Fic: Commas and Ampersands
Title: Commas and Ampersands
Rating: pg-13
Characters/Pairings: Literati (Rory/Jess)
Disclaimer: If I owned them, you can be sure I would do a lot of things differently.
A/N: Song comes from Mike Doughty's "I Hear the Bells." Because Veronica and Logan aren't the only ones who are epic.
Summary: "It's the little things, really." [Lit]
This one's for you,
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ava_leigh_fitz. Because your love of these two made me fall in love with them all over again.--
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She loves words so much that they came out all in a jumble (at least after she gets to know someone and can trust them with her treasures); like a little kid stuffing her face full of as much candy as possible, she cannot get enough of them. Her first memory is of sitting on Mom’s lap, warm and safe, while Mom talked and talked and talked—Rory doesn’t remember the words, just the rise and fall of her voice, and it sounded like home.
Words are much too precious for him to use as freely as the Gilmores do; she knows that he’s never understood how they could talk and talk, stringing words together in long chains that trip up anyone else but bind them together, and she never can explain it to him. The verbal thing comes and goes, he says, but love for words is as much a part of him as it is of her.
When she and Mom talk, bandying words back and forth (Luke likens them to a tennis match), Dean would watch them, chagrined. Jess catches most of what’s going on—all the books, most of the movies, the current events, even the history. It’s the really bad TV that trips him up (he isn’t one to staying up till all hours of the night to catch reruns of “The Brady Bunch Variety Hour”), but that’s all right. Nobody’s perfect.
She waits patiently for each word as he doles them out like a miser. Most of them are everyday, monosyllables, but they’re occasionally punctuated with words that mean something, rare words, words that gleam and are just exactly right (There is no such thing as an exact synonyms, he grumpily quotes Katherine Anne Porter one day and he doesn’t understand why she can’t stop smiling). But never for show or to impress her or anyone else: only when he’s trying to make a point.
They meet in the middle, and it all works out.
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Asterisk
Looking back, it seems inevitable, as though she knew from the first time he entered her room and trailed his eyes over her books with a sort of reverence that belied his caustic comment (she’ll never be able to see a “Hooked on Phonics” commercial ever again without thinking of him) that they were meant to be together. She isn’t the type to say things like that; she’s much too practical to believe in love at first sight, and she knows that she was happy with Dean then. And she’s never liked the idea of some soul mate created for you before time began, that there’s just one person you could ever be with and you’ll never be happy with anyone else and you don’t have any choice in the matter. Rory believes in making her own choices.
But still, if she believes in destiny at all (and she isn’t sure that she does), she would believe that the notes in the margins of a book, a kiss at a wedding, an afternoon on the bridge with a basket in between, an apple appearing from thin air, a record store in New York, and a sprinkler system were all conspiring against her and adding up to something like fate.
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Exclamation Point
After the Winter Carnival, Clara develops a crush on Jess, and Rory is giddy over all the teasing she gets to do. She spends the walk to Luke’s each morning and afternoon not bantering with Mom but thinking of new quips to make—things about his “crazy” hair and how he and Clara are a perfect couple since he almost never talks and she does nothing but.
He grumbles and snarks about her future in standup and she flits around him, chattering and laughing—this is way too much fun to pass up (she isn’t her mother’s daughter for nothing). The one that makes him maddest is the one about how he’ll be related to Dean—all those holidays and family reunions. He growls, then kisses her to shut her up, and she can’t complain or tease at all, because she can’t catch her breath.
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She likes the way he says her name, rolling the syllables around on his tongue. He knows the weight of every word, but when he says this one, she feels as though it has more weight or meaning than any other word in the world.
She has a lot of dreams, more than the average person. And she’s smarter, perhaps, more talented than most. She doesn’t like to draw attention to all that, but she knows it’s true. But even so, she knows that she isn’t the most meaningful thing in the world, not the most important person, not perfect or the center of the universe.
But when he says her name, she is.
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Backslash
Even though he moved from the big city, Dean fit in in Stars Hollow, sliding into its quirks and corners comfortably and without questions. He was her town, was security and familiarity and safety and everything, Mom says, a first boyfriend should be.
Jess is the whole world. He’s adventure and books she never would have thought of reading and ways of looking at things that she couldn’t have imagined. And maybe he’s the bad boy, but he’s going to be a good man, or maybe already is.
