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: ((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: (you&i at the end of the world [together])
I'm not sure if y'all already know this, but [ profile] cesperenza has PodFic. Including MVP which fills me with a warm squishy feeling because it is my second favourite thing in the SGA fandom (two episodes of the show, but damn I love the fandom!)

However, that's just a side note. Really, I am here to rec: There Must Be a Word by [ profile] garnettrees. Band of Brothers, Winters/Nixon, PG-13 (images of war, mostly). The short version of my reccomendation goes: Winters tries to find a word to describe what's going on between Nix and him. [ profile] garnettrees writes beautifully and the story flows really, really well, images following almost inevitably after each other.

The long rec )

If you couldn't be bothered to read the long (rather blathering) bit, the basic encapsulation goes: this story is better than porn. It makes me FLAIL, people.
ink_splotch: ((let's fall in love) [a semi-epic?])
I don't know if everyone's already seen My Brilliant Idea. If you haven't, why not? It's an absolutely marvellous McKay/Sheppard vid, and even if you're unfamiliar with the fandom it is hilarious. Go, go watch!

I got the link for it from [ profile] mecurtin's post, titled A Radical FangirlLand Manifesto, an incredible interesting post on what fandom is to us and why the fangirl community is different from the fanboy community.

In other news, can you overdose on fruit? Whenever I'm in England, I seem to be eating fruit all the damn time, because it's easy, simple and cheaper than actual food. The only thing is that I'm currently on, like, eight-a-day instead of the five/six recommended. Oops?

Edward II continues to rock my socks in a way that I'm not entirely sure is healthy. I've now read it fours times, which is two more times than most of the plays, and three more times than I've read the Jew of Malta. But it's just so good. And heart-wrenching. I love how your sympathies are never entirely claimed by one character until the very, very end (Oh, the death scene. Oh, Edward.) It's just very, very good, and very compelling, even though I still can't keep the battle(s) entirely straight.

I've got to run, because I'm trying to fit in a nap before I'm going to take Cathrine out for post-exam/happy 20th birthday! coffee and cake, before coming back to get her more cake for after tea. Hee! I just hope she likes it.
ink_splotch: (her whole world illuminated [martha])
So, apparently, fandom is once again debating is fanfiction inherently evil and bad? with added if it's literature, does it transcend genre? wank! Always fun, but instead of joining in, I instead present [ profile] liviapenn's post, which, in addition to being coherent, also has several fanfictional novels listed, including Briar Rose, which looks amazing (and slightly like it might make me cry, because we all know how I am with books that combine the power of stories with the Holocaust (STILL NOT OVER THE BOOK THIEF *sobs*)). So go, look, and if you want more, [ profile] metafandom is teeming with it these days - and now has a handy tags system.

I. Er. Have to go re-read a poem. And then bed.

ETA: Never, ever trust me when I say things like that. Instead, enjoy A Beautiful Lifetime Event - or kidfic done achingly right. John and Rodney have an accident with a piece of Ancient technology, and then they have a kid. Which all the ups-and-downs that come with it.

And now, seriously. Bed.
ink_splotch: (days of miracle and wonder [joy])
So. Transcendental is possibly the most brilliant fic I've read in a while. Elizabeth is taken out due to an attempted gas poison assisination, and as a result Rodney has to take charge of Atlantis. And this, this fic is just. Excellent. It's long, and plotty and hot and sweet in a really warped way, and go read it now.

In other news, this mouth-breathing thing? Is getting really old fast. As is this history essay. I wonder if they could, if they tried hard enough, come up with some more asisine essay topics. I can't believe they want me to find eight sources on "What were the main characteristics of Early Modern society?" - seriously? I could do it with one source. I could probably do it without sources. And I don't care. It's just a hassle I could do without, really. But it's the last proper essay of the year, so I'll muddle through, I guess.

And I'm whining, but really, I'm just kind of pleasantly buzzed right now. Must be the fic; I don't even care that it's snowing outside.

