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Dear Author:

This is my first challenge, so hope I'm doing this correctly ...

G to PG-13; primary focus on the Professor and Mary Ann; use the other characters however you wish

After five years on the island, the Professor realizes that he and Mary Ann have more in common than at first he assumed.

Likes: romance, flirting, humour (but feel free to write it with a serious bent if that's what it takes to make it work)

DNW: character bashing, character death

If I haven't provided enough information, feel free to contact me.

Thanks,

Pepper
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Dear Author:

Since this is my first challenge, hope I'm doing this correctly ...

G to PG-13 rated; primary focus on J Fred Muggs; secondary focus on Dave Garroway; setting early 1950s NBC Network

J Fred Muggs ruminates on who the real star of The Today Show actually is.

Likes: This is definitely for fun, so be as cracky as you wish; if you need to add OCs (like anyone you'd find on a TV set) feel free to do so

DNW: character death, bestiality

If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask.

Thanks,

Pepper
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Dear Author:

This is my first challenge, so hope I'm doing this correctly ...

G to PG-13 rated; pre-series; primary focus on Bart Maverick; secondary focus on Brett Maverick; time-period post-Civil War.

Bart and Brett set out in the post-Civil War West to make their grubstake to fund their future careers as gamblers.

Likes: hurt/comfort, light-hearted humour (while mostly serious, the series did have its tongue-in-cheek moments, not specifically necessary).

DNW: character death, incest, BDSM

Thank you,

Pepper
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Additional information can be found via a Google search for html character entities.

pfeffermuse: (Feral Fan)
I'm not a big drinker: never have been, never will. Too many family members were alcoholics, and the childhood memories of the odour of rancid beer and sawdust from accompanying my father into those dimly lit Irish pubs in Inwood and Washington Heights (where the bartenders always poured me a Shirley Temple freebie) put me off beer for life.

In college, when we had chug-a-lugs, I would be the only one in the group to get a dispensation to do mine with Pepsi or Ginger Ale. Except for the buzz from alcohol, honestly I have no idea which carbonated beverage -- beer or soda -- would have been the hardest to do in one big gulp. Like taking that first dive into the ice cold Atlantic on a hot June day, you still come away with brain freeze.

And stepping back into the icy waters of namespace fandom, I worry about "brain freeze" there, as well. What do I say? What do I do? I've been mostly a lurker for about a decade now. A search will turn up posts under this handle, though not many on my journals (I'm still no good at keeping a diary. I was an active poster on both Fandom_Wank and FanFic Rants, prior to drifting away when dogpiling unsuspecting newbies became the sport du jour.) Now, I post a bit on FFA; an anon space just feels safer.

Online fandom isn't, at least for me, what it was -- ye ghods -- nearly twenty years ago. From an anthropological standpoint, it's been a fascinating evolution: from relative anonymity on UseNet, to some form of self-identification on message boards, to a more community minded identity in groups and shared website spaces, transitioning backwards somewhat to journaling spaces (where you could keep the undesirables out, if you so desired), and now almost instantaneous gratification via Tumblrs and Tweets, and the hierarchical distinctions among BNFs, MNFs, and NNFs.

I doubt I'll ever attain more than NNF status -- though the benefits to being a BNF are compelling. But I just don't have that nature. Fandom for me is an escape from the mundane, the ordinary; not that it makes one extraordinary to be part of it. It's just a different land to be chartered, one where one can as easily meet a nuclear physicist from India as one can a housewife from Indianapolis.

For one brief and shining moment, it's Camelot . . .

Then we wind up rolling in the dirt over A/B/O, OTPs, gen/het/slash, FF.net vs AO3, etc. In a space where we're actually open to freedom of expression, we still never quite escape the worst of our natures.
pfeffermuse: (Gone But Not Forgotten)
Maybe it's because I don't keep any close ties with my blood relations (for reasons too complicated to go into), but I feel a deep sense of loss with each passing of one of my fannish favourites.

I chose Bing Crosby for this particular icon, because I had the opportunity to know Der Bingle in the last few years of his life. I was more familiar with Big Band/Swing music as a kid, than I was with rock 'n' roll. So when my mom took me to one his last concerts, I asked her to help me write a fan letter. After that, we corresponded for about two years before his death. Whether I actually knew the real Bing or merely an actor pretending to be interested in the life of a young kid, I'll never know. But, of course, I prefer my memories of this very sweet gentle man. (And yes, I know all about the history of his first and second families.)

I've seen other fans ask why their peers are interested in the actors beyond the roles they've played. I'm not sure I can give an answer to that. For me, it's to thank the actor for creating a character that was so compelling that for a few moments each week, I was drawn into the landscape they inhabited.

In that magic place hidden behind the glow from a TV picture tube, I could escape the world around me. And believe me, when you grow up in a generation where geeks and nerds are not looked upon with anything but disdain, it was a wondrous place to be.

When I wrote my first fanfic (not about Bing, though), it opened a new universe for me. Yes, it was a horrific Mary Sue -- and it took time to grow out of that phase -- but it was a place where I could do or be anybody I chose. I still write some Mary Sue fic (of course, I use the more mature "avatar" verbiage), and it's still just as much fun. It'll never go beyond my hard drive, but I don't care.

We've lost a lot of childhood icons over the past decade; we're sure to lose more. But, as long as fandom keeps writing or giffing the characters they portrayed, they'll always be there frozen in time, with our memories of them as fresh and exciting as they originally were.

