aria: ([due south] smirky fraser)
( Aug. 8th, 2009 09:18 pm)
Durham County: like someone beat the fuck out of Desperate Housewives and shoved it out naked into the cold. Where it made angry friends with Hugh Dillon.

Okay, to be fair, the only way it is really like Desperate Housewives is that Traci Prager is totally an escapee from that show, and also Suburbia Is Creepy. Really my brain breaks a little at the notion of landing Mike Sweeney in the middle of Wisteria Lane. But this is only the first episode and maybe it will be relentlessly not-suburban-USA enough that I will stop having deeply weird double-vision moments.

I wish I could watch Durham County with someone, though. I mean, even BSG I had a bit of trouble with if I didn't have someone there to hold my hand. So after that first episode I decided it really called for some comfort telly. Due South is exactly that, although I'm starting to run out of Kowalski episodes I haven't seen too many times. Happily I also find Vecchio comforting, so I finally watched The Edge, ie the only episode of due South I hadn't yet seen all the way through (besides Invitation to Romance, which I am not actually sure I will ever be able to watch).

The Edge: in which Fraser has anxiety dreams and goes tracking; probably a slightly higher ratio of squee to coherence than the organized recapping I did in June. )
Two memes for the price of one! First, the first lines meme: my twenty most recent opening lines, to be scrutinized for patterns and other interesting things. For a few I've used the first two sentences rather than just the first one, but I don't think I'll be fined by the meme police. Twenty opening lines. )

And the second meme: Ask me my fannish Top Five [Whatevers]. Any top fives. Doesn't matter what, really! And I will answer them all in a new post.
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So not only did I [a] mainline a children's show and [b] actually tear up at the end of it (I am apparently overinvested in CKR's characters having happy family lives, damn yooou, Ray Kowalski) but I then [c] wrote fic about it.

In this particular case it is [personal profile] china_shop's fault for making encouraging happy sounds when I said that I totally wanted Eric and Fraser's adventures Being Good People together. That is ... not quite what this fic is, because this fic is actually a riff on the tune of "Post-quest Fraser goes to take a Canadian posting somewhere without Ray and is not happy," except that in this particular case a Canadian posting somewhere is Gimli. So I decided to write it for the current (nearly expired, ahaha) [community profile] ds_flashfiction challenge. WHY NOT. (I think it might also have the distinction of being just as random and obscure as the HCL/Slings & Arrows crossover. Can I get some sort of C6D medal for Pointless But Fun Crossover Fic? That would be awesome.)

Anyway: 1500 Kilometers (& A Caboose). For reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, Fraser is BFFs with Eric Johansson. And Johnny and Ray look kind of alike for no particular reason. And Zoƫ is awesome. And ... mostly I just really like the word "caboose."
I haven't done this meme in about a year, which means it's high time to resurrect it. I don't know if it has official instructions or an official name, but it basically goes: personify your fandoms as relationships and then talk about those relationships! I think it is a very apt thing to do; I was mostly fandomless, if still fannish, from roughly 2005 to 2007, which not coincidentally were the years when I was spending time and energy on a couple of lovely girlfriends. Fandoms can also be kind of like dating.

Harry Potter, Good Omens, Doctor Who, and due South, or: those four fandoms I've had serious flings with. )

It is now extremely important that you do this meme too! either in comments or your own journal, I am not fussed. It's entertaining and potentially informative and might even give you nostalgia for fandoms past.
aria: ([due south] smirky fraser)
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( Aug. 5th, 2009 08:42 am)
I may be slightly flattened by how much I've come to care for the characters in My Life as a Dog. I say this because, um, I am not really much in the habit of watching telly specifically for kids these days (...if we ignore the Magic School Bus episodes I have somewhere) and so I expect to be charmed, not invested. The Sarah Jane Adventures, for instance, charm me like mad, and I may have a bit of a crush on Sarah Jane, but again I am charmed rather than invested. With My Life as a Dog I am actually spending entire episodes clutching at my face going "Johnny Johnny Johnny" in ... remarkably the same way I do with Billy and Ray, actually, so it's not that shocking. But I also care more than I expected about Zoe, and would probably be clutching my face going "Zoe!" too, except that she is sane (mostly) and wants practical things like good windows and not a caboose in the back yard, and Johnny is the one out playing hockey into the wee hours, so Johnny is the one I yell at through the screen.

