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Andrea | 22 | Germany
Student of English-Speaking Cultures and Cultural Studies at the University
of Bremen. Professional fangirl.
Writer. Inkie's young grasshopper apprentice. Ch's little one.
Fandom mother, apparently.
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Hello there.

onlyalittlelion:

As a professor, may I ask you what you think about fanfiction?

I think fanfiction is literature and literature, for the most part, is fanfiction, and that anyone that dismisses it simply on the grounds that it’s derivative knows fuck-all about literature and needs to get the hell off my lawn.

Most of the history of Western literature (and probably much of non-Western literature, but I can’t speak to that) is adapted or appropriated from something else.  Homer wrote historyfic and Virgil wrote Homerfic and Dante wrote Virgilfic (where he makes himself a character and writes himself hanging out with Homer and Virgil and they’re like “OMG Dante you’re so cool.”  He was the original Gary Stu).  Milton wrote Bible fanfic, and everyone and their mom spent the Middle Ages writing King Arthur fanfic.  In the sixteenth century you and another dude could translate the same Petrarchan sonnet and somehow have it count as two separate poems, and no one gave a fuck.  Shakespeare doesn’t have a single original plot—although much of it would be more rightly termed RPF—and then John Fletcher and Mary Cowden Clarke and Gloria Naylor and Jane Smiley and Stephen Sondheim wrote Shakespeare fanfic.  Guys like Pope and Dryden took old narratives and rewrote them to make fun of people they didn’t like, because the eighteenth century was basically high school.  And Spenser!  Don’t even get me started on Spenser.

Here’s what fanfic authors/fans need to remember when anyone gives them shit: the idea that originality is somehow a good thing, an innately preferable thing, is a completely modern notion.  Until about three hundred years ago, a good writer, by and large, was someone who could take a tried-and-true story and make it even more awesome.  (If you want to sound fancy, the technical term is imitatio.)  People were like, why would I wanna read something about some dude I’ve never heard of?  There’s a new Sir Gawain story out, man!  (As to when and how that changed, I tend to blame Daniel Defoe, or the Modernists, or reality television, depending on my mood.)

I also find fanfic fascinating because it takes all the barriers that keep people from professional authorship—barriers that have weakened over the centuries but are nevertheless still very real—and blows right past them. Producing literature, much less circulating it, was something that was well nigh impossible for the vast majority of people for most of human history.  First you had to live in a culture where people thought it was acceptable for you to even want to be literate in the first place.  And then you had to find someone who could teach you how to read and write (the two didn’t necessarily go together).  And you needed sufficient leisure time to learn.  And be able to afford books, or at least be friends with someone rich enough to own books who would lend them to you.  Good writers are usually well-read and professional writing is a full-time job, so you needed a lot of books, and a lot of leisure time both for reading and writing.  And then you had to be in a high enough social position that someone would take you seriously and want to read your work—to have access to circulation/publication in addition to education and leisure time.  A very tiny percentage of the population fit those parameters (in England, which is the only place I can speak of with some authority, that meant from 500-1000 A.D.: monks; 1000-1500: aristocratic men and the very occasional aristocratic woman; 1500-1800: aristocratic men, some middle-class men, a few aristocratic women; 1800-on, some middle-class women as well). 

What’s amazing is how many people who didn’t fit those parameters kept writing in spite of the constant message they got from society that no one cared about what they had to say, writing letters and diaries and stories and poems that often weren’t discovered until hundreds of years later.  Humans have an urge to express themselves, to tell stories, and fanfic lets them.  If you’ve got access to a computer and an hour or two to while away of an evening, you can create something that people will see and respond to instantly, with a built-in community of people who care about what you have to say.

I do write the occasional fic; I wish I had the time and mental energy to write more.  I’ll admit I don’t read a lot of fic these days because most of it is not—and I know how snobbish this sounds—particularly well-written.  That doesn’t mean it’s “not good”—there are a lot of reasons people read fic and not all of them have to do with wanting to read finely crafted prose.  That’s why fic is awesome—it creates a place for all kinds of storytelling.  But for me personally, now that my job entails reading about 1500 pages of undergraduate writing per year, when I have time to read for enjoyment I want it to be by someone who really knows what they’re doing.  There’s tons of high-quality fic, of course, but I no longer have the time and patience to go searching for it that I had ten years ago. 

