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out_thereYou know how sometimes, you read a story in a fandom you sometimes write in, and think, "That was really good, really fun" or "that wasn't bad, but I could have done it better"?
Other times you read a story and think, "I have never written a story as complete, as stunning, as pitch-perfect and lyrical as this."
A great example of a fic that causes the latter reaction is Linear Time -, Fucked-Up Time * by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
godofwine. It's beautiful, it's lyrical, and once you fall under it's rhythm, it's mesmerising.
When the Doctor invited you to go with him, you were thinking about Ianto's smile. You were thinking about a hot bath in Ianto's bathtub, feeling his elbows and knees knocking against your own, falling asleep to his pitch-perfect humming of The Beatles.
So you said no.
You remember wanting to take him to bed, not for sex, but to tell him stories and watch him laugh, hear it, feel the waves vibrating against your skin.
You wanted to see him in t-shirt and jeans, reading a newspaper with his head propped against your shoulder.
You wanted him.
Ignore the canon of Adam (TW 2.05). Forget about the Gray backstory. Then go and read.
Other times you read a story and think, "I have never written a story as complete, as stunning, as pitch-perfect and lyrical as this."
A great example of a fic that causes the latter reaction is Linear Time -, Fucked-Up Time * by
godofwine. It's beautiful, it's lyrical, and once you fall under it's rhythm, it's mesmerising.When the Doctor invited you to go with him, you were thinking about Ianto's smile. You were thinking about a hot bath in Ianto's bathtub, feeling his elbows and knees knocking against your own, falling asleep to his pitch-perfect humming of The Beatles.
So you said no.
You remember wanting to take him to bed, not for sex, but to tell him stories and watch him laugh, hear it, feel the waves vibrating against your skin.
You wanted to see him in t-shirt and jeans, reading a newspaper with his head propped against your shoulder.
You wanted him.
Ignore the canon of Adam (TW 2.05). Forget about the Gray backstory. Then go and read.
