Seperis (seperis) wrote,

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Okay, I'm going to actually be contributory to fandom and not the superleech of writing I've been for the last, oh, two weeks.



Driving With Crocodile Shoes by Thamiris. The hotness does NOT end. Beautiful episode extension of Redux, with a lovely Lex wearing those oh so damn hot sunglasses. Thamiris' beautiful style is as usual, flawless, and it makes me oh so warm and fuzzy. Oh yes.

The Fortress of Domination by ingrid. I laughed myself SICK. I mean...oh my GOD....

Like all other tyrants before him, Superman went to bed one night a solider and woke up a god.

That first morning, when he publicly announced to the world he'd developed a spontaneous immunity to Kryptonite and it could no longer be used as a weapon against him, the peoples of the Earth cheered, then went back about their business.

The cheers turned into mass confusion when, in less than a week, he got rid of everything that annoyed him whether people wanted him to get rid of it or not. Nuclear bombs, chemical weapons, pistachio pudding, even the world's supply of Mrs. Dash's salt substitute were gathered up and flung into the outer reaches of space never to be seen again.


Kal-El sat floating on a hovering throne, his black hair longer and falling freely around the top of his shoulders, curling over his forehead in youthful waves. The eyes were still a piercing shade of blue-green, the rock-solid muscles still rippled and all in all it was a much better presentation, even if Lex was loathe to admit it.

His mortal enemy looked pretty damned good in his new role as despot, which made Lex's frothing jealousy burn just a little bit hotter. Not to mention he'd warned everyone this was what Superman would eventually turn into and no one had ever believed him.

Oh, the pain of being right.

It only gets better from here on out. *nudges* Go read.

Suit Yourself by reetchick. *snickers* I KNEW Clark had no fashion sense. Superman in festive costume. I mean....*giggle* Yeah. It's cute.

With the Lights On by jacynrebeckah. Talking during sex. Talking DIRTY during sex. Im really easy to please in that. Dear GOD.

Whistle While You Work by Pearl-o. I don't know if I did this one yet, but when she showed me the first draft, I was TOTALLy infatuated. College!Clark! Cuteness! CLexiness. And it's just perfect. *sighs* Like the happy warm fuzzines of joy and all.

Six Fall on a Saturday This Year by Jessica. I absolutely love this AU and it delights me beyond words that Jessica has developed it this much. Nicky's birthday. A cute kid who IS a kid, wonderful pov switches, and so much domestic CLex I was literally in a puddle of gooey happiness. I don't think anyone does this better than Jessica.

Fell in Love With a Girl by Lint. Lana here--works. Canonically AND how I want to see her, which is rare as hell. Bittersweet, strangely wistful, and I--seriously feel for Lana. *sighs*


Rana made me a new icon! Pretty pretty Human!Clark one! *happy*

isilya's closed the Snugglefic Challenge and the Literary Challenge, which I completely tuned out somehow. *blinks* HOW did I miss it? Oh, right. My complete thing of missing everything fannish.

Feel free not to follow the cut. I just need to vent myself out before I start posting more Human!Clark.

I love writing. I love Human!Clark. I have not been seriously obsessed with a storyline like this since Three Impossible Things and A Handful of Dust. It's--stressing and frustrating and completely absolutely thrilling as hell. Anyone here who writes knows what I mean. Writing always gets me high, to the point where I pretty much tune out everything else. And that means everything else fannish, literally. Which is a weird feeling, because I feel like I'm not just missing out on what everyone's up to, missing their WiPs, not encouraging or feedbacking or doing anything useful for other fans, but I'm disconnecting from the entire reason I love fandom, which is the people. I can't even really beta right now because my focus is so strict--I'm scared to death that if I even take a break, I'll completely lose the rhythm of this story and be unable to complete it. And God, chatting--*winces*. I'm being horribly rude and I know it and I feel liek I should be apologizing for not being more active, since I really AM interested in everyone's WiPs and ficcish problems, etc.

It's--*thinks*. It's the community thing. I don't do artwork, or at least, really good artwork, though I think I'm getting better. I'm a lousy beta most of the time unless I'm working with someone who trusts me a LOT and I know pretty well so I don't feel worried they'll be angry when I start my slash and burn routine if I think a story needs it. I don't run archives or lists or communities or help in any way with the infrastructure--it's more than I don't have time, because I can damn well make time if I really have something that's got to be done, it's that I don't have the patience. I tried being that in two fandoms and did mediocre in both at best, incompetent at worst.

*sighs* I feel like this huge sloth of--fannish uselessness. Three people I consider close friends posted fic recently, one IS posting fic soon, several are working on fic, and I didn't even notice enough to send feedback, and that's just so absolutely wrong. And saying, I don't have time doesn't cut it. They make time for me when I post or when I need help, so I can damn well defocus a while.


Okay, back to writing. I've done an outline now and I don't need the flu if I can work this out correctly. *sticks tongue out at bonibaru* So there.

Hmm. I'm going to make myself a jenn-pity icon, to warn people for when I am going into self-pity mode so they can make a run for it.

I'm going to answer comments tonight. Every last one. *nods firmly*

Off to write.
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