ink_splotch: (bigger balls than any of you [milk])
I have made sweet potato pie! And rolls! I feel so domestic - today I cleaned and cooked and baked, and it was amazingly nice. It felt really good and active; like I achieved things (things that made other people happy and warmed up my house!). I did also create a mini-anthology of World War I poetry, but in the grand scheme of things, cooking is much more exciting.

I also read Stargate: Atlantis fic (Nunc Dimittis - Rodney is a monk and John is a wayward knight, and OH MY, how much do I love medieval AUs? Medieval AUs that take place in monastries!) and watched seven episodes of Darkwing Duck while cooking and why can't every day be like this? For serious. I could get behind that.

(However, tomorrow I need to finish reading Jude the Obscure - current front-runner in the category worst literary characters ever - and buy and read Endgame, as well as fill out several funding forms for masters funding and current SU funding and possibly clean my room. I also need to book a table for Friday - my second anniversary,yay! Also, as of tomorrow, there's two weeks until I get my grades. I want them now, curse the English department!)

But until then, I am going to eat sweet potato pie, listen to Working on a Dream and feel calm. mmm, yes.
ink_splotch: (flowers & girly infatuations [merlin])
Girls of St.Mary's - SGA, NC-17. I know everyone and their mother have recced this fic already, but still - it's just that good. It really is, all hot and awkward in the first two parts, and then brilliant and heart-breaking and real in the second part, and seriously? 1950s school girls making out. Why are you still reading this?

In other news, as of tomorrow, I should be done with all of my written work this term. Okay, so it's late coming, but hey, I'm done and that's something.

It's something that means I should start revising and I really should know what I want to do next year and why is this stupid year so stressful? I mean, I love this and all, I really do, but right now? A year off almost sounds like a good idea. No papers! No homework! No panicking about deadlines! On the other hand, crappy job back in Denmark. Err. Maybe not that good. Hum.
ink_splotch: (we were beautiful [bubble])
So, my dissertation is in editing and Gemma's gone home after being up for two days (New Year's was really nice - just us, a lovely dinner and watching movies all night. It was kind of *exactly* what I needed), and because of this, I have had time to read a little bit of Yuletide fic. And I have compiled recs!

First, written for me: Seeking Comfort - Fried Green Tomatoes, Ruth/Idgie, R. I got sex and coming together and such a beautiful characterization of Idgie. And a take-charge Ruth, which you know is canon.

And then five (mostly) happy recs to go with:

Becoming a Lesbian: Megan Bloomfield's Guide for Cheerleaders
- But I'm a Cheerleader, Megan/Graham, R. Because I never knew how much I wanted this fic until I read it. Perfect Megan, perfect Graham and, best of all, perfectly the surreal world of the movie. It's just a sweet, happy read, with some laugh-out-loud lines.

The Thin Man Takes a Husband - Donald Strachey Mysteries, Donald/Timothy, R. Hot and plotty and from Tim's point of veiw. A bit sappy towards the end, but then again. It's Timmy.

Tokens of Affection - Hot Fuzz, Danny/Nicholas, R. Christmas-themed without being sappy, and involving the entire precinct, and just ridiculously engaging and charming.

Ribbons and Lace - Neil Gaiman - Stardust, Victoria/Louisa, PG. Just. If Neil Gaiman had entered in Yuletide and written this, I wouldn't be completely shocked. It fits so well and I really like the idea of focusing on Louisa (and also Victoria, since she got ridiculously slighted in the film.) Gorgeous.

On the Doors to Paradise - The Bubble, Ashraf/Noam, PG-13. Okay, first you need to go watch the movie, as this takes place post-movie and I don't want to spoil you. Go on. I'll wait. It is so very much worth the price of the DVD; it has great acting, charming characters and - I don't even know how to describe the plotline, except good, and hot and heartbreaking for so many reasons. Then, come back and read this, and you'll understand that this needs to be canon.

In case you were wondering what I wrote: Names, Navigation and Other Issues Rising Aboard the Caspartine. I still can't believe I wrote Stardust (movie) slash.

