It's Called 'Monster Eats The Pilot'.
For each of my major fandoms, I do a short writeup talking about how it fits into my fandom history. A fandom qualifies as 'major' if I've written five fics for it, or ten thousand words across at least three fics.
You'll never guess the latest fandom to qualify. (It's Lost. I'm talking about Lost.)
If you've been following my journal over the past couple of months, you may have a good idea of my history with Lost already, but I might as well record it here for posterity.
Lost
Lost was a huge cultural phenomenon when I was a teenager, but I never watched it while it was airing. I didn't really watch drama back when it started, and, as a nervous flier, I wasn't sure I'd want to watch a show about a plane crash.
As I got older, though, I realised I had a taste for stories about strangers finding themselves isolated together and being forced to bond under high pressure. I occasionally glanced over at Lost and wondered if I'd have enjoyed it.
I finally actually watched Lost when I was thirty-four. I'd just devoured Person of Interest and had a great time. A couple of people had mentioned Lost in response to my Dreamwidth entries about Person of Interest, as another JJ Abrams show starring Michael Emerson. Maybe it was time to give it a try at last?
It was absolutely time to give Lost a try. I reserved judgement for the first few episodes (it's not a bad opening at all; I just missed Person of Interest!), but before long I fell for it hard. I ended up tearing through all six seasons in about seven weeks.
Lost can be a bit meandering, but overall it's a bizarre and brilliant experience. It blew my mind on a regular basis. I've never seen anything quite like it, and I've felt slightly adrift in the fortnight or so since finishing. (I've felt slightly lost, you could say oh God I'm so sorry please don't feed me to the smoke monster.) I've been thinking about it a lot, if you hadn't guessed from the absolutely stupid amount I've been talking about it.
Favourite character: You know who it is. I know who it is. Some of you knew who it was before I knew who it was, because I am extremely predictable. My favourite Lost character is Jack Shephard, the absolute goddamn disaster. I wrote an entire thousand-word entry solely dedicated to lovingly describing what a mess he is.
Favourite pairing: EVERYONE/EVERYONE. I enthusiastically ship all the survivors of Oceanic Flight 815 in a big poly mess. If you asked me to pick a single pairing, though, it might be Jack/Kate, which I find much more compelling than I initially thought I would. They're so dysfunctional and they have such intense feelings about each other! I can't believe I went from 'obviously I'm not going to ship Jack/Kate, the show is trying too hard to make me do it' to getting emotional because I'm listening to a song that reminds me of them.
Number of words written: 11,837
Snippet: I do have a small snippet of unfinished Lost fanfiction to share! Heads up: it's Shannon/Boone (who, if you're unfamiliar with Lost, are stepsiblings).
At some point he thinks he might have stopped calling her Shannon to other people, started just calling her my sister. Trying to remind himself of where the boundaries were, maybe. Or maybe he liked the feel of the words in his mouth: that knowledge that they were connected somehow, family, even if they couldn’t be-
Fuck. She’s kissing her way down his throat, and they can’t be here, this can’t be happening.
“You’re just trying to manipulate me.” He can’t find the breath to take his voice above a whisper. “You don’t feel - any of this.”
Shannon eases herself up on her elbows, looking down at him. It sometimes feels like she’s been looking down at him as long as he’s known her. Maybe she’d say the same thing about him.
“Does it make a difference?” she asks. “What, if I say I don’t feel anything you’re going to stop me?”
He can’t stop her. He doesn’t have that kind of strength.
You'll never guess the latest fandom to qualify. (It's Lost. I'm talking about Lost.)
If you've been following my journal over the past couple of months, you may have a good idea of my history with Lost already, but I might as well record it here for posterity.
Lost
Lost was a huge cultural phenomenon when I was a teenager, but I never watched it while it was airing. I didn't really watch drama back when it started, and, as a nervous flier, I wasn't sure I'd want to watch a show about a plane crash.
As I got older, though, I realised I had a taste for stories about strangers finding themselves isolated together and being forced to bond under high pressure. I occasionally glanced over at Lost and wondered if I'd have enjoyed it.
I finally actually watched Lost when I was thirty-four. I'd just devoured Person of Interest and had a great time. A couple of people had mentioned Lost in response to my Dreamwidth entries about Person of Interest, as another JJ Abrams show starring Michael Emerson. Maybe it was time to give it a try at last?
It was absolutely time to give Lost a try. I reserved judgement for the first few episodes (it's not a bad opening at all; I just missed Person of Interest!), but before long I fell for it hard. I ended up tearing through all six seasons in about seven weeks.
Lost can be a bit meandering, but overall it's a bizarre and brilliant experience. It blew my mind on a regular basis. I've never seen anything quite like it, and I've felt slightly adrift in the fortnight or so since finishing. (I've felt slightly lost, you could say oh God I'm so sorry please don't feed me to the smoke monster.) I've been thinking about it a lot, if you hadn't guessed from the absolutely stupid amount I've been talking about it.
Favourite character: You know who it is. I know who it is. Some of you knew who it was before I knew who it was, because I am extremely predictable. My favourite Lost character is Jack Shephard, the absolute goddamn disaster. I wrote an entire thousand-word entry solely dedicated to lovingly describing what a mess he is.
Favourite pairing: EVERYONE/EVERYONE. I enthusiastically ship all the survivors of Oceanic Flight 815 in a big poly mess. If you asked me to pick a single pairing, though, it might be Jack/Kate, which I find much more compelling than I initially thought I would. They're so dysfunctional and they have such intense feelings about each other! I can't believe I went from 'obviously I'm not going to ship Jack/Kate, the show is trying too hard to make me do it' to getting emotional because I'm listening to a song that reminds me of them.
Number of words written: 11,837
Snippet: I do have a small snippet of unfinished Lost fanfiction to share! Heads up: it's Shannon/Boone (who, if you're unfamiliar with Lost, are stepsiblings).
At some point he thinks he might have stopped calling her Shannon to other people, started just calling her my sister. Trying to remind himself of where the boundaries were, maybe. Or maybe he liked the feel of the words in his mouth: that knowledge that they were connected somehow, family, even if they couldn’t be-
Fuck. She’s kissing her way down his throat, and they can’t be here, this can’t be happening.
“You’re just trying to manipulate me.” He can’t find the breath to take his voice above a whisper. “You don’t feel - any of this.”
Shannon eases herself up on her elbows, looking down at him. It sometimes feels like she’s been looking down at him as long as he’s known her. Maybe she’d say the same thing about him.
“Does it make a difference?” she asks. “What, if I say I don’t feel anything you’re going to stop me?”
He can’t stop her. He doesn’t have that kind of strength.