the Dalaverse

I very rarely rec anything on here. Not fic, not meta, not quizzes, not other people's funny or interesting or though-provoking entries about life, the universe and everything -- maybe the ocassional news article I can't let slide. That's about it.

But.

If you love "Serenity," "Firefly," Joss Whedon, the characters, the story -- go and read the Television Without Pity recap of the movie. It is simply beautiful. There is love and there is thought and there is skill and artistry, in the very last place you would expect such things. (And, if you tend to avoid the point and nature of TWoP, the most snark-free thing I've ever read there.)



'We stand at the graves, silent: Jayne, with his cigar, with his tears, whose muscle has finally learned to protect, to shield. Inara, beautiful, unchained, giving peace, giving sanctuary, giving earth's first and final blessing; healer of the soul, and of the body. Kaylee, the heart inside the politics of location, speaker for the ship, for the family, eternally body and eternally soul; eternal beautiful mind; the final reality of womanhood held up against the sun. Simon, the Alliance redeemed. River, the victim bathed in grace and strength, the low brought high, the downtrodden become the all-seeing, at peace. Mal,the prince of pain, of destruction, now the bearer of the truth. Transmitter of the signal. Zoe, reliant, the embodiment of trust, the bearer of loyalty. Soldier of the unit, holding the line. Wife. Lover. Mother. They stand, and they look, and they remember. And their rocket, small and made of paper, in memoriam to those that gave their lives -- not for freedom, not for politics -- but for this: for simple truth.'

Go now.