[Annun]

 isca-lox, привет! Должна сказать, ты производишь впечатление такого же cаnon geek, как и я))) Думаю, нам есть о чем поговорить)))

редкому любителю K/SP

(by jou)

@темы: ПЧ

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[isca-lox]

Спасибо! Второй картинки я не видела, хотя люблю этого автора извращенной любовью. В особенности за пэйринг

[Annun]

isca-lox
Все мы, извращенцы, должны знать друг друга в лицо)))

[Annun]

Кстати, а давай поменяемся парой ссылочек на любимые фики с этим пейрингом? Я их не очень много читала, но:
Vera пишет много и хорошего о них;
Хороший флафф с кинка.

[isca-lox]

Annun Блин, мне даже и ответить нечем. Я читала только vera. Пойду флафф с кинка читать.

[isca-lox]

Annun А на русском, кстати, что-нибудь есть?

[Annun]

isca-lox
У-у, тогда я тебе сейчас накидаю всякой фигни)) Я пыталась собирать фики о старом Споке, но не осилила. Как-то мало длинных, сюжетных вещей и много клише; очень часто пишут про мелдинг на Дельта Веге, грустный-грустный ПОВ Спока (люблю A Not Entirely Unselfish Endeavor) и радостно-простые ферст-таймы (Inextricable - один из самых нерадостных). Все остальное - приятные исключения.
Kissing the Dead, Uncanny - хорошие отказы;
вот оч.правильная заявка с кинка, но написали ее, конечно, криво;
Один красивый фик, найденный в кэше:

"Merriam Webster" by Mozart

Vulcans have no word for love. Theirs is the second most difficult language in the united federation to learn (second only to Klingon, and only because Klingon depends on linguistic mastery for proper pronunciation). It is a language of many words, with many meanings as they pertain to a situation and in what context it falls. There are fifty-two words that culminate to learnt-knowledge. Fifteen that mean wisdom (the kind you grow into and earn with your years). Twenty-nine words for logic. There are half a dozen words to describe 'dry' and half a dozen words to describe 'wet'. But there is no word for love. Perhaps (perhaps) because Vulcans use melding to convey the emotions they feel, there is no real use for it in their language - language, in matters of the soul and heart, seemed too crass for such an eloquent people. Love, desire, want, need dripping right off the lips was too easy to confuse - no amount of proper wording could prevent making a mess out of the entire thing, spoken aloud. No, when they felt they really felt - there was no in between, no puppy love, no misplaced affection. It was something that was a simple truth - something that existed, independently, beyond description or admission. It simply was.


There is no word in Vulcan for love.

When a weathered version of the Spock James Kirk knows puts his hands to the windchapped face, the light melts into scenes: it drips into fingertips, flipbook style kisses, lingering looks, a prism of emotions held behind tight expressions and raised eyebrows. The feeling of being saved a million times over and more, the fast beat of the heart when running to rescue the one person you refuse to lose, mission after mission after mission. Desire right below the surface of it, and friendship at the core - the real kind, the kind that doesn't quit almost a century in when James is finally burried beneath the soil and Spock goes on loving him just the same, and will, until he dies as well. Kirk barely knows Spock, now, but within the mind meld they have lived a lifetime, side by side. Their lives are illustrated together, like bleeding watercolours. That is what it feels like: Spock's entire life bleeding into James Kirk, what their life was, together, once - somewhere. A feeling that is pure and absolute. Something too bright, too deep, to put into a word.

There is no word in Vulcan for love.

But with tears rolling down his cheeks and Spock's fingertips still lingering against his numb face, Kirk knows Spock's word for love (if you condense all he has done and all he has learned at the end of his long life into one floundering, unfit word). One word that is impossibly unable to convey it all but tries, on lonely nights when Spock lay alone in the dark and matches all of his language's words against all of his thoughts in an effort to understand the thing that drives his heart to go on beating, his body to go on fighting. What both cripples him to his knees and makes him an infinitely better man, as both a Vulcan and a human.

Spock's word for love is James.

A Gilded Hook - шикарнейший mindfuck (можно сказать, пародия/метакомментарий к счастливым ферст-таймам);
про возвращение Кирка из Нексуса попадалось пару раз, но ничего особенного.
На русском не видела вообще ничего(((

[isca-lox]

Спасибо, буду читать.
Про возвращение Кирка я читаю The Ties That Bind:
www.ksarchive.com/viewstory.php?sid=1185&warnin...
Но оно еще не дописано.

[Annun]

Ага) Я видела, что его в сообществе советовали. Почитаем)

[isca-lox]

Annun Правда, там главу про любовь новых Кирка и Спока я не осилила. Это было... как-то слишком уж слащаво. Но я надеюсь, что когда автор вернется к старичкам, все будет гораздо лучше )

[Annun]

Спасибо за предупреждение)
Кстати, "Quench the Flames" - вот еще хороший mindfuck.

[isca-lox]

Annun ага, спасибо. буду читать.