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Um, so apparently I had/have/am having a thread on the love meme (which has been awesomely organized?

So I'd like to deliver a message to the internet, which has almost always treated me well over the years. To the kind people of the internets:


Also, you make me do this in the innermost parts of my soul:


And now for more recs!
Because I feel I owe the internets some love after that biznas. Like...I would bake each one of you a banana bread (confession time: I had to take three tries at spelling "banana" right then, because Gwen Stefani got in my head and I just kept adding "na-na-na"s)...but that would be creepy because (a) none of you know me personally so it would actually be some random stranger showing up at your door with baked goods and y'all learned about stranger danger, I am sure and (b) I wouldn't know how to get the banana bread to you except for stuffing it into my own CD drive and that probably doesn't work...though I have been told that you can get into the internet through [significant pause] other means. But yeah. Recs.

Shelter!AU by harriet_vane
Up to part 12b as of just now
Have you not been reading this? Why, crazed individual? Not reading this is like...I don't even know. It's probably most like trolling petfinder.com in the middle of the night for pictures of kittens that desperately need adopting and then not adopting them because you are allergic. (<--TMI, my friend. T. M. I.) This fic is everything good. This fic is like snorting magic. Oh, but did you want plot? FINE. Jesse is a dishwasher, trying to make ends meet to take care of his sister, and Andrew is fantabulous and filthy rich and just as lovely as a box of girl scout cookies. GO READ IT NOW OR YOUR EYES WILL GO ON STRIKE.

Jurassic Park!AU by anonymous
Up to 13b
I almost didn't read this because--and this may be overloading your capacity for embaressing confessions about my geekdom for one entry but this is my house lj, right, so there, ok?--I was too scared to finish Jurassic Park when I was a kid and....I still haven't. Because I am a scaredy-cat. As my mother once called me, I am a yellow-livered sapsucker. No, I don't get it either. I think it might be some sort of tree. BUT. THIS FIC. THIS FIC. There's this bit where it turns out that Mark can't help but make dinosaurs that, like, want to cuddle Eduardo so much they die of un-cuddles if he's not there....and yes, I say. Me too.

Vanderlyle Crybaby Geeks by anonymous
Up to 32 parts!
Eduardo loses his memory this time--I have this giant ol' sweet spot for that particular plot device--and ends up back in California with Chris, Dustin, and Mark. It's stunningly well written. Like--guys, I study words. I am drenched in text and I am trained to criticize it. And...this is just beautiful prose. If it was a food, this fic would be every single person's secret favorite dish. Like, not the one you admit to when asked--not the one you would ever think to call your favorite food. This would be the food that you reached for on the worst night of your life and eating it made life slightly better. That's how lovely this writing is.

OK, so apparently the TSN fandom is gonna continue to pump out the wonderful and wondrous WIPs for a bit longer. And by "a bit longer," I mean "the foreseeable future." There are so many fantastic WIPs is my point. It's, like, impossible to not join in.

♥ Have a couple snippets that I'm working on:
( WIP the first )

....and the other one....
( WIP the second )

♥ And, vastly more importantly, here are a couple by other people you should watch:

And everything nice by anonymous.
Up to 13b and the fastest shot in the west updater on the interwebs!
Oh, gosh, ya'll. This fic. This fic. The feelings I have for this fic! I feel like I need to start spouting sonnets, a la Elizabeth Barrett Browning, to properly express my love for this biznas. So Mark has a daughter, right, who is named Jess--I like to imagine her as a girl!child version of Jesse Eisenberg in my free time--and Andrew is hired as the manny. This fic will make iron-clad ovaries explode, I'm not even playing. Scrooge would have suffered from Fatal Ovaries Explosion, is what I'm telling you. There is no misanthrope so misanthropic to resist this goodness.


Come out of the shade by anonymous
Up to 7c!
Jesse is a playwright and Andrew is playing his neurotic mostly-autobiographical character. If that doesn't make you run--and, yes, I know that no one actually runs from one URL to another, it's all in the fingertips, right, but I stand by my metaphor to the death--to read it, I have more temptations to strew your path withal. This fic is gloriously well written. It has these layers of subtlety to both Andrew and Jesse's characters and keeps both characters in these complex systems of depth without sacrificing the interaction between them. Oh, and did I mention Justin Timbalone is the director of the play??

sweet on you by moogle62
2c/3
Why have you not read this yet? Stop reading me, go read that! Eduardo runs/owns a bakery and Mark likes his coffee and the way he sings to himself in the morning while he bakes. Dustin is funnier than I have ever seen Dustin before--no, seriously, you thought you had laughed before but we were both wrong, you will laugh till you die--and Chris and I DON'T EVEN KNOW. I have run out of words. I would have to show you a slide-show of Happy Things to accurately depict this fic. It is made of unicorns and rainbows.

♥ ALSO. I am about halfway through with my i_reversebang fic. So that's to come.

So I think it's more-or-less general knowledge that I am a bit of an insomniac. And one of the things that often works to get me to sleep is listening to very familiar books on audio. It's like a groove my brain can slip into and get carried away on. I don't know. It just works, OK?

My point is that, by this point, I know the Terry Pratchett canon SO WELL it is scary. I sometimes forget who/what I am and start slipping quotations--obscure quotations, even--into conversation with people who would DEF turn their noses up at me if they knew I wasn't speaking, I dunno, Vonnegut or something. So I love T.Pratch. I love him like whoa. And I have been trying FOR YEARS to think of a way I could assign him in the classroom. Or write a paper on him. SOMETHING. If I can write a paper about Were The World Mine, you'd think I could manage this. But no. I am stymied.

But, guys, Night Watch may be my favorite thing in the entire world. I don't even like hard-boiled eggs and, thanks to this book, I have a tendency to think of them as true happiness. And don't get me started on how much my love for lilac-as-a-scent has blossomed (ha ha, look at me pun) since I first discovered this book.

As promised, that was the big, long-winded wind-up to the fic rec: Has anyone read Psuedopolis by Resonant? Because it has significantly changed the way I read that last scene of NW. And the way Vetinari and Vimes interact. And I was already fascinated by the differences between young!Vetinari and the regular version. And--by changing the meaning of the "Afterward, we could--" in the book's final scene--this fic has sort of merged the book with fanon, if you know what I mean. It's like the fic has made fic of canon.

So. MY POINT. You should read this fic. DO IT.