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thefourthvine) wrote2004-07-02 05:09 pm
thefourthvine) wrote2004-07-02 05:09 pm
Slashy Nominations 61: Smut's Winged Chariot Hurrying Near
And by "chariot," I mean "car." Because, let's face it, we live a lot of our lives in cars. We kiss in cars, and fight in cars, and snack in cars, and, especially in our teen years, have sex in cars. And as in life, so in fan fiction. (Stop laughing immediately. I didn't say fan fiction was realistic, did I? No, I did not. I merely said it reflects our obsessions. If you believe you can successfully argue with that, go right ahead; I stand ready to defend my statement.)
Best FF That Puts a Hair Care Product to a Use That Paul Mitchell Would Never Approve. I Think.: Cool in the Backseat, by witchbaby, aka![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brooklinegirl. Due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski. Sex. In a car. Plus some other stuff. Really, when a story has a title like that, I don't think I should have to write a summary for you to know what's going to happen. But I do believe you'll be deeply impressed with what these guys manage to do in a car; I'm not sure how many couples aside from Fraser-the-perfect and Kowalski-the-graceful could have successful anal sex in the backseat of a Pontiac GTO. Trust me when I tell you that any kind of automotive engagement, never mind what happens here, requires skill and talent in some amount far greater than I possess. (There's a guy who is probably still limping and bruised who can testify that combining a backseat, a hardcover Biology textbook, and me is an act both unwise and very, very painful.) So be in awe, folks, of what Ben 'n' Ray manage to pull off in this story. Um, so to speak.
Best FF in Which Sex Is Prevented by the Untimely Intervention of a Car Alarm: Diversionary Tactics, byshrift. Sports Night, Casey McCall/Danny Rydell. Why yes, I do intend to continue recommending Sports Night fic. The SN Cult has me in its clutches, and I will not rest until every single person on this earth is reading SN FF. And, see, this is what is both beautiful and terrible about the Cult: I'm doing this because I know you'll be happier when you've succumbed. (Unless you get hold of some of the depressing SN stories, because those are like a kick to the gut, or possibly even like a blow to the genitals from the pointy part of a hardcover Biology textbook. But I'm no sadist; I'll warn you when I'm linking to one of those.) This is a happy story, and it is absolutely chock full of cars. (Public Service Announcement: we residents of Los Angeles would prefer it if visitors to this fine city did not use their cellular phones on the 405. Trust me, it's scary enough watching you folks merge without the knowledge that three-quarters of your brain is back home, and half of what's left is trying to figure out if that's Ryan Seacrest on the radio. (It isn't. It's his clone. We think, although we are afraid to get close enough to check.) So, please, unless you're Danny Rydell, stay off the phone when you're in traffic. Thank you. Love, the Los Angeles troglodytes.)
Best FF in Which the Two Characters Argue about Whether They're Gay or Not, Pause to Have Gay Sex, and Then Return to the Argument, Apparently Somehow Unaware That Said Argument Has Been Definitely Overtaken by Events: Orange Crush, by Annie Sewell-Jennings, akaanniesj. Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Spike/Xander. This story is actually the second in a series that I think of as the Random Song Title Series. I don't know if it actually has a name. You might want to read the first story, A Lesson in Principles, before you read this one, although I do think that "Orange" could, despite references to what happened in "Lesson," stand alone. This story is based on an old tradition - sex in a crappy American car. I don't know why that's such a classic activity, but it is. Maybe people worry less about staining the upholstery when the car already sucks. (Get ready for a really impressive, top-notch, professional-quality transition here.) Sucks, in fact, like Spike does, only not in this story, which doesn't suck at all. (Yes, that was some excellent writing, there. Nothing quite like the knowledge of a job well done, is there?)
Best FF That Features the Phrase "Mi Dildo Es Su Dildo," Which, Frankly, I Don't Think Should Ever Be Uttered by Anyone: Toy Story, by Alanna, akabayleaf. The Sentinel, Jim/Blair. Yes, it's an all-TV-show recommendations set! Apparently television characters are big on the car sex concept. Or maybe I'm just a helpless TV show fangirl. Whichever. This story wins two prizes from me. First, the Chutzpah Award, for portraying sex in a car parked in a police station's garage. How many people have done that? (Note that I said people, not fan fiction characters; I could assemble almost a complete nominations set built around this concept alone.) And, second, the Mysterious Lack of Chutzpah Award, because I think we can all enjoy the spectacle of Blair getting embarrassed in a sex toy shop. Evidently Blair never learned the girl decoy trick, where you give a girl the money and a detailed description of the dildo or vibrator you want and halfway through you realize this is actually worse than telling a stranger and you should've just shopped on the internet, because the girl is laughing so hard complete strangers keep wanting to give her seizure medication. At least she's laughing that hard when she's me. I'm sure those in the audience are much kinder to their male friends on these occasions.
