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thetaoofzoe · 3 months ago

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Elvis' perfectionism 📀

Author's note: Okay, I'm beyond excited with this post, so please take your time reading it. You won't regret a bit.

So, things just got more interesting for me.

If you read my content for a while now, you must be familiar with the fact that I'm a huge fan of "Elvis On Tour" documentary. There's this scene in the middle of the movie where they play instrumental of "Don't Be Cruel" while some 50s pictures of Elvis are "randomly" shown onscreen... well, not as random as one may think.

"Elvis On Tour" is mainly a live concert documentary but it tells Elvis' history as well. His history as a musician is delivered through his own accounts (Elvis talking about his music preferences, his love for gospel music, etc) and by family members' accounts too, such as an interview with Vernon Presley, his father, that is also featured on the film, when Mr. Presley talks about how Elvis' tours in the 50s were wild with all the fans going extremely hysterical over his son.

One of the pictures in particular, displayed during the "throwback scene" in the movie, is immensely significant to the story that documentary meant to tell the viewers. This one right here:

July 3, 1956: On The Train back to Memphis, Tennessee. Photograph by Alfred Wertheimer. Below, other pictures from the same moment. Note the little record player on Elvis' lap, it is important.

The day before those pictures on the train were taken, Elvis had cut some new songs, soon to be released, "Hound Dog" and "Don't Be Cruel" are among them, but also "Any Way You Want Me".

Elvis during Studio Sessions for RCA July 2, 1956, at RCA Studios in New York. Photograph by Alfred Wertheimer.

About that recording session, on the precise moment EP was recording "Hound Dog", below is an excerpt from "Elvis Presley: A Life in Music" by Ernst Jorgensen and Peter Guralnick:

This was the session where Elvis’s perfectionist streak first became apparent. From [Steve] Sholes’s point of view several of the earlier takes would have been just fine, and he tried to get the singer to listen to the playbacks, but it was obvious that the singer was marching to his own beat; he wouldn’t rest until he had recorded the song to his own — not anyone else’s — satisfaction. Finally, with thirty-one, Elvis declared himself satisfied, and the room breathed a sigh of relief.

Side note: Before recording the song on studio, Elvis performed "Hound Dog" on the Steve Allen Show, on July 1, 1956. They were all worried about how to turn the live performance into a record, and Elvis was the one who was intensely dedicated to make it work. That's why he took 31 takes to finish working on particular track. It really paid off in the end.

Back to the train pictures on July 3, 1956, the photographer, Alfred Wertheimer, shared his accounts on the moment. He said:

"Elvis in on the train. He had just recorded these three songs but two of them became his third and fourth gold records: "(You Ain't Nothing But A) Hound Dog" was the third and "Don't Be Cruel" was the forth. Here he's listening to it over and over again on the way down to his home [Memphis, Tennessee], and he's listening it on this inexpensive little record player and here, I mean, while the other musicians are horsing around, while Colonel Parker is somewhere else, Elvis keeps listening and listening and listening. He's a serious guy! I asked him 'Why are you listening to it on this tiny little machine with a terrible speaker and you just heard it yesterday on a fourteen inch speaker in a studio, beautiful reproduction?' He says: 'Al...'

"'...This is the way my fans listen to my music. That's the way I wanna hear it.'"

— Elvis Presley, July 1956

On more train picture (Elvis going to Memphis, Tennessee on July 3, 1956):

On that photograph, Alfred Wertheimer said on 'Elvis '56' book:

"Listening to the previous day's work one more time before going to sleep, his teddy bear keeping him company. The record player is sitting on a ledge to the right of his berth."

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ABOVE: "Elvis On Tour" (1972) snippet with "Throwback scene". Instrumental of "Don't Be Cruel" is playing on the background while pictures from Elvis' early tours are displayed onscreen. The first picture, that one from July 3, 1956, that Mr. Wertheimer shared his memories about.

The footage on that scene from the documentary is from September 9, 1956 on The Ed Sullivan Show. If you'd like to watch the full performance, here it is:

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Well, I don't know about you but I will never see the throwback scene the same way.

