seperis | recs: long fic

Due to work related overtime--every day but Sunday for the last week, including today, I am logging a terrifying number of hours, but it helps that Duckling keeps me entertained--I'm in a comfort-fic zone and my Kindle makes it ridic convenient to do so. Especially if one happens to--due to pure absentmindedness, not kidding--get on the bus going north toward home but the wrong bus going north and end up going to Techridge when one lives--well, nearer to Rundberg?--yeah, if you are in Austin, you're laughing at me, but it was a nice drive! Got in lots of reading.

Including the following this last week:

Qui Habitat by

domarzione - both unfinished novel and series, an AU in which the Ori conquered the Milky Way and are on their way to Pegasus. It helps to have some SG1 basics, but it's not necessary, context will be given. The novel that starts teh series is the WIP, but it has nine related short stories as well.

This story has the distinction of being the only one I've recced no less than five times--I just checked--and the reasons for this are multitude. It's politically complex, with high worldbuilding--and I do mean high--and a stunning range of characters both primary pov and secondary. It has backstory not just for plot purposes but to flesh out the world, some short, some longer, all riveting. The style is very spare--I think I told her once that she wrote the most ruthlessly unemotional prose in history and more than that, for all the right reasons and for the most effective reasons--the horrors are more horrific and the heroics are more heroic when they're laid out so baldly and so precisely. Jonah's story, Huma, is the most emotionally exhausting of them, and the precision is devastating to read and worse when you re-read--which seems impossible, but there's no end to the way Jonah's slow breakdown hits you no matter how you come at it--Jeannie Miller's story, Loyaulte Me Lie comes from a place where utter exhaustion of everything takes the place of logic when there's nothing left of hope, so you'll hope for anything, anything at all.

It's extremely re-readable as well, which puts it in my top ten. I come back to it about once a year and every time, I somehow forget something and get caught up in it again. I think sometimes it works best on re-read because of that--you read for what you know more closely and hit everything you missed.

The Retrograde Series by ltlj - I did a long rec here of it, but have recced various parts of the both original story and the series itself more than ten times, and it's still one of my favorites to re-read because like the above, it's complicated worldbuilding, it's political and complex adn fascinating, and it's a completely different view of Atlantis as it was and as it should have been.

Fireball by

celli - John/Rodney - the NASCAR AU of Stargate Atlantis, and from this I learned more than I ever thought I wanted to know about racing cars, NASCAR politics, and monkeys on a track at the wrong place at the wrong time. Again, worldbuilding, hell yes, and good characterization and a monkey which right there just makes everything magic.

The Identical Series by

lanning - Smallville - I recced it here nad probably some other times too. I wish I could say something I haven't said before other than wheee! But it's kind of like that. Smallville AU of the best kind, with nothing that broke our hearts--or our suspension of disbelief, which I want to point out, to even be a Smallville fan you walked into that willing to pretty much believe black was white if told to in a firm enough voice, or that anyone gets junk mail delivered to the hospital--YES THAT STILL GETS TO ME OKAY--or everything fell apart with the destiny of a rain of blood (and potentially toads).

But this is like, everything I wanted Smallville not to be because they woudl really do it badly if they tried but Lanning did it well! Imposters, clones, awesome OC's, plottiness, Lex angst, Jonathan not a dick--no, seriously, he's awesome and you love him, it's insane, lions lie with lambs and whatnot--meteor rocks, and jumping from balconies because you're not afraid. And issues with the Whoville Who's and their Christmas shenanigans with special mention of the manpain of the Grinch.

If anything's gonna get me through one more week of this, it's gonna be these fic, just saying.

First, a rec (I am contractually obligated to rec the writer that was one of the major reasons I was like "Oh my God Merlin, yes, please"):

The Tower by

astolat - Merlin/Arthur, I know, new and strange, but also, I roll over and die for sexual manipulation and magical manipulation and combining those two is like teh equivalent of drowning me in delicious. The thing is, if you ever want to know the kink that is both my biggest squick and most dramatic bulletproof at the same time, it's a remix I wrote about Rodney McKay molesting John Sheppard's mind while in hologram form and okay this is not about me but is about my kinks. I haven't even feedbacked yet. I keep stopping and going Christ, Merlin because also, Merlin is not rational here and wow, who knew I had a very special button for that? Yes, shocking.

( spoilers for story, thoughts on Merlin, random )

Okay, before I forget, because I'm *so* behind in reccing it's ridiculous.

In The Fullness Of Time (The Shores of Lost Carcosa Remix) by

synecdochic - SG1 by way of Robert Chambers. Now why I'm reccing this.

I have a serious weakness for well-executed pastiche--for that matter, any kind of stylization when it's done well. Syne pulled the formal first-person of twenties horror (and you know who else wrote like this? Lovecraft. Yes). This is good and I was utterly thrilled to give it a look over because this isn't a style that's seen anymore outside of pastiche. The story is good and solid and I'd recommend on its merits, but even if I didn't like the story, I'd recommend it anywa for the mastery of this particular and demanding style of writing.

Even if you have no interest in SG1, Phillips, or horror, read it for the delicate attention to language, the careful formality of the prose, and the weaving of horror to the cusp of drama but never quite touching. Syne skillfully uses the formality to increase the peripheral of horror, the things that seep through the edges of reality, paying careful attention to setting and a very modern character. The rhythm gets to me; reading it out loud is almost surreal, this feeling of being in a very dark New England in a very old house with something far more ancient than Time surrounding you.

As a fanfic, it's Syne, so it goes without saying that it's good. As an exercise in style, it's close to flawless.

Dear reader, I dreamed, and knew myself to be dreaming; the carpet upon which I trod was thick and luxurious, my feet sinking into it with every step, its warp and weft reaching for me even as I stepped upon it; the walls of the corridor in which I stood were papered richly with an ivory and silken damask, upon which were drawn, not roses, but the unlikely choice of cabbage-flowers. In the distance I could hear the rustle of voices, paper-thin and indistinct; the clatter of glassware punctuated the disjointed threads of music arising from the string quartet whose presence could not be seen, only assumed. The music crept outward, filling my ears, so subtle it was barely audible and yet so compelling it crept into my thoughts and nested there, as though it sought to carve itself a corner of my mind. In the way of dreams I could not now name you the air they played. I only know it for the sense it left me, edgy and nervous as though it were a knife's-edge danger; it took me some moments to identify the cause, the lead violin racing ahead of the other strings by half a step, leaving discord in its wake.

Try reading it out loud. Seriously.

So I keep re-reading the remix of Shed Your Skin, because it is just that damn cool. Mostly because I'm always most curious about why a particular story was chosen. For me, it's usually a single thing--a line, a word, a short and bright second of a scene, and I think, yes, that. (I mean, I have loved all my remixes indecently, but remixing Trin's fic into Empty got me high--I spent half of it going "Oh my God I can soulbond scientifically. I love SGA! I love holograms! I LOVE EVERYTHING" and half of it going "Probably don't want to create a universe where people say 'Hail Rodney full of Grace' even if that would be really really cool." You know, as one does.

