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crack_van2004-04-01 08:47 am
marag.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2004-04-01 08:47 am
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Shoot Me by Mercutio (PG-13ish)
Fandom: X-MEN COMICVERSE
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bard_mercutio
Author Website: Mercutio's Stories
Why this must be read: Because it doesn't matter whether or not you know the X-Men. It doesn't matter if you're a fan of either Bobby Drake (Iceman) or Hank McCoy (Beast). This story is just brilliant and beautiful and evocative. It's sad, but not depressing--a distinction that eludes many fanfiction writers.
I've probably read this fic ten times, but I find myself sniffling at the end each time.
You don't know what it's like. If you did, I wouldn't have to explain. If you did, then maybe someone would be able to hear me screaming.
Do you know? Could you possibly know what it's like when the pain of every movement, every breath drives you further into insanity? What the pain of crying is like when no one can hear you, and even if maybe, maybe perhaps they were to hear you, no one would care? And the gulping sobs *hurt* and the tears hurt, but most of all it hurts that you're crying and there's no one to hear and it doesn't matter it never mattered never will matter... you don't matter never matter never will matter. And then it's simple, it's easy to think about dying. To think about actions, simple actions, that will lead to the consciousness that is you -- not being. So simple.
Shoot Me
Hi, I'm Mara and I'll be your guide to X-Men comicverse this month. I'm a big fan of gen fic, and also especially fond of happy, fun fic, so this is probably the last angsty rec you'll see from me. Just so's you know ;)
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:
bard_mercutioAuthor Website: Mercutio's Stories
Why this must be read: Because it doesn't matter whether or not you know the X-Men. It doesn't matter if you're a fan of either Bobby Drake (Iceman) or Hank McCoy (Beast). This story is just brilliant and beautiful and evocative. It's sad, but not depressing--a distinction that eludes many fanfiction writers.
I've probably read this fic ten times, but I find myself sniffling at the end each time.
You don't know what it's like. If you did, I wouldn't have to explain. If you did, then maybe someone would be able to hear me screaming.
Do you know? Could you possibly know what it's like when the pain of every movement, every breath drives you further into insanity? What the pain of crying is like when no one can hear you, and even if maybe, maybe perhaps they were to hear you, no one would care? And the gulping sobs *hurt* and the tears hurt, but most of all it hurts that you're crying and there's no one to hear and it doesn't matter it never mattered never will matter... you don't matter never matter never will matter. And then it's simple, it's easy to think about dying. To think about actions, simple actions, that will lead to the consciousness that is you -- not being. So simple.
Shoot Me
Hi, I'm Mara and I'll be your guide to X-Men comicverse this month. I'm a big fan of gen fic, and also especially fond of happy, fun fic, so this is probably the last angsty rec you'll see from me. Just so's you know ;)