My actual point, though, is [a] I love Johnny but mostly [b] little Eric has a moral compass pointing due north, and he tries very hard to solve everyone else's problems, and he has a weird encyclopedic knowledge of useful things and a twelfth-grade reading level despite very little formal training, and he always believes the best of people, and he's dealing with a dead mother and endless daddy issues, so basically Eric is Benton Fraser at the age of twelve. Except instead of being raised by traveling librarians he's being raised by Johnny Johansson. Considering how damn funny I find this, I should probably get some new hobbies.

Instead I am off to my summer retail job, but it's possible new hobbies might happen eventually.
aria: ([due south] things he's doin' to me)
( Aug. 3rd, 2009 12:23 am)
I just spent most of today (...technically yesterday now) reading Hawks and Hands for the first time (!). I am aware that linking directly to it probably makes me evil; I'm also aware that the front page explicitly tells me that management is not responsible for lost sleep or productivity, but damn it, Dira, I just lost a whole day of writing my AU to reading yours with my hands clutched at my face.

On the other hand, it is making me feel much less guilty and weird about the F/K/V maybe coming out to something alarmingly like 90K. Perspective is such a wonderful thing.
aria: ([hcl] billy)
( Aug. 2nd, 2009 09:58 am)
Okay, this time Hard Core Logo made me cry at the end. Protip: do not watch just before going to bed, or you will end up laying there staring at the ceiling feeling sad, and not particularly astonishingly the Headstones did not actually work as a cheering-up method. On the other hand this morning I have plans to watch kind of embarrassing amounts of My Life as a Dog, which should do the trick.

The point I'm pretty sure I had before I got sad about HCL is that I am kind of floored that CKR was able to sandwich being Billy in between being Johnny for the surrounding year. Good god. And my other point is that I am endlessly delighted by the massive amounts of love I have for various of his characters, so much so that I really cannot decide who is my favourite. Since it is a weekend and days off mean poll time! I figured this was certainly important enough to take a poll on.

(Ray Kowalski is Sir Not Appearing in This Poll, because I know, and I'd probably choose him too.)

Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 13


CHOOSE

View Answers

Billy Tallent
3 (23.1%)

Johnny Johansson
2 (15.4%)

Newbie
1 (7.7%)

Duck MacDonald
4 (30.8%)

Leoben
3 (23.1%)

someone else I will specify in comments
0 (0.0%)


If you ticked that last option, by the way, and then your answer turns out to, say, have anything to do with the time he was a vampire with a mutant Pomeranian, I -- well, I'll probably just giggle. But I figure it is perfectly valid to love someone not in that poll the most, even though I'm pretty sure I covered most of the not-a-sociopath options there, and I'm also pretty sure Leoben doesn't even count.

Now I should probably stop dithering and write more of the massive AU, although I would be equally willing to have hilarious conversations about what would happen if various of CKR's characters met one another. (Like, Newbie and Leoben? Particularly hilarious. Okay, stopping now.)
In procrastinatory mode, prowling around my WIP folder, I absently opened an old Life on Mars doc and discovered, to my astonished joy, that I had most of a fic sitting around begging for a polish and a post. (I also discovered to my astonished joy that the LoM aesthetic might actually break my block on the crazy!Fraser fic, but that doesn't need exploring at this juncture.)