Best FF That Puts a Hair Care Product to a Use That Paul Mitchell Would Never Approve. I Think.: Cool in the Backseat, by witchbaby, aka
brooklinegirl. Due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski. Sex. In a car. Plus some other stuff. Really, when a story has a title like that, I don't think I should have to write a summary for you to know what's going to happen. But I do believe you'll be deeply impressed with what these guys manage to do in a car; I'm not sure how many couples aside from Fraser-the-perfect and Kowalski-the-graceful could have successful anal sex in the backseat of a Pontiac GTO. Trust me when I tell you that any kind of automotive engagement, never mind what happens here, requires skill and talent in some amount far greater than I possess. (There's a guy who is probably still limping and bruised who can testify that combining a backseat, a hardcover Biology textbook, and me is an act both unwise and very, very painful.) So be in awe, folks, of what Ben 'n' Ray manage to pull off in this story. Um, so to speak.Best FF in Which Sex Is Prevented by the Untimely Intervention of a Car Alarm: Diversionary Tactics, by
shrift. Sports Night, Casey McCall/Danny Rydell. Why yes, I do intend to continue recommending Sports Night fic. The SN Cult has me in its clutches, and I will not rest until every single person on this earth is reading SN FF. And, see, this is what is both beautiful and terrible about the Cult: I'm doing this because I know you'll be happier when you've succumbed. (Unless you get hold of some of the depressing SN stories, because those are like a kick to the gut, or possibly even like a blow to the genitals from the pointy part of a hardcover Biology textbook. But I'm no sadist; I'll warn you when I'm linking to one of those.) This is a happy story, and it is absolutely chock full of cars. (Public Service Announcement: we residents of Los Angeles would prefer it if visitors to this fine city did not use their cellular phones on the 405. Trust me, it's scary enough watching you folks merge without the knowledge that three-quarters of your brain is back home, and half of what's left is trying to figure out if that's Ryan Seacrest on the radio. (It isn't. It's his clone. We think, although we are afraid to get close enough to check.) So, please, unless you're Danny Rydell, stay off the phone when you're in traffic. Thank you. Love, the Los Angeles troglodytes.)Best FF in Which the Two Characters Argue about Whether They're Gay or Not, Pause to Have Gay Sex, and Then Return to the Argument, Apparently Somehow Unaware That Said Argument Has Been Definitely Overtaken by Events: Orange Crush, by Annie Sewell-Jennings, aka
anniesj. Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Spike/Xander. This story is actually the second in a series that I think of as the Random Song Title Series. I don't know if it actually has a name. You might want to read the first story, A Lesson in Principles, before you read this one, although I do think that "Orange" could, despite references to what happened in "Lesson," stand alone. This story is based on an old tradition - sex in a crappy American car. I don't know why that's such a classic activity, but it is. Maybe people worry less about staining the upholstery when the car already sucks. (Get ready for a really impressive, top-notch, professional-quality transition here.) Sucks, in fact, like Spike does, only not in this story, which doesn't suck at all. (Yes, that was some excellent writing, there. Nothing quite like the knowledge of a job well done, is there?) Best FF That Features the Phrase "Mi Dildo Es Su Dildo," Which, Frankly, I Don't Think Should Ever Be Uttered by Anyone: Toy Story, by Alanna, aka
bayleaf. The Sentinel, Jim/Blair. Yes, it's an all-TV-show recommendations set! Apparently television characters are big on the car sex concept. Or maybe I'm just a helpless TV show fangirl. Whichever. This story wins two prizes from me. First, the Chutzpah Award, for portraying sex in a car parked in a police station's garage. How many people have done that? (Note that I said people, not fan fiction characters; I could assemble almost a complete nominations set built around this concept alone.) And, second, the Mysterious Lack of Chutzpah Award, because I think we can all enjoy the spectacle of Blair getting embarrassed in a sex toy shop. Evidently Blair never learned the girl decoy trick, where you give a girl the money and a detailed description of the dildo or vibrator you want and halfway through you realize this is actually worse than telling a stranger and you should've just shopped on the internet, because the girl is laughing so hard complete strangers keep wanting to give her seizure medication. At least she's laughing that hard when she's me. I'm sure those in the audience are much kinder to their male friends on these occasions.
