So, my fandom friends who've been around a long time often grumble and moan about the current state of the fandom, and I, being new here, tilt my head adorably to the side, bite my lip, and ask, tremulously, "But the fandom seems fine to me, and there are lots of new people every day, and everywhere I go I meet people who love Brian and Justin, including lots of other lesbians."
Then I tilt my head the other way and let go of my lip, because talking like that makes me sound kind of stupid. "How do you think the fandom's changed?"
The oldtimers look at each other knowingly, and at me condescendingly, and answer, "It's the fic."
One or more of them will heave a huge sigh. "Back in the heyday of this fandom, there were at least two new fics every single day. Good ones."
"Oh my!" I answer. "That must have been wonderfuleven though I wouldn't trade that for having had to live through the hiatus between 122 and 201 without knowing what was going to happen."
So when, today, not one, not two, but THREE good new fics were posted (and perhaps more, these are just the three I culled from my personal flist), I had to mention it.
Then I tilt my head the other way and let go of my lip, because talking like that makes me sound kind of stupid. "How do you think the fandom's changed?"
The oldtimers look at each other knowingly, and at me condescendingly, and answer, "It's the fic."
One or more of them will heave a huge sigh. "Back in the heyday of this fandom, there were at least two new fics every single day. Good ones."
"Oh my!" I answer. "That must have been wonderful
So when, today, not one, not two, but THREE good new fics were posted (and perhaps more, these are just the three I culled from my personal flist), I had to mention it.
Are happy days here again? You tell me.
First is Coming Home by
msaramat, an extremely lovely short piece about what happened when Brian and Justin tried a long distance relationship:
notreallyme10 called I Quit:
teary_eyed2, who is the sickest funniest bitch in this fandom, wrote some crack today about the gourd family over on
qaf_crackfic, and seriously, you need to read it. I won't quote it, but if you're a member, go read now, and if you're not and want to join, and you are over 18 AND YOUR BIRTHDATE IS ON YOUR LJ INFO PAGE, go here and join.
First is Coming Home by
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He hadn’t really been thinking about moving back to the Pitts. After more than a year, New York was officially home for him now and he couldn’t really see himself living anywhere else, except maybe Italy or possibly France. But a year was a very long time to half-live with the person you loved and he was getting pretty tired of two weeks with Brian and ten weeks without him.Second is a much longer story by
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The family wanted to hear that we talked every day; that we whispered love poems into the phone late at night. The reality, we didn’t talk much. My head was starting to clear from the post bomb fog, and lets be real, I was never much for talking. Yes I love him. I can say it now, but that doesn’t mean I want to talk for hours, or even you know, at all. What the fuck is there to say? We emailed some (we would send each other links to good porn or just really kinky stuff we thought would turn the other on or really freak them out), talked less (very drunk phone sex can be pretty entertaining, I wish I had tapes of some of those conversations), and fucked like crazy whenever we saw each other, which I think totaled all of maybe nine or ten times.The third is something else entirely, and the other two authors may have me killed for mentioning it in the same post with their gorgeous post-series stories. But
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