fucking AMAZE
http://www.arigol.plus.com/starindh.htm <-- Dudes. DUDES.
An explanation via chat with
waketosleep because I am so tired death seems like a viable option and also it is almost ten pm and it is still like 65 degrees outside. Which is just.
Meg: oh and I found hte most amaaaaaaaaaze classic trek writer
Meg: she was in fandom when TOS was still shiny and new
Mer R: like an actual good one?
Meg: and I swear to you, hand on my heart, she wrote like, fifty thousand words where Kirk is captured as a slave, spock dresses up as a warlord to get him back, and Kirk like, kneels to him and calls him master and shit and they fake a blowjob in front of the dude who captured him, have other associated assery happen to them up to and including faking intercourse to throw people off their tracts, Spock freaking his shit out over their Special Bond and running screaming to Gol -- AND SHE HAD TO WARN BECAUSE THE RATING WENT ALL THE WAY UP TO PG13
Mer R: oh god the 70s
Meg: so help me god Kirk did not say so much as shit and the only one who got a hard on was the evil dude
Meg: fucking AMAZE dude
Mer R: ...I think my pon farr fic will maybe have spock on the bottom?
Mer R: idk
Meg: actually a pretty entertaining writer too!
Mer R: at any rate I don't feel like a fandom prude anymore with my 'do I NEED a sex scene?'
Meg: she did one where Vulcans are all isolationist within Starfleet and Kirk is sent as an exchange officer and they get this whole mystical bondbrother shit thing going
Mer R: did she write all brofic
Meg: and they like, gaze deeply into each others eyes and meld and shit and fucking T'PRING is like ARE YOU FUCKING HIM and Spock is like HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT and the author is like OF COURSE THEY DON'T WANT TO FUCK SPOCK HASN'T HIT PUBERTY YET LOLOLOL
Mer R: oh god so presh
Meg: I was deeply, deeply reluctant to go to work instead of reading every fucking word this woman wrote
... in the slave fic Kirk is almost made an ennuch and she constantly, constantly talks about how Kirk is so manly. I'm still a little disappointed but, man, the way they were constantly going into deep mind melds and having like, mystical communication and shit was solid GOLD.
There's an essay or five about how, if it had been nuKirk instead of OldKirk, he would have seriously blown Spock in front of God and everybody, and possibly another one about gender and sexuality issues as discussed in transformative fiction.
Uh, all hilarity over early slash conventions aside (believe me when I say that my overwhelming thought about the Exchange Officer fic was I HAVE READ THIS BL MANGA BEFORE) I really did enjoy the fics. She's very good at world-building and her OCs are well managed.
Anyway. I had two random people on the bus tell me they liked the Annis shawl, although I'm saving face by calling it a fichu. >_> It did turn out pretty well and I think we all learned some Valuable Lessons in the process, not the least of which was STOP KNITTING LACE WHEN YOU'RE HALF ASLEEP YOU MORON.
After the meeting I got my hair cut into an afro since that's what it wants to do with its life anyway and also lost my keys, which required I meet up with Amy at the Bagdad and drink Ruby Ale sullenly.
An explanation via chat with
waketosleep because I am so tired death seems like a viable option and also it is almost ten pm and it is still like 65 degrees outside. Which is just.
Meg: oh and I found hte most amaaaaaaaaaze classic trek writer
Meg: she was in fandom when TOS was still shiny and new
Mer R: like an actual good one?
Meg: and I swear to you, hand on my heart, she wrote like, fifty thousand words where Kirk is captured as a slave, spock dresses up as a warlord to get him back, and Kirk like, kneels to him and calls him master and shit and they fake a blowjob in front of the dude who captured him, have other associated assery happen to them up to and including faking intercourse to throw people off their tracts, Spock freaking his shit out over their Special Bond and running screaming to Gol -- AND SHE HAD TO WARN BECAUSE THE RATING WENT ALL THE WAY UP TO PG13
Mer R: oh god the 70s
Meg: so help me god Kirk did not say so much as shit and the only one who got a hard on was the evil dude
Meg: fucking AMAZE dude
Mer R: ...I think my pon farr fic will maybe have spock on the bottom?
Mer R: idk
Meg: actually a pretty entertaining writer too!
Mer R: at any rate I don't feel like a fandom prude anymore with my 'do I NEED a sex scene?'
Meg: she did one where Vulcans are all isolationist within Starfleet and Kirk is sent as an exchange officer and they get this whole mystical bondbrother shit thing going
Mer R: did she write all brofic
Meg: and they like, gaze deeply into each others eyes and meld and shit and fucking T'PRING is like ARE YOU FUCKING HIM and Spock is like HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT and the author is like OF COURSE THEY DON'T WANT TO FUCK SPOCK HASN'T HIT PUBERTY YET LOLOLOL
Mer R: oh god so presh
Meg: I was deeply, deeply reluctant to go to work instead of reading every fucking word this woman wrote
... in the slave fic Kirk is almost made an ennuch and she constantly, constantly talks about how Kirk is so manly. I'm still a little disappointed but, man, the way they were constantly going into deep mind melds and having like, mystical communication and shit was solid GOLD.
There's an essay or five about how, if it had been nuKirk instead of OldKirk, he would have seriously blown Spock in front of God and everybody, and possibly another one about gender and sexuality issues as discussed in transformative fiction.
Uh, all hilarity over early slash conventions aside (believe me when I say that my overwhelming thought about the Exchange Officer fic was I HAVE READ THIS BL MANGA BEFORE) I really did enjoy the fics. She's very good at world-building and her OCs are well managed.
Anyway. I had two random people on the bus tell me they liked the Annis shawl, although I'm saving face by calling it a fichu. >_> It did turn out pretty well and I think we all learned some Valuable Lessons in the process, not the least of which was STOP KNITTING LACE WHEN YOU'RE HALF ASLEEP YOU MORON.
After the meeting I got my hair cut into an afro since that's what it wants to do with its life anyway and also lost my keys, which required I meet up with Amy at the Bagdad and drink Ruby Ale sullenly.