But whether I’m reading it or not, I love that fanfiction exists.  Because without people doing what fanfiction writers do, literature wouldn’t exist.  (And then I’d be out of a job and, frankly, I don’t know how to do anything else.)

2 months ago on March 14th, 2013 | J | 18,169 notes

Bond had six more months to live.

That’s what they’d told him when he’d woken up in hospital, with gauze wrapped around his head in six different directions and half his scalp missing.

5 months ago on December 10th, 2012 | J | 13 notes

Author: thegrumblingirl aka screwtheprinceimtakingthehorse

FANFIC MASTERPOST

5 months ago on December 2nd, 2012 | J | 5 notes

edit: gimme a break, I can’t count at nearly midnight. It really is part 8, though.

This is it, guys—it’s not the end for Q and 007, but it’s the end of my telling of their story. I’ve done for them what I could, in just about as many words. There’s still [currently 84] fills for the Series of Requests and a few missing scenes coming, but this is the end of the overarching 00Q narrative in the series proper.

“Good morning, sir.”

“Good morning. Come in, 007.”

Bond sat down across the desk from Mallory, wondering which forsaken corner of the world it would be this time. His boss regarded him for a moment, sizing him up.

“You’re going to go to Venice.”

James didn’t move a muscle. Whether he couldn’t or wouldn’t was his business.

6 months ago on November 19th, 2012 | J | 8 notes
PROMPT TIIIIIMEEEEE: darling, we need a bamf!slightly unhinged!Q here. Yes, alright he was kidnap n Bond went super agent mode. But how long can he listen to Bond being tortured without snapping? In that scary, cold, calm, calculating way, he manipulates the electronics in that building n annihilated mutilate everyone of those bastards. No one says anything, but they all knew, they all knew. Bond n Q are their best n most dangerous, lethal when together.


http://archiveofourown.org/works/548635/chapters/998348

[Ugh, I liked this! More darkness.]

6 months ago on November 11th, 2012 | J | 5 notes

“Don’t be shy, 007,” Q had said to him that night, standing in the doorway of the bedroom, his voice calm and condescending. “Oh, come, take off your clothes—you’re so beautiful naked.”

6 months ago on November 10th, 2012 | J | 11 notes

[Sequel to #14—James’ memory’s returning, slowly; and sometimes he wonders why he still bothers.]

6 months ago on November 8th, 2012 | J | 1 note

More of a Personal Statement | A Series of 00Q Requests masterpost

screwtheprinceimtakingthehorse:

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Because not every ask I answer turns up in the tag and I’ve still got a list full of them, so before I lose the plot, I’m gonna keep updating this list.

  1. The One Where Q Gets Drugged
  2. The One Where James Wants to Have Comm Sex and Things Happen
  3. The One Where James Can’t Have What He Wants
  4. The One Where Q Gets Kidnapped and James Has to Sit on His Arse
  5. The One Where the Interns Tell It Like It Is
  6. The One Where James Wears Something a Little Different
  7. The One Where Bond Is Jealous. A Lot.
  8. The One Where Vesper Never Died
  9. The One With the Groceries and the Kids
  10. The One Where Q Ain’t No Damsel in Distress
  11. What the Hour Hand Said to the Minute Hand [Remake]

12. The One Where Everyone’s at Oxford

13. The One With Q and the Bloody Big Ship.

14. The One Where James Drops off the Face of the Earth

15. The One Where James Pops a Lid and Q Pops the Question
16. The One Where James Ships It 

17. The One Where James Makes a Catastrophic Mistake

18. The One Where I Can’t Even Make Up a Snappy Title for This Shit

19. The One Where Revenge Is a Teddy Bear
20. The One With the Bullets and the Pain and the Soup 

6 months ago on November 8th, 2012 | J | 107 notes

If anyone ever has a go at you for writing fanfic, just counter with the fact that Plato was basically writing RPF about Socrates.

6 months ago on November 4th, 2012 | J | 17 notes

He can run miles and miles like this, never stopping. Usually, he doesn’t think when he does it, it is part of his routine when he’s in London, but now it’s not just his body that’s making miles an hour. His mind is racing, away from him, and no matter how fast he runs, he can’t catch up with it. He’s too late now, just as he was too late in Rio. If those three shots hadn’t been Q’s, he couldn’t have saved him.

6 months ago on November 1st, 2012 | J | 14 notes