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Some Important Notes
Made it to Boston, yay! When I come back there will be cats, which I will get to live with for the whole rest of the summer! (We have decided their codenames for the summer are Adorabloodthirsty and Fruity Rumpus Asshole Cat. Because, well.)
Also it seems to have been decided that a bunch of fannish-ish people will be meeting to see Brave for the 3:30 matinee at Loews Boston Common, and then Pho. If anyone else in Boston who has fannish credentials would like to join us, you are still welcome to!
My last multishippy self-indulgent full-of-feelings Avengers fic is going to hit 10,000 views just about the same time my current multishippy self-indulgent full-of-feelings Avengers fic is going to hit 10,000 words. O tempora, o mores!
And speaking of Avengers, I have some kind requests to make of the fandom at large:
1. If you are writing or talking about Jane/Darcy, hooray I love you! More please? Only, please, please, can you always specify really clearly (outside the cut) what fandom you're talking about, or at least that it's femslash?
Because if you don't my brain immediately goes to the other obvious fandom for those names, and a) that ship is very, very wrong, and b) I start wanting to add to the fic that begins
"'It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single Asgardian in possession of a large hammer, must be in want of a wife,'" Darcy Lewis told them, because for a fact so self-evident, neither of them seemed to be aware of its veracity, or relevance to their own affairs.
She often found herself thanking Providence that she had chosen after all to take this position as lady's companion, for all that they could not afford to offer her what a larger establishment might; for Miss Jane Foster had bluestocking tendencies, and while Darcy was not averse to a touch of the lapis in her own legware, Jane was apt to forget that anything beyond her astronomic and meteorological interests existed at all, and Dr. Eric Selvig, her guardian and late father's dear friend, only encouraged her abstraction by his own studies. It was up to Darcy to remind them of the existence of a social round, limited as it was here in ____shire.
"Is that not a quotation from one of your circulating novels?" Dr. Selvig asked her dryly.
Darcy chose not to reply to this, as no possible continuance could be to her advantage; it would lead only to embarrassing protestations on her part, or embarrassing confessions on his.
"I suppose you will next suggest that I should visit him, so that you and Jane might make his acquaintance."
"It would be considerate of you, yes," she told him sweetly.
He harrumphed, and turned back to the ephemeris he was reading with his breakfast. "If these calculations regarding the moons of Saturn come out as they ought, perhaps I will have time in the next few weeks," he said.
Jane looked up from her book at the sound of someone speaking Astronomy, and then blinked in surprise. "Oh! Good morning, Darcy dear. Might you pass me one of those strawberry-filled pastries?"
Darcy sighed. This was going to be even more difficult than she had anticipated.
The only real problem it isn't femslash - Jane must end up with Thor of course, and I haven't yet figured out if I go with the original and Darcy ends up with Thor's overproud, manipulative, and rich foster-brother, or she gets the dashing and merry young sharpshooter from the ____shire regiment (who has perhaps not been as candid about his own past as would be ideal) instead.
Also, of course, that I have way too many other things to write.
So be kind, when you talk about Jane/Darcy, specify fandom.
2. Also, directed to an entirely different subset of fandom: Thor's Hammer is spelled Mjollnir. There is a certain amount of leeway allowed as it's a translation, but in no language is it spelled as if it rhymes with Kolinahr. When you spell it as if it rhymes with Kolinahr, I start thinking about the story where Jane is messing with Einstein-Rosen bridges and quantum entanglement and accidentally sends Bruce, Tony, Natasha and Darcy to the Starship Enterprise and Bruce and Spock get to talk C'thia.
And nobody wants to see that.
Nobody, right?
Especially not the part where Chekov referees Natasha and McCoy having a drinking contest.
Also it seems to have been decided that a bunch of fannish-ish people will be meeting to see Brave for the 3:30 matinee at Loews Boston Common, and then Pho. If anyone else in Boston who has fannish credentials would like to join us, you are still welcome to!
My last multishippy self-indulgent full-of-feelings Avengers fic is going to hit 10,000 views just about the same time my current multishippy self-indulgent full-of-feelings Avengers fic is going to hit 10,000 words. O tempora, o mores!
And speaking of Avengers, I have some kind requests to make of the fandom at large:
1. If you are writing or talking about Jane/Darcy, hooray I love you! More please? Only, please, please, can you always specify really clearly (outside the cut) what fandom you're talking about, or at least that it's femslash?
Because if you don't my brain immediately goes to the other obvious fandom for those names, and a) that ship is very, very wrong, and b) I start wanting to add to the fic that begins
"'It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single Asgardian in possession of a large hammer, must be in want of a wife,'" Darcy Lewis told them, because for a fact so self-evident, neither of them seemed to be aware of its veracity, or relevance to their own affairs.
She often found herself thanking Providence that she had chosen after all to take this position as lady's companion, for all that they could not afford to offer her what a larger establishment might; for Miss Jane Foster had bluestocking tendencies, and while Darcy was not averse to a touch of the lapis in her own legware, Jane was apt to forget that anything beyond her astronomic and meteorological interests existed at all, and Dr. Eric Selvig, her guardian and late father's dear friend, only encouraged her abstraction by his own studies. It was up to Darcy to remind them of the existence of a social round, limited as it was here in ____shire.
"Is that not a quotation from one of your circulating novels?" Dr. Selvig asked her dryly.
Darcy chose not to reply to this, as no possible continuance could be to her advantage; it would lead only to embarrassing protestations on her part, or embarrassing confessions on his.
"I suppose you will next suggest that I should visit him, so that you and Jane might make his acquaintance."
"It would be considerate of you, yes," she told him sweetly.
He harrumphed, and turned back to the ephemeris he was reading with his breakfast. "If these calculations regarding the moons of Saturn come out as they ought, perhaps I will have time in the next few weeks," he said.
Jane looked up from her book at the sound of someone speaking Astronomy, and then blinked in surprise. "Oh! Good morning, Darcy dear. Might you pass me one of those strawberry-filled pastries?"
Darcy sighed. This was going to be even more difficult than she had anticipated.
The only real problem it isn't femslash - Jane must end up with Thor of course, and I haven't yet figured out if I go with the original and Darcy ends up with Thor's overproud, manipulative, and rich foster-brother, or she gets the dashing and merry young sharpshooter from the ____shire regiment (who has perhaps not been as candid about his own past as would be ideal) instead.
Also, of course, that I have way too many other things to write.
So be kind, when you talk about Jane/Darcy, specify fandom.
2. Also, directed to an entirely different subset of fandom: Thor's Hammer is spelled Mjollnir. There is a certain amount of leeway allowed as it's a translation, but in no language is it spelled as if it rhymes with Kolinahr. When you spell it as if it rhymes with Kolinahr, I start thinking about the story where Jane is messing with Einstein-Rosen bridges and quantum entanglement and accidentally sends Bruce, Tony, Natasha and Darcy to the Starship Enterprise and Bruce and Spock get to talk C'thia.
And nobody wants to see that.
Nobody, right?
Especially not the part where Chekov referees Natasha and McCoy having a drinking contest.