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It’s gorgeous spring weather where the sky is so blue it makes her ache and the smell of wet soil in the wind is enough to make her want to just walk and walk and walk to the ends of the earth. Mom turns off the heat, and in these few weeks of hovering-in-between, the windows are open to let in the sound of wind tossing leaves back and forth in the trees and the brush of the silky air.
Books start disappearing from her shelves, but she isn’t worried. They’re always returned soon—usually the next day, though how he can work and go to school and manage to read Housekeeping all in one day is beyond her—with notes scribbled in the margins, and she smiles.
Some books have more notes than others—Dubliners has nearly as many notes in the margins as the text of the story itself, while her Complete Poems and Selected Letters of John Keats has only a scattered few, as though Keats has said (almost) everything that needs to be said.
The first time she thinks that maybe she loves him (love is an awfully big word, one of the few she’s hesitant to apply too freely) is when her copy of On the Road reappears mysteriously on her pillow, and there’s not a single note in it. She pores over every single page, flipping through slowly, sure she’s missing something. Finally, she notes something scrawled in the corner of the last flyleaf: Really, what could I say?
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Hyphen
Other than that one time with the 22.8 miles (a moment she relives again and again, though she would never admit it), he never talks about the future. She tells him about Harvard (then Yale), about working at a newspaper someday, about being a foreign correspondent. She tells him about all the places she wants to visit and the people she wants to meet. She even admits that one day—a long time from now—she wants what Mom calls the total package—the husband, the kids, the house (but probably not the minivan, because she can’t imagine any child of hers that would want to play soccer).
He never talks about the future at all. He barely likes to plan for next weekend, much less talk about ten years from now. She isn’t sure whether it’s fear or apathy or just that he doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life, but no matter how she pushes him, she can’t get him to even hint at anything he might be thinking of.
To appease her, he tells her long lists of books he’s planning on reading someday, and it does—for a little while. But that isn’t enough. She tells him that he could do or be anything he wants to be or do. He says, “Thanks, Mom,” but she knows his mom never told him that. No one did. Sometimes she wonders if he realizes how smart and talented he is—other people certainly don’t. But she knows that if he would just try, just invest in something other than her and reading every book ever written and annoying Taylor—he would be unstoppable.
She doesn’t lie to herself; it bothers her that he doesn’t dream, doesn’t have any sort of ambition. She appreciates that he seems to believe that she can do whatever she wants, but she wants them to be equal in this: to push and encourage and support each other.
Maybe someday….
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Ampersand
She knows that Mom still doesn’t like him. Yes, he was rude to her the first time they met, but she would have thought that of anyone Mom would understand the need to protect yourself through words. But criticizing Luke isn’t the best way to get on Mom’s good side, and when Mom finally tells her exactly what Jess said, Rory realizes that Jess’s words must have seemed designed to alienate himself from Mom from the first.
She hates that he and Mom don’t get along, because they have so much in common. But he is caustic and sometimes even cruel to everyone else. And she doesn’t understand why, because with her he’s so…well, sweet isn’t the right word, but even though she spends more time than she probably should mulling over it, rejecting this word and that, it’s as close as she can get.
She asks him why on a regular basis, but she never gets a real answer.
He and Mom tolerate each other for her sake, but both of them are completely exasperated with each other most of the time, and she sees the distrusting glances they throw at each other. And it’s hard, dividing up her time between the two of them and trying not to neglect Lane at the same time. This is the first time that she’s had someone important in her life that Mom doesn’t like as much as she, Rory, does. Once she tells Mom that the fact that she likes him should be enough for her—after all, shouldn’t her own mother just want her to be happy (though she knows that Mom does want her to be happy and always will)?
Mom’s beginning to understand how important he is to her, so she smiles and gives him a tense hello when she sees him. And Jess curbs most of his more sarcastic comments in front of Mom now. She can tell they’re both trying not to bait each other, trying not to square off, trying to find things to respect in each other.
It’s not enough, but it’s a start.
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Colon
Most of the time she’s convinced that the scowling, brooding young man thing is all an act, that he’s softer than he lets on, that he cares more than he could possibly say (or at least more than his pride will let him admit to). Other times, though, she becomes truly exasperated when the whole day has been nothing but cynical comments.
Jess, she erupts finally, and she gets the feeling he’s hiding a grin, Why don’t you just make me a list of all the things you think are lame and then you’ll never have to tell them to me again.
