intellectual (egotistical) curiosity!

[marketchippie]

kersnaffled from a tonne of people on the flist:

If you were asked to pick one scene, one shot, one detail, one moment of some kind out of all the things I've written and say "This, this, for whatever reason, I remember, this is something that struck home with me, that I wanted to keep," what would it be?

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[dollsome]

There's such room for love in his eyes, she wishes she could take them out and put them in her jewelry box so she could look at them every day.

Just freaking genius.

[marketchippie]

HEE. ♥ (Lorena you crazyface, why don't more people love you?)

[zombie_boogie]

I don't have an exact quote or moment, but "your dirty mouth full of honest lies" is still one of the most brilliant pieces of fill-in-the-blank fan fic I've ever had the pleasure of reading. It's my head canon I don't care, show.

[marketchippie]

Ohh, thank you! It's so necessary, and the problem with "Funk" is so clearly one of missing pieces (WHICH EXISTED: SHOW, WHAT ARE YOU DOING. SHOW, WHAT ARE YOU DOING). Dear God I've got an unholy amount of personal canon about that team, though.

[vega_ofthe_lyre]

The director’s name is Giovanni Sforza.

Lucrezia Borja is sixteen.

IT HIT ME LIKE A SLEDGEHAMMER, JUST SO YOU KNOW. Aaaand, um, Cesare's the office pens miss you; the paperclips miss you, can you just write people I love loving each other FOREVER, because you phrase it in such infinitely beautiful ways - auuuuuuugh.

[marketchippie]

WELL, IF YOU INSIST. ♥

Also can we talk about how that one pic broke tumblr/birthed an entire new sector of stans, because I am watching the ripple effect and lo, it is awesome. WARMTH AND FUZZINESS FOR ALL.

but none for Jeanne Kalogridis bye.

[vega_ofthe_lyre]

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH IT. IT'S ONLY GOING TO GET WEIRDER FROM HEREON OUT. IT'S NOT OUR SUPER-SECRET TREEHOUSE ANYMORE. Which is cool but straaaaaaaaaaange, and oh my God, all the pretty, I can't take it!

oh God Jeanne Kalogridis, I don't know if I can act like a rational adult on the wiki anymore, WHY ARE YOU HERE. YOU ARE A LIFE RUINER. YOU YOU RUIN PEOPLE'S LIVES

[marketchippie]

I KNOW. IT'S STILL OUR TREEHOUSE, BUT LIKE. NOW THERE'S A FOREST AROUND OUR TREE AND PEOPLE, PEOPLE ARE CLIMBING THOSE TREES. And no one really ~knows~ what's going on and I am like. O ho. Have been here since the crappy cam trailer. Have been here since I knew it was going to exist. Have been here since the age of six, WHAT'S UP, LET'S CHAT. So, watching and flailing and and and, O. *cling*

I just wanted to go up to that post and be like "buuuut SHE'S THE WORST WRITER." Also, what is she doing on the internet? GO READ A BOOK, JEANNE. GO READ A REAL BOOK.

[marketchippie]

Oh, that's so delightful that you remember that! Aimply because it's such a little detail moment-Jesse St. James in my head comes complete with so many little details it's slightly absurd: first and best fic muse, right there.

[marketchippie]

Precisely: she's the only person who's ever lived up to him (and, for that matter, vice versa).

[corleones]

If human consciousness is the elevator, all he has is the door to the opening.

He stands on the precipice and he plummets.

[marketchippie]

OH, OH I remember being honestly so proud of that image-idea-thought when I wrote it-I am so glad it resonated. ♥♥♥

(I am still vaguely astonished that I ever managed to write Who fic to begin with. All of time and space: never not a scary prospect to write.)