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Jan. 18th, 2011 04:39 pmI read this quote on Tumblr -- Jesse wouldn't live in LA if you killed him and buried him there (davyjonessays, here) -- and now I want to write me an epic TSN Big Bang-length, As I Lay Dying-echoed novel about Andrew trying to honor Jesse's last wish for his ashes to be scattered somehow in NYC. OH MY GOD. I have not been bit by a fic bug like this since my last Big Bang-length Harry Potter fic (still unfinished) about Hermione and Luna tracking the activities of magical creatures during a period of intense solar flares in Australia. Yes.
Holy crap, but I want help to finish this one. Do I have any Yoknapatawpha nuts on my friendslist? Is there anyone who would help me construct or beta an Andrew-POV fic about moving Jesse's body to New York. I just. Crap, this is super dark but I still really want to write it.
Holy crap, but I want help to finish this one. Do I have any Yoknapatawpha nuts on my friendslist? Is there anyone who would help me construct or beta an Andrew-POV fic about moving Jesse's body to New York. I just. Crap, this is super dark but I still really want to write it.
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Dec. 27th, 2010 04:52 pmFirst up, let me put this out there: The Ghost at the Back of Your Closet (Social Network, Mark/Eduardo) was written for me, this Yuletide. I fully intend to write me some hefty NYRs this year; I have got to pay it forward since I received such a lovely gift.
The thing I love most about this fic is how even though it's not Sorkinesque dialogue, it's real between Mark and Eduardo. I believed it, that they could be having these conversations, that they would want to talk to each other again in this way, with these speech patterns. I'm amused that in TSN fandom it's almost always Mark that starts it, and almost always with a text message. In this fic, it's Eduardo who sold it to me (but that's why we need Eduardo, for the emotional sell). Have an excerpt:
In other related news, this has been the Christmas of Jesse Eisenberg. The movie on my flight home was Social Network (and if you haven't yet seen this movie on the big screen, I would recommend it, because the acting is so subtle, it just doesn't come across on the small screen with that kind of emotionally-invested impact you'll get from watching every twitch of every facial muscle when said actor's face is as big as a small car). Then, I proceeded to watch Zombieland. Over and over. I think I'm on my third run-through. Adventureland is in the queue. I will probably have ~thoughts and feelings~ about this experience, if I manage to articulate them. A lot of them will probably be related to Mr. Eisenberg's stupid, adorable face.
The thing I love most about this fic is how even though it's not Sorkinesque dialogue, it's real between Mark and Eduardo. I believed it, that they could be having these conversations, that they would want to talk to each other again in this way, with these speech patterns. I'm amused that in TSN fandom it's almost always Mark that starts it, and almost always with a text message. In this fic, it's Eduardo who sold it to me (but that's why we need Eduardo, for the emotional sell). Have an excerpt:
"You can't just do that," Eduardo says, in lieu of a greeting. It's the first time Mark has heard his voice since the depositions ended, and he sounds about the same as he did then: tired and agitated all at once, frustrated instead of angry. "You can't text people you haven't spoken to in five years in the middle of the night and ask them if they used to be in love with you."Wha-BAM. Sold. Go read it, and enjoy.
In other related news, this has been the Christmas of Jesse Eisenberg. The movie on my flight home was Social Network (and if you haven't yet seen this movie on the big screen, I would recommend it, because the acting is so subtle, it just doesn't come across on the small screen with that kind of emotionally-invested impact you'll get from watching every twitch of every facial muscle when said actor's face is as big as a small car). Then, I proceeded to watch Zombieland. Over and over. I think I'm on my third run-through. Adventureland is in the queue. I will probably have ~thoughts and feelings~ about this experience, if I manage to articulate them. A lot of them will probably be related to Mr. Eisenberg's stupid, adorable face.
