So, you guys. Rule Ten
is finished. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF RIGHT NOW. I have grown ridiculously attached to this story and these boys and I am sort of a mess and WHAT DO I DO NOW SLDKGJSLGJSD HELP SOMEONE HOLD ME. It all started back in January when I had a crappy day
and asked my flist to send porn. I had been talking about jailbait Eames and said, and I quote, c'mon fandom, let's see what you got
. APPARENTLY SKELLER TOOK THIS AS A PERSONAL CHALLENGE.
Anyway, I've posted several times about how good this fic is for me because of how it hits all of my buttons, but one thing I haven't talked about, and part of what made this whole experience so amazing for me, was the sense of community that surrounded it. Skeller posted that first part in January, and has updated almost every single day
since then, which is just really fucking impressive in and of itself. As time went on, the group of followers grew, and there was discussion in the comments, comment fic within the fic, and twitterflail all over the place as we all got more and more invested together. And having all of these conversations and watching the whole story unfold and being part of this whole process - it was just really fucking cool, okay. It's one of those things that just happens that you couldn't plan if you tried, and then when it's over you just look back and say THAT WAS AWESOME. It's one more example of what makes fandom so amazing for me.
I told Skeller at one point that I had developed a Pavlovian response to her BAM tweets (which is how she would let us know there was a new part) but the truth is that the response was to her Twitter icon
I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING. She always updated when it was evening for me, and it became this huge part of how I'd unwind from the day. When I'd see a tweet from her in the early evening, I knew she was home from work and that an update was soon on its way, and I kid you not, I would just feel this sense of calm wash over me. THE BELL WAS RINGING, MY DINNER WAS ON ITS WAY.
She said she wrote this fic for me, which is lovely and generous and so very flattering, but I don't think it's altogether true. Yes, it had all of my kinks, which, really, SO FUCKING GOOD FOR ME DID I MENTION THAT. But the thing is, when you dig down underneath all the words (AND THE TYPOS ♥) at the heart of it, this is a love story. And it's one that is constructed with so much care and respect for the characters and the kinks that this is so much more than OH HEY I WROTE THIS FIC FOR YOU BECAUSE I HEARD YOU LIKE THESE THINGS. It's the kind of fic that's messy and intense and smudged with sweat and tears and fingerprints, which maybe sounds a little bit gross, but what I'm trying to say is that there is a lot of heart. THERE IS A LOT OF HEART ♥
And now poor Skeller is suffering from an epic case of top drop after hurting us so good for two and a half months and is in desperate need of some snuggles and cookies, which you should totally give her because she is amazing and deserves them all. Then you should go write some kinky porn
. Except Skeller, who should just eat cookies and snuggle. WHAT DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT SHE WROTE ME 150K OF FIC SHE GETS A PASS ON THIS ONE OKAY.