extemporally

Title: Blues in the Bod
Author: 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 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 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

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, 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 laiqualaurelote and also see 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 forochel:

[4/13/11 PM 09:01:41] extemporally: although right
[4/13/11 PM 09:01:45] extemporally: you know what i would so read
[4/13/11 PM 09:01:52] extemporally: I WOULD SO READ AN ANDREW-NARRATED FIC
[4/13/11 PM 09:01:59] extemporally: where he is all precious and earnest about things
[4/13/11 PM 09:02:24] 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] 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.