Am I seriously officially in love with you because my one biggest pet peev about any kind of bandfic is that THERE JUST NEVER IS ENOUGH CONOR GODDAMNED OBERST. GODDAMNIT. Seriously, he deserves at least small cameos in every single story ever written. And yeah, *hero worship*. Your writing is fucking perfect, you've never once let me down yet. *clings*
I...know nothing about Conor Oberst, other than he writes bitter songs about drinking too much and hating people, which is apparently enough to convince me that he's a serial killer (my pet peeve is that whenever I read fic with him in, he's boring. Let the disillusioned boy have some fun).
So I have absolutely no idea who rec'd this to me or how I got here because it's been sitting open for a couple days and I have no memory, but HOLY SHIT am I glad I got here because this is - this is gorgeous, and ridiculously hot, and seriously, have you tried to sell this somewhere? There's gotta be a market for this; I mean, Poppy Z Brite got published, right? This is just - gorgeous.
I have no idea how you got here, but I'm so glad you did (I began checking me email as a 'meh' kinda drunk, I finish as a 'hee!' one). I haven't tried selling it, I probably won't try selling it, but I'm flattered and swooshily happy because a) you said nice things and b) I fangirl you like mad.
But seriously, I am so serious, I would try and publish this if I were you. I mean, you don't use last names, so you wouldn't even have to change them, and very little would have to be done to fancy it up for publication, and I would buy a nine-dollar paperback anthology to own this story. Seriously. I keep using that word because I mean it, and also because I am redundant.
Okay, I was hungry so I got my lovely tasty dinner and sat down in front of the computer to read this, because earlier my friend was spazzing to me about how amazing it was and how I had to read it.
So I said, hey, this is cool, I'll read it as I have dinner, that's gonna work out great.
But wow, oh my God. After the third paragraph the food started to feel like ashes and I'd lost my appetite - even though I was ravenous before, having just got from the gym (lol) - because this fic. Oh my shit, this fic. It's overwhelming, completely overwhelming. It just captivated all my senses and had my heart beating faster in my chest and oh, I'd never imagined John Nolan and Conor like that, but oh my shit. This suits them perfectly, especially Conor. I love his little psycho ways, and it's especially good how you gave John a deeper character level: how he's fully aware of the fact that Conor's, well, mental, but how he still loves (?) him and loves it and can't quit it. And how his own insanity is only hinted, like when you try and catch a
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Although technically this is fluff because they're all together and pretty and in love; it's just fluff that forgot its meds.
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Am I seriously officially in love with you because my one biggest pet peev about any kind of bandfic is that THERE JUST NEVER IS ENOUGH CONOR GODDAMNED OBERST. GODDAMNIT.
Seriously, he deserves at least small cameos in every single story ever written.
And yeah, *hero worship*.
Your writing is fucking perfect, you've never once let me down yet.
*clings*
Full marks, m'love.
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I...know nothing about Conor Oberst, other than he writes bitter songs about drinking too much and hating people, which is apparently enough to convince me that he's a serial killer (my pet peeve is that whenever I read fic with him in, he's boring. Let the disillusioned boy have some fun).
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In conclusion: yay!
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But seriously, I am so serious, I would try and publish this if I were you. I mean, you don't use last names, so you wouldn't even have to change them, and very little would have to be done to fancy it up for publication, and I would buy a nine-dollar paperback anthology to own this story. Seriously. I keep using that word because I mean it, and also because I am redundant.
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So I said, hey, this is cool, I'll read it as I have dinner, that's gonna work out great.
But wow, oh my God. After the third paragraph the food started to feel like ashes and I'd lost my appetite - even though I was ravenous before, having just got from the gym (lol) - because this fic. Oh my shit, this fic. It's overwhelming, completely overwhelming. It just captivated all my senses and had my heart beating faster in my chest and oh, I'd never imagined John Nolan and Conor like that, but oh my shit. This suits them perfectly, especially Conor. I love his little psycho ways, and it's especially good how you gave John a deeper character level: how he's fully aware of the fact that Conor's, well, mental, but how he still loves (?) him and loves it and can't quit it. And how his own insanity is only hinted, like when you try and catch a ( ... )
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