ETA: Wrapped Up, Sheppard/McKay NC-17, because, okay, maybe I have a slight backrub kink. I own my shame and all that, and this is just hot, all slow build and emotion and hotness. Also? Backrubs. Mmm.
ink_splotch: (here I am [peaceful])
Sofie's going to be here in just under three hours! I'm ridiculously excited - Sofie! In England! In Leicester, no less. How can that be anything except awesome? However, I am of course woefully unprepared for her imminent arrival - I haven't bought bus tickets (though, okay, that's perhaps a little less immediately important), I haven't hoovered yet (which I need to do like, now) and my laundry is more pressing than previously ancipated (though, really, it can wait until tomorrow.) None of that really matters though, because Sofie's coming! Yay!

The main reason I haven't been doing all these things is because I've not been much home this week. After finishíng my essay Wednesday, I've all but moved to Gemma's. I'm still falling for her to the point where it's worrying me a little - she was snoring last night, and I found it helplessly endearing. Still find it helplessly endearing. I catch myself just staring at her sometimes. It's odd, but good. So, so good. Even if I do have a few moments of complete panic about losing it suddenly.

However! Since, naturally, when I've been home, I haven't been doing anything serious, I have been reading The Road to Nevada by [ profile] lamardeuse. It's a wonderful SGA AU, set in the 1930s, with John as a down-on-his-luck former Air Force pilot, looking for a job from McKay, whose a scientist and plane-builder. It's long and plotty and it builds up the romance so damn well, it seems so natural, without dominating the story in any way - the main story is the road trip. And it's historical setting is used to the utmost, which leaves me ridiculously fangirly. Read it!

And now, to the hoovermobile!
ink_splotch: (wearing my tinhat for you [rpslove])
1. In my world Gael Garcia Bernal and Diego Luna are totally boyfriends. Totally.

2. So are John and Rodney. Mmhm.

3. Please do not try to disabuse me of these notions.

4. Not really here!
ink_splotch: (boblende latter under din hud [glæde])
Wherein I babble about my love life )

In other news, I'm currently experiencing unending love for [ profile] cesperanza's MVP. The girl who recced it to me said it wasn't one of Ces' best, which I think means that her best would *kill* me. Seriously, this story is brilliant; Rodney sees something he shouldn't in Sheppard's personnel file and can't stop thinking about it - and it's *not* that Sheppard is gay. It manages to balance the angst with humour beautifully, and if you don't giggle at the ending, well...

Finally, my ears have started ringing again. It's really getting to me, too - I keep thinking it's a sign I'm going deaf or that it's tinnitus, even though the doctor said there was no sign of any damage in my ears. Hm. I think I may have to visit her again, because this cannot be normal, even if I do have a cold.

Also, considering how little time I spend in loud clubs, I really don't feel that this is completely fair.
ink_splotch: (days of miracle and wonder [joy])
I'm kind of madly in love with this song right now: Countin' On a Miracle (Acoustic). It's just so harrowingly beautiful. I almost like it better than the CD version of it. Gah. I just love Springsteen, it still amazes me how much I love his music. And him - he really just hypnotizes you.

In other news, fandom continues to make me very sad that I've never been to camp. In the case it's Campfire Law, yet another SG:A AU, where, as you might have guessed, the cast are all at Camp Atlantis, as counselors, life guards and, you know, other personnel. I've mention how incredibly fond I am of Radek, right? He's awesome in this - and Rodney, of course, continues to make me love him more than should be right. And Sheppard is awesome and in character (I think?) and still manages to come over as a military prescence, and look, just go read? So much awesome!

Rodney covers his face with his hands, but allows John to drag him toward his cabin. "I hate kids," he mumbles. "I hate kids, and I hate camp, and I hate my parents for making me take this job. 'It'll look great on your college applications!' they said. 'Leadership skills!' they said. 'Working with children!' they said. I said, 'I'm already accepted to college! Astrophysicists don't need to know how to work with children!' But did they listen? No! I should've run away when I was nine."


"Along with being out of Coke, we're also out of wood," Beckett says. Zelenka squeaks and his hand flies up to his nose, and at first Rodney thinks that he actually did some damage, before he looks around the circle of fading firelight and sees that Carson and Ronon and John all have their forefingers pressed to the tips of their noses, too.

"What the --"

"Nose goes," John says.

