Stop? Go? More? Less?
I’m heading to bed for tonight, but if the live-blogging is enjoyable I will absolutely pick-up tomorrow. I mean, I enjoy doing this for my own giggles, but I can also keep it on the inside. Thoughts?
MMFD 1930AU - Chapter Three, Re-read Live-blogging:
Dream big, darlings. It’s 1930. Things aren’t what exactly you assume…or maybe that’s just me making the assumptions. Man, it’s been too long since I’ve gone on a date.
Yet for somebody who had quite an overbearing physical presence for a girl, her expression revealed something to the contrary. In the split second their eyes had met, Finn could sense she’d been apprehensive, carrying a fragility that didn’t seem to suit how she looked. Finn wasn’t one for analysing people he’d only clapped eyes on for a second in any particular depth. He chalked the unexpected intrigue down to boredom, as he always did, assuming he had a subconscious need to occupy himself. He thought that maybe her ample bosom might have had something to do with it, too.
There is a LOT happening. Pay attention, Finn. No seriously, pay attention to your gut. Don’t write feelings off, we all know that just leads to heartbreak. My heartbreak, your heartbreak…I’ve been here before - YOU’VE been here before, don’t you read your own FANFICs???? I’m not doing this for my health, you better be learning something DAMN IT FINN!
It gives me life that the phrase “Miss Earl had clocked him” is used here. LIFE. No real reason, it just does…I’ll move on now.
Finn practically leapt out of the room, stumbling over a stool as he did so. “Excuse me…” he mumbled out, taking large strides into the hallway and up the stairs. He felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment, his behaviour out of character. He felt out of sorts, and he didn’t know why he was acting so bizarrely. He was sure Mr Gill would have been wondering the same thing. Finn was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a Peeping Tom. This Miss Earl had made him enter a strange sort of limbo; she’d let him see too much of her, the veneer of mystery and the invisible barrier class brought with it somehow decreased. He didn’t know where he stood, or how he should address her. He resolved to treat her with the same formality as he did the others, having to consciously remind himself of how things were, despite her behaviour making him wonder to the contrary.
Oh love, you have no idea. This is only the beginning of so many mistaken impressions and moments, if you only knew what I do. But you don’t, so buckle up.
Finn’s inner monologue around Hassan is kind of the best thing ever. This is constantly my response to his thoughts about that jack-off (sangria talking):
He hadn’t even introduced himself properly, wondering if he’d ever have the opportunity to do so. He hadn’t even noticed how his thoughts about the newcomer had calmed him. He also hadn’t realised that he’d been replaying the sound of her giggle in his head for the entire walk to and from the post box, the warmth in his stomach unfurling further still.
Oh sweet summer child, warmth is gonna unfurl…
MMFD 1930AU - Chapter Two, Re-read Live-blogging:
"Therapy"…"therapy"…no good comes from that term in that time period in a reform school. How well adjusted do you really expect your child to be coming back from that? If you think they’re awkward going in, well…
“I find Rachel’s presence … distracting. I have many duties as head of my late husband’s company, and need my home to be a quiet place to conduct business. I’m sure you can appreciate the difficult position I am in.”
"A quiet place to conduct business" - Lady, what kind of work you in?
FIRST CONTACT!!!!!!! More than just your eyes are gonna meet!!!!
The door at the top of the stairs slammed and a young maid ran down the stairs, her red hair bouncing under her cap. “She’s here! Anna told me that Finn said that Mr. Gill …” Isabel broke off when she saw Rachel. “Oh!”
Izzy, you’re my girl. You got this - she’s gonna love you. You do you.
She stood up instinctively, and Lillian appraised her daughter with a critical eye. “Welcome home, Rachel. You’ve grown so … much. I can see we’ll need to replace your wardrobe, if this is the best you have in which to travel.”
Say it like you mean it…
“We’re pleased to have you back, Rachel. Madame Broussard said you are much improved. I hope she was not exaggerating.” Lillian continued, after a sharp look at Rachel, “I’ll have Gill show you to your room and let you get settled in.”