However. I have not been genuinely shocked by a choice of remix before. Except when Katherine freaking redid an entire series and I'm still amazed she pulled that off. That was neat.

So anyway. In a combination of egoism (whee my story!) and also because if the remixer is like me, they stared at it for ten minutes (hours, days) and told ten friends "She is going to hate this and unfriend me and then send ninjas, I can feel it"--what I liked about this.

For reference:
Shed Your Skin (The Sledgehammer Remix)
Shed Your Skin (original)

Below cut.

( shed your skin; the extended edition )

On my list of Seriously, these are comfort recs because I don't know why they soothe me--they shouldn't, but totally hit this--it's not a kink place. It's the deeply romantic place. And not just the deeply romantic place. It's all--mixy. Um. Awesome. It is awesome.

And comfort. These I tend to come back to get my comfort and Sheppard/McKay fix.

Second Skin, Skintight, Flesh Wounds, and Posture by

toft_froggy

( yes, the number thing; it's just easier for me )

In conclusion--I should make brownies today.

Okay, I feel crappy, so I like to even out the universe. Per usual, long recs, or, Jenn's Number System of Utter Love For a Fic.

For reference:

Checkmate'verse by

beadattitude

There is nothing about this story that I don't utterly love, from the transformation, to John's coping, to everyone else's coping, to Rodney the cat-person and John-person.

( all the things I love. with numbers! )

I'm looking forward to the end of this so much. It's just that awesome.

Other longer recs of fic are under the long recs tag. I think I have most of them under there now, but still hunting them.

I feel I should post something more interesting than I bought a new outfit to go with my shoes (that still are hard on the big knuckle of my foot, sadly) or I finally had a cinnabon and totally understand the hype, or that I have Godiva chocolate liquor and it's good, but honestly, not as great as I'd thought. Hoped. Whatever.

So I'll rec.

History of Maps by

rageprufrock, Rodney, John/Rodney, sequel to Cartography by Touch. Which isn't up at her new site yet, but I'll be honestly surprised if anyone in SGA reading this hasn't read it yet.

It's even softer than the first, and more abrasive, because it's Rodney and he's merciless with himself, and it's lovely, and it hurts because it's about John, and Rodney's been with him on this journey just as alone and only able to watch. It's different and the same as the first--the same easy pace, the same uncomplicated life being lived, except everything is complicated now. I really--I just really love this story.

( cartography, rape, fic, neuroses )

This is actually a re-rec, but it never hurt anyone to hear about an amazing story twice, and because she posted another story in that universe.

For your refernece.

The Jenny Code
Poppies in November - Sheppard pov, post The Jenny Code
In Abeyance -Rodney pov of the events of The Jenny Code

miss_porcupine fills a gap that no other SGA writer does, in a strong and clear focus on the military side of Atlantis. She brings them to life in a way that makes it accessible to the non-military of us (which is, face it, way too many of us, with preconceived and often horrifically stereotyped notions of what being in the military is and what soldiers are like), and writes, to me, the best, most well-rounded Lorne in the fandom. This one is--it's relatively straight forward; a hostage situation, a mission, getting everyone back. But the people that make those decisions, how they're made, the interpersonal dynamics and differing, conflicting loyalties, the complexities of a war that's mostly undeclared and with vague edges that don't quite meet--it's amazing. It's simply, utterly amazing in simple, clean pros that unfolds an amazingly complex story beneath it all of life in the Pegasus Galaxy, a war that isn't quite declared, and balancing what's right and what's necessary.

I cannot recommend this highly enough. Heavy plot, heavy action, a lot of wonderfully realized characters. This is among the best of what our fandom has to offer in fiction.

Special rec for In Abeyance -

miss_porcupine has said before she's not quite comfortable writing Rodney. It can't be proven by this story. A very non-military man viewing a very military operation, with the near-visible changes that Pegasus has wrought on how he thinks and reacts. It's--it's *good*. He's used to being with Sheppard, going on these missions, and his barely restrained desire to go when he knows that in this operation he can only be a liability, the need for this very civilian man to be part of it--it's wonderful. Tightly restrained Rodney, angry and terrified and watching helplessly because he knows there's nothing he can do here--I just don't have words. It has to read.

And added bonus -

pentapus with a drawing of injured John from The Jenny Code.

Yeah, you should be reading this. I can't possibly do it justice in a single rec

Child felt poorly, so stayed home today. Weird side note: I am apparently most inspired to write apocalypse-fic while I'm at work.

That is funny. Admit it. That's *hilarious*. I'm sitting there in my cubicle writing stuff like this:

Dean hasn't seen a calendar in years; he knows the seasons by the movement of the sun, the feel of the earth shifting from warm to cold. The world tastes like September, and Dean remembers west Texas in flat land stretching in marker-thick strips of vivid brown and black, the yellow tops of maize waving in pre-autumn winds, threshers moving complacently through the fields with drowsy men in hats waving at the road. He remembers green and gold fields of cows placid under the sun, half-year calves running on the outskirts of the herds. He remembers these were what he saw between jobs, lives being lived that had nothing to do with creeping twilight and sleeping only behind salt circles and ritual wards.

*****

Words, words, words

One of the things I perenially repress and encourage is my sheer love of building pictures through words. I fight it off for periods of time I like to call phases of insanity, because going too deep that way ends you with stuff like Flight, which I leave up at my website as a constant reminder never to let my passion for overwriting overcome say, writing an actual story.

*eyes it* I swear, I'd use that sucker as a teaching exercise in everything you should never do in writing. Right up there with writing about sex without once ever letting the reader know anyone was having sex and not just a really intense acid flashback.

I was thinking about how I tend to categorize writers into fairly distinct camps. These camps--or you know, groups, what have you--have less to do with fandom, skill level, ability to punctuate properly, or even style. It's--hard to explain except by this idea that there are some writers, good or bad, who write from a place I can comprehend and some from a place I can't. It's a style thing, but it's also something else entirely. It's almost like the equivalent of realizing that your light spectrum isn't theirs. It's has nothing to do with intrpretation of canon, characters, pairing, or even tone of the story, because all of them have and did and will write my OTP at one time or another. It's something they bring into the fic that's more than I didn't see it before they wrote it; it's that before they wrote it, I never knew it was there. More than even that, there is no way as my mind is shaped that I could have seen it. I guess it may have a lot to do with style, but it's more than even that. They're seeing a world I don't, and I can't, not until they show me. And they see it in a way that I never could.

I'm trying to put together a short list of writers and fic that gave me this start of shock, but putting it in words is a lot like trying to describe a visceral reaction--I can't explain my claustrophobia, just tell you it's there, and it will make me go nuts in fairly short order. I can tell you they blew my mind writing the most mundane things in such a way that I saw a brand new world, but honestly, that sounds creepily like some kind of orgasmic-religious experience.

Okay, got one. Below the cut.

