Hi there. Those who remember my attitudes--been absent a while--will know that I prefer brief and tight and understated prose to its opposite. I really like this fic, and part of that is that it doesn't waste time with over-explanation.
To revert to superficialities, it also provided me with some of my favorite things. There is the authentically terrifying (Scully's balloon body), plenty of sexual tension, and the displacement of realities which is so hard to do and which cannot really be explained. Not, at least, until they get quantum physics pinned down for the layperson. There is even humor. Anyone who cannot laugh at the impeccable Scully wallowing in mud has no soul.
As for the sex itself: pretty overheated and overspecific. But this dates from the days when CC the virginal prohibited what we were all thinking about, so I suppose it served a purpose.
I am piqued with Wendy's idea of the completed sex act putting the time aberrations back in order. To go more meta, this makes a kind of sense. For the majority of what became a monster fandom (no pun there), the chemistry thing was the motivation to watch a lot of nonsense about, well, monsters. Not that, in the right hands, that wasn't enjoyable. But somehow, at least before William and a rather boring non-FBI shackup, the sex seemed to be the entire end focus of the show. It is appropriate that hot coitus settled the universe down. The astrologer in "Syzgy" might appreciate it. And then that damn memory loss. What's that wonderful Syntax6 story in which Scully forgets all about doing Mulder in Puerto Rico? Wendy?
For the lady who likes smut, you might enjoy the work of Jess, Jess M, Jess Mabe. Her stuff must still be on Gossamer and she is recognizable by her shameless kidding around. Most of the time. And fictional use of, shall I say, a common physical indulgence.
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Date: 2015-08-25 03:13 pm (UTC)To revert to superficialities, it also provided me with some of my favorite things. There is the authentically terrifying (Scully's balloon body), plenty of sexual tension, and the displacement of realities which is so hard to do and which cannot really be explained. Not, at least, until they get quantum physics pinned down for the layperson. There is even humor. Anyone who cannot laugh at the impeccable Scully wallowing in mud has no soul.
As for the sex itself: pretty overheated and overspecific. But this dates from the days when CC the virginal prohibited what we were all thinking about, so I suppose it served a purpose.
I am piqued with Wendy's idea of the completed sex act putting the time aberrations back in order. To go more meta, this makes a kind of sense. For the majority of what became a monster fandom (no pun there), the chemistry thing was the motivation to watch a lot of nonsense about, well, monsters. Not that, in the right hands, that wasn't enjoyable. But somehow, at least before William and a rather boring non-FBI shackup, the sex seemed to be the entire end focus of the show. It is appropriate that hot coitus settled the universe down. The astrologer in "Syzgy" might appreciate it. And then that damn memory loss. What's that wonderful Syntax6 story in which Scully forgets all about doing Mulder in Puerto Rico? Wendy?
For the lady who likes smut, you might enjoy the work of Jess, Jess M, Jess Mabe. Her stuff must still be on Gossamer and she is recognizable by her shameless kidding around. Most of the time. And fictional use of, shall I say, a common physical indulgence.