Dork
| Fanfiction | |
|---|---|
| Title: | Dork |
| Author(s): | Speranza and Miriam Heddy |
| Date(s): | |
| Length: | 8266 words |
| Genre(s): | slash |
| Fandom(s): | The Sentinel |
| Relationship(s): | |
| External Links: | Dork at AO3 Dork (Miriam Heddy's Little Corner of the Universe) |
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Dork is a Jim/Blair story by Speranza and Miriam Heddy.
It was published in Extra Touchy Frisky #9 and is online.
Reactions and Reviews
Seriously, it's like someone bottled up my secret identity and spilled it onto a story.[1]
This was a story I was hesitant at first to read. Once I did read it, however, it blew me away. If you think Blair can't do conservative, and Jim can't do wild-child, this is the story for you. It's essentially sort of a "Jim and Blair switch personalities" kind of thing, except that it's not that, really, but the authors manage to keep both of them in character as they do so.[2]
Blair unleashes the dork within! Reading this story almost made me say that I'm glad to be a dork. NOT. Even as dorky as Blair might claim to be, he's still pretty damn cool. He's just so resolute in his dork-osity. He owns his shit, and that's just so hot. The chemistry chick knew her beans. I'm the kind of dork that has people stop paying attention to her, literally turn their backs on me, in mid-sentence because I bore them so much. Anyway, I love it when Blair gets lifted onto anything. That just gets my blood pumping.[3]
It's touching and romantic and hot, but most of all, it's a lovely study about discovering, and somehow melding who you were with who you are, and who you want to be.[4]
I highly reccomend everything by Francesca; this one's my favourite One-Shot. Blair and Jim get in touch with Blair's inner dork. *s* [5]
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Best FF That Describes Wee Blair Sandburg as Little Orphan Annie, and, You Know, I Can Totally See It. And I Bet He'd Have Made That Godawful Movie Much More Interesting, Though I Don't Know That I Want to Hear Him Sing. Dork, by Francesca, aka cesperanza, and Miriam Heddy, aka miriam_heddy. The Sentinel, Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg. Yes, I did have to include a TS rec today, because some evil person linked me to the Sentinel mah jongg game, which is impossible and which never fails to give me a headache (itty bitty tiles featuring itty bitty pictures of Jim and Blair, including some that are nearly identical), but which I nonetheless cannot stop playing. I suspect subliminal mind-control, frankly. So, anyway, I've had TS on my mind a lot lately, because this game has little sound bites as well as little pictures and sometimes bigger pictures, and I thought it was time to reacquaint myself with those aspects of these guys that aren't related to a Chinese tile game. What better way to do that than to dress 'em up, or, rather, to let two very skilled authors dress 'em up? In this story, Blair cuts his hair (!) and gets in touch with his inner nebbish, and Jim loses his mind and gets in touch with his inner gay lust monster. I think we can all agree that that is a mighty appealing concept.