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I must have slept on my neck weirdly last night, because it has been soooo stiff and unhappy all day. Hope it feels better tomorrow :(
Today's rec comes to you courtesy of 2006; makes me realise how long I've been maintaining a delicious account for. Now on 1974 recs in 99 fandoms.
Wow, self. You read a looooot of fanfic.
Having talked about our ancient love of The Sentinel last weekend I decided the time was ripe to revisit some of the old fic that I adored so much. Sadly a lot of it seems to be vanishing from the internet as servers go cold and hosts shut down; still, some of it remains, and it was always a fandom with an unusually high quality of fic (especially compared to the show which was, with the best will in the world, mediocre; it was the fandom that made it great.)
The Sentinel is one of those fandoms I recommend diving into even if you never get to see the show (though I may be able to, ahem, hook you up with some if you'd like.) You can pick up most of what you need to know online, and it's so rewarding fanfic-wise that it's totally worth it. Give it a go! This was one of my milestone fandoms and has shaped my fandom - and writing, and creating - experience in ways I am still discovering.
Please bear in mind that I haven't read this story in years, so I am going off my memory of loving this fic. Not only does Lemondrop have a delicate and hauntingly lyrical style, but she also writes the attachment between two people with so light and yet meaningful a hand that it lingers with you for a long time after you have finished reading. This, as I recall, is one of my favourites.
Cloud Mountain by Lemondrop. Extract: There were ten acres of apple orchards on Cloud Mountain, all dormant now after the harvest and press. They strolled through an old orchard, the trees gnarled and twisted, and then through a much younger one. Most of the leaves had fallen, and the ground was mounded with drifts of crunchy yellow leaves. Jim sorted through them until he found the perfect apple leaf and tucked it in his breast pocket, then searched until he found another for Blair, who took it solemnly.
They located the double wooden doors to the cellar and pulled them open to find half-gallon jugs of cider. Jim sniffed one cautiously; not hard, he assured Blair, and they carried two back to the house. The cider was icy cold and very sweet. Its flavor brought back memories of childhood to Jim: his mom getting apple cider for Jim and his friends while they played basketball in the driveway. An after-school drink for Stevie. Halloween. He didn't ask Blair what it reminded him of.
Tags: thesentinel, jim/blair, slash, fic, a:lemondrop
Today's rec comes to you courtesy of 2006; makes me realise how long I've been maintaining a delicious account for. Now on 1974 recs in 99 fandoms.
Wow, self. You read a looooot of fanfic.
Having talked about our ancient love of The Sentinel last weekend I decided the time was ripe to revisit some of the old fic that I adored so much. Sadly a lot of it seems to be vanishing from the internet as servers go cold and hosts shut down; still, some of it remains, and it was always a fandom with an unusually high quality of fic (especially compared to the show which was, with the best will in the world, mediocre; it was the fandom that made it great.)
The Sentinel is one of those fandoms I recommend diving into even if you never get to see the show (though I may be able to, ahem, hook you up with some if you'd like.) You can pick up most of what you need to know online, and it's so rewarding fanfic-wise that it's totally worth it. Give it a go! This was one of my milestone fandoms and has shaped my fandom - and writing, and creating - experience in ways I am still discovering.
Please bear in mind that I haven't read this story in years, so I am going off my memory of loving this fic. Not only does Lemondrop have a delicate and hauntingly lyrical style, but she also writes the attachment between two people with so light and yet meaningful a hand that it lingers with you for a long time after you have finished reading. This, as I recall, is one of my favourites.
Cloud Mountain by Lemondrop. Extract: There were ten acres of apple orchards on Cloud Mountain, all dormant now after the harvest and press. They strolled through an old orchard, the trees gnarled and twisted, and then through a much younger one. Most of the leaves had fallen, and the ground was mounded with drifts of crunchy yellow leaves. Jim sorted through them until he found the perfect apple leaf and tucked it in his breast pocket, then searched until he found another for Blair, who took it solemnly.
They located the double wooden doors to the cellar and pulled them open to find half-gallon jugs of cider. Jim sniffed one cautiously; not hard, he assured Blair, and they carried two back to the house. The cider was icy cold and very sweet. Its flavor brought back memories of childhood to Jim: his mom getting apple cider for Jim and his friends while they played basketball in the driveway. An after-school drink for Stevie. Halloween. He didn't ask Blair what it reminded him of.
Tags: thesentinel, jim/blair, slash, fic, a:lemondrop
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