In any case, it is polished and posted. It is also spoilery for the whole series and fanwanks the hell out of the ending -- in fact it is mostly just a fanwank about the ending. So, fic about Sam in 2006: Quicksand.
aria: ([aria] the writer)
( Jul. 30th, 2009 07:56 pm)
The "You Should Write..." Meme!
my thread here


I probably should not link to this. Because it's not as though I need more suggestions about what to write. But I like hearing this stuff anyway, and I'm more than half just wanting you guys to do it too, because I am fond of throwing plotbunnies at people.
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I ... may have just dreamed that I was having a secret affair with Paul Gross. We had to hide in a hotel room where no one would find us (across a parking lot from a swamp where the evil mystical creature from a previous part of the dream dwelt, but that's another story). I am not entirely clear on whether it had to be secret because I think I was CKR for part of the dream -- except that I was also me for part of it, and definitely a girl throughout -- or because even my subconscious thinks Martha Burns is cool and felt guilty about it. I just -- what?!

I'm also dreaming bits of dialogue in Headstones lyrics, but that's just funny.


In completely separate and much saner news, Home Team: 2009 is happening right now; go vote for awesome female characters! I kind of love it because I discovered within myself reactions like "oh my god you want me to choose between CJ and Brennan??" and also this deep-seated bewildering conviction that Teyla > Kaylee, which is pretty funny considering that I basically am Kaylee minus mechanical talent. Anyway, it is funtimes, and only YOU can prevent Wonder Woman losing out to Molly Weasley.
I have figured out what is wrong with my stupid due South AU s2 F/K/V polybigbang fic, and it is that I fucking doomed myself with Magnetic. Seriously, I wrote the first draft of that thing inside a week, while attending classes, and though it went through two drafts and a bit of overhaul before it was functional, it was still ... possibly the easiest thing I have ever written, one of those rare gifts where the actual writing process was actively fun. And it was awesome but it means that now I am doomed, as I said, because to a lesser extent no other due South fic I ever write will be that joyous, and to a greater extent I'm now sitting here going, "Fraser! Rays! You're in the same room! I expect a perpetual high of writerly delight and possibly some easy banter, please." I am even sure I might get back there eventually, but in the meantime because I am very foolish I actually thought writing a universe where Kowalski meets Fraser-and-Vecchio-as-partners would be interesting, and it is but it means I have to do all sorts of legwork to get them to the Fraser-and-Kowalski comfort levels the show has. Gnahhh.

I may also be suffering from "oh god, it's getting too long" syndrome, which I have not trained myself out of despite understanding that plotty due South fics are necessarily massive. The thing is, though, that I've hit 10,430 words in the doc and the corresponding section of outline is ... 400 out of 3575 words. Which means, um, if my math is correct and the ratios are anything like corresponding, that it'll come out around 93,218 words. Dear lord no. That's two Dreamwidth posts! Even DW does not exceed 50,000 words! And neither did either of the Doctor Who seasons, nor do I actually want to kill [personal profile] oliviacirce nor [personal profile] sionnain's souls when I send it over for beta.

AH WELL I SHALL CARRY ON.
It has come to my attention that I am being extremely remiss in talking about Doctor Who things, but enough news has actually piled up that I think it is time for some excited talk. (Doctor Who and I are just on break, you see; I expect we shall have a wild and torrid affair at Christmas despite the fact that Christmas is also more or less my anniversary with due South.)

i. Things about Eleven: Adorkable costume and companion again, this time with spoilery slide show! Re: spoilery slide show. )

ii. Things about Ten:

a. Okay, this is not about Ten specifically, this is a YouTube video where a little after the five minute mark David Tennant kisses John Barrowman. I'd rather have had that in, I dunno, Utopia when they were busy smoldering at each other, but it's still horrifically cute. And I have been submersed in other actor!squee, but my god, David Tennant makes me grin this huge fond happy grin. <3

b. Also a YouTube video, a sneaky filming of the ComicCon trailer for the last special with Ten. Re: spoilery trailer. )

