and-now-slaves-of-the-glow-cloud:
Other fandoms think they go insane when shows finish up, but Deep Space Nine has gone so long without canon material that when someone went, “Guys. Pizza au tho”, everyone else went, “Yep. That makes sense. Let’s do that.”
DD9 Fic - Burning
by Lady Yate-xel
~2800 words
Julian returns home to discover there’s been a fire in the basement of the apartments where he lives.
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A non-sequential part of the Deep Dish Nine Pizza Shop AU.
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I wasn’t going to post this, but TInsnip said I should and then a few days later suddenly a lot of people really cared about DD9, so here we go. A thing that is not ‘next’ in my series. Much later on in the progress of the relationship than most of what has come before it. Just enjoy the non-sequential-ness of it all.
Read at AO3 or here under the Read More.
Something large must have happened in a fandom I have tumblr saviored, because my dash sometimes has only two to four posts a page, haha.
“In the original draft [of “The Enemy”] which I happened to read which we’re not allowed to see so we don’t make conversations like this, it was Troi and Geordi stranded on the planet and because Geordi was blinded by the electromagnetics preventing his VISOR from working when we came across the Romulan, it was actually Troi who incapacitated him. I felt very excited about this. I finally got to do something interesting and different and, of course, when the final script came out not only was I not on the planet, but I had one line at the end of the show - and that was actually cut. That’s the kind of thing that happens and I wish it wouldn’t.”
(via radioactivesoup)
It’s weirdly funny to me how many people following me have been startled by not knowing someone was supposed to be in/on their house.
I once armed myself at the sound of my own voice on an answering machine, even.
once some guys came to work on the roof and i didnt know until i looked out to see this guy right outside the window, which was startling since i was in the second floor, and in a tshirt and my underwear
Seriously, it’s some weird kind of miracle that I am wearing a bra and a real shirt today because I had to get some shit done and getting dressed for real helps me do it. I am fortunate to not have been in that situation!
And ANOTHER FANEURYSM comic about TNG. http://hijinksensue.com/comic/cosmic-sans/
(via maketreknotwar)
“Irked fans produce fanfic like irritated oysters produce pearls.”
Jacqueline Lichtenberg in Fic by Anne Jamison (via treizquatorz)
Love it.
(via marybegone)
I have this great image in my mind of fans collectively rolling rough, hard-edged canon under our tongues. 24/7 we work at it, frustrated as it grates against the most tender part of us. All the while we are smoothing it, giving it bits of ourselves to make it better, perfecting it until it’s something more significant and beautiful than the original story it began from could ever fathom.
(via marguerite26)
That’s pretty much exactly how it goes.
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