January 2012
White Collar fic: practicality →
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Tag to episode 3.12, Upper West Side Story
Chloe Woods grows up so much more practical than her dad.
So I finished my mehndi (henna), and it looks awesome, but now I’m wondering why the hell the bit in the middle of my palm is a completely different color from the rest of it.
I love henna except for how it falls off at inopportune moments and gets stuck in my keyboard and makes my hand fall asleep.
But I love henna.
And now I'm writing a fic about Chloe Woods aka that girl from White Collar
because I liked her and the show is dumb and I need to do something to make me feel better and I feel like this is an appropriate use of my time and energy and frustration and things.
I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS.
Here, have a snippet:
Chloe Woods is a smart girl. She knows that, her teachers know that, Evan obviously knows that, or he wouldn’t like her.
Her father doesn’t seem to know that, though. He doesn’t seem to know that she notices when he makes shady calls, when he meets secretly with his lawyers and checks his phones regularly for bugs and always wears the same shifty-eyed look.
Then again, he didn’t think she noticed when he would sneak out of the house and sneak back in at three in the morning, suit rumpled and a lipstick stain on his face.
I just finished watching the new White Collar ep
and there were so many things problematic about the way they treated that one girl (Chloe? Chloe…Woods, was that it?) that now I just want to write fic about her being awesome and strong and breaking free of her father’s control, and also NOT ALL TEENAGE GIRLS ARE PAWNS TO BE MANIPULATED SO THAT THE RIGHT GUY GETS HER, OKAY, WHITE COLLAR? OKAY? OKAY.
Sooooo I’m probably going to write fic about her, now. :D
Newt Gingrich sounds like a character from Harry Potter.
"There is but one step from the grotesque to the horrible"
Disclaimer: this rant is written for a specific group of people. If you don’t belong to it, you already know that you don’t, congratulations, great shall be your reward in the afterlife.
DEAR [PEOPLE WHO DEBATE ABOUT SHERLOCK HOLMES’ SEXUALITY],
Right okay so! I was going to let this go. I really was! I am not feeling well today, and I saw this, and I was irritated as all fuck, and I thought to myself “No, no, do not. Do not! It is not worth it.” And then I found this, in which the author of this post responds to a “Why can’t you just let people have fun,” criticism with the following: “My family had to flee our native home of Disneyland during the Fun Pogrom of the 1990s. Our Jumpy House burned to the ground and I’ve avoided fun every since.”
As it turns out, pogrom jokes? Yeah, they’re my breaking point. Who knew, right? So…
Dear Asshole:
Here are some things I’m not going to do. I’m not going to talk about the queering of literature, and why what you’ve said in this post shits all over the rights and realities and histories of an entire population; my dear friend Postcard has done that better than I ever could right here. I’m not going to go through your entire post point by point and illustrate each and every way in which things you’ve stated as “incontrovertible fact” are, in fact, anything but (and I’m putting that in quotation marks, by the way, to illustrate my careful reading, since you’re so quick to point out, in your replies post, that “This is why reading frequently is important, btw, so you catch things like this”). I don’t have all day, after all. I’m certainly not going to get into an argument with you about the various and assorted reasons I choose to read the text as queer, because, quite frankly, I don’t need to justify myself to you, and neither does anyone else.
What I am going to do is talk about your tone. The sidebar of your tumblr advises me that you “do teaching,” so consider this some constructive criticism of your presentation method, hmm? Because between you and me, buddy, I’ll tell you what: you could use some work.