And I believe that's about it! In other news, [personal profile] polarisnorth convinced me to check out The Middleman; I have only seen two episodes, but I kind of love it -- it is incredibly uplifting, in a 'due South and Pushing Daisies seem to have collided and produced a comics-pastiche lovechild' way. Seriously, the Middleman never swears and says things like, "My skin thanks you kindly, and so do I," and the whole thing has that Bryan Fuller oversaturated whimsy going for it. It is the perfect thing for my mood right now, and definitely saner than watching Hard Core Logo again, anyway.
Big Bang that is the F/K/V s2 AU: 6740 words long, most of one episode remixed, maybe one third of part one (of six) completed. Times listened to Hard Core Logo soundtrack on loop: I have lost count. New Canadian Actor Bingo square filled: Bucky Haight as an unexpected tattoo artist in The Promise; I'm pretty sure I've finally stopped laughing. Maybe. At least he did not actually give Fraser a tattoo of a Candian flag with an oak leaf in the middle.

I had a horrible pounding headache earlier, probably because I was busy writing until my eyes crossed and forgot that I sometimes need to do things like eat; I have had toast and apple juice (little kid comfort food is TOTALLY VALID) and the room has decided to stop spinning. I am pretty sure the axiom about laughter being the best cure is still true, though, because I am feeling decidedly better now that I have come across Canada Does Hogwarts. It's basically one big inside joke, and possibly a little to my horror it succinctly explains my love for the C6D fandom -- I say to my horror because I now think that Callum Rennie earnestly explaining that really you are playing Quidditch against yourself is the height of humour. It also seems that I have seen exactly enough C6D stuff to get every single one of the jokes, about which I am irrationally pleased. And the room is still stable, but I am pondering the wisdom of going to bed early (rather than trying to write more, wtf self) and I cannot actually think of a graceful way to end this entry. Read the fic! It is extremely short and quite funny! Good night.
I have found my erstwhile writing mojo! I mean, all right, I've written considerably more this summer than I ever write during not-summer, but by 'writing mojo' I really don't mean 'ability to drum out ~4000 words of a Cliche Bingo fic'; I mean 'ability to write a 50,000-word season project'.

This time, though, it's not a Doctor Who season, because not enough has happened recently to justify a fix-it and I would never be so mad as to attempt the Torchwood version (besides which, I understand that any number of Children of Earth fix-its are already under way). Rather, my polybigbang has quite politely morphed into an outline, an outline that is 3480 words, contains six separate parts, and seems to think that it can reasonably be a due South AU that starts during The Promise and goes all the way to Good for the Soul. (That it almost entirely skips sixteen episodes is probably somewhat comforting.) It is still, um, looking like it's going to be much closer to the 50,000-word definition of a Big Bang than a 10,000-word one. I feel like I should probably preemptively apologize to [personal profile] oliviacirce because I inflict everything on her and also to [personal profile] sionnain because she quite foolishly said she'd like a look at the F/K/V AU. I suspect myself of subconsciously wanting to cram all my Thoughts On Due South into one fic. Except for the Thoughts about how I irrationally want kidfic.

I think this means that I've completely resigned actually doing a blackout on my Cliche Bingo card, but I can still certainly complete a line (not-through-the-middle, even!) and since the whole point of a bingo card was to make myself produce a little more fic, I'm quite content with this.

Right now, though, I need to go to bed, because a second viewing of Half-Blood Prince plus 1 AM plus two solid hours of outlining pretty much mean I shouldn't be allowed near a keyboard right now.
Doctor can has costume, companion can has name. I'm kind of wildly digging the silly incongruity and the BOOTS, and my god Amy is kind of meltingly adorable. I -- I appear to have Who squee. Time to go to work before this sort of thing gets out of hand.
This morning Hugh Dillon rescued me from a particularly inane anxiety dream. I had been vaguely questioning the wisdom of changing my iPod alarm to the Headstones on shuffle, but it was in fact a brilliant idea. Mm.

