'So,' I don't hear you say because I don't actually listen to the vast majority of you people anyway, 'So, Paleandghostly, why are you reccing a two year old fanfic? We've all already read Triptych, it's been around for two years and it's by Blackbindings, of course we've all read it, we're fanghosts, it's like asking literate people if they've read The Waste Land.'  Please have enough self-respect to not want to publicly shame yourself by admitting to me that you have not read The Waste Land. So, why am I reccing Triptych again. Because I did indeed rec it the first time around, the more observant of you may remember. I did not do so incredibly coherently at the time, because I was still in the shock and awe stage of being smashed right in the frontal lobes by what Blackbindings' writing can do. This is my second attempt at explaining why you *should* read it, because what she does in that fic is incredibly interesting and intelligent and will never stop being relevant, not to any of us, and especially not to us as fans. I think it's time we all started revisiting that fic. I think that fic should be on the fucking literature syllabus in college (high schoolers could not possibly appreciate it; frankly, I know that most of you don't appreciate it because there's no porn in it and you're all fucking philistines, but I try for optimism, I really do). That fic is an illustration of why fandom is not a waste of our time and our lives. That fic is why art matters and why people matter. That fic is *special*, and is one of the reasons I respect Blackbindings in ways that you collectively know that I do not respect fandom at large. It's something to be earned, children. Go away and think and write something terrible and beautiful and brutal and guttingly perfect. And then I might give you a raised eyebrow, and maybe not self-medicate with alcohol over the depressingly petty stupidity of humanity at large for an evening. Which is my way of saying I would be grateful. Thank you.