfect, snarky and wonderful and beautiful and everything that made me fall in love with his character in the first place, and the idea of the trickster archangel setting up a trial of True Love for Castiel in order to save him from himself tickles me in so many different ways. So many of them inappropriate.
and Castiel, being all "I knows what I want, but the artifice and the games, I fail at them. and look at me, being all godlike and fucking adorable and embarrassed and making out with an archangel in the middle of the street and having poignant self-realizations and being in such desperate, aching need of guidance and help (and by guidance and help, I clearly mean a few spirited rides on the Good Ship Archangel-cock)."
and sprinkled here and there, amidst the cooking and the kisses and the Gabriel one-liners, are some absolutely incredible insights into the mind of God-Castiel, and our beloved angel's rationale for doing the things he's done.
I don't know how you manage to do it, weaving sweet and snarky and sexy and serious together in a way that balances just so and leaves the reader feeling about twelve things at once. I'm just going to crown you Queen Brilliantpants of the Known Universe and be done with it.
I don't know why, but my brain keeps coming back to this section again and again.
There is geometry there, a subtle symmetry, visual music -- and there is also a sort of abstract art, a duality of existence that he might never have noticed had he not come to see the world in this way.
Gabriel is wrong. He can never give this power back willingly. It's shown him too much, given him too much beauty.
Something bittersweet nudges him then, a sense that there's something missing from that resolve, that it’s a betrayal in itself.
Other favorite moments and things what I love:
(don't mind me, this section is just an excuse for me to read it again)
"Hm. Good question. Well, we do seem to be in the middle of Walt Disney's favorite forest." Gabriel winks at a chipmunk, which runs away, terrified. "I think I'll let you go when you've experienced the Kiss of True Love."
the whole exchange where Gabriel is all "this cooking, it is a lesson" and Castiel is like "SPLAIN. OKAY, IF YOU WILL NOT SPLAIN, GIVE ME KISSING PRACTICE 'CAUSE I'M TOTES BEING SUBTLE"