“South Vietnam 1967: Bennie Joe Tate ‘cooking’ lunch with C-4 plastic explosive as Rick Jeanette sits right beside him doing some foot care. That’s life in the ‘boonies’ under hostile conditions.” - Joe Hare, 28th Infantry Regiment, USA
Donation fic request: foodie verse, steve/tony and Chicago deep dish pizza. Or whatever you feel like writing, its all good fun.
So I missed the “Stony” the first time around, and thus it is not the focus of the fic, but the Chicago Style Pizza part is very in evidence! :D
“Okay, but…what is it?” Steve asked, studying the object on the table curiously. The waiter, with a warning look, slid a pie server underneath a slice and lifted it out. Cheese dangled everywhere.
“It’s Chicago-style pizza,” Tony said, holding up his plate to be served.
“That’s not pizza,” Steve replied.
“Chicago style,” Tony emphasized.
“That’s not pizza,” Steve repeated.
“You’re adorable,” Tony told him, and Clint made a gagging noise.
“I lived next door to Italians. I served in Italy. I know American pizza doesn’t look like Italian pizza but this doesn’t look like any pizza I have ever seen anywh – why is it like that,” he asked, as another slice was lifted and basically drizzled onto his plate.
“Because it is delicious,” Natasha said, stealing a forkful of cheese from Tony’s pizza. He made to stab her with his fork, then thought better of it.
Steve picked up a fork and carefully separated the crust from the back of the slice. The cheese, incongruously given its earlier runniness, stayed stiff.
“If you’re chicken, I’ll eat your slice,” Bruce offered. Steve turned his glare on him.
“I’m not chicken, I ate c-rations,” Steve said. “I ate sausages made before the FDA existed. Are we sure the FDA has cleared this?”
Thor had already eaten his entire slice. He’d apparently twirled it around his fork and unhinged his jaw somehow. He was eyeballing Steve’s with intent.
“Look, we came all the way to Chicago to punch bad guys,” Clint said. “We might as well enjoy the local delicacies.”
“It’s okay,” Tony said. “I thought this might happen. I got you something else, Steve.”
The waiter, who had briefly vanished, returned with a pile of palm-sized, golden half-circles, gleaming with melted butter.
“Potato-cheese pierogies,” he announced, and deposited them at Steve’s elbow. Steve looked at the golden-brown pierogie crust, broke off a corner, and tasted it. Then, without speaking, he dumped half the platter of them onto his plate.
“Are you going to eat that?” Thor asked, pointing to his slice. Tony was battling off Natasha’s forays into his pizza.
“No, go for it,” Steve said, mouth already full of pierogie. “Now THIS is a delicacy,” he added to Clint, as Thor transferred the slice to his plate.
Cher journal, je voulais voter Hamon mais j'ai finalement voté Mélenchon dans le cadre d'une logique non-logique. Maintenant, je vais me forcer à voter Macron dans le cadre d'un "front républican tout pourri". CE QUE JE VEUX c'est une double ration de frites. (Message incohérent du désespoir)
‘Boy, you sure get offered some shitty choices,’ a Marine once said to me, and I couldn’t help but feel that what he really meant was that you didn’t get offered any at all. Specifically, he was just talking about a couple of C-ration cans, 'dinner,’ but considering his young life you couldn’t blame him for thinking that if he knew one thing for sure, it was that there was no one anywhere who cared less about what he wanted. There wasn’t anybody he wanted to thank for his food, but he was grateful that he was still alive to eat it, that the mother-fucker hadn’t scared him up first. He hadn’t been anything but tired and scared for six months and he’d lost a lot, mostly people, and seen far too much, but he was breathing in and breathing out, some kind of choice all by itself.
7.11: Dean goes Beautiful Mind over the numbers Bobby gave him on his death bed.
Bobby’s phone rings, and it’s a girl calling for his help, while Dean’s desperate to hear back from Frank about the numbers. Dean argues with Sam that they should focus on what Bobby spent his dying breath trying to tell them, but Sam argues that they should help the girl who’d reached out to Bobby and help her (because that’s what Bobby would’ve done). So they split up.
I love this, because Bobby wouldn’t have been able to cover both of these problems as just one person, but Sam and Dean can, because they are TWO people– just like the vetalas in this episode. They’re so successful as monsters because most hunters expect them to be ONE monster, when they actually work in PAIRS. Right down to the end scene where Sam and Lee are tied up in a situation where the vetalas would’ve killed Lee with one more bite, but Sam goaded them into biting him first. TWO IS BETTER THAN ONE. Even when Dean barged in to save them and tried to leave Krissy behind where it was safe, she escaped and came to join the fight anyway– again proving that two is better than one.
And heck, if three ain’t better than two… after 12.19 it’s all Go Team Free Will.
(Dean shows up at Frank’s, Frank wants Dean to prove he’s not a Leviathan so Dean cuts his arm and then hands the knife to Frank, because fair’s fair, douchebag. So basically Dean and Frank become blood brothers. I don’t make the rules)
DEAN: I’m glad we could share that together.
