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Good morning, internet!

Presented without additional commentary, the latest edition of Reasons I'm Looking Forward to Dragon*Con:

srevans: do i want to be fem!lock or irene adler, they'd pretty much involve the same coat and maybe just different hair
srevans: how do i make either/both happen
srevans: i guess i probably couldn't go as nude!irene that's a bad idea at a con
srevans: aria do you want to be my fem!john or my lupin or something
aria: PLEASE BE FEM!LOCK SO I CAN BE FEM!JOHN WITH YOU
aria: oh god do I have any jumpers that are awful enough, probably not. TO THE THRIFT STORE.
srevans: IT'S DECIDED I have to look at all the fem!lock fanart of all time to find a suitable look :D
srevans: we are going to be the sexiest Holmes and Watson in the place.
aria: we will be the sexiest. I will rock the horrible jumpers!
aria: I should find a fake gun in order to sharpshoot any evil cabbies who try to murder you in adjacent buildings or whatever.
srevans: And there are just so many evil cabbies. just everywhere.
srevans: you're a bro, Jane Watson.

THAT WAS FUCKING PHENOMENAL.

( The Reichenbach Fall. Under the cut is the sort of pure unadulterated squee I haven't felt since Study In Pink. )

CRYING LAUGHING.

( Under the cut is the excerpt of an entry I wrote in May 2006, dithering over whether to watch Supernatural. Seriously. Supernatural, 2006. )

Anyway that is all quite silly, and since I should perhaps continue as I began, I'm going to talk about another ridiculous TV show! This one is Eternal Law, which I suspect was created when a bunch of producers got together, listed a lot of the concepts popular on TV right now, and then threw a dart at the list. The darts landed on ANGELS and LAWYERS, which -- why the hell not, I am so there!

I can't actually give anything like a proper review, because I've only seen the first ten minutes and then life interfered, but so far there has been lots of the city of York, a naive and totally adorakble angel named Tom who keeps trying to sing (he was in the heavenly choir!) and a long-suffering angel named Zak who is played by Sam West and has already said "bugger all," which -- I am not sure I have mentioned that in my Good Omens fantasy casting, Sam West absolutely plays Aziraphale? So now, even if he doesn't, my life is a little more complete.

Yuletide reveal time! I've just the one story: Taking In, Young Wizards. I am the water, and the waves, or Ronan Nolan's Ordeal. Just a short character sketch, but I am fond of it. Also I am a bit proud of myself for actually writing something reasonably short for once.

And happy new year! On this the advent of 2012, I have made a number of small resolutions, mostly along the lines of finishing various writing projects and making an effort to take better care of myself. That's just the usual nonsense, though; the important thing is that I am looking forward to this year so much. I am switching cities and moving in with my BFF, I am determined to expand my social circle in said city, I have two cons to go to (and I'll probably engage in the yearly debate with myself over whether to try for VividCon, and probably decide yet again to go next year) and a delightfully large number of my US friends to see. I fully expect this coming year to be challenging and sometimes exhausting and a bit scary, and also delightful and full of adventure and deeply rewarding. Bring it on, 2012, I'm armed with all the determined enthusiasm I have. Let's do this thing.

And even though right now is probably a terrible time to post fic, as it is still Yuletide season, I wrote some giftfics for Emma and Amelia, and I wanted to post them before the end of the year. And so:

+ Advanced Covert Dating, Troy/Abed(/Annie). "Hey, Abed?" Annie said. "Are you and Troy having secret sex?"

+ Better Than A Win, Aziraphale/Crowley. Aziraphale would have missed (or perhaps deliberately ignored) the nuance of together, but Crowley was a man-shaped being of the world, and knew what was being asked. "We've been around since -- for a while," he said. "But it's not like that."

Nonhuman sexualities! Roleplay! Future threesomes! A source I haven't written fic for in years, and another I've never written before! And both of them are only about 1200 words, too.

And this morning I have a Yuletide treat!

Get What You Want [Whip It]
This is a wee Bliss/Pash fic, and utterly delightful! There's the derby team being encouraging, and jokes about hipsters, and Bliss making a typical spur-of-the-moment decision, and it makes me all fuzzy and happy.

