Ok, now that I've had a few minutes to pace around my room (walking the angst off!), I have thoughts. Semi-coherient thoughts, even (ok, they're really not that coherient. I'm just gonna babble on for a bit instead of actual feedback.)
Oh, it just aches... Poor David. As a general rule I can't stand rpf, especially porny rpf, because I don't really enjoy the intrusion into their own, private lives. Plus I tend to ignore actors anyway (David Hewett? Who is this David Hewett person you speak of? It's Rodney McKay, damn it!) But I read this because it was you (leading me down the garden path to hell, you are!) and amireal, and the snippets were all lovely and fourth-wall breaking, which is always gonna tempt me, plus, you know, long engrossing porn with plot + day off = still in pj's at 4:31pm, which is pretty much my most favorite thing in the world.
Did I mention you broke my brain? Right-o, moving on then...
John is so utterly John in this. Even in fic, John can be so very two-dimensional, because he's such a closed, hidden person. This is possibly one of the most fleshed-out Johns I've read. And we *still* don't get a good explaination for that damn wristband. Or poor Not!Chuck.
Rodney. You know how as a fan, even if you love both members of a pairing, you still seem to identify with one more than the other? I identify with Rodney, so Shep and David's little game of poker just hurt (although, I too would have loved to have seen the look on Cadman's face). That fear of being replaced would have really eaten at him.
And David... oh gods. That ending killed me.
Gods that was fantastic. I hate you both. Please, ma'am's, can I have another?
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Date: 2006-11-02 06:24 am (UTC)Oh, it just aches... Poor David. As a general rule I can't stand rpf, especially porny rpf, because I don't really enjoy the intrusion into their own, private lives. Plus I tend to ignore actors anyway (David Hewett? Who is this David Hewett person you speak of? It's Rodney McKay, damn it!) But I read this because it was you (leading me down the garden path to hell, you are!) and
Did I mention you broke my brain? Right-o, moving on then...
John is so utterly John in this. Even in fic, John can be so very two-dimensional, because he's such a closed, hidden person. This is possibly one of the most fleshed-out Johns I've read. And we *still* don't get a good explaination for that damn wristband. Or poor Not!Chuck.
Rodney. You know how as a fan, even if you love both members of a pairing, you still seem to identify with one more than the other? I identify with Rodney, so Shep and David's little game of poker just hurt (although, I too would have loved to have seen the look on Cadman's face). That fear of being replaced would have really eaten at him.
And David... oh gods. That ending killed me.
Gods that was fantastic. I hate you both. Please, ma'am's, can I have another?