Back in November, Jeff and I finally sat down and watched Moffat's Sherlock short series. (Thank you, PBS, for picking them up and airing them. My non-cable-having self appreciates it.) I would like more, please.
It inspired me to pick up some ragged copies of Doyle I've lying around the house. I also found a nifty kindle version that contains all of the serials, including the illustrations. So, yay to whomever did that!
I only read Hound of the Baskervilles
when I was young and now have dug straight into A Study in Scarlet
. So tell me, flist, what are your favorites (if you've read them)?
Then, has anyone read Wolf Hall
. It was recommended on one of my favorite podcasts today, so I'm thinking of picking it up next time I place an order.
So another year of rs_small_gifts
has come and gone. It is one of my favorite projects every year. Working with mindabbles
is always pretty easy and low key and the participants are a generally great bunch.
Also, it usually gives me the chance to write something, even if wee, at least once a year. I hear it is good for your health to be creative, so here's to exercising the brain.Title:
Post-DH. Completely AU. Sirius makes an offer that can't be refused.Author's notes:
Written for brighty18
. Thanks for stepping up and helping with the pinch hit! We really appreciate it. Hope you enjoy your giftlet.( Professor Black?Collapse )
It is one of those days. So, as a result, is is 6:45 pm and I'm curled up on my couch and will spend the rest of the evening here. I woke up at 6 am for no good reason. I had a random allergy attack that left one eye tearing for the better part of the day. The latter has left me feeling like I have a head cold.
I'll be sitting here alternately reading _Under Heaven_ (GG Kay win!) and watching Sherlock Holmes (because I'm that behind on things).
Tomorrow I'll return to work and face spreadsheets of doom. :p
[ETA:] Hit post and got an e-mail from a dear, old friend who will magically be in town this weekend. Things already look better! [/ETA]
I wrote fic yesterday. Link below. It amused me because I started this story believing the boys to be on the Hogwarts' grounds and somewhat young, maybe 14 or 15. It was just going to be sweet and innocent silliness. It's still just sweet and innocent, but half way through writing it suddenly dawned on me that they were at Grimmauld Place and simply forgot to tell me.
Funny how things work out, huh?Title: EscapismAuthor: sambetheRecipient: taigneRating:
Remus arrives back to Grimmauld Place unexpectedly.Author's notes:
Thank you so much for pinch hitting, Taigne! Since you didn’t get a gift in either the regular round or the bonus one, this is just a little something for you. Happy New Year!
As has been going about:
1) Comment to this and I will give you 3 people.
2) Post this meme with your answers.
3) Provide pictures and the names of 3 people.
4) Label which you would marry, shag, and throw off a cliff.
Feel free to specify genders or fandoms, and I'll do my best to be fiendish!such_heights
gave me the ever evil choice of Kara Thrace, the Ninth Doctor, & Sirius Black.
Ack! How to choose??( This WayCollapse )
I got through Renault's Fire from Heaven last week. Perhaps the fact that I'm using the words 'got through' belies too much of my feeling about the book?
I was really excited to read this one. It is funny to me that I've never before thought to go digging up historical fiction from this period. I find Alexander himself interesting. Not always likeable, but interesting. The histories of Illyria, Thrace and Scythia fascinate me in the ways I can't explain. I think it mostly has to do with the fact that there is so much more we don't know and may never know. This would have seemed like something natural to search out.
So, yeah, The Persian Boy was just so lovely. The prose was beautiful and the 1st person narration pulls you in so tightly. I know a lot of people wince at 1st person, but I think that is because it is difficult to do right. However, when it is done well you can't help but be pulled in by it. Bagoas might be flawed and strange and always feels a little foreign (those latter two feel purposeful to me), but he also draws you in and makes you like him anyway. He's a courtesan. It's what he knows.
I knew going in that Fire from Heaven wasn't going to be as good. Everyone's comments I had read had prepared me for the fact that the writing wasn't as strong as TPB. However, it just felt all flat to me. Maybe it was because Alexander felt flat to me. I'm not even sure how that is possible, but he was. And without him as a driving force, I just couldn't be brought to care and spent most of the book just wanting to get to the end.
And don't get me wrong. This has nothing to do with this focusing on life before Persia or Alexander/Hephaistion versus Alexander/Bagoas. I like Hephaistion when he's done 'right', which is pretty much open to your own interpretation. Hephaistion is a sort of an original 'little black dress' of pairings. History's given us next to nothing about him or his personality.*
I feel let down. I'm wavering about whether or not to read Funeral Games. I'll probably leave it sitting on my shelf for a bit and then go back to it.
