Rec: Get Your Gun, I'm Done.

[quigonejinn]

Get Your Gun, I'm Done by rocknload

Post-movie and the aftermath. And. Holy shit, guys. Holy shit. I have no idea how to even talk about this coherently without collapsing into a pile of unholy glee. Because, you know, I've been whining bitterly on all fandom fronts about how the volume of good Iron Man fanfiction has been disgustingly low these days, with amonitrate's Sentinel series being the only regular thing around.

No more, guys. rocknload blew thew goddamn door off the hinges. Post-movie Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Jim Rhodes. Jarvis. Bruce Banner. Betsy Ross. Thunderbolt Ross. Nick Fury. STEEEEEEEEEEVE. And more Tony Stark, in a way where it's hard to quote just one piece because the way rocknload writes, everything just gets developed and fleshed out and made so rich and resonant and, yet, strikingly spare. This has become one of my new go-to fics when I'm feeling troubled about my own writing and need something to clean me up and help me get focused. She is just that good at taking perfectly written bits of ouch and layering them into. Like. I don't know.

A freight train of monumental pain.

A freight train of phenomenally written monumental pain. A freight train so well-written that you wish you'd written it yourself, except you know that it wouldn't be half as good, and that would be a goddamn shame because.

In September, Tony’s in his kitchen, which he never uses, and he’s washing down a pepperoni and sausage pizza with brandy.

WHY ARE YOU STILL READING THIS ENTRY? GOOOOOOOOOO.

Comments

[katanath.livejournal.com]

OH MY GOD JARVIS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


hey, was that you on metafilter with the hamster question?

poor hammie ;_;

[quigonejinn.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it was. Rhodey actually made it through the night where I posted that -- TYPOS, THEY ARE EASY TO MAKE WHEN YOU ARE CRYING YOUR EYES OUT WITH GUILT -- saw a vet who knew what he was doing the next day, and she made it through another two nights. I'd been kinda being like, HEY SO GLAD THAT I ASKED THE QUESTION, BUT NO NEED TO HAVE DONE IT NOW :D :D :D

Annnd I woke up about fourteen minutes ago, and the poor girl was dead in her cage.

Poor, poor hammie. Towards the end, she had so much difficulty breathing that she actually didn't struggle anymore when I tried to warm her in my hands.