can you see yourself in my bed at night?
I was supposed to have a day with no bosses, but now I've got a day with both bosses. Sigh.
And there was going to be writing, too! The amnesiac fake boyfriends story is now 1700 words long (and so, so far from being finished; remember when I used to be able to work on more than one story at a time? I miss that. sigh.), and last night I wrote a bit that amused me, though I don't know if it's in character. Oh, who am I kidding? This whole story is one long exercise in OOC-ness, on some level; it's kind of the whole point of amnesia as a trope, isn't it? Who are we if we don't know who we are? How much of who we are comes from the experiences that shaped us, and how much of that lingers even when our recollection of the experiences is gone? How are we shaped by people expecting us to act as though we remember, even when we don't? etc. (and that's aside from all my other anxieties re: characterization with these guys.) Though I guess maybe that will kind of be obscured by the FAKE BOYFRIENDS and the UNEXPECTED CUDDLING and the PUNCHING + MAKEOUTS.
Speaking of PUNCHING + MAKEOUTS = WIN, I read a post this morning breaking down THE SPARRING LEADS TO SEX as a trope, a trope I love, as you can maybe tell.
I generally don't go for outright enemies pairings, unless the enemies were once friends (or more) (e.g., Xavier/Magneto, Clark/Lex; I don't know if I slot Dick/Jason in here, mostly because in my head, they map more closely onto Buffy/Faith, except Jason hasn't gotten to have his big redemption arc yet [if, in fact, he needs one, which is a whole other conversation I can't have because I don't have the canon-knowledge to back it up, but let's say my feelings are mixed; just given what I know, I'd say he certainly doesn't think so]), but I do love bickery pairings who spar and use insults as endearments and occasionally do have punch-ups that lead to sexytimes. And clearly, I'm not the only one.
Which is the perfect lead-in to the fact that Supernatural returns this evening. I'm somewhat spoiled, because knowing helps me deal, even if it leads to some freaking out ahead of time - see, I feel like I'm going to worry anyway, so I might as well have something concrete to worry about. And if my worries prove fruitless, I'm pleasantly surprised! It's a win all around!
I'm going to employ my usual habit of trying to avoid most of the fandom as it exists outside of my flist (and even, sometimes, on my flist; I love you, but sometimes even you make me crazy). I keep telling myself I can walk away if it really goes sour (sourer?), and I almost believe it - I've done it before! - but I'm pretty sure that's a total lie. Though maybe not. I'm in a wait and see kind place right now.
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And there was going to be writing, too! The amnesiac fake boyfriends story is now 1700 words long (and so, so far from being finished; remember when I used to be able to work on more than one story at a time? I miss that. sigh.), and last night I wrote a bit that amused me, though I don't know if it's in character. Oh, who am I kidding? This whole story is one long exercise in OOC-ness, on some level; it's kind of the whole point of amnesia as a trope, isn't it? Who are we if we don't know who we are? How much of who we are comes from the experiences that shaped us, and how much of that lingers even when our recollection of the experiences is gone? How are we shaped by people expecting us to act as though we remember, even when we don't? etc. (and that's aside from all my other anxieties re: characterization with these guys.) Though I guess maybe that will kind of be obscured by the FAKE BOYFRIENDS and the UNEXPECTED CUDDLING and the PUNCHING + MAKEOUTS.
Speaking of PUNCHING + MAKEOUTS = WIN, I read a post this morning breaking down THE SPARRING LEADS TO SEX as a trope, a trope I love, as you can maybe tell.
I generally don't go for outright enemies pairings, unless the enemies were once friends (or more) (e.g., Xavier/Magneto, Clark/Lex; I don't know if I slot Dick/Jason in here, mostly because in my head, they map more closely onto Buffy/Faith, except Jason hasn't gotten to have his big redemption arc yet [if, in fact, he needs one, which is a whole other conversation I can't have because I don't have the canon-knowledge to back it up, but let's say my feelings are mixed; just given what I know, I'd say he certainly doesn't think so]), but I do love bickery pairings who spar and use insults as endearments and occasionally do have punch-ups that lead to sexytimes. And clearly, I'm not the only one.
Which is the perfect lead-in to the fact that Supernatural returns this evening. I'm somewhat spoiled, because knowing helps me deal, even if it leads to some freaking out ahead of time - see, I feel like I'm going to worry anyway, so I might as well have something concrete to worry about. And if my worries prove fruitless, I'm pleasantly surprised! It's a win all around!
I'm going to employ my usual habit of trying to avoid most of the fandom as it exists outside of my flist (and even, sometimes, on my flist; I love you, but sometimes even you make me crazy). I keep telling myself I can walk away if it really goes sour (sourer?), and I almost believe it - I've done it before! - but I'm pretty sure that's a total lie. Though maybe not. I'm in a wait and see kind place right now.
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people have commented there.