*Though, frankly, he always struck me as a little more on the side of evil henchman. In what sources we have, he seems to do a lot of lurking and bidding. And one of the things that kept me from reading Alexander/Hephaistion fic before this point was the fact that the little I stumbled upon always painted him too soft or meek for my liking.
I've been sitting on this one rec for at least a week. Not so much insta! and more like takes-me-forever-to-get-around-to-it!rec.
Also need to start my springtime_gen
, huh? Luckily I have a totally wide open prompt with which to work.
On to the recs...
wrote this gem for Lee's hp_unfaithful
challenge:The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret
by woldyLove is about vulnerability, isn't it? And if the trust is broken – well, that's the risk everyone takes.
, James/Sirius/Remus, James/Sirius, implied Remus/Sirius & James/Lily, NC-17
This story is fantastically brutal and heart-rending. It's less about the actual act of infidelity, in my opinion, than how screwed up things can get and how lines get crossed that you didn't even intend to cross. She's got a slightly different take on Lily and it's one I really kind of liked. And while it says it's only implied, the Remus/Sirius relationship became the real (painful) heart of the story for me.
Go read! And then tell woldy
how fantastic it was!
And then there is this gem. This one was so damn funny that I had to run right over to such_heights
and tell her before I could even tell pforte
how wonderfully funny it was.It’s Not A Déjà-vu, It’s The Time Warp
Merlin, Harry Potter, Torchwood, Doctor Who and other fandoms mentioned
Arthur/Merlin, Remus/Sirius, Jack/Ianto, Rated R“We’re secondary characters in a children’s fantasy series. Remus doesn’t like the name but we’re calling this little group PISSA. Means Popular and Ill-treated Slash Ships Anonymous."
“A self-help group for the unluckily slashed,” Remus added helpfully.
You don't need more than a familiarity with one of these fandoms or pairings to find this story the absolutely funniest thing you've read. It's crack and meta and simply brilliant all in one go. If you've ever wanted to beat a writer senseless for the cliches, the ridiculousness and the twisting your favorite characters into unrecognizable lumps than this is the fic for you! pforte
hits the tone perfectly throughout and reading it is like attending a support group for unfortunate readers of badfic.
Meme stolen from penknife
.Make a list of your favorite pairings and explain who would pick up the socks and why.
Here’s the HP edition. I’ve got a West Wing and possibly DW/Torchwood one cooking.Remus/Sirius:
As boys at Hogwarts, neither really thought about who picked up their dirty socks or why. They’d be shed after dinner, or Quidditch practice or a particularly ill-fated Herbology class and would be gone by morning, replaced by a pile of freshly laundered ones in their trunks. That was until that week in Second Year when the house elves called a general strike on cleaning their dormitory after James charmed their laundry to spray Madam Scriven’s Semi-Permanent Seven-Coloured, Seven-Scented Ink over anyone who touched an offending item.
It was during that week they discovered: a) Sirius was a fastidious priss pot who had a definite sense of how his world should be ordered but no sense that he should be the one to have to perform household charms; b) James and Remus would probably be quite happy to live in a disordered and, frankly, smelly mess for the foreseeable future; and c) Peter was the only practical one amongst them. Assuming the Headmaster would eventually bring the house elves around, he set a charm on his laundry to pile itself in the corner and went about life as normal. He reckoned his mum could knit him up a few more pairs if things got desperate.
Years later, when Sirius got his own flat he wouldn’t let Remus spend the night until he had extracted a promise that clothes would not be left strewn about the floors. That lasted about a week. Luckily Remus had since learnt there was one spot on Sirius’ neck, just behind his ear, and was willing to take full advantage of its capacity to distract him. Lily/James:
James’ years as the slovenly one came to an abrupt halt shortly after he and Lily were married. He hadn’t known until then that any semblance of order to her flat had been entirely due to Mary’s diligence. He blamed his ridiculous near-sightedness for that oversight. After about week three the novelty of finding a girl who was more untidy than him wore off and he dug through some of his mum’s books for tips on laundry. People, however, always assumed Lily was the one who kept their house in order and James was perfectly all right with that. Only Remus knew the truth and James’ll always owe him one for never letting it slip.Sirius/Snape:
Picking up socks? Having socks lying about would seem to imply that either of them stuck around long enough after that one, erm, make it three, or perhaps four times.
I brought Mary Renault's Persian Boy with me on vacation. What a fantastic plan as I fell utterly and completely in love with her, the story and the narrator (even when I wanted to smack him up side the head [repeatedly]*). It also reminded me why I found Alexander to be one of those figures in history that always pulls at me, even when I'd rather he didn't.