He smiles that half smile that used to infuriate her (and if she’s honest, sometimes still does, even if she loves it more often than not, despite its cliché) and she stomps off to meet the bus.
When she checks the mail on the way into the house that afternoon, on top of the new issues of her Books and Culture and Mom’s InStyle, all the bills that will make them hold their breaths but will somehow get paid, and a profusion of junk mail, there’s an unsealed envelope.
She sits down on the porch steps and opens it, unfolding five pages of ragged-edged notebook paper.
Lame Things the top of the first page is labeled, and she can’t help but laugh out loud:
1. Taylor Doose.
Number two is town meetings. Number seventeen is Ayn Rand. Number twenty-six reads, Professional snowmen builders.
Four pages of paper are covered on one side. It’s college ruled paper, thirty-two lines to a page, four pages, so that’s one hundred and twenty-eight things he thinks are lame. She isn’t surprised. She rolls her eyes and laughs again as she sees what’s crammed into the bottom margin of the fourth page:
And that’s just offhand.
But she catches her breath at the fifth page. Things That Aren’t Lame:
1. Books
2. Words
3. Kerouac
4. Pie
5. The Clash
6. Rory
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Comma
She wants to make him laugh. More than almost anything in the world, she loves it when he actually laughs. It’s rare, though, and she understands why. She gets the whole Daddy-abandoned-me thing; she’s been there. But she had Mom to more than make up for it, a relationship so deep she doesn’t know any other that can quite compare.
Rory has heard stories about Liz, knows from Luke that she’s a nice person, but that she doesn’t have a responsible or steady bone in her body. She’s erratic, and there’s no way she could have offered Jess any kind of constancy. In a life like that, no wonder Jess holds on so tightly to his books. No wonder he rarely laughs.
It’s a role reversal. Dean constantly tried to make her laugh, like it was some sort of game he was going to win. She loved that, but not as much as she loves those rare occasions when she’ll say or do something and Jess will actually laugh out loud. The only problem is that most of the time, when she’s trying to make him laugh, he doesn’t, and when he does laugh, she was being totally serious.
This month, she’s working her way through Faulkner, even though the school librarian says that he’s “too much” for high schoolers and (pushing her glasses further up the bridge of her nose and sniffing), she doesn’t know why they even have his complete works in the Chilton library.
She finishes up Sanctuary during lunch, shedding more than a few tears for Temple and even for Lee and Ruby (everyone in the lunchroom is more than used to Rory Gilmore sitting with a tome on the table in front of her, headphones in her ears, her lunch forgotten beside her, tears sliding down her cheeks) before she closes the book.
The rest of the day is torture—she’s bursting to talk about it with Jess, but instead she has to listen to her teachers rambling about things like Byron or the French Revolution (things she’d usually be interested in, but not today). Her teachers don’t understand why she does not raise her hand once, and Paris makes a snide remark about her fidgeting. She gets almost nothing done on The Franklin, and that means more abuse from Paris, but for once she doesn’t care.
On the bus home, the man sitting next to her clears her throat six times before she notices that she’s tapping her foot against the pole, creating a nervous rhythm. After that, she just drums her fingers on her bare knees.
She races into Luke’s and barely greets him as he jerks a thumb towards the stairs. She clatters up them and when she throws the door open, Jess is sprawled out on the couch with Kundera in his hand, his eyebrows arched at her.
She lets her backpack slide off her shoulder, wrestling her book out of the outer pocket.
Listen, she demands, and he swings his feet around to rest on the floor.
“In the pavilion a band in the horizon blue of the army played Massenet and Scriabin, and Berlioz like a thin coating of tortured Tschaikovsky on a slice of stale bread, while the twilight dissolved in wet gleams from the branches on the pavilion and the somber toadstools of umbrellas”—did you ever in your life think you would read a sentence like that?—“Rich and resonant the brasses crashed and died in the thick green twilight, rolling over them in rich sad waves….” She sucks in a ragged breath, feeling her cheeks flush with excitement. And that’s his selling out book!
One minute, he’s staring at her like she’s crazy, the next he’s laughing harder than she’s ever seen him. He leans his head back against the top of the couch and lets the book fall from his hand and she can’t drag her eyes away from him (he’s beautiful).
But this is not the reaction she was looking for. She leans over and begins slapping his upper arms, telling him to shut up. Still laughing, he grabs her hands, between gasps reassuring her that it is beautiful prose and that he’s laughing because she’s so cute and that he thinks it’s hot that she’s that passionate about something like that.
