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Really, all you need to know about Family of Blood is that it made me cry. And that Martha, for once was the least of it; I actually, really felt for the Doctor - or at least for John Smith - in this episode.

Oh, season three, how are you so awesome?

It is a truth universally acknowledged that it doesn't matter whether I ship slash, het, threesomes or incest, my pairing will never become canon. Even when it is bleedingly obvious. ARGH! The pairing even got a nod on the show, only to get shot down again (well, two nods if you count MY FAVOURITE MOMENT OF THE SHOW EVER. Uhm. Okay, possibly one of my favourite moments, as the show is awesome, but still. Gnah. I thought I was going to cry, which only proves, as Gemma says, that I am very, very silly.)

( Cut for the Vicar of Dibley, spoilers for every thing )

In other news...my bad mood seems to have abated somewhat, which is excellent. I'm crediting Monday/Tuesday. Mmhm.

In other, other news: this language project can go fuck itself.

I spent a goodly portion of today curled up in a hammock listening to Disney and reading Multiculturalism And the Mouse. I'm so cool, I should wear sunglasses when I sleep. (Incidentally, I also read the Tempest out there and fell asleep. Which really should just *add* to my cool cred.)

In other, equally cool, news, spent yesterday with Sofie, mostly, well. Perving on Take That really. Oh, Sofie subtly tried to avoid being forced to watch the DVD, but in the end she fell, and hard. We were maybe half-way into Once You've Tasted Love before she capitulated, due to my most excellent convincing, and also, possibly, Mark Owen's dimples. All in all, very successful. By the end, Sofie was commenting that Back for Good was totally about Robbie Williams, so I claim this one in the name of boybandness! (Also in the name of OT4-ness. Hee! Though I also have a newfound craving for Jason/Mark which I have NO IDEA where came from. Jesus. Shut UP, brain.)

We obviously also did other things, like talk (or rather, I giddied about Gemma and Sofie giggled at me) and watch Foyle's War (which is completely made from win and other good things, and also had Brutus from Rome in a small role.) and watch Linie Tre, during which Sofie made quite a few rather tragically bad comments, and I had to stare at her in horror a lot, which was fun. *grins*

Finally, how awesome is Mika? Very awesome. And also, Mark Owen's Pieces of Heaven is an incredibly gorgeous song. Buying the CDs was still stupid, but damn, they're good. Particularly Life in Cartoon Motion. Oh, man.

Oh, final thing: Man, season three of Who just continues to rock, doesn't it? *loves Martha so damn much* And Talullah is incredibly cute - even if I don't care about the Daleks as most Who fans seem to. But really, I'm still stuck fangirling Martha at the end of Gridlocked. I. Just. Yes! It's *exactly* what Ten needs in a companion. Someone will sit down and say, "I'm not buying it - tell me the truth." Oh, Martha, how are you so awesome?

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 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, 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.

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."

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"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!

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 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.

so, last night I dreamt that before Josh had a crush on Donna, he had a crush on Charlie. In my dream I'd written up an entire analysis of why this clearly meant that Josh was bisexual (why I didn't think that was obvious, I do not know) and then I woke up desperately wanting to see the episodes where Josh had said crush. Except they do not exist. And this made me very sad. However, I am now watching A Proportional Response, which is sort of like Josh having a crush Charlie. Which I'm settling for, since there is not Josh/Charlie fic in existence. Very sad. Still, you know. It never stops feeling like this.

Also, you know. The Jed/Leo in this episode is amazing as well. The argument! I could pummel your ass with a baseball bat. I love my show! In case, you know, you were wondering. The first season is just *art*. Also, I need a Charlie icon.

In other news, I now have a friend named Vlad. Which I'm pretty sure is made from awesome.

Now, if only Ros'd cheer up and Mike would get over whatever's making him pissed off at me, and my ear would cease to act up, we'd be golden. But until that happens I have The West Wing.

You know you've always wanted to know about Fraser's Thoughts on Yaoi. Oh yes. *giggles*

In other news, of course I'd get a Doctor Who obsession when I really should be writing my essay. At least this time it's Mrs Dalloway and The English Patient which is a far sight better than any Sylvia Plath-inspired blather. Also Mickey is mad love, really he is. And I have a huge crush on...everyone.

But now - essay! I'm going in - wish me luck!

Aside: How awesome is the new Windows Explorer? TABS!

So. I have a handkissing thing. I think it's the whole eye-contact thing. It's hot, anyway.

All this brought on by the fact that I've been watching North and South in the mornings. Because cheesy, 80s historical epics turn me on - or if not that, they certainly get me out of bed some mornings. There is something inherently sad about getting out of bed to watch Patrick Swayze - though he is kind of adorable in the series.

( Where I babble at length )

And now I want George/Orry fic where George tries to help Orry get over Madeliene. I am a bad, bad person.

Also, a person with bad taste. Whoo!

In other news, finally got a new winter coat today. Let me say, The Beatles are excellent for shopping with. It's impossible to get truly annoyed at anything, because your mind goes "Argh, things are never in my size, grumblegrumble, anorexia, grumblegrumble, self-confidence, Strawberry fields forever..." and then I cheer up and get over it. It's awesome. And it also means that I don't get annoyed at snipey clerks who'd rather talk to each other than let me pay and get on with my life. C'est la vie, I guess.

In fandom(ish) news, first couple of photos from The Other Boleyn Girl, which I am currently re-reading. It is a damn fine romance novel. I just kind of wish they'd cast English actors in this kind of thing. Like Miss Potter, or Becoming Jane.

Finally, have a song: While My Guitar Gently Weeps

I kind of heart George Harrison a lot.

( My Trip to London in List Form: (with spoilers for Torchwood 1x06 and We Will Rock You) )

In other news: Home. Tired. Still happy about life. I'm actually just kind of surfing on some kind of high, so that even now, when I'm tired and a little cranky and worried about Cathrine, who's sick, I find myself grinning randomly to myself. It must be Christmas coming.

Which is why tomorrow, there will be tinsel. And it will be tacky. And so damn good1.

1. Other people rebel against their parents with sex, drugs and rock'n'roll. I rebel against my mother by decorating with tinsel. Bad ass, that's me.