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I have a weird fondness for Friday the 13ths! They always seem to be full of awesome. For instance:
i. My moving stress has been greatly reduced by a potential bed! Ugh, furniture. If I could, I would renounce all material possessions. Except for my laptop, which is basically a part of my brain. And my books, because, books.
ii. Still on that notion of Cumberbatch!Master: a manip for your enjoyment. It mostly works, but I have spent too much time staring at John Simm's hands to not be a little freaked out to see them disembodied from John Simm's face. Also, I suspect that Cumberbatch!Master wouldn't have laser.
iii. On the Prowl, a VVC vid that is fascinating me. I ... don't necessarily recommend it, because I don't know where anyone's line is. (In short, warning/enticement: it's 3+ minutes of pretty boys being hurt in increasingly graphic ways.) It's an amazing observation of fandom, and fandom's enjoyment of these scenes, and it's definitely something of which I'm culpable -- if "culpable" is even the right word; I'm going back and forth on whether it's a reclamation or if it's just as goddamn creepy as it is in Women's Work.
It's especially interesting to me because I was raised in a household where any media that had a high rating for sex was totally okay, and any media with a high rating for violence was totally not. (The reasoning explained to me by my father, in summary: "It's not okay that we live in a society where two men walking down the street holding guns is acceptable, and two men walking down the street holding hands isn't.") I deeply approve of this philosophy, but it necessarily means that it took me until my involvement in media fandom to even stumble across the concept that there could actually be overlap in the Venn diagram of sex and violence. I still really notice it -- I think it would pretty much take an act of god to get me desensitized to violence -- but I was still amazed when I watched this vid and discovered that my line isn't until the three minute mark. Only thirty seconds of that footage make me uncomfortable.
Now I'm really curious where everyone else's lines are.
i. My moving stress has been greatly reduced by a potential bed! Ugh, furniture. If I could, I would renounce all material possessions. Except for my laptop, which is basically a part of my brain. And my books, because, books.
ii. Still on that notion of Cumberbatch!Master: a manip for your enjoyment. It mostly works, but I have spent too much time staring at John Simm's hands to not be a little freaked out to see them disembodied from John Simm's face. Also, I suspect that Cumberbatch!Master wouldn't have laser.
iii. On the Prowl, a VVC vid that is fascinating me. I ... don't necessarily recommend it, because I don't know where anyone's line is. (In short, warning/enticement: it's 3+ minutes of pretty boys being hurt in increasingly graphic ways.) It's an amazing observation of fandom, and fandom's enjoyment of these scenes, and it's definitely something of which I'm culpable -- if "culpable" is even the right word; I'm going back and forth on whether it's a reclamation or if it's just as goddamn creepy as it is in Women's Work.
It's especially interesting to me because I was raised in a household where any media that had a high rating for sex was totally okay, and any media with a high rating for violence was totally not. (The reasoning explained to me by my father, in summary: "It's not okay that we live in a society where two men walking down the street holding guns is acceptable, and two men walking down the street holding hands isn't.") I deeply approve of this philosophy, but it necessarily means that it took me until my involvement in media fandom to even stumble across the concept that there could actually be overlap in the Venn diagram of sex and violence. I still really notice it -- I think it would pretty much take an act of god to get me desensitized to violence -- but I was still amazed when I watched this vid and discovered that my line isn't until the three minute mark. Only thirty seconds of that footage make me uncomfortable.
Now I'm really curious where everyone else's lines are.