All the fight goes out of her at that and her cheeks begin to burn. She collapses onto the couch beside him, letting him wrap his arms around her and tuck her head under his chin. She’s still pouting a little, but a smile keeps trying to break through her petulance. How could she really be angry when his fingers are tangled in her hair and he laughed?
With his free hand he takes the book from her. Can I borrow this? he asks, and maybe he doesn’t understand why she catches him off guard with a sudden, furious kiss, but he certainly doesn’t complain.
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Ellipses
The best times are the simplest: leaning towards each other over the counter, teasing and being teased by Luke. Sprawling out on the couch with a bowl of white cheddar popcorn, talking about books for hours. Him catching her as she walks down the street and pulling her into a doorway for a kiss. Playing pranks on Taylor and getting winked at by Miss Patty. Sitting in the back row of the theater in Hartford and mocking the chick flicks and pointing out the impossibilities of the action pictures. Watching him roll his eyes through town meetings and the feel of his arm around her waist as they cross the square.
Debating the relative merits of authors and then thrilling to discover the ones they agree about completely. Holding the phone to her ear till it starts to ache because they’re talking about ideas late into the night and she’s surprising herself, stumbling her way—prompted by him—into really figuring out what she believes. Those rare moments when he laughs and the even rarer ones when he lets her catch a glimpse of his life before Stars Hollow. The moments when he reveals the softness he hides and she teases and it all ends with a kiss and contentment.
She wants it to last forever.
She’s scared to death that it won’t.
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Question Mark
When she finds out that he is gone, she isn’t surprised.
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Period
(She misses him so much that she can’t breathe).
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This was wonderful.
I love Rory and Jess (who doesn't love them?) and I think you more than did the pair of them justice. I love the puncuation marks and the way you made everything flow together.
I've never read Faulkner but you made me want to.:D
Fantastic job! I hope you write more Gilmore Girl's fic; you captured Rory's voice so perfectly.
(Also, I love the title of this fic; "I Hear the Bells" is my current favorite song thanks to VM.)
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Seriously! How can you not love these two? They're epicly wonderful.
Heehee! My job is done!
Thanks so much, as always--I appreciate your reviews because you're a fantastic writer.
"I Hear the Bells" will always be associated with epic love in my mind. Yeah, thank God for Veronica Mars for introducing me to it.
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Let my fangirling commentary of the fic begin!
First off, the idea of punctuating this with, well, punctuation? I love it and it works and why did I not think of that? Because I am not as awesome as you, that is why.
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She loves words so much that they came out all in a jumble (at least after she gets to know someone and can trust them with her treasures);
That is such a great representation of Rory’s love affair with language. You capture it so well in this first sentence that I just knew how awesome this fic would be. And I was totally right and wrong and thrilled by the time I got to the end. You just instinctively, immediately, wholly get these characters.
Rory doesn’t remember the words, just the rise and fall of her voice, and it sounded like home.
The idea that it's not even Lorelai's presence that feels like home, but her voice is something I can definitely see Rory thinking about. Also, it's just such a nice idea, so warm and fuzzy on your heart if that makes any sense.
<>stringing words together in long chains that trip up anyone else but bind them together, and she never can explain it to him.
That image of the words and bantering matches of the Gilmores being a trip wire and a knot that ties them together is just so beautiful and apt and them and that she can't explain it is so true because he's never had that relationship and his words are always economical.
The verbal thing comes and goes, he says, but love for words is as much a part of him as it is of her.
That is so ridiculously true.
(Luke likens them to a tennis match), Dean would watch them, chagrined. Jess catches most of what’s going on
I love how you show these three different reactions to their banter; Luke takes it almost for granted, enjoys it almost, whereas Dean never felt quite included enough and Jess gets everything they refer to. That's just so it. Gah, my vocabulary's dying from awesome overload.
The end of that paragraph when she says that 'Nobody's perfect.' That's such a Gilmore line. *is envious*
But never for show or to impress her or anyone else: only when he’s trying to make a point.
Again, you completely and totally got what his feelings are on the subject. You have this insane ability to get straight to the heart of the matter without it being blunt. And you're always right.
They meet in the middle, and it all works out.
It does and it always makes me smile for the times when they banter and get it and neither's dying a little inside.
