So, I wrote up this huge long review, and then of course LJ ordered me to shorten it. But I *couldn't*. So I'm actually using a second comment. This is called abysmal lack of self-restraint. There is just no half-way point for me--I either write a sentence or an epic :P
Fortunately (or unfortunately, she still hasn’t figured that one out yet) for him, at the same time he became sullen and rebellious, he also became hot.
lmao. Tim. Of course he did. *snerk* And the follow up, the delivery is perfect Tyra.
Leers and winks and big tips, even buttslaps sometimes, though no man has ever tried that twice.
Ha! I love hard-line, none of your BS Tyra.
She knew from the beginning that she would try to grab hold of a life beyond Dillon and west Texas, if only for a moment. She knew, too, that it would slip from between her fingers, crumbling to a powdery dust like ashes that blow away.
Oh, owch. That was my heart you just trampled on, btw. That's sad enough for anyone, but this is Tyra, and, owch.
Tyra’s been scared for so long that she forgets that she is: scared she’ll never get out of this town, scared she’ll never see Daddy again, scared that she’ll be alone. She strides through the fear, though, shoves it to the side, and she’s forgotten the way it coils, cold and hard-edged, in the pit of her stomach.
Another line I love--and btw, makes me absolutely green with envy, because you write things I couldn't if I sat down and rewrote my prose for days--because it takes both Tyra's fear and her strength, and fit them together in a way that is so very true to the character. There are so many ways this spot could have gone wrong--too much fear, too much strength, too much separation or conflict--and you pull it off like it's just the next sentence you thought up while waiting for the bus.
and that she needs to do what Oprah always says and trust her instincts (Mama’s a big fan of Oprah).
Oh. good. lord. The idea of Tyra watching Oprah. It's late right now, okay? And even re-reading this, I need to be *quiet*, but Tyra is referencing Oprah. Heeee.
She packed up all her optimism and plans for the future and when she occasionally brought them out again, the mothball stench sickened her. Mrs. Taylor rattled her so much that the boxes tumbled open and Tyra couldn’t scoop all their contents back inside so easily this time
Tim could be sweet sometimes. There were moments…. And this is what battered women do.
Er. This is one of the few bits that twinges, just because--while I don't think Tim and Tyra were all that great for each other, or had a future together--I do think there was more there than we saw, and that it wasn't a battering-type of situation or possibility. It wasn't sentimental, and in some ways a more honest than other relationships on the show. But I can see where you're going in general, even aside from the Tim part.
So when Landry gives her his little speech about “what she deserves,” the jaded Mindy-part scoffs, the desperate Mama-part swoons, the gonna-end-up-in-a-trailer-park-getting-the-shit-beat-out-of-me-part winces. The jaded part and the trailer park part team up and beat up the swoony part because if she can’t afford to become trailer-park-girl, neither can she afford to be weak and believe in what her head tells her is a lie
lol. I mean, it isn't funny, but somehow it just *is*, and LOL. The mental image alone is ftw.
Re: long review, pt. 2 (aka. I need to learn how to shut up)
Fortunately (or unfortunately, she still hasn’t figured that one out yet) for him, at the same time he became sullen and rebellious, he also became hot.
lmao. Tim. Of course he did. *snerk* And the follow up, the delivery is perfect Tyra.
Leers and winks and big tips, even buttslaps sometimes, though no man has ever tried that twice.
Ha! I love hard-line, none of your BS Tyra.
She knew from the beginning that she would try to grab hold of a life beyond Dillon and west Texas, if only for a moment. She knew, too, that it would slip from between her fingers, crumbling to a powdery dust like ashes that blow away.
Oh, owch. That was my heart you just trampled on, btw. That's sad enough for anyone, but this is Tyra, and, owch.
Tyra’s been scared for so long that she forgets that she is: scared she’ll never get out of this town, scared she’ll never see Daddy again, scared that she’ll be alone. She strides through the fear, though, shoves it to the side, and she’s forgotten the way it coils, cold and hard-edged, in the pit of her stomach.
Another line I love--and btw, makes me absolutely green with envy, because you write things I couldn't if I sat down and rewrote my prose for days--because it takes both Tyra's fear and her strength, and fit them together in a way that is so very true to the character. There are so many ways this spot could have gone wrong--too much fear, too much strength, too much separation or conflict--and you pull it off like it's just the next sentence you thought up while waiting for the bus.
and that she needs to do what Oprah always says and trust her instincts (Mama’s a big fan of Oprah).
Oh. good. lord. The idea of Tyra watching Oprah. It's late right now, okay? And even re-reading this, I need to be *quiet*, but Tyra is referencing Oprah. Heeee.
She packed up all her optimism and plans for the future and when she occasionally brought them out again, the mothball stench sickened her.
Mrs. Taylor rattled her so much that the boxes tumbled open and Tyra couldn’t scoop all their contents back inside so easily this time
Um, yeah. I'm getting annoyingly repetitive, now, but: love.
Tim could be sweet sometimes. There were moments….
And this is what battered women do.
Er. This is one of the few bits that twinges, just because--while I don't think Tim and Tyra were all that great for each other, or had a future together--I do think there was more there than we saw, and that it wasn't a battering-type of situation or possibility. It wasn't sentimental, and in some ways a more honest than other relationships on the show. But I can see where you're going in general, even aside from the Tim part.
So when Landry gives her his little speech about “what she deserves,” the jaded Mindy-part scoffs, the desperate Mama-part swoons, the gonna-end-up-in-a-trailer-park-getting-the-shit-beat-out-of-me-part winces. The jaded part and the trailer park part team up and beat up the swoony part because if she can’t afford to become trailer-park-girl, neither can she afford to be weak and believe in what her head tells her is a lie
lol. I mean, it isn't funny, but somehow it just *is*, and LOL. The mental image alone is ftw.
Um, basically, I still love this fic.