However, I'm now left with the utter need to read Hephaestion/Bagoas stories (of all things)! Why, I can't tell you. Perhaps for the sheer wrongness that it presents; there is no circumstance where that falls out well. And let me tell you, the internet is severely lacking in such fic (that I can find). What I've found I've quite liked (note to self: remember to drop some feedback the authors' way) but there just simply isn't enough. Don't make me write it myself as I'm sure that'd be an utter disaster. The idea of writing Hephaestion leaves me feeling daunted.
*I love narrators that you are never quite sure you can trust. It is the same reason I adore Ian McEwan's stories.
Ok, so No Exit (BSG)? Too much information all in one episode. I'm still trying to process it all. I'm so glad I said (mentally) 'screw my friends' and watched it ahead of our usual weekly gathering because I'm going to need another view just to process all that was downloaded.
My request for next week? Less exposition and more movement, though this was still my favorite sort of exposition. I love the slow onion peel back that connects the who's and why's.
I finally started to make a crack at the episodes of BSG I missed while I was gone. I only got through the opener.
And maybe I was tired and cranky, (I am. Between being sick and the jet lag, I'm pretty miserable by 6 pm.), but it gets a firm 'meh' vote from me. I'm not sure what all y'all were talking about by being moved and gutted. It felt a bit dry and boring and perhaps tedious to me. ( Cut for spoilers for Sometimes a Great Notion.Collapse )
I really think I maybe should give that episode another go when I'm not cranky before moving on to the next.
Yay! New Battlestar Galactica tonight.
I've no expectations. Season 4, so far, has been a giant black box for me. I am usually all about writing where everything is going in my head. It seems, thought, that when they ended Season 3 RDM and crew broke me. I had no clue where it was going and was floored at where it took us.
And now? Really no clue. We are at Earth so many episodes sooner than I imaged. I've got couple bets on who the last Cylon isn't, but not much on who is. I've not been reading anything on these episodes, even things that are marked as spoiler free. I don't want to know. I just want to watch and enjoy the ride.
The only thing that will anger me is if Baltar is a Cylon. All my respect for this writing team would be killed if they went there. I love the bastard and I specifically love that he is human. That's what makes his character so damn compelling.
So, yes, yay! Pins and needles I tell you.
I leave for India on Saturday! Whee! [Insert more exclamation points here!!]
The sucky part is that means I've two 15-hour plane flights ahead of me (boo!) and a couple train/driving trips. I've got some knitting projects planned and the last couple weeks of The Economist packed. I should also get my springtime_gen
request while there.
However, go on and give me a some drabble-friendly writing prompts. That is a lot of time in a tin can to kill and I'm only supposed to sleep for 8 hours of it.
Harry Potter, Battlestar Galactica, Doctor Who, and Firefly are all fair game this go 'round.
So Matt Smith, huh? I think he's kinda cute and twee. Sadly, that's enough to keep me amused. I'm all for shaggydogstail
's proposition that Moffat dress him up as some gothic mad scientist. Come on! You know you want to see that.
I find the objections to his age and the bemoans that he looks like he belongs on the set of Twilight amusing. Personally, I think it might be fun to see the 900-year-old Doctor have to come to terms with looking like a boy. And I'm willing to take it on faith that Moffat has a plan and that I will enjoy the ride.
Then this weekend I also got around to watching The Next Doctor. ( Cut for potential spoilers.Collapse )
So how is your Monday?
It feels like forever since I've done a rec. It probably has been forever. That's what I get for having to cut back on reading. Anyway, I couldn't resist this one:Title: The Story of What Could've Been, What Should've Been and What Was
Summary: When a butterfly flaps its wings, it doesn't create the tsunami, it only changes the path. When a word is spoken or an action is taken, the path of the future changes until the could've beens and the should've beens and the was mix together.
Warnings: Canon compliance. AU. Disparate timeline.
Word Count: 21,100
This was written for hp_yule_balls
, which I'm only just beginning to catch up on. It is actually heavy on the plot and a bit light on the smut, but that's how I like my fic. This is a fabulous mix of everything I love about the disaster area that is the Marauders – boys haunted by distrust, stuck in patterns established in a childhood from which they've only just emerged, swallowed up by events that are so much larger than the four of them. Wook not only shows you what happens as she sees it, but also manages to pull apart the time line and carefully sew it back up into a couple alternate scenarios that while lovely in some respects, are in many ways just as dysfunctional as the original. Go read! Totally worth it and criminally lacking in feedback telling her just how awesome it is.