In other news, in between my Yuletide reading, I ... seem to be watching Dark Angel. I've been meaning to for a while anyway, because one can never have too many post-apocalyptic Seattle cityscapes and girls with superpowers and canonical lesbians (whom the writing doesn't fail too often, though I still twitch occasionally, aaand we did have a dead lesbian a few episodes ago, but I'm pretty sure Original Cindy makes it) and it is kind of delightful! I am waiting for it to get awful in second season or something, but to be perfectly honest I might not even notice, because I just hit the season one episode with baby Jensen Ackles and temporarily lost all my critical thinking functions -- jury's still out whether this is because I've trained myself to see Jensen's face and shut down critical thinking skills so I don't try to reach through my computer and murder the episode writers, or because baby Jensen is just that fucking beautiful. Probably a bit of both!

Drifting off to sleep last night, I began idly wondering what a Dark Angel/Supernatural fusion would be like, but that thought is better cut off at the pass, because it would turn into an epic in which Dean and Sam and Jo and, fuck it, Cas and Gabriel and Ruby and Anna, all escape Manticore as children; Sam and Dean manage to stay together for a couple of years, and when they have to split up, Dean keeps moving, and Sam ends up being adopted by Bobby and pretending to live a normal life for a while. Obviously then they meet up again and go on the run, and Dean is obsessed with finding their other siblings, and Sam just wants to be ~normal~, and I'm not sure who's after them from Manticore, if it's John or Zachariah or what, but IT DOESN'T MATTER BECAUSE I'M NOT WRITING IT.

In conclusion, baby Jensen Ackles.

As usual, Christmas morning is a glorious explosion of joy thanks to the magic of Yuletide. Not only did I get my main Yuletide gift, but I have a treat yet to be revealed. Those go live ... tomorrow? Greatly looking forward to it, anyway.

Have done with sorrow [Demon's Lexicon]
This is Nick/Alan, post-series, and EVERYTHING THAT I WANT. (Seriously, I would have been happy with any of the fandoms that I asked, but I wanted DL fic most, and of all possible pairings, Nick/Alan most too. Finding exactly what one wants under the virtual tree is so great.) Nick's narrative voice is perfect, angry and half-articulate and viciously funny; it's lovely to see the Market a few years in the future, and the ways in which everyone hasn't stopped being damaged. My author is either someone on my rlist or someone who researched me but good after being assigned me, because this hits all my narrative kinks. I just want to read it a million times and bask.

My gifts under the proper tree were quite excellent too: I got a slew of Sandman, and two lovely thick Sherlock Holmes anthologies, and a truly alarming amount of chocolate. Also polarisnorth sent me these little guys (Sam, Dean, Cas, and Impala art charms); I plan to hang the boys on the tree and use the Impala as a keychain. So adorbs.

I would plan to use the rest of today to start sinking into the Yuletide archive, but actually I will be baking pies and watching Muppet Christmas Carol and Love Actually and the Doctor Who Christmas special. Perhaps I can sneak a bit of Yuletide between times.

It is pouring rain, which is not the midwinter snow I always desire but is still comfy sweater weather, and I have painted my nails gold, just cos. Today I think is a day to curl up and talk about fandom things!

i. HOBBIT TRAILER. I love everything about it! I love all the dwarves (distinctive enough that I have tried to resolve to learn which is which by the time the film comes out, although I'm fairly sure that as long as I can keep track of Thorin, Fili, Kili, Balin, and Bombur, I'll have my important bases covered). I love the clear determination to tell the dominoed events that culminate in Lord of the Rings, because that's apparently everything I've ever wanted from an expansion of the Hobbit; WHITE COUNCIL, PLZ. And I love Bilbo so, so much. I loved him more than anything when I was four, and I don't think I've ever managed to stop. This time next year I'm going to be a delighted sobbing mess of Hobbit emotions, I suspect.

ii. Four new Sherlock trailers, while we're on the subject of Martin Freeman In Everything. Despite having felt tetchy with Sherlock ever since Blind Banker was made of fail, I am quite willing to be excited. Mostly because ( cut for spoilery trailer things. )

iii. End of the year fandom meme! ( My ability to remember what fandoms are from what years is terrible at the best of times, but I'll give it a go. )

And now LUNCH. Also, I will attempt to not be too amused at everyone's alarm over the latest LJ debacle. Come to the Dreamwidth side, guys, it's nice here and you don't even need an invite code right now.

Today I went to see Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows! ( Spoilers keep killing the dog. )