I mean, if I'm being honest here, I used to often skip that scene just because I've seen the pictures over and over again and the footage from Ed Sullivan Show as well, so when I watch the film I used to be much more interested on the 1972 live performances, the backstage scenes and so on, but now I know the story of that picture, the scene is a lot more meaningful. That 1972 documentary, friends, is not only about Elvis' performances or the lasting love and adoration from his fans. It has a lot more to do with who Elvis Presley was, specially how he felt about music and how he gave all of him to please us. The film shows Elvis talking about how, in the 70s, after many, many years of experience onstage he still felt anxious before performing... and that picture from the 50s that is shown on the film tell us his dedication to his music was to the extent of listening his records on home record players just to make sure it would sound as flawless as it could be... all for us. After hearing the picture story from Mr. Wertheimer, I just fell in love with that 1972 documentary, and with El, even more. ♥

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captainswanbigbang · 7 years ago

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CSLB Author Spotlight: hencethebravery

Today’s featured Captain Swan Little Bang author is @hencethebravery!

How long have you been writing for the OUAT fandom? Did you write anything else (original or fan fiction) before joining the OUAT fandom?

Probably about 2 years? I've written fan fiction and original fiction before joining.

What sort of fic do you like to write? What sort of fic do you like to read?

I like to write fanfiction that can give insights into character that canon either can't or won't do. I've written plenty of canon-divergent fic, but I do enjoy AUs. I like to read in-character fic that honors the characters, I generally don't discriminate between canon-divergence or AUs.

Besides your Little Bang fic, do you have anything else in the works?

I'm working on an original novel for NaNoWriMo, also about witches. I'm predictable.

If this is your first time participating in a Big or Little Bang, what made you decide to sign up? What are you looking forward to?

I've never signed up for one and I wanted to try it! I'm looking forward to completing a large project and being part of a community event. I've also never had any art made for my writing before, which is exciting.

Featured Fic: The Spooky Truth with Dr. Jones

Not only was this a multi-chapter I managed to finish, it was also incredibly experimental linguistically, and I was pleased with how it came out. I had also included world-building elements with Photoshop (Instagram posts and tweets).

Check out @hencethebravery on AO3 and Tumblr!

#cslb #captain swan little bang #spotlights #author spotlights #hencethebravery

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eirabach · 7 years ago

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Wednesday [1/2]

Sorry I’ve been MIA. Life.

Back to pornstravaganza!

Captain Charming 1950s AU for the Queen of CC @hencethebravery on the occasion of her birth! Happy Birthday my darling Alana, I kept it pure for you!

(Part two is going to be… less pure ;) )

1.6k. Rated hard T / mild M for insinuation.

Wednesday, 1959

Nobody goes to Granny's on a Wednesday.

It's drive in night down at the bluff, and the young denizens of Storybrooke can almost all be found there, parked up in their daddy’s cars pretending to watch a movie while much more closely watching each other. David Nolan should be there too. As the star of the High School football team and with looks to rival any of the stars on screen he's never lacked for invites from fresh-faced girls in poodle skirts or, for that matter, their mothers.

But he has a standing appointment.

Nobody goes to Granny's on a Wednesday. Nobody except him.

Him, and his secret.

The diner seems darker than usual, Granny slouching over the counter studying the Sears catalogue and the only sound is the faint hum of the generator between the turning of her pages. At the other end of the counter sits Killian Jones, his feet crossed on the Formica as he leans back against the far wall.

“Didn't think you were coming.”

“I wasn't.”

He sees the flash of Killian's teeth as he grins before swinging his legs down and standing, his hand automatically rising push an unruly lock of dark hair out of his face. It makes David's fingers itch, so he balls his hand into a fist instead.

“You hear that Granny?” he calls. “Nolan wasn’t planning on gracing us with his presence!”

Granny looks up long enough to huff, “Either of you going to grace me with your cash?”

Killian's shoulders droop slightly, and David lifts his eyebrows in question. He knows, the whole town knows, how Mr Jones took off in the dead of night and left his two boys with nothing. Liam’s in the navy now, shipped out to somewhere humid and far enough away that the checks don't always come in time.

Sometimes they don't come at all.

“A chocolate shake,” he says, “and a soda water. Mind if we have a booth?”

She laughs, a tobacco tainted cackle. “And disturb all my other customers? As long as you're paying boys you can have whatever you want.”

Granny sets to work making their drinks, her head bobbing gently as she moves along the counter but never turning towards them as David heads to the corner booth, the one with no window and the light bulb that's on the fritz.

(It isn’t like she doesn’t know, anyway, what carries on in the dark corners of her Wednesday nights. But they say her granddaughter went out west with some girl or other, and Granny doesn’t ask, and Granny doesn’t tell.)

