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Entry tags:
Supernatural/Twin Peaks
Title: The Waiting Room
Pairing: Gen
Length: 2,068 words
Author on LJ:
amonitrate
Author Website: Palpable Obscure
Why this must be read:
Sending Jo Harvelle (an unfairly neglected character in canon and fanon), so like and unlike Laura Palmer or Annie Blackburn, to Glastonberry Grove is a brilliant move. Supernatural and Twin Peaks share some elements -- a blue-collar aesthetic; the darkness in the woods; blondes who comes to bad ends -- yet are very different in terms of atmosphere and ethos. So far, the puzzles and threats of Supernatural have all proved explicable, whereas the mysteries of Twin Peaks are infamously unsolved and insoluble.
amonitrate does justice both to Jo's feistiness and the intractably alien nature of the place on the other side of the curtain.
"The Waiting Room"
Pairing: Gen
Length: 2,068 words
Author on LJ:
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Author Website: Palpable Obscure
Why this must be read:
Sending Jo Harvelle (an unfairly neglected character in canon and fanon), so like and unlike Laura Palmer or Annie Blackburn, to Glastonberry Grove is a brilliant move. Supernatural and Twin Peaks share some elements -- a blue-collar aesthetic; the darkness in the woods; blondes who comes to bad ends -- yet are very different in terms of atmosphere and ethos. So far, the puzzles and threats of Supernatural have all proved explicable, whereas the mysteries of Twin Peaks are infamously unsolved and insoluble.
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Deep in the woods, Washington state, night, and Jo isn't afraid of the dark.
She isn't. Not even when she stumbles into a clearing ringed with saplings, like something out of some stupid ass Grimm's fairy tale. Not even when light had flickered and strobed out of no where on the other side of the ring and she'd seen the glassy black pool in the center, reflecting only the trees. Not even when the air had shimmered and changed and a hum drifted back to her and between one blink and the next red curtains appeared, moving lightly in the breeze. Red curtains, hanging in the middle of the woods.
Maybe she wasn't afraid of the dark, but that was a mite unnerving.
"The Waiting Room"