QUESTION
HAHA THIS IS HOW OFTEN I WILL BE ONLINE NOW THAT PRELIMS ARE OVER. YOU WILL BE SWEPT AWAY BY MY MANY, MANY POSTS OF SILLINESS.
But, more to the point, I have a question...actually, first I have a preamble: One of my favorite fics of ALL TIME, Keep Calm and Carry On by tongueincheeky comes with a commentary version that--why would I ever lie to you? I have no shame on this lj--I have read waaaaay too often. I. Like. Totally care lots about that commentary. I have never done anything sane like leave a comment on the commentary with my love encapsulated in words. But. I love it lots.
Which brings me to my question. Would anyone like/be interested in/curious about a director's commentary for any of my fic? I mean. I'm no tongueincheeky, right, but some people like my writing or whatever. And I like thinking/talking/cogitating on fic and fandoms and fictional characters. So. Anyone interested?
Mostly this was an excuse to refer to the fic and its commentary. Also because of all my new free time post-prelims. I am just FULL OF THOUGHTS these days.
ALSO. I have recs. Would anyone like recs? HAVE SOME.
Social Network Recs:
Pilea involucrata by fledmusic. 7k.
So this premise is one of the most hilarifying premises that ever hilarified but the fic? The FIC is, as far as my metaphors can stretch, like unto the first hug from a friend/long-distance-significant-other/family member at the airport after a long spell of not seeing each other. It is the first sip of coffee in the morning. It is everything good and nothing bad.
All the Five Things You Could Want by someone anonymous.
So it's no secret that I'm a Five Things person in my heart-of-hearts. It's like that time that dude wrote a novel without the letter "E," right, you know what I mean. It's just, like, a writer proving that they can be brilliant plus a puzzle. How are they gonna-- you always ask and, when it's a great Five Things fic like this mega-fiver-things fic, the writer does both the most expected (the-sigh-of-happy-release,oh-thank-christ-you-didn't-make-this-sad) and the least predictable (I am always happily surprised by a happy ending, wot, I am that sort of reader, I have feelings) things at the same time.
Strength in Numbers by dapixam_q. 10k.
This is one of those fics that starts with all the anger and angst of the movie--which, OH MY LOVE FOR YOU, MOVIE, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW--and then, slowly, like molasses, moves you into something still raw and pained but OH SO BEAUTIFUL. Yes. One of those. And it was the first one I read with Jesse's RL cat love showing up in the fictional Mark, which, DUDES. LOVE.
Five Hannukkahs by slashyelizabeth (of the wonderful lj username). 3k.
Yes, I'm serious, I really LOVE Five Things almost always. THE DIALOGUE, PEOPS. The dialogue--I just went *mwah* and kissed my hand like I was an Italian chef talking about my homemade gnocchi or whatevers but YES. The dialogue. It is perfect. It's as good as going to the new restaurant/bar/hip-spot in town and finding out that they make the best fries EVER and no one told you, you're the first to find out, and they're SO GOOD. But. You know. A fic. It's a fic, it's not fries.
loose ships sink ships by pailette. 2.7k
I have a tag on my delicious for "planesmadethemdoit" and "placestogo" and, yes, I bookmark enough fics with those oh-so-specific criteria to need tags for them. And I have this love/hate relationship with planes/airports that starts with my over-romanticizing takeoff and the tedium, sheep-state we have to go into when we become Passengers. And the thing about this fic, right, was that it not only seemed to implicitly know my feelings--like all great art, right, it reaches out, Keats's living hand style, and grabs you--but it also knew ways around my feelings, like it was a really good friend who had been to an airport with me before and knew exactly when to squeeze my hand and when to let me go. IDEK, guys. It was an Experience to read this fic. A beautiful, warm-fuzzy experience.
I'm gonna end on this Pinto fic because it is the standard to which I hold up my own writing. It's the fic that I think of in my mind when online silliness has got me down or when people don't seem to love art or beauty or whatever enough or. Just. You know. I think of this fic a lot. And I love it dearly--as much as I love, for example, Persuasion or Germaine Greer or Aomori. I love it like the March sisters loved their letters from their dad in Little Women. I love it like I don't ever love real things, I love it in a way exclusively reserved for the reflections of life that happen in art that make things shinier for a period after you meet them.