( basingstoke, 3jane, kharessa, rachel sabotini )

When I think of Jane St. Clair's Tom Paris in Kiev, I sometimes think of John Sheppard in America. Seventeenish, after Rodney brought him back and brought him up and couldn't let him go. Awkwardly antisocial and still filled with memories he only finds in his dreams of alien skies and worlds his feet have never stepped foot on. Of people that are growing to be more memory than reality when Atlantis went silent one horrified day and Rodney broke down in his office when John came home from classes.

When they told Rodney that the gate wouldn't engage and Atlantis was lost to them.

I think John took it badly.

It was actually kind of funny.

When I woke up this morning, my mouth tasted very--blue. Silvery blue, metal but not blood, but I ignored it and got dressed. By ten, the ache in my cheekbone sent me to our new supervisor, who looked me over with a half smile when I said I could probably last two more hours but I really didn't think I'd make it through the rest of the day. She nodded and remarked she hadn't thought I'd come in today, considering, which made me think, God, did I look that bad?

Apparently, yes.

So I sat down and took twenty five calls in two hours, or about what most of my unit takes all day to answer, bringing me to forty-seven or so, which is how many I usually answer in a day. Part of it was distraction and to make up for the fact I'd be out in the afternoon. Mostly, I'm making my unit look like shit comparatively speaking. And you have no idea how very much I don't care. Could be how tired I am, or my jaw ache, or the fact that the stitches in my gum came out spontaneously at work yesterday and freaked me out--but you know. I don't have time to be mediocre.

I can't take narcotics at work--my attention span isn't great on my best days, and as a friend last night remarked, it's hard to talk to me when I'm up because I can't track multiple conversational topics well. It's--frustrating. I guess it's also a little embarrassing.

But anyway, home, drinking warm milk and trying to check for swelling on my gum and cheekbone.

Right now, more comfort fic. It's a habit. When I feel like crap, I like to make other people feel good. So.

Your Cowboy Days Are Over (Mammas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys) by

samdonne

I don't think, even to the author, I've really been able to articulate why this story is right now my favorite, bar none, in any fandom. A lot of it is the worldbuilding, which is extraordinarily rich and detailed, that she made familiar and real so fast it's hard to believe it's not canon. A lot of it is the range of characters used--from Ekaterin and Ben--God, *Ben*--to Kolya, whose extraordinary characterization and utilization still leaves me breathless and a little sad that canon would never take this path. The sheer quality of the writing is a given.

( spoilers for fic )

I thought I'd be able to write more, but instead, I'm going to curl up for a bit until the drugs kick in.

Okay, been up for an hour with--shocking!--tooth pain after *four hours* of sleep, so basically at this point, we can just go with I'm clinically insane and no longer responsible for what I do. My first act will be to declare myself queen of--hmm. Actually, I have no idea. But I would like to belatedly thank all the people on my buddylist for distracting me most of last night, since this has been getting steadily worse for the last couple of days. I love you all. Should I ever be queen of anything, I swear, brownies to everyone. And you know. Hot sex slaves. That sort of thing.

Okay, so comfort fic. Currently, and I honestly am still surprised I'm saying this, the prize for making me ungodly happy is Coming Home by

xanthestories, prequel to General and Doctor Sheppard (link leads to part 1).

This isn't a conditional rec, but a--hmm. If you really liked General Sheppard, you'll like this one. You are group one. This is not aimed at you. If you, like me, did *not* get into the first one, okay, this rec is specifically for you. You are group two.

I didn't like the first one--nothing against the author, but I'm fairly specific on my bdsm and *really* specific on my John characterizations. The compare/contrast of universes did not work for me mostly because the AU was *too* different and I couldn't get context for a *lot* of the behavior. Coming Home, just for the fact that the author managed--and I have no idea how she did this--to build the freaking universe these people belong to? AWESOME. I mean--seriously, that is freaking *cool*. It's like candyland. Everyone's hot and wearing leather every day and being growly and possessive and seriously, who cannot love Miko in PVC boots, okay? Christ. The internal logic is sound, there are very intersting variations on characterization--but this is a strong enough AU I feel fairly comfortable with a wider field of characterization than I usually do. It's a wonderful, cuddly BDSM romance, Harlequin taking a trip to the toy store, but more than that, it's a good story. Just with floggers and collars and things.

I love that she's trying this, that she obviously put *thought* into this world and how this society might/could work, and frankly, she gets a ton of credit off the bat for attempting something this ambitious. I love how she keeps good internal logic. I love that she's hitting and bouncing on a lot of my kinks, period. I love that I am, for the first time in a long time, *obsessively* following a wip to see what on earth she'll do next. I am happy. I'm hitting *refresh* obsessively from midnight to one-fifteen--which seems to be her window of posting.

First and most important thing:

Here the lovely

ltlj gave *hysterical* comment fic set in the Retrograde universe. Post-Vegas. Adorable. Wonderful. OMG JACK.

You can see why she's one of my measuring sticks of my own work in SGA, right? That's just *cool*.

DVD Commentary Challenge

Okay, I've sucked with keepingn up with the challenge responses and I got very lucky.

general_jinjur has offered to help out, so we're splitting it between us and bringing it up to date. And I will not let this fall behind again.

I owe her, God, I don't know. Maybe I should hunt down her fandom of choice and write her something for it? But yes. Cookies for

general_jinjur for being so awesome.

Dental Continuance

You know it's bad when your dentist comes in, opens your mouth, takes a look, and immediately offers you a stronger painkiller. My white-lipped silence must have said a lot. I don't even want to know what that tooth looks like. I mean, seriously. Not at all.

Anyway, he referred me to an oral surgeon, so I'm calling this afternoon to get that out of the way and scheduled while waiting for my script to be finished. I took two more vicadin when I got home from the dentist, since I hadn't been sure if it was okay to take them right before a dental visit. Expect more of the warm and cuddly jenn wandering around--seriously, if this didn't make me itch like an attack of hives, I could easily be a really functional junkie on this stuff. I sit around thinking how much I love everyone, am moved to tears of sheer joy and gratitude when

svmadelyn chats with me, and offer up dirty weekends to

amireal while telling her about my feelings. It's all very glossy and not a little creepy. But luckily, in the glossy place, I lose my line between friendly and scary. Or I'll be the one between doses who snaps short and that's very not of the good.

Um, so if you are the person I snapped at? I'll be apologizing tonight. It wasn't you at all--I just had to wait for the next dose and it was screwing with my mood. If I'd just stayed off for anotehr hour or so, I wouldn't have been like that.

Okay, the new dose has kicked in. Let's do some more comfort fic!

Comfort Fic Recs, Group Two

Quarks, Quantum Chromodynamics and Other Unproven Theories by

amireal

I love this one for so many reasons this, too, will need numbers.

( fic spoilers ahead )

And one more, before I pass out in the pretty place. Or just lay in bed and stare at the ceiling feeling *way* too good.

Fearless, Mindless Fancy by

giddygeek

I love this one just for being so freaking *fun*. A haunted house! John the psychic! Rodney as Scully! Evil supernatural thing! How could this not be the funnest, happiest, cutest thing *ever*? Made of love. One of the Harlequin Challenge responses that made me all "Awww" and "Mmm" and *pretty*. I want a sequel to this like no one's business on their next wild adventure. So. Much.

