in lieu of my own thoughts
quigonejinn has a great post up about her response to IM2! I keep meaning to write something up, because I have thoughts, but somehow I can't seem to actually organize those thoughts. Perhaps another viewing is in order.
Also I need to rec another long-awaited fic.I know that for awhile she despaired finishing it, and I haven't even had a chance to sit down and read the final draft and yet I can with no hesitation rec the hell out of this fic, because I have read the bits and pieces and it is gold.
If you didn't already know, Stan Lee created Tony Stark while thinking of Howard Hughes: "an inventor, an adventurer, a multi-millionaire, a ladies man and finally a nutcase." I originally started writing this for a Halloween challenge, six months ago, with the idea of taking the Tony Stark - Howard Hughes comparison to its logical conclusion.
And here's a taste, Christine on the hunt for a story:
She can tell after the first day that the story is going to look different on the page than it does on the ground, and that bothers her. She hates knowing that she's never going to be able to communicate to her readers just what it's like, listening to people tell their stories, subconsciously picking up on the thousand little points of body language that tell a story of their own, one that's impossible to boil down into the confines of a set space on a page (minus room for advertising). This story gets more space than most, because Tony Stark's name is on it and, obstensibly, it's about him, but the story she's hearing underneath it, from one person after another, is the story of the woman with the cool smile and sharp eyes, whose job it was to deftly arrange matters behind the scenes and then to fade into watchful obscurity as Stark took the stage.
I am so so glad this story has made it to the light of day and is getting the attention it deserves.
Concession, by obsession_inc (no IM2 spoilers, takes place after the first film)
Also I need to rec another long-awaited fic.I know that for awhile she despaired finishing it, and I haven't even had a chance to sit down and read the final draft and yet I can with no hesitation rec the hell out of this fic, because I have read the bits and pieces and it is gold.
If you didn't already know, Stan Lee created Tony Stark while thinking of Howard Hughes: "an inventor, an adventurer, a multi-millionaire, a ladies man and finally a nutcase." I originally started writing this for a Halloween challenge, six months ago, with the idea of taking the Tony Stark - Howard Hughes comparison to its logical conclusion.
And here's a taste, Christine on the hunt for a story:
She can tell after the first day that the story is going to look different on the page than it does on the ground, and that bothers her. She hates knowing that she's never going to be able to communicate to her readers just what it's like, listening to people tell their stories, subconsciously picking up on the thousand little points of body language that tell a story of their own, one that's impossible to boil down into the confines of a set space on a page (minus room for advertising). This story gets more space than most, because Tony Stark's name is on it and, obstensibly, it's about him, but the story she's hearing underneath it, from one person after another, is the story of the woman with the cool smile and sharp eyes, whose job it was to deftly arrange matters behind the scenes and then to fade into watchful obscurity as Stark took the stage.
I am so so glad this story has made it to the light of day and is getting the attention it deserves.
Concession, by obsession_inc (no IM2 spoilers, takes place after the first film)