I wanted to get this finished in time for the last episode of SG1. I, um, didn't. (I know you're shocked.) And you may wonder why I bothered to write up an introduction post for a show that a) has been around for 10 years and b) is now over
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At which point all females in the vicinity would politely but firmly decline to use it, one assumes.
MacGyver could make a shortwave radio with a stick of gum and some lint.
...Suddenly I am picturing MacGyver working for Batman. Oh, this can't end anywhere good. WHY DO YOU ALWAYS DO BAD THINGS TO MY BRAIN, LYNN? (Except when you write Hikaru/Akira. That FIXES my brain. Not that you should feel obligated or anything.)
there was a time I was wary of fanfiction in general, having stumbled across some truly horrid Spike-from-Buffy-fic at first
Oh, I hear that. I - okay. I actually sealed my fate by publicly mocking fan fiction before I had actually read any of it. Kind of a lot. Because I doubted, too! I had heard the horror stories! I had read a few parodies!
...And then I found some, and just, wow. Totally sold. For life. (This is what happens when we loudly mock things that other people love, folks: we end up loving them, too. It is fate.)
one of my favorite moments is when Jack is haltingly explaining how the thing that became real was, in fantasy, really something he thought about, but it was... it was hot, and done with love and passion, and was such a turn-on; even though it had been perverted by the circumstances already, it had started out as something that might have *sounded* bad but which was all consensual and sexy and harmlessly divorced from reality in his head...
Oh, god, I know! I remember, the first time I read that, thinking so many different things ("Oh, Jack" being prime among them), but most definitely that that was, in a way, a kind of parallel (though obviously not equal) violation for Jack: being forced to reveal something like that, under the worst possible circumstances, to have had something like that exposed in that way, it just - oh, it just killed me. (Obviously. I'm flaily and incoherent just talking about it.) And, and, I have such love for that story, for making me so riveted to the whole chain of events, for making me believe in both the events and Jack and Daniel's survival thereof, for being good enough to make me love something I'd normally hate.
Now you're making me wish I'd included it up there. But, well, the list of stories I wish I could have included is loooooong; this fandom does not lack for brilliance.
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