It's the booth most popular with courting couples, the one where, just a week or so ago, David had found himself getting a little hot and heavy over a grilled cheese with a pretty little creature called Mary Margaret Blanchard. Killian hasn't been here then, of course, but news travels all the same and he gives David a wry look as he slides into the seat opposite.

David can't help but flush slightly. “Don't look at me like that, Jones. You've done your share of petting.”

Killian's lip twitches and he sits back against the leatherette seat, his jacket squeaking as he folds his arms.

“Not nearly enough,” he says and David feels his cheeks grow hot as Killian's eyes drop to the open v of his letterman jacket. The shirt beneath is old and worn thin, and Killian's eyes linger far longer than is proper. Not that any time is proper. Not that David can bring himself to care when Killian stretches, resting his arms against the back of the seat and allowing David in turn to see the dark shadow of hair beneath his own oil stained shirt.

It's a game they play, the two of them, alone in the flickering shadows of Wednesday nights. Who can make the other crack., who's the best at playing pretend with their blood high and lust in the air.

“I'm happy to lose,” Killian had said once, that first time they’d played crammed into the back of David’s truck, his hand on David’s thigh, his breath at his ear. “Make me lose, Nolan.”

That's why they meet here now; it’s harder to lose with the tabletop digging into their bellies and Leroy singing in the distance, shadows cast under Killian’s eyes and his mouth red in the blueish lights.

Harder, but not impossible.

Granny drops their drinks on the table without a word, and returns to her catalogue. There are two straws in the milkshake, innocent red and white tubes of paper that David stares at unblinkingly before risking a glance over his shoulder. Granny has turned her back to them, and he doesn’t know if he wants to kiss her or kill her for it.

“Here.”

He pushes the milkshake towards Killian who is also eyeing the straws with interest. “You look hungry.”

Killian scoffs, and shifts himself so that he can lean over the milkshake as it sits between them. “I'm not a charity case.”

“Never said you were.”

Killian nods down at the milkshake. “Share?”

Granny turns another page, and the air grows somehow thicker, the buzz of the generator competing with the rush of blood through his veins as, just for a moment, David lets himself wonder.

Would their noses brush as he took his first sip? Would Killian's stubble be sharp or soft against his own smooth cheek? Would it be like hiding in this booth with a girl? Would Killian let him pull him onto his lap? Run his hands over his back and steal a kiss or ten? Or would he be bolder, braver, would he be the one to slip his tongue into David’s mouth? Would his prom night promises sound so much sweeter for their sin? For how much they shouldn’t, for how much they do?

He dares to look over his shoulder again. Granny's gone entirely now, and he can hear her somewhere in the back, her clattering a sure sign that she'll be gone some minutes at least, and if no one sees does it matter? If no one sees does it count?

(Had it counted that first time when no one had seen them but the stars overhead, his whole world turned upside down in a haze of cigarette smoke and calloused hands?)

Killian wraps his pink lips around the straw and sucks, his eyes fixed on David as he swallows.

It feels like a challenge.

He feels like a coward.

“No thank you.”

Killian releases the straw, a single drop of milkshake clinging to the fullness of his bottom lip, just sitting there, damp and cool and inviting and making David’s blood boil, his fingers curling against his jeans as he forces himself to look away. Killian just watches him still with those pale unblinking eyes, giving only the slightest quirk of an eyebrow as he pushes the drink another inch closer.

“Don't you want to try?”

“Fuck off,” David says, but his voice cracks on the words, his heart fluttering traitorously as the eyebrow shifts higher, and it won't do. It won't do at all.

He's a congressman’s son, his father tight at McCarthy’s side as he routs men like Killian out, and David can't, daren't, won't be one of them.

No, he needs a congressman’s wife, pretty and agreeable and silent on his arm, not this lavender lad with the haunted eyes and the leather jacket who makes his heart skip beats and his cock betray him.

He closes his eyes briefly; tries to replace him with Mary Margaret, tries to imagine the turn up of her nose, the delicate bones in her wrists, but it's Killian who leans in closer, Killian's arms that flex beneath the leather, Killian's breath that falls, hot and chocolate sweet, in the inches between them.

“Why’s that then?” he says, low enough to be a threat if Granny were to hear and query it. “Cause I'm temperamental?”

It's too close to an admittance, the truth of what he is - what they are - hanging between them and David feels like he's hanging on a precipice where any fall stings with failure and tastes like regret, where what he says next counts for more than any stolen kiss or locker room stare.

