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Guardian/adjacent:
Zhu Yilong's eyelashes. Zhu Yilong's face. Again. Zhu Yilong's jawline. Zhu Yilong's ass. Zhu Yilong exercising.
Fanart: Long-haired Zhao Yunlan with cat Da Qing and another with a sated-looking Shen Wei. Prof. Shen's fashion construction. Never ever over the Harper's Bazaar shoot.
I love their vastly different body types.
Last night I was reminiscing about better times, and remembered sitting in the Three-Patch Podcast suite at my first 221B Con (its second year, before the Sherlock fandom immolated), looking around the room at all these fic writers whose stuff I'd read thinking "I wonder what it's like to hang out and chat about your latest knitting project or your dog eating a dead squirrel with people who read what you write about your favorite fictional men putting their dicks in other favorite fictional men's butts." This morning I got a kudos email (bless those kudos emails) and realized that, provided I ever get to go somewhere again, I have the potential to be one of those people. I do have two local friends who read at least one of my stories, but they're not fans, you know? It's different. Kinda like how it's different hanging out with people who write original-content porn as a job. The fandom connection somehow makes it more intimate. Both consumer and creator share the characters in question in a way that an original-content author and reader don't. And then there's the extra level of two writers interacting and being like "Thank you for saying you like the way wrote Fave Fictional Man A deep-throating Fave Fictional Man B. I like the way you wrote Fave Fictional Man B rawing Fave Fictional Man A against the wall of a back alley."
OH FANDOM ILU
I desperately want to write. I feel so much better when I'm writing regularly. Writing got me through a pretty awful period last year and I hate that I'm unable to escape into it right now. I haven't been able to write anything more than bits of editing here and there since Saturday.
After my brief, shining moment of alertness on the 24th, I've been dealing with Pretty Bad Fatigue. Three nights in a row I've woken around 1am, managed to catch light dozing between 6 and 8 and dragged myself through the rest of the day through sheer force of will. Saturday wasn't horrible but fatigue depression is starting to settle in.
Such a drag.
Gonna try sewing some bloomers today if I can find any marginally appropriate lace in my stash. I despair of Cheeptrims ever having my preferred lace in stock at this point. It's been over a year. I wear my bloomers pretty much every day in the summer and I'm down to only one pair.
Zhu Yilong's eyelashes. Zhu Yilong's face. Again. Zhu Yilong's jawline. Zhu Yilong's ass. Zhu Yilong exercising.
Fanart: Long-haired Zhao Yunlan with cat Da Qing and another with a sated-looking Shen Wei. Prof. Shen's fashion construction. Never ever over the Harper's Bazaar shoot.
I love their vastly different body types.
Last night I was reminiscing about better times, and remembered sitting in the Three-Patch Podcast suite at my first 221B Con (its second year, before the Sherlock fandom immolated), looking around the room at all these fic writers whose stuff I'd read thinking "I wonder what it's like to hang out and chat about your latest knitting project or your dog eating a dead squirrel with people who read what you write about your favorite fictional men putting their dicks in other favorite fictional men's butts." This morning I got a kudos email (bless those kudos emails) and realized that, provided I ever get to go somewhere again, I have the potential to be one of those people. I do have two local friends who read at least one of my stories, but they're not fans, you know? It's different. Kinda like how it's different hanging out with people who write original-content porn as a job. The fandom connection somehow makes it more intimate. Both consumer and creator share the characters in question in a way that an original-content author and reader don't. And then there's the extra level of two writers interacting and being like "Thank you for saying you like the way wrote Fave Fictional Man A deep-throating Fave Fictional Man B. I like the way you wrote Fave Fictional Man B rawing Fave Fictional Man A against the wall of a back alley."
OH FANDOM ILU
I desperately want to write. I feel so much better when I'm writing regularly. Writing got me through a pretty awful period last year and I hate that I'm unable to escape into it right now. I haven't been able to write anything more than bits of editing here and there since Saturday.
After my brief, shining moment of alertness on the 24th, I've been dealing with Pretty Bad Fatigue. Three nights in a row I've woken around 1am, managed to catch light dozing between 6 and 8 and dragged myself through the rest of the day through sheer force of will. Saturday wasn't horrible but fatigue depression is starting to settle in.
Such a drag.
Gonna try sewing some bloomers today if I can find any marginally appropriate lace in my stash. I despair of Cheeptrims ever having my preferred lace in stock at this point. It's been over a year. I wear my bloomers pretty much every day in the summer and I'm down to only one pair.