write all the cliches?

[angelgazing]

Things of note:

1. I am currently trying to talk musesfool into writing a story with ALL THE CLICHES IN THE WORLD.
   
2. ... How many fanfic tropes could you fit into one story?
   
3. Shut up. I am totally not tempted to try and write all the cliches.
   
4. Though, lucky for me, jibrailis wrote The Big Sleep, which is a story where Arthur's vicious in his sleep, and Eames subdues him with petting. You guys, this is the story of my heart! Having to be stealthy to cuddle! Petting! Hating on the creeptasticness that is Edward!
   
5. \o/
   
6. Also, the awesome thing about fandom: someone else will write it so you don't have to! :DDD
   
7. Okay, so I might be considering attempting the write all the cliches.
   
8. /o\
   

Comments

[pyroclastic.livejournal.com]

I don't even get the Glee fandom. We're given such a great universe to play in and such great cliches to toy with and we all write the same damn fics over and over and over again. Most of fandom doesn't even write or read fic. It's all discussion, I swear.

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

And it's all like, mpreg and rape fic! I love cracky schmoopy fic more the the average fangirl, and half the stories in that fandom drive me nuts. LET THEM BE BOYS, GLEE FANDOM, IT'S WHAT I LOVE ABOUT THEM.

Of course, I still can't figure out my bakery fic enough to finish it, which is the most annoying thing in the entire world. :\

[pyroclastic.livejournal.com]

Not gonna lie, I'm a sucker for rape!hurt/comfort fic. It's the only trope my friends let me like. XD I prefer crack/humor which is sorely lacking in this fandom. At least well-written crack/humor. Also porn. And believable future-fic.

I'm okay with mpreg if it's, like, Harry Potter. Otherwise I just... no. No way. Absolutely not.

Hmm.... Everyone gets high from Nona's special recipe cupcakes and there's an orgy? Have you had a baking supply food fight yet? What pairing is it, if there's one at all?

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

I can read just about anything if it's well written. I've read mpreg before that I actually enjoyed! But, uh, I... haven't exactly seen any that have blown me away, you know? I know I've seen a rape fic that handled the topic very well, but the writing and characterization was done so badly I couldn't get through it. :\

And I agree about the crack/humor. God, I love that. That's also part of Inception becoming my new happy place, I think. There is hilarious fic! There is fic that is well written! The characters get to be complex and well-rounded! There is cracktasticness and awesomeness and for every story that can rip my heart out and stomp on it, there is one that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and inside. I want that for Glee so, so much, and it just fails to live up to the potential I can see for it, and it makes me sad.

I have totally had the baking supply food fight. They had a food fight with Skittles and candy hearts, okay. I clearly have no room to be talking about how the fandom needs more well-written fic, since I'm clearly not going to be contributing to it. It's Puck/Kurt, cause... that's how I roll. But they are being ridiculous and Puck is pining a lot. I'm the biggest sucker in the world for pining, apparently.

Have a snipit of terribleness!

"You did not," Kurt howls, in outrage that is at least sixty-five percent faked, a rough edge to his cries from the laughter he's trying to hold at bay. Kurt ducks under Puck's arm to round the table behind him in a flash. He starts rapid-firing the candy hearts Quinn is using at Puck's head one after another.

Sometimes, Puck looks at Kurt and it's like the breath gets knocked out of him, like getting tackled during a game. It can blindside him, leave him on the ground with bruised ribs and the heavy weight of missed opportunities and want sitting on top of him, holding him down.

And sometimes, Kurt laughs like he means it, loud and bright and happy, and Puck can't do anything but stand there and smile stupidly, because most times Puck gets to take responsibility for it. Puck used to worry that he'd never have something to be proud of, not really, but nothing—not even PuckCakes—could make him more proud of himself that Kurt's mouth stretched in a smile, even if it happens while Kurt is lobbing hard candy at him with better aim than Finn ever had on the field.

