Just rambling about Tipper's amazing writing
I'm still here. I haven't been writing much, even though I very much want to! I have so many ideas, and a few started stories and a few older stories I want to edit still. I especially want to write this story in NotTasha's Ghosts of Atlantis universe that has not left my head for months now.
I have been making podfic. I'm recording all of Tipper's (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tippergreen ) I Sometimes Wonder series and that is a lot of work, but so fun. I just finished recording "Ice Giant" and that....oh...it is so hard hitting. Hearing John have to talk to aliens about his feelings and Rodney struggling. Just so good.
“Can it go away if you do achieve control over that thing, or that person?”
Rodney twisted his lips, then shook his head. “No, not always.”
“Why not?”
“Because if the harm they did was so great, it cannot be undone, that kind of hate is hard to let go of.”
“As in when you lost Elizabeth Weir. You hated the replicators for taking her from you.”
Rodney blinked a few times, pushing back the wetness in his eyes. “No,” he said. “I hated me,” he said softly. “The replicators were just doing what they were programmed to do.”
“Do you still hate yourself?”
“You know?” he said to the air, “I really need to concentrate on this and you’re making it very hard. Can we move on?”
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GAH!!!!! So good so good so good. I'm going to melt into a million pieces.
I have been making podfic. I'm recording all of Tipper's (
tippergreen ) I Sometimes Wonder series and that is a lot of work, but so fun. I just finished recording "Ice Giant" and that....oh...it is so hard hitting. Hearing John have to talk to aliens about his feelings and Rodney struggling. Just so good.There was this one part I just loved so much where the aliens are asking Rodney to describe what "hate" means:
“Can it go away if you do achieve control over that thing, or that person?”
Rodney twisted his lips, then shook his head. “No, not always.”
“Why not?”
“Because if the harm they did was so great, it cannot be undone, that kind of hate is hard to let go of.”
“As in when you lost Elizabeth Weir. You hated the replicators for taking her from you.”
Rodney blinked a few times, pushing back the wetness in his eyes. “No,” he said. “I hated me,” he said softly. “The replicators were just doing what they were programmed to do.”
“Do you still hate yourself?”
“You know?” he said to the air, “I really need to concentrate on this and you’re making it very hard. Can we move on?”
...
GAH!!!!! So good so good so good. I'm going to melt into a million pieces.