posted by
rivers_bend at 07:50am on 07/05/2008 under rec(s)
I don't usually rec things, because I'm bone lazy I'm usually the last to the party anyway, but I have this sneaky suspicion that most of you won't have bumped up against this one. Because, let's face it, Sam and Will is not Sam and Dean. By any stretch. But
paperclipbitch wrote Frankenstein/Monster slash. In the style of Mary Shelley. And it was f-ing brilliant. So why not slash the fathers of Romantic Poetry?
From her heading, because I sure can't say it better:
Title: Idle As A Painted Ship Upon A Painted Ocean
Fandom: Real Person Slash
Pairing: William Wordsworth/Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2610
Genre: Slash
Copyright: Title is from The Rime Of The Ancyent Marinere by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Summary: Samuel can never give his beginnings an end but he does fall for everyone he meets regardless.
Author’s Notes: I heart Samuel Taylor Coleridge, he’s so amusing with his laudanum addiction and random unfinished poetry. Written on my English residential to Wales earlier this week and also on the coach on the way home with people leaning over and going so you’re actually writing Wordsworth/Coleridge? occasionally.
widowedanthem, you are now free to leave me comments going PRETENTION PRETENTION PRETENTION as much as you like (although, equally, don’t!).
Largely unresearched (the biography in the front of my copy of Lyrical Ballads doesn’t count, does it?) and of course it [probably] never happened.
Idle as a Painted Ship upon a Painted Ocean
From her heading, because I sure can't say it better:
Title: Idle As A Painted Ship Upon A Painted Ocean
Fandom: Real Person Slash
Pairing: William Wordsworth/Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2610
Genre: Slash
Copyright: Title is from The Rime Of The Ancyent Marinere by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Summary: Samuel can never give his beginnings an end but he does fall for everyone he meets regardless.
Author’s Notes: I heart Samuel Taylor Coleridge, he’s so amusing with his laudanum addiction and random unfinished poetry. Written on my English residential to Wales earlier this week and also on the coach on the way home with people leaning over and going so you’re actually writing Wordsworth/Coleridge? occasionally.
Largely unresearched (the biography in the front of my copy of Lyrical Ballads doesn’t count, does it?) and of course it [probably] never happened.
Idle as a Painted Ship upon a Painted Ocean
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thank you a bazillion... it really made my afternoon. And methinks Sam looked a little like Jason. I don't dare go looking for an image of the 'real' Sam. *cough*
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best not to go and look at pictures of the romantic poets if you want to keep your dream intact ;)