Asterisks:
That entire first paragraph is so Rory it hurts. Like ridiculously (notice this repetation? This is my way of saying my brain has shut down momentarily from the sheer awesome this is.) Rory because that is the way she'd rationalise it. She knows what she had with Dean was good while it lasted but she recognises that there was just so much between her and Jess that somewhere deep down she knew they'd end up together. And that's the way I like to think of it.
And this:
But still, if she believes in destiny at all (and she isn’t sure that she does), she would believe that the notes in the margins of a book, a kiss at a wedding, an afternoon on the bridge with a basket in between, an apple appearing from thin air, a record store in New York, and a sprinkler system were all conspiring against her and adding up to something like fate.
*wants to have written this paragraph so very very badly*
Exclamation Point:
The idea of Jess having a crush on Jess is pure fantastic because that's the exact same impression I got from the show. And you wrote is so perfectly that it is now my canon. It just is.
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I really can't tell you how glad I am that you liked it. Seriously, as I was posting it, I thought I won't really know if I approve of this myself until I get Ava's opinion. So now I can be proud of it and glad I wrote because you liked it!
See? You're going to make me hopelessly arrogant. But thanks. I'm humbled.
Now don't say that. Really. I love your Lit fics. Loooove them. And I love your Dean fics. Looove them. So don't say that. You're wonderfully talented.
I'm thrilled to death to get the flailing icon. It makes me feel like I've accomplished something. ;)
Well, maybe, but you are totally awesome, because I was rereading "Fire Alarms" the other day and I loooooove the dedication at the beginning of Jess's book so much that I thought the exact same thing--"Why didn't I think of that?" So don't go doubting your awesomeness.
That is such a relief to hear you say (see you write? Whatever). Honestly, you're like the Rory/Jess authority to me, so I feel so much better about this now. I was worried about their voices.
'Twas one of my favorites. Thank you, dearie.
Heeheehee! Yay for fanon!
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But in a good, I'll-still-write-fic way, right?
I thought I won't really know if I approve of this myself until I get Ava's opinion. So now I can be proud of it and glad I wrote because you liked it!
Really? You should be proud of it either way though, because IT IS MADE OF THE KIND OF AWESOME THAT MAKES MATT SARACEN SMILE
Yes. THAT kind of awesome.
You're going to make me hopelessly arrogant.
Hey, if it generates more fic than I am more than happy to oblige.
I've realised that there are very few times when I use that icon not in relation to you and/or your fic. I think that says something...
I loooooove the dedication at the beginning of Jess's book so much that I thought the exact same thing--"Why didn't I think of that?" So don't go doubting your awesomeness.
*blushes* My ego thanks you muchly.
And I just had the craziest most cracked out idea ever. We must co-write something so it can be filled with the ideas we wish we could have thought. Did that make any sense?
Honestly, you're like the Rory/Jess authority to me, so I feel so much better about this now
Really? Wow.
YAY for fanon indeed.
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Oh, definitely. Even if I don't have a head, I'll still have fingers. And as long as I have fingers, I'll keep on writing.
Oh my goodness. New favorite compliment ever! Yay! Seriously, you're a genius. I'm going to use that all the time.
Awww...that makes me feel special!
You always underestimate your sense-making abilities. I nearly always understand what you're saying. ;) And you're absolutely right--we should write something together. That's a brilliant idea.
Although, I've never really written anything with anyone before. So I might be really bad at it. But we have to try, regardless.
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Quotation Marks:
she knows that she isn’t the most meaningful thing in the world, not the most important person, not perfect or the center of the universe.
But when he says her name, she is.
That encapsulates her feelings so perfectly in about two lines. Which again, shows your ridiculous levels of talent.
Backslash:
I just re-read this bit-
Jess is the whole world. He’s adventure and books she never would have thought of reading and ways of looking at things that she couldn’t have imagined. And maybe he’s the bad boy, but he’s going to be a good man, or maybe already is.
I cried because that's so true and Rory knew way back then that he was worth it all, that he was going to be a great guy. And you wrote is so perfectly that in my already heightened emotional state I am now crying.
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I want this. I want a boy that'll steal my books and write in them and say everything I've wanted to say and some things I'd never thought. I want this and you wrote it again, so damn well. Rory was right to fall for him at that moment with On the Road,
because it feels so right and so Jess and so very much the two of them.
