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Most of it is on AO3 at pearwaldorf but shorter works reside on Tumblr.
So. Hello. Thanks for doing this. Also, sorry for not putting optional details in my sign-up. I went out of town and sign-ups closed before I realized I should have done that.
I’m always delighted when people take time to consider anything I want when writing fics, so I’m sure whatever you write I’m going to love. But if you need something more concrete to work with (as I do), please feel free to look below.
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I hang out mostly on Tumblr and Twitter. I have an AO3 at pearwaldorf and this is some fic that I have read and liked.
Things I love in fic, in no particular order
Do not want( Read more... )
|Mass insanity/delusion||Underground forces unleashed||Sentient hostile planet|
|Genetic experimentation||WILD CARD||Alien attack|
|Mega-tsunamis/tidal waves||Dystopia without end||Mass migration|
It is my fervent hope this kickstarts some work this year. It's been real bad and real hard to focus and write.
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Unlike the steady, obsessive gaze, the glance is sprawling, nimble: not easily distracted so much as a constantly vigilant. It scans, it flits, it spins — or, alternately, it observes, with patient detail, the moments of a woman’s world that often go unnoticed...There's great power in artistic vision, and the way one asserts it. If this is what Kristen Stewart has in store as a director, I look forward to so much more.
The female glance is deeply attuned to textures, to shades of light. You can feel the temperature of the bodies around you, the anxiety and claustrophobia or, alternately, the expansiveness and delight. It’s an almost synesthetic mode of filmmaking, focused not on plot, or narrative, but the capacity of an image to convey a feel. It forces identification with, and empathy for, the way women experience the world — an experience that’s often marked by passive observation and the rhythms of the domestic world. Scenes shot in this way can feel paranoiac, distracted, and disjointed, but that’s just the reality of living in a world where your body, your value, your power is constantly surveilled. If the male gaze disassembles and disempowers, then the female glance puts that world back together on its own terms.