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'Dirty Girls'


Fan Fiction: Writers, Readers, and Enablers  

This thread is for fanfic recs, links, and discussion, but not for actual posting of fanfic.


shrift - Jan 02, 2003 1:16:19 pm PST #2402 of 10000
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

Been a while since I've read this, and it's still damn hysterical: Deep Fanfic Thoughts, by Jack Handey.


Anne W. - Jan 02, 2003 1:28:36 pm PST #2403 of 10000
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

Thanks, shrift!

(Check out shiny new tagline)


P.M. Marc - Jan 02, 2003 1:31:17 pm PST #2404 of 10000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

If they had fanfic back in the Dark Ages, I bet the most common question readers would ask is, "Can't you put a catapult in this story?" No, I'm sorry. That would violate canon.

Broken now.


Connie Neil - Jan 02, 2003 1:35:51 pm PST #2405 of 10000
brillig

Oh, gleep. Canon. Trebuchets. gleep.

Darn you all, especially Lizard. Now I've got a whole bunch more bookmarks to check out in slowtime.

How is Glass Onion rep-wise, compared to fanfiction.net? I'm feeling hte hunger for more feedback.


shrift - Jan 02, 2003 1:36:05 pm PST #2406 of 10000
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

I'm also fond of:

Consider the daffodil. And while you're doing that, I'll be over here, taking your story and posting it as my own to another list.

Too bad Starsky didn't know how to ice skate, because then you could write a story where he's in Holland on a case and Hutch says, "Starsky, go skate for help," and people would really like it.

People think it's fun to write fanfic because you get all those readers. But they forget the negative side, which is the psychosis.


P.M. Marc - Jan 02, 2003 1:36:43 pm PST #2407 of 10000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

If you define trolling as signing onto a list under a false identity, flaming people at random for no good reason and then acting like you're the victim when people finally get fed up, then yes, Miss Goody Two-Shoes, I guess I am a troll.

REALLY BROKEN NOW!!!!!

Too funny.


Fay - Jan 02, 2003 1:52:25 pm PST #2408 of 10000
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

How is Glass Onion rep-wise, compared to fanfiction.net? I'm feeling hte hunger for more feedback

No comparison.

Fanfiction.net - shedloads of people, lots of shite, some good stuff.

Glass Onion - handful of people, no shite that I've read, some okay stuff, some good stuff, some v. good stuff.


P.M. Marc - Jan 02, 2003 2:00:20 pm PST #2409 of 10000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

How is Glass Onion rep-wise, compared to fanfiction.net? I'm feeling hte hunger for more feedback.

You will get less feedback, but when something is good, you will get better feedback and, at the risk of sounding like the biggest snob in snobionia, often from writers, which for some reason means more to me.

Silverlake has Feedback Fridays. Low-key, on-list, groovy. Yeah, I tend to limit where I post my stuff to places I dig/respect/etc. BUT, I don't tend to post WIPs anywhere but the LJ.

I don't even look at ff.net anymore.


Michele T. - Jan 02, 2003 2:01:56 pm PST #2410 of 10000
with a gleam in my eye, and an almost airtight alibi

I can picture in my mind a list where everyone engages in fascinating, incisive debates on important ideas, where creativity is nurtured and all opinions are equally respected. And I can picture trolling that list into oblivion, because they'd never see it coming.

I have nothing to add to this.


Connie Neil - Jan 02, 2003 2:03:45 pm PST #2411 of 10000
brillig

So perhaps I'll spend part of the weekend in a stealth fic-bombing of the Glass Onion. Or something that doesn't sound so violent.