And now I really should get to bed, as I am due into work tomorrow. Which should be fun, but at least housemate J and I may be sharing a shift.
ink_splotch: (come back to me [merlin])
Why does everything about Merlin result in me making UTTERLY STUPID FACE OF JOY? No, seriously, I was reading this (Colin/Bradley RPS, PG) and testing my webcam at the same time, and I looked up and OH HI THERE STUPID FACE OF JOY.

Oh, fandom how do you make everything so ace?

This is NOT getting Yuletide written, self

ETA: \o/
ink_splotch: (guess you always knew it [merlin])
I might be slightly (ever-so-slightly, promise!) getting into Merlin. But it's not my fault! It's messing with me with it's pretty characters (Morgana, you guys, she's just so beautiful) and the amazing chemistry they all have (Morgana's mad crush on Gwen, Arthur's thing for Merlin, Merlin's thing for Arthur and Lancelot and hi, this show is slightly, slightly gay) and did I mention the pretty? And it's fun and silly and doesn't take itself seriously, and can you say comfort TV? mmmm.

Also, it produces madly delicious angst like this, by [ profile] thisissirius, who writes wonderfully and is all about the repression and denial and it's possible I have this thing for not giving, denying yourself, and I don't even know what that's about. But I will recommend the fic and the series and demand more femslash. Now!
ink_splotch: (fall at your feet [lit!pairing])
I'm having a pretty good time right now. I feel very content and at peace with myself. Even the fact that I have a doctor's appointment to talk about my ultra-sound/scan this week isn't bugging me too much.

And because I am a sharing person (and a caring person!), I have decided to compile a list of things that make me happy, so that you might share in them.


I've been listening to The Seeger Sessions: Live in Dublin all week, and getting a lot of glee out of it (folk music, who knew?). But particularly this song because it's one of my favourites anyway and I wouldn't have thought it could be improved upon. But it could and it is and just listen to the song. How gorgeous is that?

1a. Also, have a download of Frankie, the best Bruce Springsteen song ever (maybe).

2. You know when you want something to read, and you're kind of in the mood for something soppy and romantic and not straight? But you don't trust the Amazon recommendations, because quite frankly, they lie? Well, now there's this awesome post by [ profile] cesperanza, which should contain enough recs to keep me happy for years to come.

2a. Also keeping me happy? The Best Short Stories of Lesléa Newman, most of which are lovely and quite of few of which are happy and involve sex. Yay, romantic lesbians!

2b. (When I'm not reading lesbian stories and academic things, I've been reading the Anne of Green Gables series. I can't help it! It makes me so happy!)

3. So, I've recently been up north, visiting Friend R, and I may be slightly enamored. And for enamored, read madly in love with Newcastle and Newcastle University. It all looks so awesome! And exciting! And they have a sort of "fast-track" degree where you can sign up for a PhD immediately, which seems oddly tempting. Particularly for children's literature at Newcastle, which looks amazing. I'm also tempted by the 'Literature, Memory and Culture' option, which looks oddly like something relevant and useful related to English.

3a. Seriously, Newcastle has a moor, a river, seven bridges and coffee rooms. I WANT TO LIVE THERE, you have no idea.

4. Today, it has been sunny, church was nice, lunch at the minister's afterwards was nicer, and going home and snuggling up to nap with Gemma was nicest. I feel so incredibly lucky sometimes.

5. Also, you guys gave very helpful advice with regards to my laptop issues. Thank you! ♥
ink_splotch: (down beneath the neon lights [music])
So, in my current state of Bruce-related obsessiveness, I've been trawling youtube for music videos and clips. And there's one of them - a wonderfully shot bootleg, awesome song and it's one of the ones that Bruce and Patti duet on.

And then there's the ending and my brain breaks a little.

Bruce, WHAT? And now I've been thinking about it and the thoughts won't GET OUT OF MY HEAD. AH! Also, I'd totally buy a vibrator designed by Patti Scialfa. I don't even know, man.

Anyway! I have now amassed a ridiculous list of videos and need to go hide in my shame.

