this might be the place

I've gotten a smattering of holiday cards already, and let me just say, there is nothing quite as awesome as trudging downstairs to get the mail, half-awake, and seeing an envelope addressed to Mel Sparklepants. I mean, that's just fun. So, huge thank you to sorachsilver, gaffsie (that is kind of the cutest John and Rodney drawing ever), sky_flakes, fawkesielady_ed, and pennyplainknits (Hogswatch FTW). As a bonus, my father is ragingly jealous. "Why don't I get mail from Germany?" he whines every time he passes them. \o/

In other news, I have a few fictional bones to pick.

• Writing het sex does not automatically grant you the right to use terrifying metaphors like 'scramble her eggs'. If a man ever even mentioned scrambling my eggs in a joking manner, I would knee him in the groin.
  
  
• If, metaphorically, RayK and Fraser are having gay sex and Fraser decides to suck on Ray's nipples, it is not acceptable to describe anything on Ray's body as a tit. Ray Kowalski is so skinny he's freaking concave. There are no tits. Do not do this. I will cry.
  
  
• Rodney McKay does not speak like Bill S. Preston Esquire. Sputtering? A-ok. Post-coital blithering? That's pretty much a given. "Totally radical, dude, can I bum a ride?" No. Please acquire an episode or a brain. Either will do.

Ahhh. I feel much better now. *places cucumber slices over eyes*

How To Improve Your Marriage Without Talking About It by katjad (McKay/Sheppard, NC-17) ~14,427 words
There are no words to express, really, how much I adore this story. Marry or die fic! By katjad! It's delightful and in-character and awkward as hell in the sweetest way possible; Rodney's offensive without being obnoxious, John's so in over his head, and the end will leave you fondly going, "Oh, Zelenka."

"Gentlemen." Elizabeth's tone of voice was enough to make both of them stop talking and look at her, which in Rodney's case was really saying something. She sounded tired, or possibly like she wanted to hit somebody. Probably Rodney, if John had to guess—he just had that kind of effect on people. "Being on the next corridor over isn't going to cut it. The elder told Teyla you need to be in the same bed."

There was a moment of horrified silence.

"This is the part where you're completely and utterly kidding, right?" John said.

Rodney snapped his fingers. "Wait, I've got it: it's April Fool's on Earth, isn't it? It has to be. It's, yes, convert the months to—No, wait, it's only mid-March. You're not kidding, are you? This is—this is not good."

Go on, shoo!

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Now, this is going to probably make me sound schizophrenic or something after the yay above, but I'm just goddamn fed up with it. So.

If you're tired of hearing me talk about SGA, move the hell on. Defriend me, find some new people to share in your current obsession, whatever. I had fun in Supernatural for a while, it was nice, but I think it's kind of glaringly obvious by now that SPN is not my main squeeze. I still watch it, I still adore it, and occasionally I'll read a fic if it's by an author I like. But I am going to keep talking about John Sheppard being a hotass and I am going to keep posting fic about how much he loves Rodney McKay. If that's not something you want clogging up your flist, don't complain to me about it. Just click the little button at the top of my userinfo and you'll be free as a bird.

This is not to say that any of you who like Supernatural should Get Gone - because I love having all of you on my flist, and a lot of you I'm friends with in a more solid way than just through a shared fandom - but those few who are extremely bothered by my journal's content as of late? Please don't feel obligated to stay.

I've just finished reading a story. It was a good story, very well written - beautifully written in fact, with spot-on characterization that made me cry a little bit in the middle - but I got to the end, after all this emotional build up and plot and gorgeousness, and I was so unsatisfied that I actually don't know what to do with myself now. So just a few questions and then I'm gonna beg you for recs, because I feel wretched and I need happy, SATISFYING endings.

- What's the most important part of a story to you?

- Is it more pleasing to be constantly on your toes, or for there to be one or two truly surprising twists in an otherwise predictable plot?

- What makes a fic truly rewarding to read? What makes it something you want to reread?

'Kay, so now I want happy fic recs, wincest or j2. Someone? Who loves me a whole lot and is totally willing to be smished? Pleeeeaseee.

Ok, so if y'all haven't seen the wonderful love fest going on over here at superspn, you should go see it now. I'm only on page four of the comments, but it's already made my day - especially the one comment here, by deirdre_c. I think it pretty much summs up everything I adore about our fandom.

*has a fuzzy moment* I love you all. You know that, right?

Personally, I've been in "fandom" as a general thing for years and years now - I can't even properly remember what age I was when I discovered ff.net. I've been through ten or so different fandoms, some just as flings and others in a more involved way, and I'm curious. Tell me about how you first got involved in this whole crazy world.

Some guiding questions:

• What show or book (or whatever) first introduced you to fanfiction?


• How did you get into the fan community on livejournal?


• If you've had other fandoms, did you participate or just lurk?


• Is Supernatural the first fandom you've really been active in?

And some more general questions, if you're so inclined:

• Had you ever been involved in RPS before this fandom?


• Why do you think RPS is so popular here?


• How did you first find Supernatural - the show?

Dear Fandom,

Why can't we be friends? Why?

Cautiously Yours,
Mel

Um, as a sort of addenum to the last post, I am apparently freakishly euphoric when I don't sleep. I haven't stopped grinning and bouncing since about...3AM. I've decided that having this much energy is not normal.

Also, I have writ fic, pls to be running away now.

Dude, I am never gonna be able to see 'pls' again without thinking of that 'grease, pls' text-message. Fandom has ruined me. Ruined me. And I thought HP-fandom was bad.

Oh, oh, that reminds me, actually, haha, I totally had a horrible fangirl moment at the store yesterday. I saw the used walkmen and my first thought was of Dean and his absolutely adorable moment in "Phantom Flyer" with the grin and him being so damn proud. I squealed out loud and then I had to go hide in a corner.

On an entirely different note, winterlive owns my soul. 

Yeah, that's all I've got.