I'm gone from LJ for (not even) two weeks, and everyone's gaga over The Eagle and
jibrailis is writing
Little House on the Prairie porn? Okay, the latter's not that unexpected. She's a purveyor of filth, she is. :D
The thing is, I don't get The Eagle love. I love me some Jamie Bell and totally wanted to marry him when Billy Elliot came out (once he became legal). Unfortunately, the clips from the movie and the excerpts from the book that have been exciting parts of my flist do nothing for me, which gives me a sad. But that's the nature of fandom, being left out of a collective experience sometimes.
I even feel more distant from Danny and Steve and Chin and Kono (OH KONO WINK AT ME SOME MORE), but perhaps this is just because I no longer have
pennyplainknits here to experience it with me. I'm still reading and loving The Social Network fic, especially this absolute gem of RPS/AU,
Don't Carry It All (Jesse Eisenberg/Andrew Garfield, 25K words) by
passe_simple , but the thrill of discovery is gone.
So help me discover that fannish spark again, o flist. What are you reading/watching/listening to?