Time to read the MJ fic, as the thread's resident MJ fan.
Madonna I can kind of understand, but
how and why is Steve Jobs involved????
I'm experiencing physical pain and the chapter hasn't even started yet.
I have no screenshot for this but jesus, the first 1,000 words of the chapter are just a description of Richard Ramirez's actual life. How he started to link murder and sexuality and how he became a satanist in jail. This is just miserable, reading the rise of a real-life evil person and knowing it gets somebody off. This is why God doesn't talk to us anymore.
Yet the more Michael appeared in Richard’s dreams, the less he transformed into a being of pure evil. It was as if Michael’s good influence was leading him away from pure and total damnation. He wasn’t exactly sure if he liked it. In one dream, he was sitting in the midst of the burning pentagram, not yet sprouting horns, when Michael cried over the flames, “I’ll save you!” Michael had then leapt over the ring of fire, grasped Richard’s hand, hauled him to his feet, and the flames had broken up. He then had led him off into a bright, sunny meadow full of butterflies, hummingbirds, and flowers. “See?” Michael had beamed. “There’s good in the world yet. And there’s light in your heart. I can feel it.”
[gag] It's so saccharine I feel sick. Does
anyone have dreams this on-the-nose?
Armed with a ply-bar from his stolen car,
It's a
Pry bar, for prying into things. What the fuck is a ply bar. Come on. "Ply" means a sheet of laminate wood, you think he's got a 2x4 in his car? For the love of god
Liz had softly touched his cheek then. “No sin is completely unforgiveable. I can see how you are just like us, a wounded child, crying out his heartbreak.”
...okay, again, "does anyone have dreams this on-the-nose," but also why is everything remotely interesting happening in dreams?
“I know you’re working, Michael, and I’m not trying to scare you into coming home,”
Yes, go home where a man you think is the latest serial killer just tried to break in. That will be the safest place to be.
I don't even have anything interesting to screenshot or quote for the end of the chapter, it's just so dull. This fanfic is a double nothing with extra nothing and a side of nothing. She's sticking
so close to reality that she's basically just giving the characters psychic dreams about one another while they hardly ever cross paths. The few moments where things actually happen outside of dreams are so brief and irrelevant it's painful. It's like watching two clouds hoping they'll touch and it turns out they're not even in the same plane of the sky. Who is this fanfic even for?? (I know it's for Stephanie and Stephanie alone, but bear with me. Usually there's more than one person who wants to read a fanfic.)
EDIT; I just realized neither Madonna NOR Steve Jobs were even IN this fucking chapter, NOR Lisa Marie Presley, but Elizabeth Taylor was and she wasn't even tagged! What even is this!