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Do you want that here or via e-mail?
And as for "half a fandom", I have clearly lost my mind, because I completely forgot about M&C, which is what brought us to this state in the first place.
I wish there were more Aubrey/Maturin fic. *sigh*
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There should indeed be more M&C fic (did I get you into M&C?). I have long considered kidnapping my favorite FF writers until they write stories in fandoms I consider to be woefully under-represented in fan fiction. Two of these fandoms are M&C and Sports Night. Now that you know that, do you want to help me? I will provide the elaborate plan and maniacal laughter if you provide the secret dungeon hideaway featuring a hideously complex security system, an extremely thorough library, an assortment of inspirational photos, and a computer driven by water-generated power.
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Okay, fandoms:
Very first fandom EVAH!: Angel (Cordelia/Angel. Shuddup.)
Followed shortly by: Buffy (initially Buffy/Spike, but then I was shown the light, i.e., slash, and now it's Xander/Spike, who are totally my OTP there)
And then I became, as
Smallville (have you SEEN Michael Rosenbaum?)
Master&Commander (and, yes, that's TOTALLY your fault)
The Sentinel (They're just. So. OMGtheirloveissopure!!!!11.111111.!!eleven1!!)
due South (Fraser/RayK, because I can't see Vecchio sleeping with a guy)
Lord of the Rings (I know how you feel about hobbits, so we'll just leave this alone)
SportsNight (Danny! Casey! SO IN LOVE!)
And the occasional foray into the fandoms of other shows I watch: Alias, Justice League, Star Trek (shuddup again), Highlander, West Wing, etc.
I'm going to burn in hell for all eternity, aren't I? *facepalm*
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I will remain quiet about the Cordelia/Angel. We all have our strange little weaknesses.
...but then I was shown the light, i.e., slash...
Am I the only person who started reading het long after she started reading slash? Slash was, like, the natural version of FF for me; het has always seemed, well, strangely perverted.
...have you SEEN Michael Rosenbaum?
No, actually, I have not seen Michael Rosenbaum. Who is Michael Rosenbaum? What is he? That all the fans commend him? (And don't think you're going to get me into Smallville, because I already have more TV fandoms than TV shows I've watched.)
I'm going to burn in hell for all eternity, aren't I?
Certainly not. (At least not until I add, um, a couple more fandoms to that list.)
I've always wanted to be a minion!
You are not a minion. You are the Procurator-General, and don't you forget it.
But, yeah, let's get right to work on that evil plan thing, only not here where our victims can see us. To the email! Charge!
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You will also need to provide:
* DVD player
* grog ration (2 pints per day, more for good behaviour)
* shower (I find that plot bunnies crawl up the drain and nibble my toes while I get clean)
* 36 hours in every day
When you say "extremely thorough library", I presume you wouldn't mind if I brought my own?
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Grog: check. But I'll have you know I dock for failure to behave licentiously.
Shower: check. However, our shower may not be on the bunny route, as I have spent significant time in there and never been bitten even once. By bunnies, that is.
36 hours in every day: um, sorry, no. But the Evil Plan will require you to quit your job. That's bound to free up some time.
And of course you may bring your own library to add to the collection. The more the merrier, I say, although frankly we are running out of wall space for bookshelves in this house. So if you know something about carpentry, that would be a very good thing; we could have built in floor-to-ceiling shelves everywhere, and that might help a bit.
Wait.
Now get cracking on the M&C and SN. I'll have you know that we have whips, and we are not afraid to use them.
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Uhhh. I'm not sure my library is really set up for SN. *stares at shelves of books on Nelson's Navy, Georgian London, 18th and 19th century culture, etc* You really *don't* want me to attempt that, do you?
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I am Not Good at television. As in, really bad at it. Which is doubly pathetic when you consider that it is essentially our major national hobby; I live in fear that they will revoke my citizenship because I've never seen...well, anything, really.
As a result of this sad infirmity, I do not watch television, which leaves me out of the loop as far as popular culture goes. Hence, a week and a half ago, I had not even heard of Sports Night. And yet here I am, hip-deep in the fandom, already whining about insufficient fan fiction. Trust me: join the SN cult. Join, and you will live in joy; resist, and you will sink in sorrow.
Once you've assimilated, we'll talk about the FF writing. Say, in a week or so.
In the meantime, I will happily accept M&C fic, especially if it features wombats. Or sloths.
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