Link here for your reading pleasure.

This is fairly random. I'm kind of stoned and my jaw is *killing* me, so I turned to my comfort fic.

Retrograde (and sequels) by

ltlj

I can see the blinking of, what, comfort? Yes. Yes this is.

( fic spoilers under cut )

Geeks and Goons series by likethekoschka (cowriters Koschka and liketheriver),

likethekoschka

Okay, there is no way I can do a number one here; a.) it's too long and b.) my concentation right now sucks. I loved koschka's gen series, Geeks and Goons and I adore the slash Guides group that's set after that. It's--God, it's plot and adventure and romance and it hits my OTP button hard and never lets up. It makes me happy just to know it's there. I love that it's a complete and utter romance as well, mixed with action/adventure and mortal peril and a lot of snark. I love their shared quarters and their shared lives and their weird idiosyncracies and their happiness together. I feel *good* after reading it, happy and at peace with the universe and wanting to see what whacky hijinks they have next.

And link to that one:

likethekoschka

And finally.

The Roads Never Lead Where They're Suppose to Go by

eleveninches

A lot of this one is the fact that the very premise should not work. But it totally does.

( fic spoilers under cut )

Warm and fuzzy feelings everywhere. Mmm. Fuzzy.

Here, ninety-one listed found individuals, many still missing or presumed lost. A few stories, a lot of websites.

Finished updating to current, I think. I need to go back and double check all the comments, so more people have been added to the listing. I keep having this half-desire to build a database--yes, you can stop laughing now--to keep track of those who move between fandoms via their lj names and hook up all their former fandoms and acknowledged pseudonyms. A fannish registry, if you will. Oh! I could extend it to X-Files and other older fandoms! I could build a website for it all! And then I remember I'm lazy and would need to buy a new domain to house it all.

Fannnish project. I said I wanted one. *shakes head* I can't even think of what kind of script I'd need to run it.

But.

I spent the last week making a mental list of people I've missed. Pre-Smallville. Two link game can get me to any SV person I would want to find, possibly less. QaF--probably two links at most with most I like to keep up with. Movieverse--mostly I think I can find everyone, or know who to ask to find them, or conversely, I desperately want to forget them. Some--hmm. Some I know are gone for good--and let me tell you, nothing is more depressing than writing the line "presumed left fandom". Some don't claim that name or fandom or those stories, some stories are taken off the net and gone forever, some are around but I just haven't found them yet. It's weirdly unsettling. Koi and I were once talking about archives that seem to stand forever--Trekiverse, Gossamer among the oldest--and how they could vanish in a freaking *lightning storm*. Okay, yes, I know most servers are better protected than that, but still. EMP pulse. Yes, most are backed up in more than one place--I still have the entire XMMFF archive zipped into a corner of my harddrive. But go with it.

I have this entire depressingly nostalgic post stuck somewhere in my folders--I have a folder of posts I will never post, and considering you've seen what I'm willing to post publicly, that's really saying something--that's all about the vague sense of displacement at the realization that a part of my first fandom is completely inaccessible right now due to the loss of the people I first looked up to, waxed eloquent on feeling rootless, and possibly mourning how it's differnent than it was back in teh days of mailing lists.

I'm waiting on permission for one story still on another author, so I'll start with D'Alaire.

Recs

Irremission and Avalar by

dalaire, Paris/Torres, multiple pov. The first one is written in a way that, if you've read my story Gladly Beyond, you'll say, Ah, this is where she got it. Yes, this is where I got it.

Irremission and Avalar are a Voyager AU, change point set pre-Voyager, rich use of original characters and some of the best world building ever.

D'alaire was the first Voyager novelist I read, the first I loved, the first I couldn't get out of my head. She was exactly what I wanted to be as a fannish author and she's stood the test of time that I can read her now and still love her fic. Extremely character-driven plot, and character-centric plot. Extremely, *extremely* detailed world building. But this isnt' her best work.

This is.

The Word Painter

Paris/Torres, AU, changepoint season two, 2.4 MB

It's long. This is a three or four day read. Well, I read it as it was being posted, but. Yeah. It's there in everything I rec, everything I read; everything I have ever loved in fic comes from here. All my taste was formed in this novel, what I ask of a good author, what I ask of a great author, what I expect of good worldbuilding, of a good AU. Every story I've read in seven years--seriously, it's July, I just finished my seventh year in fandom--is put up against this story as the example of how it's done. None have ever transcended it.

samdonne is the first to equal it in sheer scope. It's amazing. For me--and I was just finishing my first year in fandom when I read it--it was the ultimat example of an author taking the source text and transcending it.

It's stuffed full of OCs that are fleshed out and utterly real. She built an entirely new *civilization*, complete with a complete *culture* and sent our characters in, and it's a mystery that isn't a mystery at all. It left me breathless and hurting and happy. And I read it so many times I have parts *memorized*. And I still love it to distraction. It's still my standard in worldbuilding, in OC creation, in culture building.

I am talking about this way too much. Yeah. I don't care. It's breathtaking and it's everything and it makes me feel like I'm in Voyager again the first year and reading this and thinking, this is what I've been waiting for. This is why I'm *in* fandom. This is why I'll stay. I want to read these, write these, *be like this*. Have a mind capable of creating something this utterly mindblowing. Hone myself until I'm capable of doing something close to this good.

I'm still getting there.

Original Entry Date: 8/19/2007, 23:23
Backdated Entry Date: created 8/20/2007, 15:37, partial copy of privatized entry.

I'm seriously beginning to wonder if Te said 'jump', I wouldn't even bother saying 'how high', I'd just do it.

*shakes head* I am spineless putty in her BNFesque iron fist.

I'll get to that later. Another day. Just be aware. Dangerous lady.

Recs

Yes, this surprised me too.

Before the Songs Were Made by emerlin.

I'm a huge whore for a good title--see the fact I tend to steal them if they appeal to me enough. But oddly, it wasn't the title that caught my attention this one time.

This did.

"I'll tell you something, though, Clark." He's so near now that he hardly needs to speak above a murmur. He is straddling Clark's thighs, feet rooted on either side of his body, legs splayed slightly to bring him near. Clark is still gripping the back of the bench, head back and chest rising rapidly with each
breath. There isn't enough air down here, and Clark is beginning to wonder what life will be like with claustrophobia and agoraphobia when Lex speaks again.

"People will tell you that you need to conquer your fear. That you should make yourself the master of it, vanquish it and move on with your life the stronger for it." Clark is pretty sure who 'people' might be in Lex's case. He flashes
on a vision of Lionel lecturing a young Lex, and shivers. The shivers grow as Lex leans in even tighter, now only inches away from his face. "But that's bullshit, Clark. The fear never goes. It never goes away."

I was just moving email, dammit. Stupid damned good lines.

I loved this for about a ton of reasons, but the biggest is how the author gave us the world with minimal fuss and backstory. A few lines here or there to sketch the basics, leaving the rest to pure imagination. It's a wonderful way to do it if the author's good enough to pull it off, and she most definitely is.

