Jilli, that makes perfect sense and I don't know why it didn't occur to me. It is absolutely obvious.
(Pete! If she's gone tell her to come back! I have seen the error of my ways!)
'Objects In Space'
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: San Francisco, May 19-21, 2006! Everything else, go here! Swag!
Jilli, that makes perfect sense and I don't know why it didn't occur to me. It is absolutely obvious.
(Pete! If she's gone tell her to come back! I have seen the error of my ways!)
I totally and completely understand Jilli's squick. It's the same squick that makes me run away, fingers in my ears, screaming lalalalalala, from people who even mention to me that such things as Narnia and Oz and A Little Princess fic exist (unless it's strictly gen and exceptionally well-written).
More adventures with sword-wielding talking mice and daring escapes across windswept deserts to the North of fruitfulness and freedom, great. More stories about late-night communications across the dingy London rooftops with the Hindu man who reminds Sara of her early childhood, full of muslin dresses and parasols and the hot Indian sun and both her parents still alive and the world a good and safe place, oh my yes. Any fic that so much as implies any of these characters growing up and having Teh Sex, I don't even care with who, NO NO NO.
I can't let myself think about Calvin and Hobbes fic or it gets me completely distressed, and if there's E. Nesbit fic, I don't ever, ever, ever want to hear about it. Nuh and uh.
Though I do think it's - barely - conceivable that Kanga might be a widow, who never speaks of Roo's papa but wipes away a silent tear every now and then after Roo is safely tucked in his pouch. Widows are so very kindly and noble and respectable.
Any fic that so much as implies any of these characters growing up and having Teh Sex, I don't even care with who, NO NO NO.
But The Horse and His Boy with a grownup Queen Susan being courted was alright, yes?
Honestly, I've been very scared of something like this. That is, people grouping with people they know and breaking off into groups. It's made me loath to commit to things because I'm afraid I'll just end up feeling a bit lonely.
Never gonna happen. The DC F2F was Maria's (MFNLaw) first F2F, and I noticed her sitting off to the side a bit in the hospitality suite, and so I went over and introduced myself and started gushing about how gorgeous she is, and then started introducing her to everyone else, and she was immediately swept up in the socialness.
I mean, we might shun you if you start poking people in the eye, but even then, it's doubtful.
It's as I always suspected; JZ and I are long-lost sisters.
t hangs head
Jilli, I am very very sorry. I did not know of squick and will never ever ever mention these bad things that are NOT TRUE ever ever again.
t offers coffin shaped Belgian chocolates as gift
very VERY not true
t passes over bat shaped champagne truffles
Never gonna happen. The DC F2F was Maria's (MFNLaw) first F2F, and I noticed her sitting off to the side a bit in the hospitality suite, and so I went over and introduced myself and started gushing about how gorgeous she is, and then started introducing her to everyone else, and she was immediately swept up in the socialness.
Tep is absolutely correct. The DC F2F was my first as well, and I met scads of people and spent time in all kinds of social groupings.
But The Horse and His Boy with a grownup Queen Susan being courted was alright, yes?
Yup. That's canon, and there wasn't much of any of Teh Sex in there, mostly just acknowledgement of her beauty and a lot of skeevy political machinations.
I'd also be willing to make an exception for a several-years-into-the-marriage fic about Shasta and Aravis, whose furiously quarrelsome loyalty I'd be happy to read more of, but it had better not be PWP. There are plenty of other already grown-up 'verses that are plenty amenable to PWP. Leave them alone, or I'll shake my fists and stamp my feet, I will! And my hands and feet are NOT AT ALL WEE. What I shake at or stomp on stays good and shaken or stomped.
It's as I always suspected; JZ and I are long-lost sisters.
::borrows Jilli's favorite hat without telling her, gets an ice-cream stain on the brim and tries to cover it up with a Sharpie; blames as-yet unspecified youngest sibling for whole debacle::
t also brings absinthe and chocolate brownies