(see? Even Dean thinks so)
DEAN: Wait – Dick’s got people watching you? FRANK: Do I look like I know? You think it’s easy to see this deep into what’s real and also be bipolar with delusional ideation? There is no pill for my situation, sweetiepop, so, yeah, best guess – the bigmouths are onto me. Next question.
(there’s a reason I really like Frank)
Dean finally gets some sleep at Frank’s Paranoia Caravan (I guess he feels safe enough, trusting in Frank’s security measures to finally nod off for a bit), but misses Sam’s call about the monster Krissy’s dad was hunting and asking him for help.
SAM (on phone): Dean, hey. So I think this guy was hunting a Vetala. Um, Dad took one down back in the day. Silver knife to the heart, twist, they’re done. He says they’re maladjusted loner types – like to knock a guy out, drag him home, feed slow. So, if Krissy’s dad got grabbed, there’s a chance he might still be alive. Be nice to get this girl’s dad back home to her, you know? All right, I could use your help. Call me.
(see my note at the top about working better in pairs, rather than “maladjusted loner types.”)
Meanwhile Dean sleeps 36 hours, and wakes up to Frank pointing out the Cas-coded (tan trench, buttoned up, dark hair) leviathan in a field:
Dean finally gets Sam’s message and knows Sam is working from bad information, because apparently John never updated his journal with the new info Dean had learned about vetalas hunting in pairs.
FRANK: Okay, then, fine. Do what I did. DEAN: What? Go native? Stock up on C-rations? FRANK: No, cupcake. What I did when I was 26 and came home to find my wife and two kids gutted on the floor. Decide to be fine till the end of the week. Make yourself smile because you’re alive and that’s your job. Then do it again the next week. DEAN: So fake it? FRANK: I call it being professional. Do it right, with a smile, or don’t do it.
Dean tries to keep Krissy out of it, because Sam had mentioned she didn’t seem to know what her dad really did for a living… but she absolutely KNEW everything about hunting…
DEAN: Vetalas usually hunt in pairs. Sam and your dad both assumed it was one thing hunting solo. KRISSY: Why’d they think that? DEAN: Because they had the wrong info. Or, best available. Our dad took down a loner years ago. Sam has his journal. Your dad must’ve been going on the same facts. KRISSY: And you know different ‘cause…? DEAN: Because I hunted one that turned out to be two a couple years back. KRISSY: And you never told Sam? Wow, thanks. How 'bout sharing that with the rest of the class so we don’t all get killed?
And there it is. Dean had critical yet otherwise apparently unknown info, and he never bothered to even write it down, let alone “sharing it with the class.” Hunters coming together, pooling their info and resources, like the next level version of the Bobby and Rufus Hunter Switchboard Service. I think this is very much a part of where the MoL storyline is leading Sam and Dean (and all the other hunters that are being targeted by the MoL now). They might come together out of a need for survival, to share info and pool their resources, but maybe that will survive the end of the MoL and inspire them all to launch something better to help hunters be better at what they do…
So Lee and Krissy get to retire for a while until a twisted hunter drags Krissy back in, but meanwhile Sam and Dean get to drive away thinking they actually earned a win here. Even so, Dean pastes on the absolute WORST smile I have ever seen on him as they’re leaving, listening to “Dear Mr. Fantasy” while wearing Frank’s “professional” face, and it just makes me want to scream. It makes the usual performing dean seem like a bloody relief in comparison. This is Dean so crushed by reality he can’t even be bothered with the performance anymore.
Cherry how do we attract a person in life ...Is it by our rising, Venus sign or the moon sign?
hey lovely… not in terms of romance but in general we tend to attract people whose sun or ascendant conjuncts our descendant because this is our polarity, the illumination of our shadow, the people who were written into the lesson plan to mirror yourself… libra is the ruler of the 7th house and identifies through the handheld mirror glyph, finding yourself through others. jung really focuses on this stuff. its interesting cause his chart ruler is Uranus in the 7th house. It will be the sign opposing the ascendant so you are looking for the bridge that brings the polar worlds together. so if you have sagittarius rising you will have gemini on the descendant and so on. I don’t know if it exactly spells compatibility in the idyllic romantic sense but they present a well of qualities and traits you need and should be integrated.
asc aries - dsc libra: i need someone who settles me asc taurus - dsc scorpio: i need complexity, intensity, depth asc gemini - dsc sagittarius: i need deep meaningful conversation asc cancer - dsc capricorn: i need a father figure asc leo - dsc aquarius: i need change and stimulation asc virgo - dsc pisces: i need a healer asc libra - dsc aries: i need a challenge asc scorpio - dsc taurus: i need security asc sagittarius - dsc gemini: i need lightness and freedom asc capricorn - dsc cancer: i need a mother figure asc aquarius - dsc leo: i need someone to be proud of asc pisces - dsc virgo: i need some rationality
The Human Condition (a series in vignettes), Pt. I
Warnings: Plenty of fluff – some suggestive
situations – absolutely nothing explicit here.