Hyphen:
Sometimes she wonders if he realizes how smart and talented he is—other people certainly don’t. But she knows that if he would just try, just invest in something other than her and reading every book ever written and annoying Taylor—he would be unstoppable.
Ava's heart says: Stop Breaking Me!!!
Ampersand:
That entire section spelled out Rory's reaction to the kind of stand-off between Jess and Lorelai so well. I love how you brought in Lane to, and how conscious she is of everything having to try to fit together for her to keep her sanity.
Colon:
That he'd take her literally and make the list because it would make her smile is something Jess would do. It is his way of solving the problem and it's an affectionate gesture without it being cloying, or too sweet or odd. It's just Jess and I love it, especially this:
She rolls her eyes and laughs again as she sees what’s crammed into the bottom margin of the fourth page:
And that’s just offhand.
But then you have the next list and I love how it's supposed to be Five Things but she's the Sixth and she was so important he couldn't not put her down.
Commas:
Dammit. Heart broke and eyes cried AGAIN. I'd ask you to stop but I know you won't and I'll be upset if you did. But still. This might perhaps be one of my most favourite sections, 1: Because, again, I want a boy like that. I just do. 2. It's something I think the show missed out on doing.
One minute, he’s staring at her like she’s crazy, the next he’s laughing harder than she’s ever seen him. He leans his head back against the top of the couch and lets the book fall from his hand and she can’t drag her eyes away from him (he’s beautiful).
...
he’s laughing because she’s so cute and that he thinks it’s hot that she’s that passionate about something like that.
...
With his free hand he takes the book from her. Can I borrow this? he asks, and maybe he doesn’t understand why she catches him off guard with a sudden, furious kiss, but he certainly doesn’t complain.
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*wails* I know! Me, too! Why are there no Jesses in the world?
I haven't read On the Road yet (which I know is evil of me), but it seemed very Jess. Glad you thought it was.
But it's so fun!
Again, glad you thought the list thing was Jess-like. I wanted it to be, but I wasn't sure. And she just had to be on the list, didn't she? The thing I love about Jess is that, even if he underestimates her feelings for him, he never underestimates her as a person or takes her for granted. He always really does appreciate her, even when his fragile ego is getting in the way.
Very true!
I completely agree with you on both of those.
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And don't I know it!
And you must read 'On the Road', You just must.
And I want Jess period. He's just so damn pretty and smart and gah why does he not exist for us?
The list was a Jess like thing to do. IT's the kind of thing he'd know would irritate her in an adorable way and it's his way of apologising.
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Sometimes you say things, and I wonder if you're reading my mind across the Atlantic Ocean. Like then. I would have written that exact sentence. Because Jess is just so much.
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Ellipses:
So much to quote in here so I can't. But you've totally captured my image of Rory and Jess when they aren't fighting or crying and it's just so beautifully done.
She wants it to last forever.
She’s scared to death that it won’t.
And then that ending. That ending which took everything I had invested in this fic and broke it because it's heartbreaking/tearing/grinding and beautiful and apt and I adored every single line of those last two because that's how I see it and seriously, you are in my head!
Write more. Because this is too fantastic to be left as the first and last. And I will write you thank you!fic. What would you like?
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You made my year. Really. You haven no idea. I agonized over the ending. Agonized, I tell you. But your comments made it all worth it.
Working on one now, but it might be a little while before I finish it. I'm working on one FNL and one VM fic right now.
YAY! *bounces around* Thank you fic! My new favorite thing! And I don't even care what it is. Anything by you will be wonderful. Just make it nice and angsty and beautiful like your fics are and I'll be happy. But if you absolutely insist on me coming up with a suggestion, I could think about it and get back to you. But only if you insist.
I cannot tell you how much your reviews mean to me. Like, really. When I'm having one of those days when I feel like I can't write and I'll never be able to write, I'll come back and read this. And your reviews mean so much because you're such a great writer yourself (really). So thank you a million times over. You're full of awesome.
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Oh God yes.
You made my year. Really. You haven no idea. I agonized over the ending. Agonized, I tell you. But your comments made it all worth it.
That ending was seriously just so poignantly perfect that it just couldn't have ended any other way, if you know what I mean.
FNL FIC???!?!?! *flails*
VM FIC??!?!!? *flails some more*
Now I seriously have to catch up with FNL.
And I do insist. Is there any particular situation/pairing/object/lyric you'd like me to work in?
