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Jul. 2nd, 2002
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Jul. 2nd, 2002 01:12 pm*falls to knees*
Kay. Seven Days in a Sepia Room was fantastic. It rocked my world and will forever define Lucius/Riddle to me, and . . .
See, normally, I hate the word raven used as a color. Not the birds, not my darling non-antelope bride to be Ravenchel (hah), not even the Mary-Sue yet strangely satisfying Anne McCaffery series by that name.
"Raven-colored" anything -- the phrase just drives me nuts because (1) it describes the locks of a thousand Mary Sues, (2) it is the phrase of ten thousand mediocre slash stories describing, variously, Snape's hair, Harry's hair, or Sirius's hair, and finally, 3) A raven is a bird. How do you have bird-colored hair? Why do you have to say raven and be roundabout and stupid? Why don't you just say "black" and save us all the fucking trouble? Even in fics that I love very, very, very much, the word raven used as a descriptor makes me wince.
BUT. *holds up hand*
Thus knowing my intense hatred of the phrase "raven-colored hair," I will now announce that Kay's new Tom/Lucius snippet uses that phrase and I did not so much as flinch. Because, you see, it's not just a fancy-schmancy way of saying black. Oh-no. This sucker ties into the whole nine yards of desolation and night and just fucking rock your ass, kick your world upside down style and grace and beauty. It works. It integrates into the story, into the aesthetic, into making me want to just stare at the screen and drool onto the keyboard.
Kay pulls it off. Kay is amazing. Her ficlet is amazing. Kay, Kay, Kay! You've conquered my hatred of the phrase, reduced me to fawning squee-jelly -- would you like to take the money I would've spent raising my first-born child and be done with it?
http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=kay_taylor&itemid=12095#cutid1
Kay. Seven Days in a Sepia Room was fantastic. It rocked my world and will forever define Lucius/Riddle to me, and . . .
See, normally, I hate the word raven used as a color. Not the birds, not my darling non-antelope bride to be Ravenchel (hah), not even the Mary-Sue yet strangely satisfying Anne McCaffery series by that name.
"Raven-colored" anything -- the phrase just drives me nuts because (1) it describes the locks of a thousand Mary Sues, (2) it is the phrase of ten thousand mediocre slash stories describing, variously, Snape's hair, Harry's hair, or Sirius's hair, and finally, 3) A raven is a bird. How do you have bird-colored hair? Why do you have to say raven and be roundabout and stupid? Why don't you just say "black" and save us all the fucking trouble? Even in fics that I love very, very, very much, the word raven used as a descriptor makes me wince.
BUT. *holds up hand*
Thus knowing my intense hatred of the phrase "raven-colored hair," I will now announce that Kay's new Tom/Lucius snippet uses that phrase and I did not so much as flinch. Because, you see, it's not just a fancy-schmancy way of saying black. Oh-no. This sucker ties into the whole nine yards of desolation and night and just fucking rock your ass, kick your world upside down style and grace and beauty. It works. It integrates into the story, into the aesthetic, into making me want to just stare at the screen and drool onto the keyboard.
Kay pulls it off. Kay is amazing. Her ficlet is amazing. Kay, Kay, Kay! You've conquered my hatred of the phrase, reduced me to fawning squee-jelly -- would you like to take the money I would've spent raising my first-born child and be done with it?
http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=kay_taylor&itemid=12095#cutid1