“We all know about your temperament,” David shoots back, and Killian smiles, teeth framed by stubble as the tip of his tongue sweeps out to lap up that last drop of milkshake.

“One does so love to garner a reputation.”

David winces. He's not been deaf to the whispers these last few months, that the Jones boy drove his family away by his behaviour, Killian's leather and swagger not enough to stop the hiss of faggot in his wake. He's heard the sermons against the sodomites in the church Killian no longer attends, had nodded along with the other boy’s teeth marks still purple at his shoulder.

“I didn't mean…”

Killian smiles again, soft in a way that makes David's chest hurt, and taps a nicotie stained finger against the edge of the glass.

“I think you did.”

“Killian, I -”

Killian leans down and takes David’s chin firmly in hand. “I think you mean this too.”

His lips are feather soft and oh so fleeting as they brush against David’s, the sticky sweetness of the milkshake lingering as he pulls away, his cheeks bright and his eyes brighter. David can't help but crane after him, his throat parched for the want of another morsel of that sweetness even asKillian slips out of the booth, and out of his grasp.

“One day,” he says, his own breaths a little uneven, “you might even admit it.”

“You know I can't,” David mumbles, his hands reaching out for the other boy against his will. “Killian you know I can’t.”

“You won’t, you mean. Not that it matters.”

Killian’s lip curls, and David's heart sinks as he pulls a crumpled dollar from his pocket and drops it on the tabletop.

“You can't lie to yourself forever, Nolan,” he sneers. “Until then, I'll buy my own damn milkshakes.”

The next week finds David parked up on the bluff, Mary Margaret at his side and his college acceptance tucked into his pocket.

He smiles and laughs and kisses her until her shirt is askew and her lips are red as blood, drowns himself in the taste of her lipstick until he's almost forgotten, until it matters. Until it’s almost real.

(Real as chocolate milkshake and the scent of leather. Real as stubble against his throat and make me lose, Nolan. Please.

He's the one who loses, he supposes, in the end.

Nobody goes to Granny's on a Wednesday.)

#hencethebravery #captain charming #clare vs writers block #clare vs rare pairs #romantic captain charming #smut adjacent #captain charming angst #i guess #500 followers pornstravaganza

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thetaoofzoe · 5 months ago

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oooh! @hencethebravery @cherrycolaride

Hey, gang! I’m over on the Drunk Monkeys literary journal talking about the merits of Elvis Presley’s films for their special 2023 Pop Culture issue. Go check it out!

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mymostimaginaryfriend · 4 years ago

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first lines fic meme tagged by the lovely @hencethebravery who uses promises of fic gifts as the best sort of peer pressure. xoxo thank u.

first line of the last 10 fics I’ve written wow I have ...not written much this year have I? Or at least finished many fics...gonna throw some WIPs in here to make up for it.

1. wip: “simple math” (life nbc) In the weeks after the orange grove, Dani takes up running again.

2. “sowing season” (qots) Here’s the thing about revealing your greatest vulnerability to your biggest enemy: they don’t tend to forget it.

3. wip: “bury the dead where they’re found” ch 2 (qots) James has never been a superstitious man. Needing an omen to tell you that shit is about to go sideways meant you weren’t paying enough attention in the first place.

4. “mistletoe” (swamp thing) “Alec...?”

5. never posted: “ugly sweater” (hart of dixie) “Zoe, the whole point of an ugly sweater contest is it’s supposed to be ugly — not cute ugly or punny ugly — ugly ugly,” Wade calls to her as he buttons his jeans, adding in a mutter just loud enough for her to hear, “And sure as hell not whatever was in that Dolsy and Cabana package you got in the mail yesterday.”

6 “bury the dead where they’re found” ch 1 (qots) The wind is howling a mournful tune as the three riders pick their way down the desolate mountain pass.

7. “i’m rested & i’m ready (to begin)” (qots) “How’s the arm?” James demanded, the whites of his eyes flashing in stark relief against the rivulets of red dripping down his forehead.

8. “fill it up + throw it down” (qots) Now he didn’t like to brag, but George Megalos was something of a reality show connoisseur.

9. “kiss me goodbye (don’t tell me why)” (qots) The blare of a trumpet pierces the night air like a warning as the beat of the brass band keeps time with her pounding heart.