I cannot tell you how much your reviews mean to me. Like, really. When I'm having one of those days when I feel like I can't write and I'll never be able to write, I'll come back and read this. And your reviews mean so much because you're such a great writer yourself (really). So thank you a million times over. You're full of awesome.
Ditto. Because reviews from you honestly make a day far better than crack or chocolate. And you are made of awesome and win and all that is good. And we share like every single fandom EVER
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Glad you're excited! At this point in the process of the FNL fic, though, it's just going to be spoilers through like the first half of Season 1, maybe. If it stays that way, you'll be able to read it by the time I post it.
Of course, I might have to add some more and then you'd probably want to wait till you are caught up....
I'll think about it while I'm reading 300 pages of Pamela tonight. *gags*
So true! It's because awesome knows awesome when it sees it, and all of our fandoms are awesome.
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Just.... wow.
Words cannot describe how wonderful and amazing this is. It's such a great piece and you have the characters down completely, you get them so well. I love this so ridiculously much.
You can't stop writing. The world will be at a loss without your words -honestly. I look forward to reading the next thing you write, and I really hope it's soon. Just... this is spectacular. End of story.
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I cannot tell you how much I appreciate your kind words and how much your lovely review means to me. Thank you.
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The part I love the best is the beginning, where you describe each of their relationship with words. He doles them out like they're precious, and they are. And he doesn't say her name much, so when he does, it means something special.
You should submit this to Black & White & Read (http://www.gilmore-fiction.net) - we need more Jess/Rory stories on there!
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Exactly. You summed it up so beautifully.
Thank you for mentioning your favorite parts--that always helps me to know what works so I can keep it in mind for the future.
I will definitely check out the site and see about posting there. Thanks for the recommendation! And you're right--there can never be too much Rory/Jess in the world!
Again, thanks so much for your kind words, and I adore your icon!
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B) Now I am crying... I hate people like you for writing things like this
C) In the morning when I have to wake up for class I will hate you for making me stay up an read this
D) Over all, THIS WAS AWESOME!!!
<3Beautiful<3
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Thanks so much!
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I especially loved "Colon" and "Comma." Wonderful, wonderful job. Those seem to be the favorites. Thank you for letting me know specifically which ones you enjoyed most.
Again, thank you so much for your kind words!
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And maybe he’s the bad boy, but he’s going to be a good man, or maybe already is.
is just lovely because, yes. thank you.
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And yes, character, pairing, era = best the show had to offer.
Thanks so much for your kind words. And you're welcome.
Oh, and I like your icon. A lot. Because of the coloring and also the boys looking pretty.
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And I know! They so deserved their happy ending and it breaks me in two that they didn't get it!
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But, regardless, this piece is amazing. Heartbreaking, but amazing.
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At any rate, thanks for your kind comments. And if the muse moves, I'd love sometime to write a Jess/Rory post-finale reunion. Maybe I can come up with a great idea for it. Till then, you might want to check out my friend
Thanks again!
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I loved this fic to death.
You wrote the characters so well, from the first sentence to the last. ("She loves words so much that they came out all in a jumble...") When I read that, I just knew this was going to be great because that was Rory, wholly and perfectly.
One of the things that really got to me were the comparisons of Dean and Jess, particularly the hometown/world analogy in Backslash. In two sentences you summed up each of those relationships with a beautiful succinctness.
The lame/not lame lists were so very Jess and made me laugh. ^^
(Also, the title of this fic made me very happy, because thanks to Veronica Mars I am quite obsessed with it at the moment. :D)
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In two sentences you summed up each of those relationships with a beautiful succinctness. I'm so very, very glad you liked it--I was quite proud of that part.
I know! It's a fantastic song, isn't it, from one of my favorite scenes in the history of television.
Thanks so much for the lovely review!
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This really sums up my thoughts perfectly.
I just want to tell you how awesome you are. This was perfect/gorgeous/amazing/brilliant/fantastic.....i can get the thesaurus out for more words if required?!
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it is pretty much The Definitive Jess/Rory Fic in my brain. This may be the best compliment I've ever gotten on one of my fics. I can't think of a better one. Thank you, and I'm so glad you enjoyed it! It was much fun to write.
And there is no dignity in this journal! It's for wild fangirling of all varieties! I think you'll fit in just fine!
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It also reads so much like you with all the love of words and books and quiet, teasing times. And the way you relate to them helps me to relate to them, too, and see that those same things I love are deep in the heart of them.
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