Of course! Though I keep some things about my life private, so I may be vague in some of my answers…my name, kids’ names, things like that. But I can usually answer a good portion of those questions.
Sorry if it seems paranoid. My kids once received a package from a stranger based on info they’d gathered on FB, and since then Geek Boy Professor (aka husband) and I have been cautious online.
âLetâs be honest, youâll be the better King between the pair of us, anyway.â
âI donât know about that,â Chris countered, shaking his head. âYou have more firsthand experience with this governing stuff than I do.â
âAnd you know more about taking the moral high ground, being fair and compromising. Your stories taught you all of that.â
âFairytales donât teach you to be a leader,â Chris said, âIâm a total city slicker and that whole place is like this idyllic utopia straight out of a Disney movie. I donât know that I could do what my Aunt does. I donât know that I could always be so good at listening, sit for hours in the Throne Room, trying to make the peopleâs problems go away.â
Zach tilted his head at that, raising his eyebrows, âWait, she actually sits on the throne and âreceives the peopleâ with their issues? For real? They line up to be heard one at a time?â
âYeah,â Chris nodded, âDo you not do that?â
âUm, no?â Zach laughed incredulously. âThatâs some medieval shit right there. Iâm sure thereâs an office somewhere where people send letters and they get filtered up the food chain, but getting something done like that with five million people? Iâd never leave the damn chair.â
Chris chuckled, âTrue. I think my Aunt just likes doing it.â
âDid you like it there?â Zach asked curiously. âThat was the first time Iâd ever been to Genovia.â
Chris thought back to those two weeks. Even with the crazy schedule and the culture shock, he couldnât pretend he didnât enjoy parts of it, the beautiful quiet countryside, the people, his friends on the staff, the food, and admittedly, the opulent lifestyle too. âYeah. I did.â
Zach stared up at him, whispering, âDo you like it here? With me?â
Chris pulled his fingers through Zachâs silky hair, looking down at the soft, warm caramel of his eyes, âYeah. I do.â
An energy crackled between them as they stood side by side brushing their teeth in Zachâs childhood bathroom. Â An energy Zach hadnât felt in a long time. Not just attraction. Â That had been around for the better part of a decade. Â Not just domesticity. Â That was a near constant the last two years. Â No, this was a was more akin to the butterflies Zach had felt when theyâd first become a couple. Â When he realized he no longer had to hide his attraction for Chris. Â No longer had to doubt Chrisâ attraction for him. Â The knowledge that Chrisâ hands would soon be exploring his bare skin, and his would be roaming Chrisâ, and there was no way it wasnât going to happen.
It had been months since heâd felt that certainty, but he did now. And judging from the gaze he met in the mirror, Chris felt the same.  Heat and intent shimmered in cerulean eyes, and Zachâs stomach flipped in anticipation. Impatiently, he finished a thorough brushing. Then he waited, barely able to keep his hands to himself as Chris removed his contacts and washed his face, bending over the sink so Zach had to bite his lip to stop a groan or demand that Chris hurry.
Chris gave him a knowing smile in the mirror that nearly earned
him a slap on the ass, but before frustration could build, Chris threaded
their fingers together and pulled him across the hall and into their
bedroom. No sooner had Zach pressed the button and heard the click of the lock than Chris had him pressed against the door, all hard lines and urgent kisses and fuck it was perfect.  Zach was gasping for air
and shifting his hips until yes right there, and Chris whined into Zachâs mouth, ceding just a tiny bit of control before his fingers fumbled for
the hem of Zachâs shirt. Â Kisses paused for the removal of one shirt,
then another, and finally there was just cool air and heated skin and so
much desire Zach whimpered as Chris pressed him into the door again. Â
Great fandom history at that link, and analysis of some specific dynamics in the Twilight fandomâs relationship to canon.
Fascinating read at the linkâŚ
Good god, until now I only really thought E.L was a shitty writer and possibly a moron. Turns out sheâs a manipulative genius and probably evil.
SUPER interesting read in that link!
Basically, the reason youâre not making money out of your fandom writing is because youâre likely a decent human being.Â
rebloging again because legit I would advise pretty much EVERYBODY in any fandom to read this.
There are a lot of more manipulative fucks like EL James lurking out there and theyâre not all confined to Twilight. I can think of a few suspects right off the top of my head, actually.
Yep, and Cassandra Clarie got her âbreakâ because her family is in the publishing industry. Replace the names in her first series with âDraco and Hermioneâ and most of it will make more sense.
Dat White Privilege.
More like Draco and Ginny. But I was a baby in the HP fandom when all the Cassie Claire shit was going down. I remember all this. And holy shit it was a while ago. I was like what, 10-13? I wonder if I still have the email/password to my old livejournal accountâŚ
Fuck Cassandra Clare and fuck E.L. James. I refuse to support either of their works.
I was in the Twilight fandom when this was going down (though unlike most of that fandom, I wrote vampires as, you know, vampires). This is why my FFnet account has the motto âAlways Fanfiction; Never Test Kitchenâ and I am still adamant that fanfics should not be rewritten (ie., names changed) to create ofic. Especially since what works in fanfic (the fact that you can assume your readers have a certain knowledge of your characters and their world, and so you shouldnât waste time on that), utterly falls apart when you turn it into ofic, where none of that knowledge holds. And then what had originally been a strategic omission becomes just lazy and bad writing.
An energy crackled between them as they stood side by side brushing their teeth in Zachâs childhood bathroom. Â An energy Zach hadnât felt in a long time. Not just attraction. Â That had been around for the better part of a decade. Â Not just domesticity. Â That was a near constant the last two years. Â No, this was a was more akin to the butterflies Zach had felt when theyâd first become a couple. Â When he realized he no longer had to hide his attraction for Chris. Â No longer had to doubt Chrisâ attraction for him. Â The knowledge that Chrisâ hands would soon be exploring his bare skin, and his would be roaming Chrisâ, and there was no way it wasnât going to happen.
It had been months since heâd felt that certainty, but he did now. And judging from the gaze he met in the mirror, Chris felt the same.  Heat and intent shimmered in cerulean eyes, and Zachâs stomach flipped in anticipation. Impatiently, he finished a thorough brushing. Then he waited, barely able to keep his hands to himself as Chris removed his contacts and washed his face, bending over the sink so Zach had to bite his lip to stop a groan or demand that Chris hurry.
Chris gave him a knowing smile in the mirror that nearly earned
him a slap on the ass, but before frustration could build, Chris threaded
their fingers together and pulled him across the hall and into their
bedroom. No sooner had Zach pressed the button and heard the click of the lock than Chris had him pressed against the door, all hard lines and urgent kisses and fuck it was perfect.  Zach was gasping for air
and shifting his hips until yes right there, and Chris whined into Zachâs mouth, ceding just a tiny bit of control before his fingers fumbled for
the hem of Zachâs shirt. Â Kisses paused for the removal of one shirt,
then another, and finally there was just cool air and heated skin and so
much desire Zach whimpered as Chris pressed him into the door again. Â
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