fic rec.
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Oneirology, by ficbyzee. The study of dreams. NC-17.
Bert has always been sort of magical. Or well, that's a shitty way of putting it, but he's always brought things and events into Quinn's life that seemed impossible and nonexistent before. When Quinn was sixteen, he'd smoked up before and he drank and his friends drank and smoked, but nothing more than that--and then suddenly he met Bert and the bad drugs actually existed outside of the D.A.R.E. program for the first time. Suddenly his best friend was an addict who weighted 90 lbs, suddenly Quinn was asking his parents if it would be all right for Bert to stay for a while, and in retrospect there was nothing impossible about any of it, but at the time it was even stranger than waking up with characters from your dreams.
It was written for me, so I shouldn't be so surprised that it's so perfect for me, but it's so perfect for me. I'm obsessed with sleeping and dreams in stories, crazed about magical realism of this sort (where the magical realism is taken as de rigueur by the characters), and a huge fan of Zee's writing. It's really gorgeous, too, a kind of manifesto about how these particular best friends can become something more when they both sack up and admit to wanting it.
Gorgeous. I'm so pleased. Now I will stop glowing about this story and try to finish up my own. Right.
Oneirology, by ficbyzee. The study of dreams. NC-17.
Bert has always been sort of magical. Or well, that's a shitty way of putting it, but he's always brought things and events into Quinn's life that seemed impossible and nonexistent before. When Quinn was sixteen, he'd smoked up before and he drank and his friends drank and smoked, but nothing more than that--and then suddenly he met Bert and the bad drugs actually existed outside of the D.A.R.E. program for the first time. Suddenly his best friend was an addict who weighted 90 lbs, suddenly Quinn was asking his parents if it would be all right for Bert to stay for a while, and in retrospect there was nothing impossible about any of it, but at the time it was even stranger than waking up with characters from your dreams.
It was written for me, so I shouldn't be so surprised that it's so perfect for me, but it's so perfect for me. I'm obsessed with sleeping and dreams in stories, crazed about magical realism of this sort (where the magical realism is taken as de rigueur by the characters), and a huge fan of Zee's writing. It's really gorgeous, too, a kind of manifesto about how these particular best friends can become something more when they both sack up and admit to wanting it.
Gorgeous. I'm so pleased. Now I will stop glowing about this story and try to finish up my own. Right.