Rodney looks down at his hand. "Nose -- oh, dammit." He rubs the back of his hand over his nose. "God. I hate you all so much right now that I can't even express it in words. I may have to sing. Or I wish that I knew, oh, ballet so that I could possibly communicate my hate to you through the medium of dance, because there are not words -- wait, no, I have words: poison ivy! Mosquitoes! Thorn bushes! Little pointy sticks that poke out from trees and --"

I need a Rodney icon. I need to get over my oral fixation. Seriously. I also need to stop eating sugary things, as it will mean no sleep at all tonight. Finally, I need to get over a few things. Poll tomorrow!
ink_splotch: ((let's fall in love) [a semi-epic?])
I'm far too easily amused, which is not good since I'm currently suffering a sore throat and I just managed to induce a ten minutes coughing fit due to giggling at this line:

I don’t know, because, contrary to vastly popular belief, I am not the Wikipedia of the Pegasus Galaxy.

From here

Also, I seem to have gotten myself stuck in SGA, so I'm going to utilize this post as a request for vid links, so I can see who these two men *are*, that I keep reading about.

ETA: *dies*

“Can I call you My Lord High Minion McKay?”

“Oh I’d be entirely thrilled if you don’t. Now shut up.”


“I’m going outside to wait until you’re done,” The smirk returned, only this time with the raised eyebrows.

“But what if I need help exploring my new body?”

“Please stop speaking to me,” Rodney fled the room, while John called after him.

"The shower might be too futuristic for me!"

ETA part 2:

John, who felt a little like he'd been run over by the world's most sarcastic truck, went over to the desk and pulled a twenty out from the jumble of bills and coins.

From here.

I really am going to bed.

ETA part 3:

Except for the part where I am CLEARLY NOT. Gnah. I'm going to hate myself tomorrow. However! Since I'm awake any way, I shall rec you all!

Face Value - in which Rodney gets telepathy, Zelekena manages to endear himself to me SO DAMN MUCH and John gets giddy about flying. And Rodney. Because, really, who doesn't get giddy about Rodney?

You know, I am exactly one veiwing of Hard Core Logo away from buying myself a Canada fangirl teeshirt. This cannot be healthy.

Incidentally, this song fills me with *so* much glee. It really is the ultimate Fraser/RayK song. Speaking of Canada, you know.
ink_splotch: (raindrops on roses [favourite things])
Okay, so because I am spectacularly silly and *want* to be poor, I'm buying The Book Thief off Amazon, and since I have a discount due to owning an NUS card, I figured I'd pick up another book while there, and that book was going to be Danny, The Champion of the World (look, I'm fine with my desire to relive my childhood and the fact the my biggest literary "kink" is child/father relationships (we do not speak of my Lion King thing)), Which is fine, except I really, really want this cover. Which comes with the hardback. *grumbles*

In other news, I've had one of those weird days where on one hand, my social life has been kind of awesome - I even have an arrangement on Tuesday which might be a date with a very cute PTerry fangirl who I met this Wednesday (and how awesome are our LGBTA nights? Very much so, yes.), so, you know, wild amounts of GLEE on that count. However, school continues to suck a bit - seriously, my seminar tutor was impressed I knew when the Renaissance started and what the Reformation was. C'mon!

Also, the next person who explains to me that "people didn't go to bed medieval and wake up Early Modern" is going to get slapped so hard. Who above the age of 13 doesn't realize this? Seriously. I get it. Period dating is slightly arbitrary, yeah, thanks.

However! Instead of focusing on this, I shall focus on the possible-date-thing, and also masses of awesome fic. Which I shall also rec!

Torchwood )

And also, because apparently, I have a huge love story kink, I've been reading the Harlequin challenge on [ profile] sga_flashfic and I stumbled over The Hostage Major which is all kinds of awesome. AU, Rodney kidnaps John. I tried to type up a short summary, but seriously, it got way, way too complicated, so here's what you need to know: it has angst, snark and some really, really good sex. Also it builds up a compatability between the two of them that just *works* so well. And I love the way John's mind works.

Same theme, A Royal Deception is, in-so-far as I can tell, having no knowledge of canon, not AU. However, it is lovely - Rodney becomes Prince of...something, and the Atlantis team want him back. Again. Hot. It also makes me want to pet Ronon for some reason.

And now, I return to panicking about the maybe-date. Or possibly I go late night shopping. Hm.


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