Character meme...
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linden_jay...or at least, a start on it. This one takes some time, man! *g* Anyway--I'll keep poking on this one, and post 'em as I get a few done. Here's a few though:
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tjournal:
Christian Kane:
Christian Kane is cool. Top of the page, bottom of the page, beginning and end of the story, the man is just fuckin’ cool and he owns it. He’s got charm to spare, and with a crinkle eyed smile he can talk the waitress serving him pie into an extra scoop of ice cream, another refill of coffee when the place was supposed to close twenty minutes ago, and when no one’s paying attention, he’ll slip an extra twenty onto the table for her, just to be a nice guy.
I love him because of all that and because since he’s never claimed to be perfect, he accepts the faults and foibles of others, and will back his friends all the way down to the mat, no matter how fucking stupid they’re being, or how much it’s killing him to watch them do it, and then he’ll be on the other end of the phone when they call to tell him how fucking stupid they’ve been or how stuff has fucked up, already pulling on his jeans and reaching for the keys to his truck, even as he cusses the whole time.
Plus, he’s fucking hot, and when he’s letting his accent run with the dogs like he does sometimes, it does funny things to my knees.
Jared Padalecki:
The man giggles. Seriously. Giggles. Nearly twenty-five year old man. He giggles, and when he full out laughs, he laughs with his entire body. He’s a puppy in human form... a labrador, all big eyes and doofy grin and so excited to see you and just exuding love all over the place, even when he accidently almost knocks the wind out of you when he’s hugging you because he hasn’t figured out yet that he’s seventeen feet tall and has hands the size of most peoples head.
He’s getting to do what he loves for a living, and it shows–he’s good at it and he’s getting better (which is a lot harder than a lot of people realize, since many people tend to stagnate instead of improving, or just stick with what works and never go anywhere). And he’s a nearly twenty-five year old boy, and how does he greet his friends when he sees them? He hugs the stuffing out of them. Love it. Absolutely love it. And just by the virtue of being friends with him, he makes Chad Michael Murray look good. That’s like... magic or something.
Sam Winchester:
Oh, Sam! I am an equal opportunity Winchester girl, never able to pick one over the other, but oh lord do I love Sam. Even when I wanna call him over, ask him to bend down a little so he’s closer to my level and give him a bit of a swat upside of the head, because even when he’s being cranky or bitchy, it just gives him more life, and more realism, (and when you can sell me on realism in a show where the primary defense is a shotgun full of rock salt and a zippo lighter, well... kudos). He got a shitty deal! Bad stuff happens to him! Yes, bad stuff happens to everyone, and it happens to Dean and it happens to John, and that sucks too, but he’s a 22 year old guy, and he’s allowed to not like that things suck.
I can get where he’s coming from with wanting to go to school and all and not keep fighting what after an entire lifetime of searching for the demon and never getting there (and when you’re eighteen and it’s all you’ve ever known, that’s a hell of a long time) I can see him wanting something different, something ‘his’. The oldest son takes up the family business, and the second son goes off to make his way in the world... not uncommon. And I sympathize with that, and the fact that he wants it so badly makes my heart hurt that it’s not something he’s ever going to have. Because he’s called to hunting, almost in a priest-like way. And I think he knows it too. That the life he’d always avoided is the life he’s meant to live. And watching him show that struggle and maybe never full acceptance just makes me want to bake him cookies and pet him on the head and fall in love with him even more. Oh Sam!
Forjasmineskie:
Ethan Rayne:
Ethan isn’t bad because he had a rotten childhood, or was born a sociopath, or because someone peed in his cornflakes when he was sixteen and he never got over it. He’s bad ‘cause it’s cool, and ‘cause it was what the cool kids, (the rebels who wanted to be cool, whatever) were doing. And because sometimes he gets money for it, which is always a plus. Ethan’s not the kind of character who’s going to be redeemed or hug and kiss and cry and learn his lesson and go on to be a bigger and brighter human being–he’s unapologetically bad because he chooses to be, and because it’s fun. What’s not to like about that? Plus, if he could say ‘Hello, Ripper’ a few more times? That’d be fine with me.