My favourites, mostly for my own amusement )

I suddenly feel the need to point out that I also went to the beach, read some more for my dissertation and baked cookies today. I'm not a complete loon! Just...mostly a loon.
ink_splotch: (No need to dream [otp])
Assorted notes:

1. Bean was in Denmark this week! It was very awesome - I got to show off Copenhagen, which is always fun. I kind of love my city a lot, and I kind of love Becca a lot, so it worked out well.

2. I'm Your Man - this vid is simply excellent; music, clips and the overall theme work perfectly and the whole thing just looks seamless. Plus it celebrates crossdressing and awesome women. What more could you want? (Well, the entire series of Star Trek: Voyager, but you can't get everything in this world)

3. Why is it inspiration always strikes repeatedly at the same time? I am in the middle of three writing projects, now is not the time to write RPS or Hot Fuzz fic, seriously brain.

3a. Simon Pegg is, like, ridiculously pretty. Why did no one tell me this? Also, why did no one tell me how awesome Hot Fuzz is? I cannot be expected to find out these things on my own!

4. I have spent way too much time thinking about hips lately. I blame not being near Gemma. And also Bruce Springsteen a little bit.

4a. Also, why am I ridiculously horny when Gemma is nowhere near? FAIL, body. FAIL.

5. I totally went to the beach today. SUMMER!
ink_splotch: ((let's fall in love) [a semi-epic?])
You know what? Stargate:Atlantis is still one of my favourite fandoms ever. No, seriously, you see, the cracky and wonderful AUs you find in SG:A are so, utterly perfect for reading during exams.

So! A few recommendations - all AUs, at least partially cracked.

Stuck on You - because your life is not complete until you've read the tale of two ice cubes in love.

I'm not even joking here.

The Epic Tale of Rodney & John, Two Girl Scout Cookies in Love - not only does it do what it says on the box, it also makes me want Thin Mints. And worry about cookie-on-cookie-sex. Something I was not made to ponder.

Wherein Rodney is an English monk and John is Danish - now with extra lit references, making the memory of last term's Old English that much less painful.

Restoration Hardware - where Rodney's working at a university and John is fixing the hole in the roof. Did I mention the university setting? And how much I love that?


Unrelated to SG:A, but related to exam stress and getting rid of same: It's not the sneaking around I get off on, it's you and other immortal lines from possibly the happiest episode these boys have had since they first kissed. Also, I am far, far too excited about the spoilers - people finding out! Admitting they love each other! Choosing between the Church and their relationship! Possibly being outed on the cover of a magazine! It's so damn soapy, and I just. CAN'T STOP WATCHING. Not even a little bit.

If you see my sanity around, send it back? I think I've lost it completely.

Also lost and wanted back? My social skills. What little I have seems to go out the window when I'm studying for exams, and can I just point out that my displacement issues? HUGE. I can't get stressed out about exams, but I can get stressed out about fictional characters' political affiliation and The Apprentice. I lead a special life, you know. A very special life.
ink_splotch: (a happy ending i'll never have [us])
My real-life is something of a muddle. My father was in Leicester, Monday to Tuesday, and it was so nice to see him again, but now I miss him terribly, and I'm not going home until July; I was sent home from work yesterday after I had a minor collapse due to cramps, which did not exactly heighten my opinion of the day in general; and a couple of my housemates are in a mood with the rest of us, due to discussions of rooming arrangements next year. Not exactly the best start ever to a week, if I'm honest.

Apart from that, I have my last Critical Theory seminar on Friday, which means it'll be the last time I see my seminar tutor. Which makes me quite sad, since he's absolutely amazing (and so is CT, which is another reason for sadness.)

On the other hand, I have finished my Satire and Sense essay, and only need to edit (and possibly create a conclusion for) my Critical Theory essay, which is a very good thing; Gemma's been taking care of me, which has been, well, wonderful (I'm...kind of bad at dealing with people taking care of me - I feel obliged to help. However, Gemma got rather strict with me, so. Yes.); I'm beginning to think I may just be able to scrape by my exams. Also I've been reading Stephen Jay Gould's Life's Grandeur, which is amazing and beautiful and kind of makes me wish I were more of a scientist. Or smart enough to be able to use his theories in some way for my academic work (which remind me, I really, really need to start thinking seriously about my dissertation. And possibly considering re-reading Anansi Boys.)


