Curator, gender sociologist, treehugger at large.

Once upon I time, I wrote some fanfic. Then I sorted it into a tidy little sticky post for you lovelyfolk.

Whither thou goest amongst the innumerable authors that fandom is blessed with, please remember that it means a lot to have the effort - sometimes considerable - that goes into writing these pieces rewarded by hearing that a fic resonated with a reader.

It's nothing to do with ego-stroking, it's about feeling that the time we spent to craft a story mattered - that it made someone else happy. We don't get paid for fanfic; appreciation is our only paycheck.

So the next time you peruse and enjoy, consider supporting your writers and artists with a comment. It's good karma, no?


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Written a couple of months ago when someone requested that I ship Fred/George. I realize 99.9984% of you are hardcore H/Ders, but thought I'd toss this up here as part of the scattershot attempt at archiving that's been underway.

As the twins are my favorite characters and I'd never given thought to a romantic version of our beloved ginger boys, I floundered about for inspiration, finally landing on the Deathly Hallows scene of Fred leaning over ear-wounded George. You know the one - Fred poignantly whispers "How're you feeling, Georgie?", and we all pretended we had something in our eye in the futile attempt to hide the fact that we were crying like sissyfaces from planet Wibble:





Since this is a potentially controversial pairing, a slightly more comprehensive disclaimerage: This is really more of a love story than it is erotica, and the way the sexuality is depicted here is vastly more subtle and gentle, in both overall ethos and specific language, than what's typical of my H/D. However, if the nature of the relationship depicted might upset you, please don't embark upon a read. Likewise for semiotic typography and titular double meanings. And we'll pretend the Burrow wasn't destroyed in the war, 'kay?

Mezza Voce
F/G, 1,800ish, Rated Mature/Low R, twincest. How're you feeling, Georgie?

( Not something everyone understands: Two different things can be the same. )

When disparate interests unexpectedly collide.






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While some of us have waxed earnestly philosophical about this, our eponymous punctuation mark, as part of larger engagements with slash fiction taken as a serious sociological matter, this is A Post of Considerable Silliness, therefore I shan't wax.

Instead I will note in concluding said postery that our beloved slanty line goes by a variety of monikers, all of them ripe with innuendo potential. (Much like an avocado. With innuendo.) Naturally, blondie and hedgehog hair cannot resist a little good clean linguistic fun, thus the Malfoy-Potter mini guide to the / mark:



Please, Draco. Stroke.

Do you want a forward stroke or an oblique one, Harry?

I don't care, as long as it leaves me slak against you.

If you don't choose, perhaps I'll just cast a virgula suspensiva on you, hmm?

Oh.. oh yes. But will the separatrix scratch my comma?

Not if you slant. Here, let me touch your- Oh, Harry. You're solidus.

Enough! Backslash me, Draco, and don't stop until I'm disambiguated!










Oh noes, we iz takin the slash seriously? We iz.

Slashing the Romance Narrative, The Journal of American Culture


Ever thought about writing an essay about slash/fandom/the like? Transformative Works and Cultures is here for you. As is dulcemia, who's a nice scholarly collaborator. Bakes you cookies and everything. (Eats most of them before she gets them to you, but even so.)

TWC




Slash on, lovely slashers.