[If anyone still wants in on this one, the original meme was posted here]
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tjournal:Christian Kane:
Christian Kane is cool. Top of the page, bottom of the page, beginning and end of the story, the man is just fuckin’ cool and he owns it. He’s got charm to spare, and with a crinkle eyed smile he can talk the waitress serving him pie into an extra scoop of ice cream, another refill of coffee when the place was supposed to close twenty minutes ago, and when no one’s paying attention, he’ll slip an extra twenty onto the table for her, just to be a nice guy.
I love him because of all that and because since he’s never claimed to be perfect, he accepts the faults and foibles of others, and will back his friends all the way down to the mat, no matter how fucking stupid they’re being, or how much it’s killing him to watch them do it, and then he’ll be on the other end of the phone when they call to tell him how fucking stupid they’ve been or how stuff has fucked up, already pulling on his jeans and reaching for the keys to his truck, even as he cusses the whole time.
Plus, he’s fucking hot, and when he’s letting his accent run with the dogs like he does sometimes, it does funny things to my knees.
Jared Padalecki:
The man giggles. Seriously. Giggles. Nearly twenty-five year old man. He giggles, and when he full out laughs, he laughs with his entire body. He’s a puppy in human form... a labrador, all big eyes and doofy grin and so excited to see you and just exuding love all over the place, even when he accidently almost knocks the wind out of you when he’s hugging you because he hasn’t figured out yet that he’s seventeen feet tall and has hands the size of most peoples head.
He’s getting to do what he loves for a living, and it shows–he’s good at it and he’s getting better (which is a lot harder than a lot of people realize, since many people tend to stagnate instead of improving, or just stick with what works and never go anywhere). And he’s a nearly twenty-five year old boy, and how does he greet his friends when he sees them? He hugs the stuffing out of them. Love it. Absolutely love it. And just by the virtue of being friends with him, he makes Chad Michael Murray look good. That’s like... magic or something.
Sam Winchester:
Oh, Sam! I am an equal opportunity Winchester girl, never able to pick one over the other, but oh lord do I love Sam. Even when I wanna call him over, ask him to bend down a little so he’s closer to my level and give him a bit of a swat upside of the head, because even when he’s being cranky or bitchy, it just gives him more life, and more realism, (and when you can sell me on realism in a show where the primary defense is a shotgun full of rock salt and a zippo lighter, well... kudos). He got a shitty deal! Bad stuff happens to him! Yes, bad stuff happens to everyone, and it happens to Dean and it happens to John, and that sucks too, but he’s a 22 year old guy, and he’s allowed to not like that things suck.
I can get where he’s coming from with wanting to go to school and all and not keep fighting what after an entire lifetime of searching for the demon and never getting there (and when you’re eighteen and it’s all you’ve ever known, that’s a hell of a long time) I can see him wanting something different, something ‘his’. The oldest son takes up the family business, and the second son goes off to make his way in the world... not uncommon. And I sympathize with that, and the fact that he wants it so badly makes my heart hurt that it’s not something he’s ever going to have. Because he’s called to hunting, almost in a priest-like way. And I think he knows it too. That the life he’d always avoided is the life he’s meant to live. And watching him show that struggle and maybe never full acceptance just makes me want to bake him cookies and pet him on the head and fall in love with him even more. Oh Sam!
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jasmineskie: Ethan Rayne:
Ethan isn’t bad because he had a rotten childhood, or was born a sociopath, or because someone peed in his cornflakes when he was sixteen and he never got over it. He’s bad ‘cause it’s cool, and ‘cause it was what the cool kids, (the rebels who wanted to be cool, whatever) were doing. And because sometimes he gets money for it, which is always a plus. Ethan’s not the kind of character who’s going to be redeemed or hug and kiss and cry and learn his lesson and go on to be a bigger and brighter human being–he’s unapologetically bad because he chooses to be, and because it’s fun. What’s not to like about that? Plus, if he could say ‘Hello, Ripper’ a few more times? That’d be fine with me.
[If anyone still wants in on this one, the original meme was posted here]