Quite apart from everything else, I've got a craving for World Without End fic. Which disappointingly still doesn't exist. The book's been out for six months, people!Spoilers! )

Speaking of things related to the fandom life: Beat It. I love Patrick. Like, a lot. (His voice, you guys!)

Also, DADT, Damyata, Dayadhvam messed with me. I can't believe how short it is for something that packs such a powerful punch. It's an SG:A alternate universe, where Don't-Ask-Don't-Tell isn't just a law - it's a chip, implanted into everyone affiliated with the US military. It gets to me on a number of levels and some of them make me a little uncomfortable, but I recommend it whole-heartedly. It is amazing.
ink_splotch: (too easy & too good [john paul])
I'm vaguely trying to get some work done - hard, since I have no real structure (whoo, independent learning!) and also because every time I try and do something constructive and university related, my mind goes into a panic over the fact that I still haven't chosen the subject of Critical Theory essay, though I'm currently playing with several ideas (my favourite of which is post-colonial analysis of literary canons, but which is also a slightly impractical idea on many levels). Still, I am getting some stuff done: I've been reading Evelina, which I'm enjoying on several levels (it's an epistolary novel, which is a literary kink; it features a very strong father-figure/daughter bond; it features alternative families and comments on how, even if society prizes blood relations above others, chosen families can have even greater value; and, despite having a rather sweet and innocent narrator, it still has some amusingly cutting comments at times) and Alexander Pope.

Pope is actually surprising me - I still don't like him, as such, and the Dunciad is hard to get through and rather more cruel than I like, but then there's Eloisa to Abelard. And I'm slightly in love - it's just a really good poem, and provides a really interesting contrast to most of Pope; it's such a clear feminine voice, it's a compassionate poem, it's an understanding poem, not something you'll find in any of the other poems I've read. But i think what really strikes me is the lack of penitence in the poem; there's a clear sense, for all that Eloisa claims to want to repent, that she doesn't regret anything; further more, that she can't regret anything. And I kind of love that.

That and the lines:
As with cold lips I kiss'd the sacred veil,
The shrines all trembl'd, and the lamps grew pale:
Heav'n scarce believ'd the conquest it survey'd,
And saints with wonder heard the vows I made.
Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew,
Not on the Cross my eyes were fix'd, but you:
Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call,
And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.

Not that I have, like, obvious kinks or anything.

Speaking of not having obvious kinks, I am currently reading Si Muovo, which I can't help thinking someone should have pointed me towards before now. It's a SGA AU, with Rodney as a Jesuit priest in Alaska and Sheppard as a bush pilot. It builds up a really convincing world, with some fascinating side characters as well, but mostly - mostly it deals with exile and betrayal and faith. And it does it well. Very much recommended.

Now, I'm off to struggle with Pope some more. Happy days!
ink_splotch: (lovers in a dangerous time [j/r])
Being Human is so damn good. And if I hadn't been sold by Mitchell and George's chemistry after, like, five minutes of interaction, the last scene in the bar, with the three of them just hanging out and being so, well, normal, would've bought me whole. It's just good and funny and a little bit silly (George bouncing around the apartment! Cleaning rotas! Hufflepuff! Hee!) and yet, oh Mitchell and oh George and Annie, they're so vulnerable and hurting. It's brilliant.

Anyway, am slowly converting Becca to the Stargate side of the force after realizing that, really, SGA is to my fandom life as Discworld is to my real life - it's the good old staple I always return to when I'm not entirely sure what I want to read. Which may mean that I more committed than I should be to something where I've only seen four or so episodes of the source material. Ho, hum.

So, for Becca, a small recslist:

All John/Rodney! )

Hope you enjoy, Bean!
ink_splotch: ((let's fall in love) [a semi-epic?])
Today's Big Questions:

- Could slash fanfiction be seen as Deconstruction or Post-Structuralism?

- Can chicken be baked in a casserole in the oven, or should you fry it first?

- Does this clip justify starting to watch Stargate: Atlantis?