The dissonance between Clark and Lex is perfect--they're no where near enemies, but miles and miles away from close friends. The slightest edge of an unspoken armed truce that they both know will break and break soon, but for now--for now, it's all a fragile status quo.

Fear and what comes of it. Falling and flying. How you never really can get away from what you are. This is beautifully concieved and written, and highly recommended.

Things

Child started school. Untraumatizing and strangely surreal. I did so much laundry I think I broke a record. But the closet is clean and during my search and destroy, found a lot of shoes I apparently own.

I mean, a LOT of shoes. And strangely, all variations of brown and black, with the stinging shock of one pair of red slip ons and one pair of red velvet heels. It's bizarre. It really, really is.

Yes, red velvet heels. My aunt got them for me in some strange shopping trip. I wear them with jeans, because frankly, they--well, they're red velvet HEELS. What on earth DO they go with?

Work was scary. I won't even go into how scary, but it was scary. Also, woman was banned today for threatening my supervisor, who was oh so not amused. It would be funny if I wasn't vaguely aware disgruntled people might be bullshit ninety-nine percent of the time, but the one percent they aren't is always pretty damn destructive.

Teh guy situation is resolved messily and we're into ignoring each other completely, which is pretty much the story of my life wiht people and further evidence that I am not a people person, nor was I ever meant to be allowed a relationship with another human being.

Fandoms

You know you're obsessed when you start grinning while replaying various scenes from QaF in your head when clients are annoying you. I think "what would Justin do?" because frankly, I'm not entirely sure Brian's methodology of dealing would be feasible. Fun, yes, but let's face it, sex for girls requires a lot more than a quick unzip, kay? Stupid interior sex organs. Gah.

I just love the boy for his sheer ability to stalk successfully. He makes me smile a lot.

*happy place*

Been mulling, strangely enough, adding to Standing in the Common Spaces. Not for any other really good, artistic reason other than vanity, I think, and boredom. Mostly because I like writing Peter--he's kind of what I wish Clark could become eventually, though I know he never will. Plus, it'd be plotted, and the challenge would do me good.

Not that I'm doing anything but mulling. I'm pretending Word doesn't exist, at least until I finish tabulating the Treasury stuff. Which, unsurprisingly, is requiring me to use a calculator more than I'm comfortable with. I pride myself on the fact I can do most arithmetic in my head still, but when one starts getting dizzy staring at the screen, it's time to face reality and get a pad or a calculator. Stupid brain.

(story available on website, Find Me)

I've been meaning to start putting up some of the Very Long Feedback I've sent authors, since these work very well as recs and also save me much in the way of time. So. As I get time to look, I'll put them up for fun, and also, makes it easier to update my recs page with actual reasoning on why I like a story.

To refresh memories, Past Grief was posted over a year ago, to a really stunned fandom. Think dropping a small asteroid into a really quiet pond and the ripples in some ways simply haven't stopped. The debates over the characterizations, the plotline, and the choice of material were huge and fascinating to everyone who followed them, and I followed pretty obsessively. As a massive influence on the fandom (A Handful of Dust can be considered almost a homage, considering I took the religious themes I saw in Past Grief and played with them quite mercilessly), it also influenced later characterizations of Clark, being a kind of grandparent to the ultradark apocalyptic angstfics that began to surface soon after its release. The themes of absolute, destructive, and really relentless love have been picked up by many and mmm. Yes.

More or less, the text sent to Te in late March of last year. I've edited for typos. When I say this story hit me between the eyes and has never moved from its place in my head? I'm seriously not kidding. You people should have seen me for the month after reading it--total inability to think of anything else.
( past grief, feedback and review )

Lalala four days to first day. Nope, not worried. REPRESSING.

Recs, the short version

Admit One by Gigi Sinclair. I ran across this on someone else's rec page and it's FIC I MISSED! *shocked* From A LONG TIME AGO! *grins* Anyway. Fun bit of Lex pov to read and enjoy. The movies just went so very, very wrong.

Four Things That Could Possibly Happen by dystocia. I love the Five Things challenge more every day. Four AUs, all of them so DAMN cool. Special atttention to one and three. Wow. Seriously, wow.

Found by

spyhop. Sequel to Seeking, and so cute. *happy sigh* Makes me happy.

*****

The lovely carlanesses sent me the prettiest cover for Fetish. Seriously, this is so cool. SV attracts the best manippers I have ever seen anywhere.

*happy sigh* I just like looking at it for long periods of time. Guh.

( cover for Fetish )

*more happy sighs* I love the world.

*****

In Which I Do My "Koi Is a Goddess on Earth" thing, or, Why I Think the Kents Were on Crack the Day of the Meteor Shower

Having ignored my friendslist for twenty four hours to focus on getting myself caught up, I went to look today, briefly, I swear, and lo, Koi had posted. As this is a blue moon sort of thing, I sat down to read and of course, it's on Mercy. Because this is a good week, God is kind, and apparently, I'm getting wishes granted ALL over the place.

For reference, Mercy. Revised, overhauled, and beyond excellent.

You know, the fic I consider the best SV's ever produced and part of my personal trifecta of fics that need to be read to reground myself in everything Smallville fanfic (or fanfic in general) can be when the author is superlative.

Right, you've heard me talk about this before? Consider this redux.

But first, without a doubt, read Mercy Redux, Part I and Mercy Redux, Part II, where

koimistress goes over what she revised, why, and what she was thinking when she wrote this. Incredibly interesting, insightful, and fascinating stuff.

( Mercy, the Kents, and aliens among us )

*****

How I Spent the Last Few Hours

I started this entry before I went to get dinner, and that was three and a half hours ago.

What, one must think. Whereas does she live, that she must gather food that far from home?

Funny story.

My sister and I decided to get dinner at McDonalds and Mr. Gattis tonight, so wandered off to do so after a diaper run to Wal-Mart. Blah blah blah somehow it's my fault (it's not), but the keys were locked in the car.

At McDonalds. With a one and a half year old girl and a six year old boy. It's cold and windy outside. It's very bright inside. They don't let these kind of experiences happen in PRISON, becaue it's cruel and unusual. My sister went looking for something to open the door, thus leaving me with The Children. Then she went looking for a cell phone.

Of course, no one we know is home. Because it's Friday and people have lives.

Anyway, long story short, one sundae, two orders of fries, a cheeseburger, a medium sprite, and a coffee later, (not to mention the giggling of an entire damn fast food restaurant when they figured out what had happened AND a kind of gripey yet strangely amused sister) my sister's fiancee brought the spare key and we got home safely.

But here's a couple of things I learned.

1.) Children can't cry when their mouths are full of ice cream and fries. Very valuable.
2.) The car antenna is a lot harder to get off than you might think.

Right. This has been a good night.

So the week has looked up by the end.

Let's start with the happy stuff. People who write fic.