Mummy dearest - Do you need me to track down the unpublished version of Harry Potter while I’m at it?
Each step felt like she was walking into the past, and when the door opened to her faded pink room, she saw daffodils on the bedside table. Tears sprang to her eyes, knowing kind Mrs. Dewhurst must have put them there.
It’s ok, Rae. It’s gonna be ok. You won’t be locked in a tower. Nobody puts baby in a corner.
MMFD 1930AU - Chapter One, Re-read Live-blogging:
OMG - I wrote about rose wallpaper, did I unconsciously lift this from your fic? I mean, I wrote mine probably six months after I read yours…but I’m slightly questioning my life choices right now. What lead me to this moment?
“Why wouldn’t they make a fuss, though? When Master Hassan came back from his trip to America, they bought him a whole new wardrobe, and a new desk. You’d think they’d at least get Miss Earl a little present?” she pouted.
YEAH!!!! Izzy throwin’ down first, as she does. ‘Cause Izzy knows what’s up. You know, you think they WOULD get her a little something. Bad shit happens when good people do nothing…
Really? Really? Are you sure that’s not your problem? You’re gonna wish she was your problem. She’s about to touch your story all over the place (that doesn’t even make sense, I’m blaming the sangria).
Finn, along with his best friend Arnold, or ‘Arnie’ as he was better known, knew how to have fun. They were becoming notorious for it, Finn managing to obtain a reputation akin to a heartthrob whilst simultaneously keeping his nose clean in regards to his job.
"Got around" = wrap it up (sangria talking)
Finn hoped her charge wouldn’t give her a hard time. Izzy’s optimism helped make Finn’s job more bearable, and if the newcomer did anything to quash her spirit, the weight of the bars around him would thicken. Finn resolved to be there for her should that be the case, maybe even be primed to defend her should the need for it arise.
Oh Finn, you know a kindred-tender-hearted-spirit you big ole’ softy. You can’t hide behind that hard candy-coated shell.
Finn may not have seemed like the most friendly of people with his quiet, moody demeanor, but he valued his friends and was fiercely loyal to those he loved. It just took quite a lot for him to love someone; that was the difference.
"Quite a lot to love someone"
AU MEME - Set in the 1930s, Rachel returns from “boarding school” to live with her mother and new wealthy stepfather.Finn works for her family and is immediately smitten with the smart alecky girl. That summer, he decides to show her how to break out of her shell and have some fun.
I think it’s a popular opinion that MMFD 1930 AU is a fanfic go-to for many of us in the fan-dem. I decided to re-read it ahead of the upcoming post of Ch14 endemictoearth (Shawna) has been diligently composing.
It occurred to me that it might be ”fun” to live-blog my re-reading of it. I posed this to Shawna and with her blessing, that’s exactly what is going to happen. Now, just to clarify, this will not be a lampooning live-blogging event. Basically, I plan on linking sections of the text to chapters and posting my editorial (feels) responses with gifs for emphasis.
This is either a “keep an eye out” post or “add me to your blacklist” post, depending on your interest level.
I’ll tag all the posts with #darlingdiver re-reads MMFD 1930AU
Y’all, this is going to be fun. Buckle-up, it’s happening. This is your warning shot, live-blogging will commence in a few hours and then continue on/off over the next few days. Gotta make a quick stop into a party, drink some sangria and then I’ll be primed and ready to roll.
Perhaps one day
we will meet again
as characters in
a different story.
Maybe we’ll share
a lifetime then.
"I have always been attracted to the glamour of sorrow, I think I have always been interested in the juxtaposition between a beautiful song and a painful subject material.”
THERE IS SO MUCH GOOD FANFICTION IN THIS WORLD
SO GOD DAMN MUCH
SO MANY FICS THAT I WOULD CUT OFF MY LEFT ARM TO SEE PLAYED OUT
AND PEOPLE CHOOSE FIFTY SHADES OF GREY
This is why we can’t have nice things…
it’s been that kind of day