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crack_van2011-03-19 10:58 pm
Entry tags:
Superego, by Isiscolo (PG-13)
Fandom: Canadian Actor RPF
Pairing: Paul Gross/Paul Gross (sort of, it'll make sense when you read it)
Length: 1,425 words
Author on LJ:
isiscolo
Author Website: Fic tag on LJ or website
Why this must be read: Because this combination meta-crackfic of Paul drinking and arguing with subconscious manifestations of the characters he's played--while they dispense marital and psychological "wisdom" --will have you laughing from start to finish. And the last character who appears makes for a great ending.
The man held up a glass and motioned toward the bottle. "Mind if I have some?"
The man. Himself. Himself with tousled hair, rumpled clothes under an equally rumpled raincoat, leaning against the wall with a somewhat maniacal grin. Paul looked at the bottle - he hadn't had that much to drink - and then back at the man. "Is there some particular drunken hallucination you're supposed to be, or am I just generally going off my rocker?"
The man put the back of his hand to his head in a mock-tragic gesture and sighed deeply. "Ah, well. I assumed you'd know me. Actor's ego, as you should know. We're all in love with ourselves. It's a hazard of the profession."
Paul stared. That broadly theatrical delivery was unmistakably familiar; he'd rehearsed it enough to know. "Are you supposed to be Geoffrey Tennant?"
You can read Superego here on LJ or Isis's website, and please remember to leave feedback for the author.
Pairing: Paul Gross/Paul Gross (sort of, it'll make sense when you read it)
Length: 1,425 words
Author on LJ:
Author Website: Fic tag on LJ or website
Why this must be read: Because this combination meta-crackfic of Paul drinking and arguing with subconscious manifestations of the characters he's played--while they dispense marital and psychological "wisdom" --will have you laughing from start to finish. And the last character who appears makes for a great ending.
The man held up a glass and motioned toward the bottle. "Mind if I have some?"
The man. Himself. Himself with tousled hair, rumpled clothes under an equally rumpled raincoat, leaning against the wall with a somewhat maniacal grin. Paul looked at the bottle - he hadn't had that much to drink - and then back at the man. "Is there some particular drunken hallucination you're supposed to be, or am I just generally going off my rocker?"
The man put the back of his hand to his head in a mock-tragic gesture and sighed deeply. "Ah, well. I assumed you'd know me. Actor's ego, as you should know. We're all in love with ourselves. It's a hazard of the profession."
Paul stared. That broadly theatrical delivery was unmistakably familiar; he'd rehearsed it enough to know. "Are you supposed to be Geoffrey Tennant?"
You can read Superego here on LJ or Isis's website, and please remember to leave feedback for the author.

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