Revolution (Blake's 7 story)

Fanfiction
Title:	Revolution
Author(s):	M. Fae Glasgow
Date(s):	1993
Length:
Genre:	slash
Fandom:	Blake's 7
External Links:	online here
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Revolution is a Blake's 7 Blake/Avon story by M. Fae Glasgow.

It was published in Pæan to Priapus #5 and is online.

Reactions and Reviews

MUSE OF FIRE RESPONSIBLE: M. Fae Glasgow writing as Cally Donia

HAS POOR VILA BEEN DRAGOONED INTO THIS SHITSHOW? —

WHY ARE BLAKE AND AVON DOOMED THIS WEEK? They used to fuck and now Avon’s mad that Blake wants to Star One. But maybe they stopped fucking before Blake started Star One-ing bc idk Avon was afraid of love, and also of how Blake was doing what Blake always said was his mo: drinking milkshakes and fighting Tories (and he’s all out of ice cream)

EDITOR’S NOTE: patronizing about something literally no one should get to be patronizing about

PROSE: everything about the way it is determined to use the Beetles makes me want to die

OVERALL:

This is a fic which is determined to ‘cleverly’ use Beatles quotes in every. goddamn. line. of. dialogue. Run. Save yourself. It is too late for Erin. She was like a blackbird, singing in the dead of night–

So Avon in this gets to be the moral voice of reason, which is interesting bc he said fuck all at Control. Also… man it’s awk when people give Avon this job. Like, what he does in the script is one thing, though Boucher’s attempt to seriously reframe what was /nothing/ in a Nation script is kind of ambivalent and unconvincing (and Avon isn’t objecting circa Albion, Gambit, etc.–no one is? This annoys me about the end of S2 a lot), but this more aggressive moral defence from Avon is REALLY another, and seems uncomfortably like giving Avon unearned moral authority. Now, I like a soft, sopping-wet knight-errant Avon. I can be sold on this with little effort. But you do have to like… set up a stall and offer merchandise. At least LET ME BUY IN to Moral Avon!!

As time passes, I grow to increasingly resent Oblique’s interest in very deliberately laying out pretentious/unusual words like choice dainties. ‘an expression that would have been ingenuous on a face less roué than Avon’s’ shit like this is what made me punchable in high school (this isn’t even–like, does he HAVE a ‘roué’ face??)

REALLY circular, and a lot of stuff that doesn’t–actually mean much, seemingly here to make the conceit work and/or because Glasgow always wants to write arguments and is amazingly bad at it.

An allusion that doesn’t come off is like egg whites that won’t froth: really fucking frustrating and pointless, leaving me hungry for the macaron of competence that never comes.