| DCU musings |
[Dec. 13th, 2009|03:56 pm] |
Specifically, porn. (What? it's Sunday, I'm allowed some porn! And since there doesn't seem to be any of the good fresh kind around, I have to think thinly-disguised-as-meta thoughts about porn instead.) Even more specifically, kinky porn. ( Bruce and his Robins -- not everyone's cuppa cognac, therefore: cut. )
Now, if only I had the writing skills to pull off something in this vein... grrr! *frustratedly kicks things* |
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| Narrative kinks: communication failure? |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|05:12 pm] |
I've been thinking about narrative kinks lately, and the many different ones I have. A major one I came up with is a kink for silence. Not enforced silence (gags, or the like), but the kind of silence that arises because the characters fail to communicate. That may well be because somewhat distant, emotionally repressed characters are whom I tend to like best.* And while having these characters' emotional floodgates burst can be its own kind of emotional porn (if written well), the version of events I will actually believe in (as opposed to possibly-prefer-in-a-happy-fanatsy kind of way) is the one where communication fails to happen. Or happens, but fails to be conclusive, or satisfying. This doesn't have to be, but tends to be more pronounced, in pairing fic. Because you can have the characters have sex and still not be happy, or really "get" each other. And I, for some reason, absolutely love that.
And if communication does eventually happen, after what I can sometimes see as years of failed attempts (take, for example, Kirk and Spock at the end of ST:TMP), I find it is infinitely sweeter and has more of an emotional impact. But, see, I don't even need an eventual happy ending for this kink to work. Quite the opposite: in most cases, I prefer the silence to be terminal.
I also think there are numerous ways to play with this: while there's the possibility of having characters speak but not really understand each other on more than the surface level, there's also that of having them be silent, but still communicate to a certain degree via physical cues. I must say I find the misunderstandings resulting from both equally tempting.
* And boy, is that list long: Mr Spock (pre-V'ger), Raistlin Majere, Sherlock Holmes, Bruce Wayne... to name but my primary fandoms. Also, Tarik from my original stuff. |
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| *sigh* |
[Nov. 2nd, 2009|08:03 pm] |
Not written anything for NaNo yet... I was hoping to, especially since J called me yesterday morning to tell me our planned RPG meeting wasn't happening due to the Master's alcohol poisoning -- WTF? I was out to party as well, but carefully didn't drink much so I could play! *pouts* (The party was great, by the way, even though the DJ wasn't the best, constantly fumbling the fade-in and -outs of songs, and playing largely obscure and undanceable stuff, except if people requested something else -- which after a while everyone did, which in turn made a bitchy DJ who hacked off the songs halfway through to play ones he (but no one else, as evidenced by the empty dance floor) liked. Seriously, that's not how you do it! Also, except the zombie-masked club staff, no one was really dressed up for Halloween, leaving the single group in "blood"-spattered and ripped white T-shirts, and J and A in their "sexy witch" outfits standing out a bit.)
Anyway, writing: Somehow my writing mojo got channelled elsewhere and I wrote two (probably awful) anonymous comment ficlets for the DC Kink Meme (thanks for the inspiration, Vulgarweed, though I suspect you wanted people to do GO, not other fandoms, but anyway, thanks) instead. Yay, me? Whatever, any productivity is good productivity for me these days. ":-/
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On a different note: whoever invented the Spanish subjunctive needs to be shot. Seriously, I had no idea I could hate any linguistic feature that much! (Russian verb aspects are a close second, though.)
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Much as I rant about my roommates from time to time, they do have their advantages: in contrast to living with the parents, the atmosphere is usually relaxed. Right now, soothing seventies music (folk rock and reggae) is playing in the living room, it smells of home-cooked food, the dog is snoring on her sofa, and the light is cosy. Much better to come home to than screaming brats and a bitchy mom! ":-) |
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| Writing and (inappropriate) music |
[Jun. 14th, 2009|02:10 pm] |
You know how you associate certain music with certain fandoms? I have that very strongly. It helps a lot when you need to get yourself in the mood for writing something.
Sometimes it's a general association (a band and a fandom), sometimes a specialised one (a song and a character or pairing), but in one way or another, it's always there. Most times it even fits, as with Enya and LotR, general sixties music and Star Trek, or Metallica and my original fic. But sometimes a pretty weird combination comes from somewhere and just... sticks, against everything I try.
That's the case with Gotham and Vaya con Dios. Yes, you heard that correctly. Vaya con Dios. And Gotham. *facepalm* And the thing is, I don't even like the band (or their style of music in general) all that much. They have some good songs, yes, but several really horrible ones, too. Not to mention that songs about broken-hearted mafia-brides and stories about gay vigilantes tend to... uh... clash a tiny little bit. They aren't character-specific, or pairing-specific (luckily, because that would be brain-breaking though one day I'll totally write cheesy 1920s AU Birdboys-in-drag fic set to Nah Neh Nah, at which point you should probably shoot me for the greater good), but somehow this kind of music, where you imagine a smoky-voiced lady in a long dress singing depressing, half-jazzy-half-sea-shanty songs to her gangster-clientele in a shady, dark, run-down club by the docks, fits my film-noir image of Gotham very well. (Especially songs like Forever Blue, At the Parallel, Time Flies, Stay with Me, Just a Friend of Mine, Far Gone Now and my unbeaten personal fave in this context, Night Owls (Listen and tell me that's not Gotham!), but actually, most of their vast discography work. Bonus: Don't Cry for Louie The ultimate Matches Malone song. Tell me you don't see it, I dare you!)
Actually, I'm somewhat horrified and disturbed by this whole thing. Alright, more than somewhat. WTF, brain? This much cheesiness isn't like you! D-:>
Feel free to laugh -- or better yet, commiserate: Tell me your most inappropriate writing music! |
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| Fandom Meme |
[May. 16th, 2009|05:23 pm] |
Comment to this entry with a request and I'll pick up to three of your fandoms. You must then update your journal and answer the following questions:
1. What got you into this fandom in the first place?
2. Do you think you'll stay in this fandom or eventually move on?
3. Favorite episodes/books/movies, etc?
4. Do you participate in this fandom (fanfiction, graphics, discussions)?
5. Do you think more people should get into this fandom?
( Courtesy of Petra ) |
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