That's one of the many reasons I think that now that fandom has all this technology at its fingertips, fandoms old and new should be introduced to each other. It still is one of many points where I get mad at OTW and its lack of outreach to both older and younger generations of fans. Yes, fandom is never stagnate, but there is room for everyone in here. It shouldn't just be about what the BNFs view as important today, but what the BNFs/MNFs/NNFs viewed as important yesterday, and what they'll view as important in the future.

And yes, I know Fanlore exists, but without outreach to those small fandoms, who's going to tell their stories, and tell them honestly.
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I've wondered what to post about, since deciding to join the FFA friending meme. A little this; a little that -- you've either got a fairly decent goulash or something to feed the pets.

Fandom's always been a sort of distant relationship for me; I'm of the generation where I was taught the first rule of fandom is never to talk about fandom. It's this great secret that must always be kept, because no one will ever understand. Now that fandom's no longer hidden in back alleys and dimly lit corridors, I don't know what to do with myself.

I've long decided that while I do have a Tumblr account, it's not really the place for me. (And since hearing that people have gotten a Trojan there, I won't be updating that account any time soon.) For me, there's something missing: one-on-one interaction. It's like being at a humongous cocktail party with everyone talking simultaneously about the minutia of their lives, with others nodding sagely in agreement but not really listening to the conversation because they're too busy with their own distractions. I'd thought maybe instead of trying to converse, I'd do random gifsets from this bunch of Broadway Playbills circa late '30s/early '40s I discovered while packing, but who'd really be interested, anyway. (Besides, I'd have to find the box I stored them in before we recently moved.)

I could discuss the move? Again, most people have moved at one time or another in their lives. So, it's pretty redundant. The only exciting thing to talk about is that when I look out the windows, it's nice to see the deer and the antelope, racoons, squirrels, and horses romping. The worst thing about the move is that though we're no more than two miles up the road from two colleges and a state-run job training facility, the area's so rural, it's not wired for internet. We're stuck using one of those services where your price is basically $10-15 per gigabyte usage, so we're on a 10 gig/month plan (the average American family uses about 300 gigs a month). So, we won't be doing any teleconferencing or YouTubing anytime soon.

The only good thing to come out of not being able to use the 'net very often is it leaves me more time to write. Is that a good or bad thing? As the Tootsie Pop people say, "the world may never know".

I do love to write; it's when it comes to publishing online that I get hives. Much of what I've written is for my own "universe" -- tie-ins of various fandoms -- sort of based on the idea behind Philip José Farmer's Wold Newton universe. Because there's so many different stories floating around on my hard drive, I prefer not to post rather than confusing any readership. So, most of what little I've put up are stand-alones, or in some cases random fluff that came to me at 3:00 am.

I'm not what anyone would call a migratory fan. I have a handful of key fandoms that I've managed to tie together (while, I hope, making their tie-ins believable), and I'll happily play in others. I'm actually somewhat scared of the current larger fandoms; there's just so many people who squee for a while and then drop it like a rock when something shinier comes along. The idea of not having a home base to which to return just feels weird to me. As I've said elsewhere, maybe it's a generational thing. Of course, I'm only 39 (if it worked for Jack Benny for 50 years...)

Sometimes I feel I was born in the wrong era. When you know all the words to the Hut-Sut song, but don't know what's currently on Billboard's top 10, you've got to figure something's a little off. ;-)

Anyway, it's time to sign off for today. The cat has decided that she takes precedence over the keyboard, and of course she couldn't be more correct.
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when other frienships are best forgot, ours will still be hot


I joined a friending meme, but I suspect it will deflate my spirits like a week-old balloon.

I enjoy much of fandom, and like learning things I’d never heard of. But it’s also a foreign land to me, with customs I can’t seem to get the knack of. If I can help someone with a question, I try; but most of the time I feel lost in the wilderness.

The rules I was taught (my fandoms tend to skew older, so I gained my cultural osmosis through the “old guard” – it’s not right or wrong; it’s just what it is) don’t fit anymore. And I’m not sure I can adjust fully to the new standards.

I try my best to keep my head low (anon memes and such), and definitely try to avoid being involved in wank. If it looks like something’s going to explode, I’d rather walk away, then be in the path of the fall-out. Although, I have to say that there’s some wank I do enjoy reading just for the WTF!? aspect.

For the most part, I’m a gen fan, but will read plotty het and slash. I’m not a prolific writer (most of my stuff is still on my hard drive), and I’ve posted a little to my LJ and FF.net; I haven’t tried AO3 yet.

I don’t think anyone’s ship, fandom, favourite character is better than anyone else’s. And I just kind of roll my eyes when arguments like that erupt. I don’t like kale or brussel sprouts that doesn’t mean you’re the devil incarnate should they be your favourite veggies.

Though I’m not into any particular religion, I don’t necessarily mind spritual themes in my fic, provided the author is not prostelitizing or using a fic to “call the wrath of god down upon the sin of the day”.

While I try to avoid using words that are viewed as problematic, things may slip out, as I have my own issues to work on. So, as I do with others, I try to read things in context and believe in the better nature of people first. It doesn’t take long to learn who’s speaking carelessly, and who’s speaking venomously.

In name space, I tend to be quiet and shy around new people; so please don’t be offended if I don’t answer right away. While I’ve been around fandom for nearly twenty years, I’ve always been a wall-hugger. So, it takes me time to warm up and open up.

If you’re still reading this far, at least I know I haven’t put you to sleep … yet.

/cross-posted to Tumblr
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