Still, Puck has no choice—no choice—but to grab a bag of Skittles and defend himself as Kurt tries to stay ducked behind Quinn for cover. Brittany dives behind the other side of the table, undoubtedly digging for more ammunition. Quinn keeps moving out from in front of Kurt and laughing as she spins from one side to another, and it's about two seconds from turning into a three-against-one fight anyway, so Puck starts throwing candies by the handful, with a war cry of, "Taste the fucking rainbow!"

[pyroclastic.livejournal.com]

I want to see Inception but I'm afraid that I'll be sucked into the fandom and I can't do two fandoms at once and I JUST REALLY LIKE GLEE, OKAY? XD

Glee.... Needs to mature. And that's all there is to it. It won't happen this season, but I suspect around the third and fourth seasons we'll get some really good stuff. A loooot of the fandom is new to fandom in general or is too young to write mature fic.

AND OH GOD I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS FIC, OKAY? AND ALSO YOU BETTER BE GIVING OUT FREE CUPCAKES WITH THIS FIC BECAUSE NOW I HAVE THE WORST SWEET TOOTH EVER. Maybe I'll go buy some frosting and make cupcakes tomorrow....

BUT DON'T SAY YOU'RE SHIT WHEN YOU AREN'T. I KINDA REALLY LOVE THIS SNIPPET. I AM DYING TO SEE THE REST.

You need to have Kurt sucking on a lollipop and Puck turning to absolute goo over it. Just saying. 8D

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to lie, the Inception fandom is pretty much a dream come true, for me. I don't know how or why. It's MAGICAL. It's like... everything I could want, it just appears! Having two fandoms is totally doable! And, and it gives you a place to turn when one of them is frustrating you! I... actually have a lot of fandoms. My friends say their fandom is like their boyfriend, and I'm out there slutting it up with whatever fandom looks attractive. But whatever, I always have fic to read.

Glee really does need to mature. And I'm sort of waiting for a big wank to start, because I think that's the only way a lot of them will learn what they're doing wrong? Warnings! WARNINGS ARE YOU FRIENDS. Also, stop turning Kurt into a Mary Sue, dammit. But I realize it's just that most of the people in that fandom haven't been IN a fandom long enough to learn the ropes of proper do's and don't's.

I am giving out recipes in the fic? LOL I'm TOTALLY RESEARCHING, okay. Every food thing mentioned actually exists, and I am helpfully linking to them, because lord knows I could never successfully make a quarter of them. lol It's not that I can't cook, it's that I get bored halfway through and go to check my f-list and forget I have something in the oven. /o\

But thank you! LOL I'm really just showing you the parts I don't hate as much as the rest though. It's... UGH. I don't even know.

Um. I have Kurt chewing on a pen?

Mondays are the days when Kurt lets himself have a treat. And Puck get to be the one to pick it out, always trying to out-do himself. Puck spends more time planning on what he'll make Kurt than he does the specials for the rest of the week.

Kurt rolls in around five, with gallon-sized thermoses of his prissy gourmet specialty coffee for each of them, and a garment bag slung over his shoulder with his outfit of the day. He's wearing knee-high boots, old men's soft, light blue cotton pajamas, a knit cap, three scarves, and an oversized red coat. He still has the faint traces of lines from creases in his pillow on his cheek, and the buttons on his shirt are pearly white and gigantic.

He almost faceplants on the counter next to where Puck is standing, and Puck laughs, flicks the back of his neck softly, and hands him a plate. This week, he's gone with chocolate and raspberry filled crepes. Kurt hums happily around his first bite, and licks the tines of his fork clean before he passes Puck his coffee. The coffee is bliss, the way it is every week, no milk and the perfect amount of sugar.

They sit in the near dark and eat breakfast, drinking their coffee out of personalized mugs that Brittany and Beth had painted for them one afternoon when business was slow and Shelby was in the mood for something sweet. They don't talk about work, because once their plates are clean that'll be their entire lives for the next five and a half days. The only sound in the place is the radio playing songs they used to sing and the ovens humming along.