10. “shoot the lights out” (qots) It doesn’t snow in Dallas but it doesn’t stay pretty green either—how’s that song go, again?

tagging: if you see this and want to participate, please do!

#fic things #tag games #txt post #*ficbyme #just realized i accidentally skipped one but nope too late #also i say i'm horrible at prompts but yet half of these are holiday fics so #oprah.gif #what is the truth

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spartanguard · 4 years ago

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I think I remember you doing a smut fic about 6x18 where after talking to Snow, Emma joins Killian in the shower? I tried searching on Ao3, but the fics that come up don't reconcile with my memory, I remember at the end she asks him if it was "bracing enough" or something close to that, and he nuzzled her in reply. Whatever happened to that fic? Or am I mis-remembering?

Ohhhhh that sounds super familiar....It wasn’t me (I just did kitchen table sex) but let me dig through my episode tag...

(oh my god so many pancakes gifsets)

Aha! Found it!

A Terrible Idea by @pocket-anon. Oooh that’s good...I had completely forgotten about it (and shower sex is my JAM). Hopefully that’s the one you were thinking of—it seems to fit the description!

The only other similar ones I’m finding are this untitled one by @caprelloidea, but that’s just Killian, and Not So 'Quick and Bracing' by @amortentia-on-the-rocks, but that focuses more on some syrupy foreplay.

(And if I can make a couple more recs: Keys and Calls by @thesschesthair is a hilarious bit of Snow getting what she deserved for dropping in unannounced, and then this absolutely gorgeous one from @hencethebravery of what they got up to earlier that morning.)

Happy reading! Please let me know if me and my extensive tag system can be of any further assistance ;)

#cs fic rec #ouat 6x18 #Anonymous

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thetaoofzoe · 4 months ago

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THE STUUUUUUUTZ!! Let's go! I love these by the way.

@hencethebravery

Choose your Elvis adventure!! Made these over the weekend 🙌⚡❤️

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distant-rose · 5 years ago

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Ro’s CS Traveling Archive

Note: For @winterbaby89 and anyone who is about to take a long trip, these are some of my favorite fics of all time and I highly recommend giving them a read while traveling. I have read and re-read this fics multiple times on multiple occasions while I’m on flights. (Fun fact, I fly an average of 6 flights a year.) Anyway, please note that this list contains a few series that are ongoing but the initial story is finished. they are in no particular order but all of these fics (excluding my own) are literally downloaded on my phone for offline reading because they’re that good and more importantly they are amazing stories with great endings.

