katallison

Being as half-assed as I am about keeping up with LJ means that I miss lots of cool stuff, but every once in a while I try to backtrack and check out people who've added me to their reading list and whom I wot not of. And in so doing I discovered mayoihumbert, someone wholly unknown to me, who posted a funny and delightful summary of a dS story that really needs to be written. Because capes are comic gold. (*gives mayoihumbert the poky elbow-poke of encouragement*)

I just read the ds_seekritsanta story written for me. And I am -- my god. Wrecked. Ripped open, gutted, my heart shredded into a million bits, and full of joy.

What an amazing story, what an amazing gift, for the whole fandom. People? I don't care if you're basically slashers and put off by the Vecchio/Stella billing, I don't care if you're basically RayK people and not so much about the Vecchio. This story is fucking *phenomenal*. And to the author, whoever you may be (I don't know for sure, though I have some hunches *g*) -- thank you. Thank you, thank you. I am *humbled*.

I was going to read a whole bunch more of the other stories, but I don't know if I can now. I feel like I need to sit quietly for a while, and let this soak in deeply, and just *feel* it.

Have been rewatching the dS Pilot. Thought at one point I'd take copious commentary-type notes, but am too mentally scattered. They mostly sort into:

--How fucking *hot* is Fraser here?? I mean, really, is he ever hotter than when he's on top of Drake's van, stabbing his big-ass knife through the *roof*??? Gnaaaaarrrrrr.

--(Well, OK, he's just about as hot in MotB, which I was watching just previously, in the "Dominion of Canada" bit when he *shoves* the barrels aside and then *leaps* up on one and *grabs* the gun out of midair and *ping* *ping* *ping* shoots the diving masks, and -- OK, fanning self now. *Guhhh.*)

--Vecchio. How much does he love Fraser? (laurashapiro, you are correct on this, yes.) Coming up to the Armpit of the Frozen North, arm still in a sling? Bringing the heavy armaments and all? True love. *g*

--Vecchio. Sweetie, really, those *shirts.* Arrrgh. ::covering eyes:: Also, Vecchio looks so very very much better with the close-cropped season 2 hair.

--Also, the Vecchio family dinner scene still makes my skin. Crawl. I have roughly the same reaction to noisy contentious argumentative familial mayhem as Fraser.

--I still really, really want to do the vid of the Romance of Fraser and the North, using many clips from this episode. Except that so freakin' many of them have credits right in the middle. Ah, well.

--I just about died from the Fraser-woobie in various spots, especially the scene where he's reading his father's journals in the diner, and of course also when he's back up north, looking through the trunk. (And knowing that that trunk and everything in it--wee!Fraser's crayon pictures of his Dad!--are doomed to go up in flames, courtesy of Victoria . . . )

--They really paid attention, in this episode, to setting the Chicago scene, the grit and noise and chaos and squalor. Which, especially since they also have so many scenes of the spare bare pure lovely austere north, is very very effective. We lose that somewhat in later episodes/seasons, when Chicago grit is more the default.

--Traitorous though it feels, I really prefer whoever the dog is in the Pilot (not Lincoln, I think?) to Draco (the dog in seasons 3-4). It's the eyes, I think, those intensely pale and so *goofy*-looking eyes.

And, OK, shutting up. *g* But large with the due South love. I should be writing now.