I'm becoming increasingly creative in my attempts to battle the habitual if mild summer depression (see: actually thinking it's a good idea to wake up to Headstones music); creating a steady output of fic is the normal method, and works fairly well, but sometimes a little extra is needed. So today I have a variant on the genus of meme that suggests "post ten pictures of women you find attractive/five celebrities you would sleep with/&c" and my variant is "twelve people on TV who make me starry-eyed or happy for whatever reason." Because happy things are good!

Twelve people who make me happy, with pretty pictures. )
Okay, so I have this book lying around the house called Summon the Keeper. It was recommended to me in high school on the basis of, I believe, the fairly awesome talking cat; my copy is beat-up enough that I seem to have read it a number of times. It's not particularly great, but it's good fun -- basically, this woman Claire (along with her aforementioned talking cat, Austin) is a Keeper, charged with keeping the balance of good and evil righted in the world, and closing rips in the fabric of reality. She ends up stuck trying to seal a hole to Hell in the basement of a guest house in Kingston, which also houses the fabulous ghost of a Quebecois sailor and is tended by a handsome young man name of Dean McIsaac.

The reason I actually picked this book up again, specifically, is because I had the sudden revelation that, hey, uh, Dean? really freakishly a lot like Benton Fraser. I went back through to see if my recollection was accurate, and lo -- Dean is pretty much exactly what you'd expect twenty-year-old Fraser to be like if he was a handyman instead of a Mountie and from Newfoundland. It's a closer match than you might think.

And then I go on about that and this book for a while, because I am easily charmed. But you totally want to read excerpts of the adventures of twenty-year-old handyman Fraser. )
aria: ([due south] swing both rays)
( Jul. 18th, 2009 02:25 pm)
Okay, I may be cheating slightly, because originally this was just an innocent OT3 commentfic; on the other hand, I keep on trying to write something for the 'day-in-the-life' square on my Bingo card, and what kept on coming out was exactly the same Saturday-morning-OT3 fic, so I have surrendered. Maybe you have seen this before, but I have given it a little polish and its own post, and it is full of, um, sparkly hearts and coffee.

Saturday, F/K/V, FLUFF. :D
i. DO YOU KNOW WHAT CLICHE BINGO HAS MADE ME DO. IT HAS MADE ME WRITE HARRY POTTER FIC.

I mostly blame this indirectly on [personal profile] feverbeats, because he has been going on about how Harry Potter is kind of his one true fandom, and deep down I have an inner fifteen-year-old who wants to just write Sirius/Remus fic all the time because that is baby's first OTP, and if I actually know how to write kisses now, why am I not writing Remus/Sirius kisses all the time?? This is more or less one last indulegence.

So, for the fairly fabulous [community profile] cliche_bingo prompt 'woke up in bed together' I give you Several Ways to Apologize, in which Sirius Black does, indeed, find several ways to apologize for that hilarious thing he did that one time in sixth year that upset Snape. Y'know, that thing. Features legumes, some Padfoot POV, Peter with an actual speaking role, and naked Remus. Okay, I guess I still like this fandom after all.

ii. (which is related to i.)

[personal profile] aria: Sirius Black's narrative voice: still easy after five years without. O.O
[personal profile] polarisnorth: That doesn't actually surprise me. Sirius is pretty much the first of many characters of his type that you've fangirled over the years.
[personal profile] polarisnorth: RayK is only the latest.
[personal profile] aria: ...yeah, I am kind of eyeing it going "This is easy because it is sixteen-year-old British!Ray with ~magic~."
[personal profile] polarisnorth: ... have you written the crossover prompt yet?
[personal profile] polarisnorth: Because.
[personal profile] polarisnorth: That would be hilarious.
[personal profile] aria: dsddsfdfslkljdfs OH MY GOD

YEAH GUESS WHAT I'M GOING TO BE WRITING TOMORROW. But not right now because now I am sleeping.
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