Recs

Make Me Happy by Ash Jay. Threesomeness and wow, hot? Yes. Especially the imagery of Clark with a red K tongue ring which is possibly one of the best ideas I've heard in a looong time. Vaguely creepy ending, especially about going to see Lex after--I'm just wondering if he'll survive long enough to orgasm. *grins* Read and enjoy.

The Tick of the Universe by

penelope_z. I love her style period, and I love how she writes Lex and Clark. Melodic, beautiful, and bittersweet. Vintage Penelope.

Disturbing the Rhythm by Shellah. Hot. Very much. Damn. *grins*

Falliable Theory by zahra. An entrant in the Twelve Days of Pain for Clark challenge issued by

rageprufrock, and beautifully written. Lex POV. Very--ambiguous ending. Per usual, zahra makes me think.

Tax Haven by Melo. Hee! Another entrant in Celli's Taxfic challenge and hysterical. I loved it. Especially poor Clark and accounting beating him up.

Points of Triangulaton by

andariell. A lovely Chloe/Lana fic that worked beautifully with both characters. Much recommended for reading right now.

The Master Plan by ingrid. *dies* A hysterical fic for Celli's Taxfic Challenge, and ingrid does it short, sweet, and ruthless. I'm totally in love here.

Trinity: Three Things That Didn't Happen to Lionel Luthor by

serrico. Oh DAMN. Strange, surreal, WEIRD, and so damn cool. No spoilers, because dammit, it needs to be read straight through.

Capable by

destina Oh she makes me happy. Beautiful post-Suspect bit of ficness that does a lovely, lovely Clark.

Favorite Lines:

Lex's eyes are dark, his feelings no longer obscured; Clark knows that look. He's imagined it so often he's made it real. Clark isn't capable of looking away. Then he remembers: capable. Dominic had made the word ugly. Capable, he'd said - an implication of darkness. "In your heart, Clark, you've always known what Lex was capable of."

Yes, thinks Clark, as Lex kisses him, holds him, mends fences for him. I did know. He's capable of this.

*sniffles* Yes. Just like that. Beautiful.

Vulnerable Confusion by Henry Jones Jr. Post Rush redfic, Lana and Lex get a full dose of Clark at his most honest and most nasty. CLex, very good. Very painful, too. Wanna slap Clark. *G*

Everything's Eventual (Try to Act Surprised) by Lint. Chloefic.

Okay, this one? Hated on first read. Could NOT get it. Second read, though....

Oh wow. Yes. Again, stories like this? The reason I absolutely love to read fanfic.

( Everything's Eventual, spoilers for the story )

So. You know. Absolutely adore it now. Just adore it.

*****

Places to Go

This is a short list. I've barely skimmed my friends list and read the fascinating convos going on there.

Discussion of BDSM in SV by

penelope_z. Really interesting stuff going on with both the Lionel/Lex and Lex/Clark pairings in mind.

ClarkRage and Lex is a good friend by

liviapenn in which Livia discusses both the anger against Clark and why Lex really is a great friend. Hence the title. *g*

*****

Other Stuff

Working on fic. Liv gave me an idea--or I gave her one and she gave it back, not too sure on its genealogy there. My sister got an LJ. She leaves for the army in about a week and it's more than a little sad. She's also below minimal weight again, so her recruiter's working to get her those last three or so pounds--I think it was three or so pounds. And that about covers it. Interesting convos are mentioned above, as trust me, this is as interesting as I get. Mild sinus infection thing boring the hell out of me, but on the upside, wow, does my nose have some serious color! See, you know, storms, silver linings, platitudes galore going on here.

Huh. I miss Jack.

Anyway, going to go work on something. In lieu of that, look at Word menacingly and hope words appear magically. Which I think is perfectly possible, darn it.

Misty's--seriously amazing me.

Okay, you probably don't need background info on her, but she's been fannish FOREVER, and recently we both did time in X-Men Movieverse, where she wrote the first and definitive L/R story Fatal Caress, so was a massive influence to me even before we became friends. I loved her there, I read her B/A and A/C in the BtVS and Angel fandoms sometimes, and I tried VERY HARD to lure her into Smallville, even though she's been pretty much All Het, All the Time. I figured Lex would break her down. *g*

So of course, let me just dance, because she's written one of the BEST Chloe/Lana fics I've read.

In the Bedroom by Misty.

She did a LOT of things that surprised me. One, she worked inside canon and inside speculative canon. Two, she made me LIKE both Lana and Chloe equally, and trust me, that's an achievement. Three, she kept them in character, and managed to explain some of their more bizarre behavior on the show and make it reasonable. Four, she developed this so naturally that when the slashiness hit--it was perfect.

From Dichotic through the coming episode, she develops a both simple and complex relationship between two girls living together, both in love with the same guy, but also bonding with each other. It's a subtle story--Misty touches so lightly you have no idea where you're going until you get there, and it just seems right and natural once you do. The arguments are about Clark and yet have very little to do with him.

*grins* Know what else blows my mind? Her first slash story. I hoped she would write SOMETHING Smallville, because I love her work, but this is just--amazing.

I cannot recommend it highly enough.

Lalala, I'm procrastinating. And I found it instantly funny that Hope released a story called that.

But first,

rhiannonhero's Screen Name Meme.

seperis:

See, I never really meant to USE it for anything. When I started writing, it never occurred to me I'd need a webpage, as this was A.) a Hobby, and B.) I knew nothing about HTML. But lo, on my thirdish story (this was three years ago, so my recollection of events is hazy), I was working on my first fannish novel (though I didn't know it) and someone asked where I was archived.

Well, good question, as my list didn't have an archive and I knew even less about archives than I did about HTML.

So I went to geocities, because they appeared first. Amazingly, jenn wasn't avaiable. Imagine that. Nor jennifer or any other variation I could think of at the time. Who WOULD have guessed?

Now, to jump back about two years because, well, I want to, I started writing my first hard sci-fi novel (later cannibalized somewhat for the making of "In the Space of Seven Days", the Voyager novel mentioned above) and a fantasy novel. These had two character names I'd corrupted from professional novels--Sahine and Seperis. The second novel really has nothign to do with the story, except luck of the draw is that seperis was faster to type. Try it. Really. All those e's made life easier. It's basically the same reason I shortened to jenn awhile back. Privacy, bah. I just got oh so tired of typing my full name on every damn email and story.

For those who know their Melanie Rawn, Seperis is a corruption of Cipris, one of Ianthe's younger sisters who died before reproducing, killed by Pandsala. I can even remember the description of her. Sharp and bright as a new morning.

Cipris did not work in geocities at the time, so boom, Seperis won.

Yep. I'm a nerd. I just loved how the name looked on paper.

It's also the last name of a computer programmer on the net, but let's leave that part out since it's only relevant as an amusing google moment.

Anyway.

So seperis won for starting my geocities site. And since I, as everyone knows, forget passwords, birthdays, and pretty much everything that isn't nailed down on some part of my body, I kept it to keep consistency throughout my fanfic life. So seperis was translated to wr.com, diaryland, LJ, and then to illuminatedtext. I still like it. And no one else except the aforementioned programmer uses it, and it's actually his NAME, so hey. Yippee.

