much appreciated, lovely!
a fic whose reception was different than expected | i try not to expect much of anything - apart from silently begging for no negativity - so everythingggg surprises me! the one that packed the most punch, though? hush, my darling (don't fear, my darling), my mid-ST3 finale project. i wrote HMD in three straight days, ended up a thousand words beyond my typical cap [to that point], and i skipped a beta entirely - which is a definite rarity. all of this to say, i had even lower expectations about response here. BUT. it turned out to be my biggest hit!
one of my favorite lines | i couldn't dissect this conversation from try and grab the spotlight (a dollop of fame), part of my schitt's creek series, so. here's the entirety:
As Maui adds neat art of Moana to his ink, Alexis’ phone rings. When she slides to answer, she’s bombarded by her brother’s flustered: “You advised my darling niece to seek council from our mother? Do you hate her? Because I’m assuming you must. What possessed you?”
“It’s not like I locked them in a freaking basement with each other! God! Excuse me for hoping they’d bond!”
“Sweet, naïve Alexis. Your incandescent outlook, while truly admirable, conveniently neglects my early elementary introduction to show business. Second grade? Into the Woods? Remember?”
“Um, David? I was four. So, no. No, I don’t. Maybe you can, like, fill me in on your trauma?”
“My role as Milky White contained no dialogue and exactly six lines of stage direction. And yet, when the house dimmed, Mom had choreographed a tap solo and shifted ‘Hey Diddle Diddle’ into an operatic cadence. Just for me!”
“Okay, yes. It was possibly a smidge too soon to enroll Len in the dojo of Moira Rose. But she’s not scarred, so!”
“Well, nerves of steel seem to be hereditary.”
