HTFAO is one of very few examples I can currently think of that fulfills one of my favorite fic genres: Mulder-other-leading-to-msr,-readable. Most of these excursions have been, in my experience, Marysue specials with silly Marysues and silly writing. There are some exceptions ("Flying Under the Radar"?) but in those cases there is some kind of naked anti-Scully prejudice, and I'm not having that. I like Scully. I like her with Mulder.
Unlike most, I am not terribly disturbed by what might be considered OOC depictions of our heroes. (This is, of course, all about me.) There were many contradictory and teasing hints in the hundreds of scripts we now consider, and I like seeing them played out to the max. It's like shucking off a straitjacket.
Dating Mulder suits me fine. He's frustrated at being kept from his quest and vulnerable to boredom. Maybe he remembers how manly dating made him feel in the olden days before the quest. Scully's never going to make the move that would fascinate him into the bedroom. She doesn't really know that she wants Mulder--her common sense keeps her from considering him as a boyfriend, thus putting her in the Wendy camp--but some genuine competition wakes her up. And Susan is genuine. This is not a Marysue. Or if it is, I like her. I'm sure I'd adore either Punk or Sab personally. They are so perceptive and funny, emphasis on the latter, and that's the key to my heart.
Oh, I like having an "other" because a real story needs a conflict. Smut biscuits may be tasty, but have little nutritive value. As much as I like "Never," W was right in pointing out that it posited a casefile that got tossed after the sex.
Was Scully really so flirty? They both seem to think she was. Talking about signs and lovers. I enjoyed it.
Anyhow, she was drugged.
I got pretty tired of that mug of tea.
Oh: anybody notice that the "symbol" of the relationship crash is an ashtray? Who the heck deals in ashtrays anymore? And that S thinks it an appropriate gift for her boyfriend is a deal-breaker. First, M doesn't smoke. Second, we remember who does.
Frankly, I feel that "Banging Your Head Against a Red-Haired Brick Wall" is disqualified by its title.
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Unlike most, I am not terribly disturbed by what might be considered OOC depictions of our heroes. (This is, of course, all about me.) There were many contradictory and teasing hints in the hundreds of scripts we now consider, and I like seeing them played out to the max. It's like shucking off a straitjacket.
Dating Mulder suits me fine. He's frustrated at being kept from his quest and vulnerable to boredom. Maybe he remembers how manly dating made him feel in the olden days before the quest. Scully's never going to make the move that would fascinate him into the bedroom. She doesn't really know that she wants Mulder--her common sense keeps her from considering him as a boyfriend, thus putting her in the Wendy camp--but some genuine competition wakes her up. And Susan is genuine. This is not a Marysue. Or if it is, I like her. I'm sure I'd adore either Punk or Sab personally. They are so perceptive and funny, emphasis on the latter, and that's the key to my heart.
Oh, I like having an "other" because a real story needs a conflict. Smut biscuits may be tasty, but have little nutritive value. As much as I like "Never," W was right in pointing out that it posited a casefile that got tossed after the sex.
Was Scully really so flirty? They both seem to think she was. Talking about signs and lovers. I enjoyed it.
Anyhow, she was drugged.
I got pretty tired of that mug of tea.
Oh: anybody notice that the "symbol" of the relationship crash is an ashtray? Who the heck deals in ashtrays anymore? And that S thinks it an appropriate gift for her boyfriend is a deal-breaker. First, M doesn't smoke. Second, we remember who does.
Frankly, I feel that "Banging Your Head Against a Red-Haired Brick Wall" is disqualified by its title.