Right, boring as hell. I'll try to make up a more interesting story next time I'm asked. Involving rituals in subSaharic Africa and chanting down the Rhine. Until then.

Recs.

A Luthor Christmas by MitchPell. Okay, there are some problems. For the English purists among us, the accept/except issue will eventually make you bite your nails. a *LOT*. Just take deep breaths. A few other things I've heard mentioned as pet peeves come up, including dialogue grammar problems, but be calm through it. This is one of those times I think the author just needed a very strict grammar beta. The story itself is solid with an interesting Lex characterization following him from age six to adulthood. I liked the way the author set up the family, and it was, basically, a good story to read. I enjoyed it immsensely. And there is schmoop, for the schmoopy.

A Kiss Under the Mistletoe Just Happens by Jessica. Another fabulous installment in Jessica's Nickyverse, sweet and funny and adorable and awwww ness all over the place.

Backfired by Bren Antrim. I love how she seems to read my midn and post right when I start cravingher fic. Futurefic, Redfic, and funny and hot. Read and enjoy.

Procrastination by Hope. Mmm. Hot smutty goodness with a work-study Clark and Lex in bed. Delicious.

I took a few days and decided to read Rhiannonhero's entire Orbiting series from top to bottom in order. Which I did. I'm still torn.

Cut because I confuse myself sometimes and for spoilers.

( rhiannon's series )

And lo, I can be critical. Just not really.

See, the problem I have with when I do critical commentary is I'm appealed to by mood as much as by anything else. *shrug* So some things that won't appeal to other people appeal to me, and some things other people love make me shrug. So this is a completely subjective thing going on. For analytical, really, I'm not going to be doing it.

Mercy by Koi and Past Grief by Te are still my number one, love them forever stories of all time in this fandom, any mood. So I CAN be consistent!

Okay. Now for the third thing.

You know that thing I do where I skid to a halt and panic when things get long or I'm hitting an ending? Well, I'm not hitting an ending, but I skidded when I made the mistake of checking my word count for Somewhere I Have Never Travelled. Stupid word count. Anyway, I'm quietly panicking about the next section, because I was PLAYING and now this is suddenly--er, too long to play. It's now A Story. Which I must take Seriously. And think Serious Character Development Thoughts.

And how's THIS for a thought? Clark's HUMAN now! With a human immune system! He's never been immunized! He could get polio! Rubella! Whooping Cough! (for some reason, I wrote coffee there for cough and had to take a break to laugh myself hoarse. Better now.)

These are the sorts of things that come up every time I get the boys half-naked. Or I go half to sleep. This could explain my moodiness.

No, I don't need affirmation or anything, really, just amused at my own sheer anality. All my thanks for the comments and as soon as I stop staring at the end of this section and brooding over whether or not it forwards the plot (when did this get a plot?) I'll post it tonight.

*hugs to everyone* This is so cool.

*making more coffee*

Okay, three things I know and shouldn't have denied.

1.) Sleep does not improve my mood. I'm cutting back to six hours a night again. I was a little more tired, but a hell of a lot less moody than I have been the last few weeks. And I KNOW this. It's silly that I couldn't call up the self-disclipline to cut my sleeping down.

2.) Putting lights on different circuits MIGHT help the situation somewhat in the blowing fuses thing.

3.) Reading RivkaT will always blow my mind and improve my general outlook.

One day, I shall get those bronzed.

Recs, because I'm still high from a quadruple of Rivka's stories.

Ruat Caelum by RivkaT. More on this one below.

Gratitude by Caro. This was sweet. I love cuts out of time stories when they are done well, and this was done very well.

Comforter by Fabrisse. The snugglefic challenge is my new favoritest thing. It's inspired SUCH sweet fic. Terribly in love with this one especially.

Telling by Caroline. *grins* I've missed her fic. Her Lexes are always--very distinctive. And this was hot.

1:33 AM by Sopphacrates. Clark/Lex nad kid fic! Jessica totally gave me a taste for it, and this one is just--so cute. Domesticity! Cuteness! Happiness! Palate cleansing.

What You See Is by bexless. An introspective piece on Clark that I think captures his thoughts just beautifully.

Homecoming by Victoria P. And she wrote HAPPY. Geez. I had NO idea she could in SV! *grins* THis was sweet. And nice. And happy.

Right Now by Christie. Clark/Lana, Lex/Lana. Christie fulfills my Lex/Lana urge so prettily. It's--interesting. And her Lanas never annoy me. I'm a fan of this big time.

And that clears my to-read folder--not at all. Mmm. More goodfic to read. Happiness.

Okay, cut because I don't know how interested anyone would be in my musings on Ruat Caelum.

( ruat caelum )

I'm also annoyed by the fact that Common Spaces refuses to have an ending I can live with. I am bad at endings. I have never written a good one, though I have managed acceptable on occasion. *sighs* Can this be workshopped?

I have seven ounces of Hershey Bar on my desk RIGHT NOW. The anticipation is killing me. *G*

Backdated Entry from Diaryland
Added: 5/1/2008

I wrote tasteless goat related porn last night.

Don't ask. Just--don't.

Noticing the support for romance going on here. Good, good.

Now, for Grail's wonderfully torturous Immortality. Discussed this with everyone who was silly enough to AIM me the other night and so have clarified my thoughts. Distilled them even. Happiness.

Mulling my violent visceral reaction to Grail's story still. Which I know exactly where it comes from and why. I identify with Lex in this one so much it aches. That is the absolute worst break-up in the history of mankind. That is the kind of break-up that people have nightmares about.

Just think on it. You go to sleep after good sex with the man you love. The next thing you know, no warning, he's fucking you over. He's in all the soft spaces in your head. He's past all the defenses. He knows you inside and out. There is absolute perfect trust going on. You did nothing wrong.

You know, if I saw this story from Lex's pov, I'd probably have a nervous breakdown of some kind. It was bad enough living it through Clark. Just imagine those two horrifying weeks of utter disbelief, wondering what you did wrong. How every punch hits you. This blank, sick realization of something bad, but no idea what happened. Loving someone enough to forgive it without explanation, and then they come in and pour acid on you. Losing everything--every trace of stability, no understanding, nothing but this inescapable belief that you did something wrong.

It's not logical, but it's there. I can see in Lex's head--he's spending the rest of his life hating Clark and hating himself, wondering somewhere in some tiny part of his mind what's wrong with him, what made this sweet, wonderful boy do this to him. Of course he'll knee-jerk to blame Clark, but you know? At night, midnight when he's awake? He's blaming himself. He wonders what truly horrible thing he is, that would make Clark do that. It'll follow him everywhere. It'll always be there, this core of pure self-hatred that he's still not good enough. That he's not enough. That he's less than someone worth the effort of being kind to. And he can't even blow it off like he probably learned to blow off his feelings about his dad making him feel inferior. Clark isn't Lionel Luthor. And from Lex's POV, there's no comparison. Something is wrong with Lex, he's flawed, he's not worth love, he's not even worth the effort of being careful.

