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The fic written for me for Tropes -- Potential Gravity -- posted today, and it's so, so good. (Well, so far. I haven't actually finished reading it yet...) When I signed up, I listed a whole bunch of things I like, figuring that if I had a huge list, then whoever got assigned me would be able to find at least something they enjoyed writing about. I assumed they'd pick a few things from it and go from there. But this wonderful brilliant person took that as a challenge and included nearly all of them, so the whole thing basically might as well be called Firethesound's Favorite Things and I just...
But they went one step beyond that, and it's absolutely undone me. There's Mug-Harry. Mug-Harry is in this fic. AND THERE IS WINKING. MUG-HARRY WINKING. SAUCILY. And I am entirely unashamed to admit that I screamed out loud, flailed my arms, and then burst into tears. And that's another thing I said I liked, fics that make me cry, and maybe this wasn't where the author intended me to do it, but I have, so I guess that's a success. I just... I haven't been in a terribly good place recently, mentally or emotionally, and the fact that someone cared this fucking much about putting together a story I'd like that they'd go so far as taking the ridiculous random list of things I like and working out a story that slots it all together, and then do more on top of that, I just have no idea what to do with it. Except cry, apparently. And tell everyone else I know to read this too.
I'm going to go make a cup of tea, calm the fuck down, and finish reading.
EDIT: Finished it, it was awesome. I am flailing.
But they went one step beyond that, and it's absolutely undone me. There's Mug-Harry. Mug-Harry is in this fic. AND THERE IS WINKING. MUG-HARRY WINKING. SAUCILY. And I am entirely unashamed to admit that I screamed out loud, flailed my arms, and then burst into tears. And that's another thing I said I liked, fics that make me cry, and maybe this wasn't where the author intended me to do it, but I have, so I guess that's a success. I just... I haven't been in a terribly good place recently, mentally or emotionally, and the fact that someone cared this fucking much about putting together a story I'd like that they'd go so far as taking the ridiculous random list of things I like and working out a story that slots it all together, and then do more on top of that, I just have no idea what to do with it. Except cry, apparently. And tell everyone else I know to read this too.
I'm going to go make a cup of tea, calm the fuck down, and finish reading.
EDIT: Finished it, it was awesome. I am flailing.
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Date: 2014-07-28 11:41 am (UTC)