I don't see why people think drinking the blood
couldn't
affect Sam in the long term somehow. Obviously not everything we eat is excreted without regard--some of it will affect our cells forever. And that's before you get to the paranormal. Just think of eating things that are bad for you. Or, you know, radioactive.
Verdict on the Casablanca AU: Rad idea, better than the actual writing. The language gets florid from time to time, especially at the end, but I liked the story and most of the characterisation. The melding of canon and AU was pretty damned interesting.
I was hoping for more . . .
tone . . .
from the Casablanca AU. Then again, I actually hated Casablanca. But that's more the failing of hearing the hype.
And I felt cheated on the initial deconstruction of
the existing friendship between Dean and Victor.
Oh, god, I'm glad it didn't go for Casablanca style. I don't think the author had the chops for that. The attempts at major emotion were the weakest parts of the story.
I liked the actual
Dean/Victor friendship,
but I do think the reveal was a bit rushed. But I was sold on it. And I liked the Victor voice throughout.
And, call me cheap, but I adored the epilogue.
I was sold on the
Victor/Dean friendship
but I wish we'd seen it rather been told about it right before it fell
briefly
apart.
The epilogue was excellent, even if narratively random within the scope of the fic.
I think the author let
Jus In Bello
do too much of the work for her with respect to establishing that primary relationship.
I have to admit, I was slow in working out what
the Resistance was resisting, and the Meg thing.
I should have worked it out before the
Colt
was mentioned.
The epilogue was total pandering, but, you know, to me. So I'm good with that.
Oh, Texts From Last Night. Handy in so many applications.
I just read my first angelically lubricated anal sex scene. I'm a little stunned by how completely disgusting I find the idea, and how completely it ruined the scene. Yeargh. I'd never really thought about it. He said he could "make it like a woman down there" or something like that. Gnyargh.
Angelically lubricated? Like ... magic lube?
He had a magic asshole. Which...you know...the language made it sound like a rectal mangina, which is just a world of disgusting.
That's supposed to fix gay panic? Srsly?
