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Title: Blues in the Bod
Author: [livejournal.com profile] extemporally
Fandom: The Social Network RPS
Pairing: Andrew Garfield/Jesse Eisenberg
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 34,000
Warnings: Alcohol. Lots of it.
Summary: A. Garfield's a messed-up, confused fresher at Oxford. Enter Jesse: messed-up, confused exchange student from New York...

A/N: I started writing this on the 15th of August and two weeks later I looked up and it was done. I'm still not quite sure what happened, but I have to say that tremendous thanks are due to [livejournal.com profile] oddishly, without whom this undefinable thing would certainly never have happened: thank you, bb, for the countless handholdings, for allowing me to email you with words that made no sense, for your flawless betas (your many rounds of those), and for being an all round greatest person. I love you. ♥

Next, a big thank you to [livejournal.com profile] forochel, who let me quiz her endlessly about Jay Chou and Wang Leehom (yes! they appear in this story! EVERYONE appears in this story at some point) and told me to fix my commas, and was wonderfully acerbic.

And lastly, thank you to everyone who ever cheered me on, on Twitter and LJ (my freaking out is multi-platform). Love to you all.

This story is a love letter to a) Oxford b) Andrew Garfield and c) (British, American, & some) actor RPF.

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five
extemporally: ([!] too many feelings)
Page & Stewart: lesbian bros in love.

Also, [livejournal.com profile] harriet_vane was just posting about A. Garfield's RIDICULOUS vocal tics, and it made me keysmash in joy because just yesterday (in between having a writing freakout at her) I was telling [livejournal.com profile] forochel about the reasons I love Andrew Garfield:

I hated school, I hated school. And I didn’t realize why. I thought I was…I was, I thought there was something wrong with me for hating school, for not being able to deal with school. At the time it was ingrained in me that school was: if you’re not successful in school you’re not going to be successful in life. And the hierarchy with the subjects at school, like the arts are given no credence. And if they are, it’s false credence. So, I look back on it and and I’m angry. I’m angry about it because, you know, there might be a brilliant ballerina somewhere in school who’s being forced to do maths, and she sees it difficult. But if she’s just allowed to express whatever gifts she has to offer then she would be happy and then she could make hundreds of thousands of other people joyous for a couple of hours per night. - source

Because now all I have is an endless string of questions such as a) God, how does that one A. Garfield know that repetition is one of those vocal tics that make me shiver? b) "I hated school, I hated school" - oh Andrew. Who didn't? c) and here he is triply determined to mess up my ovaries by using the words "false credence", which is nearly as great as d) "sees it difficult" (!!!)

This is exactly like the first time I stumbled across the therapy session quote and reblogged it to Tumblr with (I shit you not) "I have no idea who you are, Andrew Garfield, but I like you!" or something like that. Oh how times change. ... the having an idea of who he is, I mean. Not the other part.

Because another thing that always has and always will get me is a well-timed "fuck you". \o/
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I am back in the UK! Back in my regular room, and one hundred percent unpacked for once. This is a Rare Feeling. I even have all my postcards and photos up on my notice board, and have gone grocery shopping. I have - get this - decanted my (uncooked) pasta and rice into separate tupperware containers. This is an indication of how organised I intend to be this coming term. Also of the fact that I have Visitors coming tomorrow - well, just one, [livejournal.com profile] forochel, who wants to visit Tolkien's grave here in Oxford, the geek. We will be frolicking around for three days, and then I am going to follow her back to London to meet [livejournal.com profile] laiqualaurelote and also see [livejournal.com profile] kickingrad's art show! Then another friend is coming down to visit me again, and we will do the whole frolicking thing all over again. Think picnics.

Not unrelatedly, I had cause to link to Bowie's Sweet Thing on youtube just a couple of minutes ago, which means that I had to listen to it, which of course means that I had to listen to the whole album. Man, that is a good album. I had nearly forgotten.

It's nice to be back in the UK after three weeks' holiday, even if I had a moment this evening when I didn't quite know what to do with only myself for company. I suspect I used to read fic.

Also, in conversation with [livejournal.com profile] forochel:

[4/13/11 PM 09:01:41] [livejournal.com profile] extemporally: although right
[4/13/11 PM 09:01:45] [livejournal.com profile] extemporally: you know what i would so read
[4/13/11 PM 09:01:52] [livejournal.com profile] extemporally: I WOULD SO READ AN ANDREW-NARRATED FIC
[4/13/11 PM 09:01:59] [livejournal.com profile] extemporally: where he is all precious and earnest about things
[4/13/11 PM 09:02:24] [livejournal.com profile] extemporally: because like i definitely identify with jesse eisenberg and the 'lol not a real person' feelings, in terms of social maladjustment
[4/13/11 PM 09:02:36] [livejournal.com profile] extemporally: BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I OVERWHELMINGLY OVERIDENTIFY WITH. FEELINGS ;_____;

... I realise on rereading this that that doesn't quite make sense. I MEAN, overwhelming, unabashed, sentiment! As narrated by Andrew Garfield! Does such a fic exist. :|

Mostly, though, this evening is all about slow conversations and slow washing up, and also chilling in my room feeling good about life.


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