Horse Crossing
So, for reasons that I'm assuming had to do with a traumatic childhood viewing of Edward Scissorhands, my wife has a shockingly vehement objection to Johnny Depp.
I dragged her along to
ataratah 's for Media Consumption Night, and on the menu was Sleepy Hollow and Once Upon a Time.
ataratah assured K that this was not the Sleepy Hollow that had Johnny Depp. K said, as you might have guessed, "There's a version of Sleepy Hollow with Johnny Depp? Does that mean he doesn't have a head? That would certainly be an improvement."
I have problems with OUaT, lots of them, but the biggest one is that I think it's just not my genre. I can only go a few minutes before I have to loudly protest some breaking of the rules of the constructed universe. It drives me crazy, and it drives the other people I'm watching with crazy.
I didn't think anything could make me willingly watch OUaT. But there is one thing - one person - one ridiculous Scottish fucker -
Let's rewind.
A couple of weeks ago, I read and listened to Force over Distance, written by
cleanwhiteroom and read by
elementals_ao3 . I can't talk about this story yet. It's that kind of story. It's so much hurt and very little comfort, but, oh, it's gorgeous that way, it's exhilarating in how much it hurts, how bad things get for these characters, how far they are willing to go for each other. It is a completion story - and a complete story - as though two more seasons of the series happened. Several of the chapters feel like self-contained episodes. And this is exponentially better than what would have happened in seasons 3 and 4. Trust me. Trust my story-loving heart. This is the good stuff. This is the stuff against which I judge other stories.
I had only ever seen the pilot of SGU and didn't like any of the characters, but this story kept coming up on my dash. Completion fic for a series I didn't actually watch? 350,000 words? Sure, that looks INSANE. And then, one day, the way things always happen, when it's time, when you need the story, I clicked download and....
I've gesticulated wildly to people about how they should read the story and listen to the story and have the story take over their lives but surprisingly, my inarticulate flailing actually just makes people nervous and possibly a little worried about me. So I deal as best I can, and sometimes that means watching really out-of-my-genre tv shows because I need just a little more Rush.
Which leads to K and her unflinching judgment about my choices in life as usual, but in particular in this case about Robert Carlyle. She said, "He's weird looking. Why do you like all these weird people? Wait, does that say something about me?"
I'm pretty sure it does.
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I dragged her along to
ataratah 's for Media Consumption Night, and on the menu was Sleepy Hollow and Once Upon a Time.
ataratah assured K that this was not the Sleepy Hollow that had Johnny Depp. K said, as you might have guessed, "There's a version of Sleepy Hollow with Johnny Depp? Does that mean he doesn't have a head? That would certainly be an improvement."
I have problems with OUaT, lots of them, but the biggest one is that I think it's just not my genre. I can only go a few minutes before I have to loudly protest some breaking of the rules of the constructed universe. It drives me crazy, and it drives the other people I'm watching with crazy.
I didn't think anything could make me willingly watch OUaT. But there is one thing - one person - one ridiculous Scottish fucker -
Let's rewind.
A couple of weeks ago, I read and listened to Force over Distance, written by
cleanwhiteroom and read by
elementals_ao3 . I can't talk about this story yet. It's that kind of story. It's so much hurt and very little comfort, but, oh, it's gorgeous that way, it's exhilarating in how much it hurts, how bad things get for these characters, how far they are willing to go for each other. It is a completion story - and a complete story - as though two more seasons of the series happened. Several of the chapters feel like self-contained episodes. And this is exponentially better than what would have happened in seasons 3 and 4. Trust me. Trust my story-loving heart. This is the good stuff. This is the stuff against which I judge other stories.
I had only ever seen the pilot of SGU and didn't like any of the characters, but this story kept coming up on my dash. Completion fic for a series I didn't actually watch? 350,000 words? Sure, that looks INSANE. And then, one day, the way things always happen, when it's time, when you need the story, I clicked download and....
I've gesticulated wildly to people about how they should read the story and listen to the story and have the story take over their lives but surprisingly, my inarticulate flailing actually just makes people nervous and possibly a little worried about me. So I deal as best I can, and sometimes that means watching really out-of-my-genre tv shows because I need just a little more Rush.
Which leads to K and her unflinching judgment about my choices in life as usual, but in particular in this case about Robert Carlyle. She said, "He's weird looking. Why do you like all these weird people? Wait, does that say something about me?"
I'm pretty sure it does.
You can also read this entry on Dreamwidth (
comments)