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dragojustineThe thing about SF fandom, sometimes, is that the porn is hilarious. And I don't mean this in a bad way at all- not even a teeny-tiny bit. It's great.
I am speaking, you see, of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
john_farr, the multiple-AU built around that time John Sheppard went into Ponn Farr (subtitle: because mating cycles are hot!). Or at least, it starts that way (you should start here, which is short and sexy), and then balloons out into no less than four interconnected AUs where, due to Goauld manipulation, human physiology is very different. As an open 'verse the writing is inconsistent, of course- but might I recommend the sequel Skin Hunger, the John backstory Battlefield, and the Uni!John and Virgin!John AU branches?
And the thing about this is that I honestly have no idea if I have to hit my bunk or if I am just going to sit here giggling wildly. Because seriously: shit like this only happens in SF fanfic. Aliens make them do it! Ancient tech gives them telepathy/tentacles/an insatiable sex drive/whatever! Sex pollen! Elaborately constructed plotty setups that boil down to, "due to the applied phlebotinum, you must have sex or die. Get to it." And, seriously, it's ridiculous but it really hits the Id vortex buttons, doesn't it?
And just then I saw that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
paian posted fic, which always sends me into raptures of joy- but it turns out to be a double whammy. A sex pollen (in her warning, she says: aliens-gave-them-an-excuse-to-do-it. Truth in warnings! ♥) but also an alien-tech SF plot device that is on the face of it sort of ridiculous (in the best possible way) and yet allows for this intense, desperate, bizarre and disorienting non-con voyeurism thing that is hot as fuck and Jesus, I will be in my bunk.
Oh, science fiction. *rueful headshake* Ever since the original Star Trek writers came up with Ponn Farr, the descendants of which are God's gift to porn, I tell you. My love knows no bounds.
(And yes, I've been reading this stuff for a LONG TIME. I have no idea why the ridiculousness of it all hit me so hard just now)
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, Philip K. Dick
I read this (finally). I have nothing to say about it that hasn't been said by, you know, everyone. Look, sometimes it takes me a while to get caught up on the classics!
The Watchmen
That was... really a little boring. *hides face*
I will say that the JDM as the comedian was so blazingly, incandescently hot that I find myself disturbed by how much he appealed to me. And that I find Silk Spectre and Night Owl's little buddy kung-fu routine to be absolutely adorable- they were really cute together.
Also, in her six seconds of screen time, Silhouette sauntered right up into position as my favorite character in the whole damn movie, and my rage at her disposal knows no bounds.
Beyond that, though? It felt like there were about four different movies going on here. The movie about disturbed, sociopathic superheroes, starring the Comedian and Rorschach, was creepy and brilliant. The straight-up superhero movie about the Night Owl and Silk Spectre defeating Ozymandias was fun if routine. The metaphysical thing about Dr Manhattan was just boring (and the big reveal of Silk Spectre's father was badly written and insufficient to hang this third movie on). And the alternate-history movie had huge potential but was barely allowed to creep in around the edges.
I am speaking, you see, of
john_farr, the multiple-AU built around that time John Sheppard went into Ponn Farr (subtitle: because mating cycles are hot!). Or at least, it starts that way (you should start here, which is short and sexy), and then balloons out into no less than four interconnected AUs where, due to Goauld manipulation, human physiology is very different. As an open 'verse the writing is inconsistent, of course- but might I recommend the sequel Skin Hunger, the John backstory Battlefield, and the Uni!John and Virgin!John AU branches? And the thing about this is that I honestly have no idea if I have to hit my bunk or if I am just going to sit here giggling wildly. Because seriously: shit like this only happens in SF fanfic. Aliens make them do it! Ancient tech gives them telepathy/tentacles/an insatiable sex drive/whatever! Sex pollen! Elaborately constructed plotty setups that boil down to, "due to the applied phlebotinum, you must have sex or die. Get to it." And, seriously, it's ridiculous but it really hits the Id vortex buttons, doesn't it?
And just then I saw that
paian posted fic, which always sends me into raptures of joy- but it turns out to be a double whammy. A sex pollen (in her warning, she says: aliens-gave-them-an-excuse-to-do-it. Truth in warnings! ♥) but also an alien-tech SF plot device that is on the face of it sort of ridiculous (in the best possible way) and yet allows for this intense, desperate, bizarre and disorienting non-con voyeurism thing that is hot as fuck and Jesus, I will be in my bunk. Oh, science fiction. *rueful headshake* Ever since the original Star Trek writers came up with Ponn Farr, the descendants of which are God's gift to porn, I tell you. My love knows no bounds.
(And yes, I've been reading this stuff for a LONG TIME. I have no idea why the ridiculousness of it all hit me so hard just now)
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, Philip K. Dick
I read this (finally). I have nothing to say about it that hasn't been said by, you know, everyone. Look, sometimes it takes me a while to get caught up on the classics!
The Watchmen
That was... really a little boring. *hides face*
I will say that the JDM as the comedian was so blazingly, incandescently hot that I find myself disturbed by how much he appealed to me. And that I find Silk Spectre and Night Owl's little buddy kung-fu routine to be absolutely adorable- they were really cute together.
Also, in her six seconds of screen time, Silhouette sauntered right up into position as my favorite character in the whole damn movie, and my rage at her disposal knows no bounds.
Beyond that, though? It felt like there were about four different movies going on here. The movie about disturbed, sociopathic superheroes, starring the Comedian and Rorschach, was creepy and brilliant. The straight-up superhero movie about the Night Owl and Silk Spectre defeating Ozymandias was fun if routine. The metaphysical thing about Dr Manhattan was just boring (and the big reveal of Silk Spectre's father was badly written and insufficient to hang this third movie on). And the alternate-history movie had huge potential but was barely allowed to creep in around the edges.