multi-chapters

tripping over the blue line series by @welllpthisishappening

where you lead series by @asthewheelwills and @wholockgal

i belong to you, you belong to me by @peglegsjones

the princess of white chapel by @katie-dub

magnificent and furious by @imhookedonaswan

a wonderous adventure by ael_trlailiiu

fast friends by @blessed-but-distressed

the path that moonbeams make by knifeedge

out of the frying pan series by @welllpthisishappening

i almost do by ihearttvsnark

chasing thursdays by nowforruin

the masks we wear by @katie-dub

the spooky truth with dr. jones by @hencethebravery

roses in december by @justanotherwannabeclassic

finding neverland by @justanotherwannabeclassic

breathless by @acrobat-elle

exercise in frustration by @winterbythesea

falling slowly by @phiralovesloki

days of future's past by @optomisticgirl

lend me some sugar, I am your neighbor by @kittennharington

theoretically by @this-too-too-sullied-flesh

miles to go before I sleep by @this-too-too-sullied-flesh

strangeness and charm by bluestoplights

every letter by @bleebug

killian jones and the lost boy by @shireness-says

the dark horizon by @qqueenofhades

natural opposite by @searchingwardrobes

three non-blondes by @profdanglaisstuff

walking in a straight line by @msgenevieve447

this graceful path by @unfolded73

every day I write the book by @msgenevieve447

dark horse by @initiala

playing the part by @shireness-says

ancient rome by @qqueenofhades

it's not easy being green by @winterbythesea

i thee wed by @justanotherwannabeclassic

ohana by emmaofmisthaven

if the stars align by @swanslieutenant

renegades series by @mahstatins

23 by letterfromathief

discovery by alchemystique

kind hearts and cat flaps by ooshka

openheart by midwestwind

what it means to be a savior by like-waves-on-the-beach

one-shots

stardust in your skin by midwestwind

thaw by passing-fanciful

ends, ways, means, risk. by @blessed-but-distressed

lovestoned by jaegermighty

hail to the chief by cereal

like whiskey (somewhere a clock is ticking) by prettybrilliantfunny

the darkest sea by @optomisticgirl

playing chicken by @andromeda3116

the worst by alchemystique

civic duty by vickyvicarious

not all that (but has potential) by @shireness-says

distractions by @sambethe

train in vain by cereal

lady and the tramp by @searchingwardrobes

the lightning in your eyes by @andromeda3116

the cartography of our intimacy by jadeddiva

a seasick crocodile by nowforruin

the depths of love by @profdanglaisstuff

transatlanticism by @mahstatins

casual fridays by @sambethe

2 a.m. hot chocolate by nowforruin

in different shapes you move by bluestoplights

spring in the valley of death by @jump-on-winds-back

cs 0155 data witchcraft by @hencethebravery

muscles better, nerves more by @hencethebravery

my fics for your consideration

seal of fate

he’s in entertainment

stay out of the kitchen

lingering

reevaluating mornings

little pirates series (my personal favorites in this series are: human coloring book, women’s things, the wolf at the door, skin contact and a once and future thing)

#cs fic rec #my fic recs #captain swan #personal #for laura #happy reading

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the-citrus-scale · 5 years ago

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Author Interview: Distant-Rose

@distant-rose has a talent with words that pulls you into a story and keeps you there to the very end. An author of several Once Upon a Time fics, she appears to have a soft spot for the Captain Hook/Emma Swan pairing, otherwise known as Captain Swan. Reading her work has certainly inspired one in our writers as well.

As I mentioned earlier, your writing focuses on Captain Swan and/or their children. What is it about this couple that inspires you to write for them? Was it a ship that you were behind from the beginning or did it have to grow on you?

Captain Swan is something dear to my heart since I didn’t really start shipping it until the end of Season Two. I think what inspires me to write about them is that they’re just incredibly damaged and broken individuals who found each other and understand each other on a fundamental level. There’s something incredibly beautiful to me about people who have had just incredibly hard lives coming together and finding peace and understanding in each other. They deserve happiness, which is why I focus on a lot of domestic and emotional stories with them. Neither of them really had much love, let alone a healthy childhood, so I try to focus on them moving on from that trauma and having a more healthy and well-adjusted lives.

What is it about Once Upon a Time in particular that makes you want to explore beyond what was on the screen? Why did this fandom catch your attention?

With fanfiction and other fan works whether it be comics or fanart or whatever, I personally believe there is a mixture of fascination and discontentedness. The material fascinates you enough to grab your attention and make you think about it but at the same time, there is something about it that makes you feel discontented and therefore makes you want to transform it into something more satisfying whether it be a plotline or a character or whatever. You love it but you’re also not happy with it. You want more.

I have a very ambivalent relationship with Once Upon a Time. There’s so much creativity and wonder to it. I love the characters and the concept of taking fairytales and putting a twist on them, but at the same time I have a lot of grievances with the writing, which is incredibly spotty; full of plotholes and loose ends that are never addressed. That never became more apparent to me that the flaws of the show when I started creating my own little disaster universe and I found myself trying to unravel and fill holes in order to build on top of them, especially in regard to material from later seasons. Fandom writers aren’t paid, but I see a lot more quality in the stories written by fandom writers than what I’ve seen on screen more often than not.

Basically, I loved the characters but I hate the storylines and I feel the need to do better by the characters and write them a good proper happy ending full of disaster children who are more than a little spoiled.

As for the fandom, the Once Upon a Time fandom is crazy and full of drama, which I often do my best to stay out of. Outside fandom life, I’m very much involved in law and politics and that’s stressful enough. Fandom is my escape and my escape is supposed to make me happy, therefore I stay in my nice Captain Swan lane and don’t deter out of it.

With that being said, this fandom is filled with enormously talented authors who immediately sucked me in and made me actively want to interact and write. I owe a lot to fellow writers, especially @welllpthisishappening, @katie-dub, @justanotherwannabeclassic, @hencethebravery, winterbythesea, @optimisticgirl and @initiala. Their creativity, talent and support inspires me and pushes me to do more. These people whom I have admired from afar before I started writing, but now they’re some of my best friends.

Read the full interview here ⇠

#author interview #authors #writers #writeblr #writblr #fanfiction #fanfic #author #fanfiction author #fanfic author #writer #fanfiction writers #once upon a time #killian jones #emma swan #captain swan fic #ouat author #ouat

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