- No, seriously, what do I want to do for my dissertation?

My life as a student, ladies and gentlemen. Also of interest today: I have decided to write my critical theory essay on Paris, Je T'Aime, either with relation to narratology or possibly deconstruction. Depending on whether or not I've actually understood deconstruction. My critical theory lecture this morning was on Frued applied to The Simpsons, which was exactly as awesome as it sounds. Also, I just spent half an hour talking about physics with Chris. I mean, I didn't understand much of it (only really the maths - Fibonacci for great justice?), but it was fun. Got to love the housemates (particularly because they are so predictable. Like when Becca and I saw them going into uni this morning as we were coming out - at least ten minutes late. Oh, house.)

Also, I just made myself a surprisingly nice sandwich and finished my textual analysis.


"I just want to fuck you," Rodney amended a few minutes later. "I mean, my kink is—whatever, it's for you."

John would have rolled his eyes, but that would have meant opening them. "That's not a kink," he said.

"What are you: editor of the Dictionary of Sexual Deviance?"

"No," John said, and smiled against Rodney's shoulder. "I just contribute."

-- Ordinary Life
ink_splotch: (give me time to fall again [t'aime])
I finally got my grades back, and by some miracle of demented fate, I have survived unscathed and with two firsts. All hail the mystical grading forces!

Watched Paris, Je T'aime with Gemma last night, which was both happy-making and really interesting. There's something utterly beautiful and intriguing about short films that you don't get in longer films. Also, the films that kept to a strict time frame were often better than those attempting to capture a long period of time; the exception to this being the clip with Miranda Richardson, which was possibly my favourite of the films (although the love-story of the mimes was lovely and Gus van Sant's little scene was intriguing and compelling, and I kind of madly adored Alexander Payne's love letter format, because, yeah. There is still love when you're alone, and, oh, just watch it. It's worth it.) And now I'm vaguely considering doing it - or one of the short films in it - for my Critical Theory essay. Hm. The entire thing is very much recommended, though.

Speaking of things that are recommended: Streets in a World Underneath It All by [ profile] ismenetruth. Really, at it's heart, just John realizing his life is his life, but the tone and the characterization just makes the fic. That and the hints at backstory which intrigues me. Also, Nobel Prise lectures!(Rodney/John, R-ish).

And now, to watch the Daily Show. Yay!
ink_splotch: (i control the sun [martha])
Reasons Today is Totally, Totally Awesome:

1. Critical Theory and feeling like I'm seen a smart, competent student.

2. The sky outside right now; sunset in Leicester is for, whatever reason, always stunning and today is no exception. From my window the sky is a patchwork of pink, blue, gray, white and orange and slight, slight purple.

3. Al Gore and Brooklinegirl.

4. My seminar group of awesome, but also my seminar tutor made of awesome.

4a. Becca, having inappropriate conversations at random and quoting pornographic poetry (see: 5 + 5a)

5. Rochester and Johnny Depp in The Libertine and the lecture I had today on Rochester. I know I shouldn't like him, or at least shouldn't like him for the reasons I do, but man. The frankness, honesty and the levels of self-awareness in his work in contrast with the roles he plays and the distance he places between himself and his narrators.

'Do you like me now?'

5a. The Imperfect Enjoyment. The word fucking-post is also one of the reasons the world is awesome today.

5b. Snuggling with Gemma during the lecture, an oddly lovely counterpoint to the massive amounts of meaningless sex in the lecture.

6. The Song of Purple Summer - Brooke/Peyton, One Tree Hill; I love domestic fic that doesn't go overboard on the saccharine, yet manages to convey a sense of contentment and peace.

7. House of Physics!
ink_splotch: (vil elske dig for evigt [kærlighed])
Happy first of the year!

I am missing Gemma a lot right now. It feels like ages since I've seen her. Happily, I'm going home on Sunday, so now I am just panicking about planes and buses and everything that can go wrong.

New Year's Resolution:
Panic *less*

Anyway, to distract myself, I present these:

A Little Sugar in My Bowl is a ridiculously sweet Luke/Noah fic; it's NC-17, about the boys dealing with sex and it's lovely. It's hot and awkward and romantic and, you know, boys.

