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frantic_mice pushed me in the direction of

fanficrants (which I can see lasting another week on my watch list, if that). One of the more interesting of the many rants was from someone who, in essence, said 'Look, we live in a globalised age, is it really the case that reading American spellings in a fic set in the UK and vice-versa is worth making that much of a fuss about?'

And I have to agree. I can easily overlook gotten and alright if no one over the age of 20 cries and if people only talk about their deepest feelings when they are in extremis. But for some, including a long list of commenters, there are certain Americanisms that are like a dictionary to the 43rd President of the USA and have them running at first sight.

I can somewhat sympathise, because I can find it very hard to read when characters start acting American, talking at great length about their emotions and so on. While I adore my American friends, my closest ones know that they will receive one brief hug on meeting and departure, and I will probably never tell them any of my deepest feelings. Which is not because I don't love them, but because deepest feelings are only for personal perusal so that no innocent souls will become aware of the full extent of my inner lunacy.

But for spelling and so on ... well, I regularly read books and magazines published in America and sometimes set in the UK or elsewhere in the English speaking world, and I cope with them. In fact, the YA novel I just finished changed spellings depending on whether scenes were set in New York or Sydney and it read as very very odd indeed (though it's a good novel). Dealing with such spelling anomalies is commonplace: most of you do the same.

I do like a good Britpick for things like truck/lorry, stall/cubicle, Christmas eggnog/three bottles of decent whisky and hiding in the stables, and were I writing fic set in the US, I would make certain that my characters said Dude and asked for the check. However, my authorial voice would still sound like me, which I believe is appropriate. Wodehouse and Conan Doyle both have long sections of novels (Psmith, Journalist and The Valley of Fear respectively) set in the US where they follow this rule, and these were great successes on both sides of the Atlantic.

All of which is my lengthy way of saying, I can cope perfectly well if you're an American and you write alright, color and aluminum. But if you could hold off on having the lads say 'I love you so much, sweetie, that sometimes I just want to cry'*, I would take it as a personal favour.

Finally, HAPPY BIRTHDAY

suonguyen !

*If you have actually written a fic that contains this line, obviously it worked well in the incredibly clever context you created for it.

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my closest ones know that they will receive one brief hug on meeting and departure

Ahahahah me too X-D
One semi-lingering hug on meeting and departure, in my case.
This includes any family member I haven't seen in years and live continents away =P

And the "Get a grip of yourself, we're British!" scenario provides much amusement for me, idk.
e.g. Peter getting sentimental with Edmund before battle and Edmund being all OMGStopItNowPls D:

X-D

You mentioned something that made me think of Skandar Keynes! Argh! He is the reason I am going straight to hell, do not pass go! He is so astonishingly pretty and so terribly, terribly young! ARGH! I had sensible things to say but now I have to go and have a cold drink before I come over entirely Germaine Greer!

Oh NO! If only _thinking_ about people born in '91 is a ticket to hell, I'm NEVER telling any celestial authorities what I did last weekend! ;)

Oh PIN! Hurrah! And also, you are younger than I am, it's far less appalling. 42 at the end of the month -- my bloom has gone, as Ms Austen would say.

You lie! Or you sent your younger sister to Florence. ;)

Oooh, I love you Pin Pin ...

Smashing! Now you must cry and tell me your life story! :D

*loves you back*

You'll need three bottles of whisky and about four months for that ;-)

Pffft! I'll need far more than three bottles of whisky if you're going to take four months!

Only if you're drinking it, too, I am cheap!

Yes, I'd budgeted with letting you smell the corks. ;)

You jest, and yet ...

I am more serious than you may think! :D Although I might bring some vodka to spike your orange juice with should the tales Welsh communes become unbearable into the third month. ;)

Snort! Actually, I only have two or three good stories from those days. The rest of it can be summed up with 'Wet, boring.'

And if you do indeed sum it up like that, booze money and sanity will be saved. This sounds like a plan - although if we substitute "summer house" for "barn", it may be even better!

You are making Oslo sound almost irresistible! Argh! (phones mother and demands money)

Mmm...you make me want to dig out my Edmund icon.

At least you don't write William Moseley/Skandar Keynes RPS? =DDD

*Wiki Germaine Greer*

In 2003, The Beautiful Boy was published, an art history book about the beauty of teenage boys, which is illustrated with 200 photographs of what The Guardian called "succulent teenage male beauty", alleging that Greer had appeared to reinvent herself as a "middle-aged pederast."

Ahhh...I see. When I grow old, I can haz pretteh teenage male flesh ~~porn cllection~~ art collection too?

In other news, TV stars are getting younger and younger. I was terribly sad when I find out Bradley James and Colin Morgan are younger than me ~~because I now feel guilty reading Bradley/Colin RPS~~.

Broken tags, sry!

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