excuse me while i flail and lay blame
artists' claims for spn-j2-bigbang are up and i've been claimed and i am FREAKING OUT. and also having a touch of "i'm not worthy! i'm not worthy!"
i can't comment on the quality of the fic - mostly because it's still the firstiest draft that ever firsted, and who knows what it will be when it's done - but i can guarantee that the art will be FABULOUS.
*breathes into a paper bag*
man, i love artists' claims. and i mean that sincerely. :D if nothing else, i get to spy on who claimed the fic summaries i recognize, and i can squee for people who are claimed by artists i like. it's an exciting time.
also, speaking of exciting, yesterday i spent waaaay too much time at work either thinking about or actually writing a steve/bucky au. >.< and then i sent it off to beta. and hopefully soon people will be able to read it. no one is going to understand how weird this is but me, that i wrote a. an fpf au, b. an mcu au, and especially c. not even a "what if we diverged at this point in canon" au. (no, seriously - if i want to write something that au, i stir it around in my head until it's original fic and its own thing. that's where the ot4 came from - i don't write harry potter fic and never wanted to, but something about the marauders as american college students flipped a switch in my head. and thus were the ot4 born.)
my idea was original fic at first, and for most of the morning that's what i thought about. i might have even made some notes on my phone while i was waiting for the bus. (my god, i love smartphones.) but at the same time, when i mentioned the au on lj azewewish told me i should write it. and my response, as it always is, was "no, because i'm really, really not qualified." because really, i'm not qualified. but she said i should. and apparently i listened to her. so it's her fault.
and then i mentioned it on twitter and chaneen got all excited (and in the process of trying to find out how old steve was when his mom died - because i asked - she found some really nice clothes commentary - like, how to date a flashback by the cut of a suit) (it was very cool), so it's also kind of her fault.
fic was written, people are being blamed. and i wrote through my lunch break, which may or may not be made more impressive by the fact that i eat lunch late (because i get home late) so by 3:30 i was STARVING and ate my sandwich at my desk because fic! being written! and when it was finished(ish) i went to starbucks for a half-price frappuccino, because it was frappuccino happy hour and i deserved one.
i mean. i just. WHUT. seriously, self, what the hell.
oh god i hope it's good enough to share with strangers. i hope people like it.
sort of related, kind of, i bring you ye olde slashe shippes - blog posts about slashy medieval stories. like, le morte d'arthur. and sir gawain and the green knight (which i read in college and i totally don't remember the slashy bits, altho to be fair it was before i was fitted with slash goggles). it's kind of tongue-in-cheek but there's some actual scholarship, and in any case, dig the medieval dudes kissing each other. repeatedly. yes, really.
and now i need to get dressed and go to the bank before it closes and GET SHIT DONE.
i can't comment on the quality of the fic - mostly because it's still the firstiest draft that ever firsted, and who knows what it will be when it's done - but i can guarantee that the art will be FABULOUS.
*breathes into a paper bag*
man, i love artists' claims. and i mean that sincerely. :D if nothing else, i get to spy on who claimed the fic summaries i recognize, and i can squee for people who are claimed by artists i like. it's an exciting time.
also, speaking of exciting, yesterday i spent waaaay too much time at work either thinking about or actually writing a steve/bucky au. >.< and then i sent it off to beta. and hopefully soon people will be able to read it. no one is going to understand how weird this is but me, that i wrote a. an fpf au, b. an mcu au, and especially c. not even a "what if we diverged at this point in canon" au. (no, seriously - if i want to write something that au, i stir it around in my head until it's original fic and its own thing. that's where the ot4 came from - i don't write harry potter fic and never wanted to, but something about the marauders as american college students flipped a switch in my head. and thus were the ot4 born.)
my idea was original fic at first, and for most of the morning that's what i thought about. i might have even made some notes on my phone while i was waiting for the bus. (my god, i love smartphones.) but at the same time, when i mentioned the au on lj azewewish told me i should write it. and my response, as it always is, was "no, because i'm really, really not qualified." because really, i'm not qualified. but she said i should. and apparently i listened to her. so it's her fault.
and then i mentioned it on twitter and chaneen got all excited (and in the process of trying to find out how old steve was when his mom died - because i asked - she found some really nice clothes commentary - like, how to date a flashback by the cut of a suit) (it was very cool), so it's also kind of her fault.
fic was written, people are being blamed. and i wrote through my lunch break, which may or may not be made more impressive by the fact that i eat lunch late (because i get home late) so by 3:30 i was STARVING and ate my sandwich at my desk because fic! being written! and when it was finished(ish) i went to starbucks for a half-price frappuccino, because it was frappuccino happy hour and i deserved one.
i mean. i just. WHUT. seriously, self, what the hell.
oh god i hope it's good enough to share with strangers. i hope people like it.
sort of related, kind of, i bring you ye olde slashe shippes - blog posts about slashy medieval stories. like, le morte d'arthur. and sir gawain and the green knight (which i read in college and i totally don't remember the slashy bits, altho to be fair it was before i was fitted with slash goggles). it's kind of tongue-in-cheek but there's some actual scholarship, and in any case, dig the medieval dudes kissing each other. repeatedly. yes, really.
and now i need to get dressed and go to the bank before it closes and GET SHIT DONE.