It's not that I don't understand Clark in this, or that it doesn't make sense with his mindset--it makes perfect sense. And I know he's suffering, and I can even see the logic of it. But you know, this isn't the kind of wound where you hurt yourself as much as your partner. He hurt Lex far, far more than he could ever hurt himself, and he set it up so Lex will keep hurting himself. It's this poisoned gift that will keep on giving for the rest of Lex's natural life. This isn't just the pain of those weeks. This is the next sixty-seventy-whatever years of Lex's life. The rest of his life. It might only most of the time be the barest buzz in the back of his mind, but it's always going to be there. And it's going to hurt as deeply as the first time, and it's never, ever going to really heal.

Clark did some seriously excellent work. Honestly? If this wasn't purely premeditated from the bottom up, this is a truly gifted amateur effort of how to absolutely destroy someone in every way possible.

And he gave Lex a lifetime of self-hatred, self-doubt, possibly an inability to ever love another person, very very possibly an active fear of ever letting anyone ever get close to him again, just so Clark would be less scared of the world.

I buy it completely. I buy it and that's why I still get nauseous just remembering the story.

The kicker is, of course, Clark's not going to really understand this. Or care if he does. Because to him, it's worth it, which makes me question the validity of love in this scenario. If I believe Clark loved Lex and not only did this, but didn't do so much as emphathize with the damage he caused--that's frightening. That's what gives me the inability to give a shit how Clark feels. It simply does not matter.

But.

Clark's, what, twenty or twenty-one in this story? A kid still. In human terms, he'd be a gifted kid. What makes me wonder, just a little, is say, ten years from now. He's wandering through the skies, angsting over his inability to save everyone, maybe exhausted, maybe not. Maybe sick of everything. Could be working somewhere as Clark Kent, or maybe Clark Kent is pretty much dead. He's more experienced. He's burned out. With any kind of luck, he's as absolutely miserable as Kryptonianly possible. Yes, I'm a malicious bitch. Keep in mind my first reaction to this was to write a scene that lovingly detailed Lex merrily dissecting a conscious Clark. No, it no longer exists, but it feels GOOD to remember it.

But anyway.

I've been mulling what Lex would do. You know, ten years of remembering that moment, and building up a truly spectacular core of pure acid hatred. Because killing Clark would be--well, by this time, Lex probably is going to at least figure out a little of the whys. Not that it'll help, but there it is. So killing him won't be enough. That would be too easy.

So I'm mulling. Hmm.

Yes, I'm still romantically inclined. *g* A girl just needs to variate with some good, old-fashioned graphic violence and psychological torture.

Jenn, merrily

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If you don't send me feedback, I will sob uncontrollably for hours on end, until finally, in a fit of depression, I slash my wrists and bleed out on the bathroom floor. My death will be on your heads. Murderers
. -- Unknown, on feedback
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That's why he goes bad, you know -- all the good people hit him on the head or try to shoot him and constantly mistrust him, while there's this vast cohort of minions saying, We wouldn't hurt you, Lex, and we'll give you power and greatness and oh so much sex...
Wow. That was scary. Lex is like Jesus in the desert.
-- pricklyelf, on why Lex goes bad
LJ
Obi-Wan has a sort of desperate, pathetic patience in this movie. You can just see it in his eyes: "My padawan is a psychopath, and no one will believe me; I'm barely keeping him under control and expect to wake up any night now to find him standing over my bed with a knife!"
-- Teague, reviewing "Star Wars: Attack of the Clones"
LJ
Beth: god, why do i have so many beads?
Jenn: Because you are an addict.
Jenn: There are twelve step programs for this.
Beth: i dunno they'd work, might have to go straight for the electroshock.
Jenn: I'm not sure that helps with bead addiction.
Beth: i was thinking more to demagnitize my credit card.
-- hwmitzy and seperis, on bead addiction
AIM, 12/24/2003
I could rape a goat and it will DIE PRETTIER than they write.
-- anonymous, on terrible writing
AIM, 2/17/2004
In medical billing there is a diagnosis code for someone who commits suicide by sea anenemoe.
-- silverkyst, on wtf
AIM, 3/25/2004
Anonymous: sorry. i just wanted to tell you how much i liked you. i'd like to take this to a higher level if you're willing
Eleveninches: By higher level I hope you mean email.
-- eleveninches and anonymous, on things that are disturbing
LJ, 4/2/2004
silverkyst: I need to not be taking molecular genetics.
silverkyst: though, as a sidenote, I did learn how to eviscerate a fruit fly larvae by pulling it's mouth out by it's mouthparts today.
silverkyst: I'm just nowhere near competent in the subject material to be taking it.
Jenn: I'd like to thank you for that image.
-- silverkyst and seperis, on more wtf
AIM, 1/25/2005
You know, if obi-wan had just disciplined the boy *properly* we wouldn't be having these problems. Can't you just see yoda? "Take him in hand, you must. The true Force, you must show him."
-- Issaro, on spanking Anakin in his formative years
LJ, 3/15/2005
Aside from the fact that one person should never go near another with a penis, a bottle of body wash, and a hopeful expression...
-- Summerfling, on shower sex
LJ, 7/22/2005
It's weird, after you get used to the affection you get from a rabbit, it's like any other BDSM relationship. Only without the sex and hot chicks in leather corsets wielding floggers. You'll grow to like it.
-- revelininsanity, on my relationship with my rabbit
LJ, 2/7/2006
Smudged upon the near horizon, lapine shadows in the mist. Like a doomsday vision from Watership Down, the bunny intervention approaches.
-- cpt_untouchable, on my addition of The Fourth Bunny
LJ, 4/13/2006
Rule 3. Chemistry is kind of like bondage. Some people like it, some people like reading about or watching other people doing it, and a large number of people's reaction to actually doing the serious stuff is to recoil in horror.
-- deadlychameleon, on class
LJ, 9/1/2007
If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, then Fan Fiction is John Cusack standing outside your house with a boombox.
-- JRDSkinner, on fanfiction
Twitter
I will unashamedly and unapologetically celebrate the joy and the warmth and the creativity of a community of people sharing something positive and beautiful and connective and if you don’t like it you are most welcome to very fuck off.
-- Michael Sheen, on Good Omens fanfic
Twitter, 6/19/2019
Adding for Mastodon.
-- Jenn, traceback
Fosstodon, 11/6/2022

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random re-read recs - stargate atlantis and smallville

rec - the tower by astolat

rec - In The Fullness Of Time (The Shores of Lost Carcosa Remix) by synecdochic

rec - shed your skin (the sledgehammer remix)

rec - second skin series

rec - checkmate'verse by beadattitude, mark 2

rec - history of maps by rageprufrock

rec - the jenny code by miss porcupine

that feeling just off of right

midday, later than

rec - coming home by xanthe

things of today

recs I've made before, but with commentary!

a continuing theme

backdated: rec - Before the Songs Were Made by emerlin

rec: past grief by te

it's been that kind of a night

better

rec: In the Bedroom by Misty

on recs and immunizations for non-invulnerable boys

a giant hershey bar is RIGHT HERE

rec - immortality by grail