The fic in question is a passage that sings by dorkorific and somebody should tell Rave how awesome s/he is.
But, more to the point, I have a question...actually, first I have a preamble: One of my favorite fics of ALL TIME, Keep Calm and Carry On by tongueincheeky comes with a commentary version that--why would I ever lie to you? I have no shame on this lj--I have read waaaaay too often. I. Like. Totally care lots about that commentary. I have never done anything sane like leave a comment on the commentary with my love encapsulated in words. But. I love it lots.
Which brings me to my question. Would anyone like/be interested in/curious about a director's commentary for any of my fic? I mean. I'm no tongueincheeky, right, but some people like my writing or whatever. And I like thinking/talking/cogitating on fic and fandoms and fictional characters. So. Anyone interested?
Mostly this was an excuse to refer to the fic and its commentary. Also because of all my new free time post-prelims. I am just FULL OF THOUGHTS these days.
ALSO. I have recs. Would anyone like recs? HAVE SOME.
Social Network Recs:
Pilea involucrata by fledmusic. 7k.
So this premise is one of the most hilarifying premises that ever hilarified but the fic? The FIC is, as far as my metaphors can stretch, like unto the first hug from a friend/long-distance-significant-other/family member at the airport after a long spell of not seeing each other. It is the first sip of coffee in the morning. It is everything good and nothing bad.
All the Five Things You Could Want by someone anonymous.
So it's no secret that I'm a Five Things person in my heart-of-hearts. It's like that time that dude wrote a novel without the letter "E," right, you know what I mean. It's just, like, a writer proving that they can be brilliant plus a puzzle. How are they gonna-- you always ask and, when it's a great Five Things fic like this mega-fiver-things fic, the writer does both the most expected (the-sigh-of-happy-release,oh-thank-christ-you-didn't-make-this-sad) and the least predictable (I am always happily surprised by a happy ending, wot, I am that sort of reader, I have feelings) things at the same time.
Strength in Numbers by dapixam_q. 10k.
This is one of those fics that starts with all the anger and angst of the movie--which, OH MY LOVE FOR YOU, MOVIE, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW--and then, slowly, like molasses, moves you into something still raw and pained but OH SO BEAUTIFUL. Yes. One of those. And it was the first one I read with Jesse's RL cat love showing up in the fictional Mark, which, DUDES. LOVE.
Five Hannukkahs by slashyelizabeth (of the wonderful lj username). 3k.
Yes, I'm serious, I really LOVE Five Things almost always. THE DIALOGUE, PEOPS. The dialogue--I just went *mwah* and kissed my hand like I was an Italian chef talking about my homemade gnocchi or whatevers but YES. The dialogue. It is perfect. It's as good as going to the new restaurant/bar/hip-spot in town and finding out that they make the best fries EVER and no one told you, you're the first to find out, and they're SO GOOD. But. You know. A fic. It's a fic, it's not fries.
loose ships sink ships by pailette. 2.7k
I have a tag on my delicious for "planesmadethemdoit" and "placestogo" and, yes, I bookmark enough fics with those oh-so-specific criteria to need tags for them. And I have this love/hate relationship with planes/airports that starts with my over-romanticizing takeoff and the tedium, sheep-state we have to go into when we become Passengers. And the thing about this fic, right, was that it not only seemed to implicitly know my feelings--like all great art, right, it reaches out, Keats's living hand style, and grabs you--but it also knew ways around my feelings, like it was a really good friend who had been to an airport with me before and knew exactly when to squeeze my hand and when to let me go. IDEK, guys. It was an Experience to read this fic. A beautiful, warm-fuzzy experience.
I'm gonna end on this Pinto fic because it is the standard to which I hold up my own writing. It's the fic that I think of in my mind when online silliness has got me down or when people don't seem to love art or beauty or whatever enough or. Just. You know. I think of this fic a lot. And I love it dearly--as much as I love, for example, Persuasion or Germaine Greer or Aomori. I love it like the March sisters loved their letters from their dad in Little Women. I love it like I don't ever love real things, I love it in a way exclusively reserved for the reflections of life that happen in art that make things shinier for a period after you meet them.
The fic in question is a passage that sings by dorkorific and somebody should tell Rave how awesome s/he is.