A/N: Set after Dean kicks newly human Cas
out of the bunker and the reader offers him a place to stay. Basically this is
a series, published in parts, of shorts involving daily domestic life with the
former angel. Requests are open if you have a certain situation in mind!
“The weather forecast
calls for biblical floods,” Cas stated, face lined with worry, “I do not believe
we are prepared.”
good,” you gestured to the kitchen table. “Batteries, flashlights, candles,
matches, firewood, water, and C rations if it comes down to it,” you hoisted
the final grocery bag onto the counter and began unpacking, “We’re better
prepared than most of the town.”
I’ve witnessed biblical flooding,” he wrung his hands, voice gravel, “Noah’s
neighbors thought they were prepared too.”
You stifled a
giggle, turning towards him, frowning in mock seriousness, “So you’re saying
you’d feel better if we had an arc?”
He pressed his
lips, subtlety squinting his eyes, “Are you saying you wouldn’t?”
Point of curiosity: Did anyone else take Agent Camp’s statement from his lil speech to Sam and Dean in prison, about how they’ll “get so crazy to talk, to see someone real, you’ll tell me exactly what I need. You’ll tell me with a smile.”
Was anyone else’s first thought of Frank in 7.11, telling Dean (while Dean was experiencing the absolute most horrifying and abandoning series of losses in his entire life… I mean s7 was nothing if not about losing EVERYTHING, and this just one episode after losing Bobby)
Dean: I’m not gonna quit. It’s not even an option. I’m not gonna walk out on my brother. Frank: Okay then, fine. Do what I did. Dean: What - go native? Stock up on C-rations? Frank: No, cupcake. What I did when I was 26 and came home to find my wife and two kids gutted on the floor. Decide to be fine til the end of the week. Make yourself smile because you’re alive and that’s your job. And do it again the next week. Dean: So fake it? Frank: I call it being professional. Do it right, with a smile, or don’t do it.
followed by probably the most awful screencap of s7, which was Dean pasting on that smile? With the look in his eyes that screams I AM DEAD INSIDE WTF?!
Hi Father! I hope this question isn’t too stupid, but it’s been bugging me a lot lately. What Pope Francis told that little boy about his dog going to Heaven has been driving me crazy, particularly because I thought the Church ruled that animals don’t have souls. Pope Pious XII said they don’t, then Pope John Paul II said they DO, then Pope Benedict XVI said they don’t and now Francis?.. I thought maybe he said it to comfort him, but my mum and sister called me a heretic? Wouldn’t this open up a whole debate about free will, and mosquitoes going to Heaven, and putting animals on the same level as us? I’ve always thought that humans were separate from nature, but if I’m wrong please tell me, because I can’t bear being told I’m an apostasy, it breaks my heart. :( I’m sorry this was so long, but thank you for taking the time to answer me, Father. God Bless.
1. St. Thomas Aquinas and many other Catholic philosophers tell us that anything which is living has a soul. If we say an animal does not have a soul, we are saying the animal is dead.
2. Aquinas classified souls as being either a) vegetative souls (lower life forms) b) a sentient soul (e.g. animals) or c) a rational soul (the kind of soul a human person has).
3. Further, the Catholic philosophers have always taught that only the rational soul is capable of life after death, because a rational soul can absorb universal truths, exercise logic and reason, and be self-reflective and self-conscious. These higher intellectual powers are spiritual in nature (e.g. the ability to know and love) and not tied to the matter of the body.
4. It is believed by the majority of Catholic theologians that an animal demonstrates a life which responds to particular sense data, and is sentient, but does not have the higher powers of intellect that would make a soul “rational” and therefore “immortal” (survives death). Such a sentient soul, of an animal, is dependent upon the physical matter of the animal and ceases to exist if the animal dies, according to these thinkers. There are, on the other side, a few Catholic authors in history who thought animals might go to heaven, such as St. Bonaventure and Fr. Jaime Balmes, a 19th century philosopher and theologian.
5. All these discussions about animals and what kind of soul they have and whether they have life after death fall under philosophy, because the Bible and the Apostolic Tradition of the Church do not reveal to us what God’s plan is for animals after they die. Popes, bishops, priests and people, can come up with their own personal answers and private opinions on this question. The Church gives us that freedom.
6. Therefore, neither Popes nor Church Councils have issued official doctrine on whether an animal goes to heaven. Maybe a pope here or there offers his personal opinion. However, no pope is able to give a final answer because God’s Revelation is silent on the question of animals and life after death.
7. A Catholic is free to believe that animals have a soul that dies along with their body, and that there are no animals in heaven. Or, a Catholic is free to have hope that when their beloved pet dies, they go to be with Jesus, who welcomes pets into heaven. I’m not going to pretend I know the answer because I’m not God, and I haven’t been to heaven and back.
The working end of a M-50 CAL. is awesome. Notice the C-Rats tied down at back. Sarge had a trunk there for awhile, among other things he kept his tobacco there. A stray large CAL. round in a fire fight went through it hitting his tobacco and shredding it into his uniforms. After that Sarge kept his trunk in the cab.