Once Upon a Time is a coming out fic about how our lives are different and similar to the stories we're told. Bill/Clarissa, Malory Towers.

Happy New Year, everyone!
ink_splotch: (No need to dream [otp])
So, today's been productive if not exactly overly happy. I'm kind of missing England. A lot. But apparently being in a...blah mood helps with my productivity. I've certainly managed quite a bit of revision today. Hopefully I can do the last 30 lines of translation tomorrow and then start on my grammar tests, and then it's focus on the literary side from then on. Ugh.

But, for now, I present my Yuletide Recs )

Also, this is just kind of hilarious, particularly this one: 4. Noah Mayer, Classic Self-Denial. Probably the most textbook case in Oakdale, the troubled aspiring filmmaker just needs to be hit with the "Luke Snyder is awesome" stick, and straight man Dusty is just the one to smack him with it.
ink_splotch: (Gonna chase the clouds away [content])
So, I don't really watch Heroes, but this rec appeared on my friendslist and now I'm kind of sold, because this fic is definitely a one-way ticket to a happy-happy place.

Start Me Over - Matt/Mohinder (with Molly), PG - Matt adjusts to domestic life with Mohinder and Molly. Oh, there's other details, but really, it's all about the domestic life in New York City.

And the best part? Mohinder and Matt actually are living together and taking care of Molly in canon. This makes me kind of indescribably gleeful.

Anyway! Read, glee, download Might Tell You Tonight. I'm off to hunt down clips.
ink_splotch: (you&i at the end of the world [together])
I made a really, really undignified noise just now, scrolling down my friendspage to read this on [ profile] crack_van: Pairing: Dick Winters/Lewis Nixon.

Speaking of things that give me glee and Winters/Nixon, I want to reccomend After Rain, a Band of Brothers vid which is just *beautiful*. [ profile] thefourthvine recced it as part of her happy-making post, and it is. I've watched it a few times now and each time, by the end, I'm just sitting there smiling. Even the song (which is wonderful) makes me smile. Go, request the password and *see it*.

Also, my torrent of Much Ado About Nothing finished downloading; it is still hilarious and remains my favourite of the Shakespeare Re-Told stories. It's also my favourite play of the one's down, but that's neither here nor there. Macbeth is really the best executed of the four, but I don't know. There's just something so *appealing* about Much Ado.... It doesn't hurt that Sarah Parish, Damian Lewis and Billie Piper are all made from awesome and pretty.

And now, I am going to go pack some more and maybe panic about my finacial state just for a change!
ink_splotch: (while there's moonlight & music [dream])
So, screw this, I am going back to Stargate: Atlantis and due South, I need fandoms which can grant me happy endings, dammit, because while As You Walk Away may be the best stories I've read in a while, the ending leaves me all achey and emo. I believe I have spoken - and probably at length - about my issues with things ending. Band of Brothers itself does this to me; I'm happy the war ended, but then they all split up! And go home alone! And it makes me sad! And When You Walk Away does much the same, even as it is gorgeous and hot and very, very Nix and Dick (Nix is so *broken*) as they try to figure out what there is between them.

And it's long, hurra!

(and now, seriously - due South)

In other news, my period came today, and for once there was much rejoicing, as this means I will not be on my period on the 16th. The world clearly loves me, also evidenced by the awesome evening I had last night hanging out with friends from the ex-pat community my family were a part of in England. Including Lisa, who I hadn't spoken to in, oh, seven years, maybe? It's weird, but we still had lots to talk about - even beyond the obvious reminicises. I approve highly! (Even though I had to drive my family home and I really don't like driving with others in the car that much. Or driving when there's next to no traffic - I like having people to follow!)

Apart from that, four days until I see Gemma and I'm getting nervous. Excited, of course, I can't wait, it feels like I've forgotten everything, the way she sounds, the way she looks, the way she tastes and all I'm left with is this ache of missing her and missing the knowledge of her - but also nervous. I can't explain it, it just is.

Still. Four days - and I'm back in England, too, I've missed just *being* in Leicester.


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