~~art. beauty. other people's fics. *deep sigh*

[reenka]

oh. my. god.
just when i thought nothing is going to bring me to my knees that way again. it happens again. and again. and again. i'm-- apparently-- light as a will-o-the-wisp, else these writers are the most amazing gorgeous talented people i've ever had the amazing pleasure of reading. i read published stuff. i do. and it doesn't do this to me. it doesn't! most of it doesn't. amalin and penelope_z and pingviini and skysorceress and ishuca... and...and... (and of course vanityfair who well-- what can i say? her harry and draco are the Queen's Own-- whatever that means, don't ask me-- though i think `monsoon season' can pass as some sort of erm... "exhibit". ahem.) and... well..... so many of you-- you all know who you are because i squee about you all the time, y'all are prolly sick of it, heh. anyway-- all pack more emotional resonance and power and vivid feeling in their pinky finger than say, jk rowling has stored away in her whole entire body. you are goddesses, i mean it.

now. today it was ``falling", by pingviini, a response to the seasonal challenge on `armchair slash'. i haven't read any of the others yet. i can't. i can barely think, still. i'm still buzzing. like a shot of straight ultra-concentrated coffee with brandy and chocolate and some sort of other drug mixed in for good measure. she has brought together every single theme-- about losing, and finding, and yearning, and loving-- and fall-- and colors-- and hope-- and just-- made a completely tight, shining, drop-dead gorgeous story from it. i can't even wibble and feel bad about my own fic (for the challenge) not being worthy. it is so good all i can do is gape, and swallow my tongue, and glow.

there is absolutely nothing else to compare with art. really good music does this to me, too. like, hearing mozart and chopin and tchaikovsky and bach. this-- filling up to the brimful. this complete overwhelming feeling sweeping me under, carrying me away, completely owning me, letting me get lost in this world of transcendant emotion. her way with putting emotion into words is beyond, ironically enough, beyond words. amazing. the fic just weeps with emotion, it seeps out of every perfectly-placed word, every image, every visual detail, every characterization that just adds to the beautiful mozaic. this is power. this is-- art. this is all i've ever wanted out of literature and storytelling and life in general. so. ok you can all go read it now :D ha.

EDIT: and amalin has written `flowers for the dead' which claims spring with the same quiet fervor and perfection that ``falling" claimed autumn. ha. i can only hope no one but me does halloween, because well-- obviously i may then be squashed by my own wibbliness. *sigh* "seashell rim pink". all the images that conjures up, just those three words-- i console myself, that at least i'm good at appreciating all this, and thus co-create the story, letting these amazing images find a home in me. that's something, isn't it?
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hee...! *giggles* this ficlet by eleveninches is so, so just what i needed to take the um-- edge off. aww, it feels nice to smile. hee! adorable. i will never tire of cute-schoolboys!h/d. never.
    `ashes and lizard skin' is the first cute-schoolboys!h/d yet written for the `armchair slash' fic challenge, and i loff it muchly. hee. hand-lotion! winter! hee. aww.

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[metro99.livejournal.com]

`ashes and lizard skin' is the first cute-schoolboys!h/d yet written for the `armchair slash' fic challenge, and i loff it muchly. hee. hand-lotion! winter! hee. aww.

*embarrassed* I wrote that. I feel kind of weird, because everyone else responded with such lovely, wistful stuff.

Glad you liked it, though.