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Aug. 24th, 2012 04:46 am
hobbit_feets: (wjitw || a natural bond that forms)
Because there should always, always be more Antarctic explorers in love.

Title: The Existing Scheme of Things
Author: Culumacilinte
Reader: Culumacilinte (ie: hobbit_feets)
Length: 6580
Rating: Teen and up
Pairing/Characters: Eleventh Doctor, Amy Pond, Apsley Cherry-Garrard/Birdie Bowers
Author's Summary: In which the TARDIS acquires two more passengers, and there are Antarctic explorers in love. And a little bit of altering the course of history.
Links: text/ audio

fic!

Jul. 26th, 2011 10:31 am
hobbit_feets: (lotr || you are not bound)
Shock and awe, I have completed a fic.

From a Flat Surface

It's a Worst Journey fic, and is probably the most horrible thing I've ever written.  Not in terms of quality (I should like to think), but simply because what it contains makes me want to tear out my soul.  It is entirely the fault of a friend of [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn 's, so you can blame him.

fic!

Jul. 26th, 2011 10:31 am
hobbit_feets: (lotr || you are not bound)
Shock and awe, I have completed a fic.

From a Flat Surface

It's a Worst Journey fic, and is probably the most horrible thing I've ever written.  Not in terms of quality (I should like to think), but simply because what it contains makes me want to tear out my soul.  It is entirely the fault of a friend of [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn 's, so you can blame him.
hobbit_feets: (wjitw || a natural bond that forms)
A livejournal!  Goodness me, I have one of those, don't I?  And my life has been ever so full of things to update it with.  A busy proverbial bee, I've been.  This entry, however, I shall concern my trip of a month ago to visit the lovely[livejournal.com profile] earlwyn  in London!

'Twas her birthday, and so I went to visit her and celebrate, and there was much awesomeness.  The last time I was in London, I was thirteen, and so did not recall all that much about it, other than the big touristy-type things- changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace, the Tower of London, going to see a show in an incredibly hot theatre and nearly fainting...  So!  London, effectively, was a new and strange beast to me.  It turned out to be big, busy, full of stuff, and goddamn if it's not the most international city I have ever been in.  People from absolutely everywhere-- Europe, Asia, Africa, you name it.  One rather interesting side effect of this was that I felt much less of the American shame I usually suffer acutely when abroad.  Which was, you know, nice.

But!  The things wot we did.  There were quite a few of them, many (unsurprisingly, to anyone even passingly acquainted with me or [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn) relating to the Terra Nova Antarctic expedition.

The saga begins. Under a cut for your convenience )

AND THEN I WENT HOME.  Which was tragic and sad.  THE END.
hobbit_feets: (wjitw || a natural bond that forms)
A livejournal!  Goodness me, I have one of those, don't I?  And my life has been ever so full of things to update it with.  A busy proverbial bee, I've been.  This entry, however, I shall concern my trip of a month ago to visit the lovely[livejournal.com profile] earlwyn  in London!

'Twas her birthday, and so I went to visit her and celebrate, and there was much awesomeness.  The last time I was in London, I was thirteen, and so did not recall all that much about it, other than the big touristy-type things- changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace, the Tower of London, going to see a show in an incredibly hot theatre and nearly fainting...  So!  London, effectively, was a new and strange beast to me.  It turned out to be big, busy, full of stuff, and goddamn if it's not the most international city I have ever been in.  People from absolutely everywhere-- Europe, Asia, Africa, you name it.  One rather interesting side effect of this was that I felt much less of the American shame I usually suffer acutely when abroad.  Which was, you know, nice.

But!  The things wot we did.  There were quite a few of them, many (unsurprisingly, to anyone even passingly acquainted with me or [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn) relating to the Terra Nova Antarctic expedition.

The saga begins. Under a cut for your convenience )

AND THEN I WENT HOME.  Which was tragic and sad.  THE END.
hobbit_feets: (log || a brand new day (you're fucked))
Gosh, it has been a dashed long time since I've posted anything; I bet all you poor sods on my f'list are just lolling about so sadly, waiting for me to update.

The first matter!  It is far past time for my Yuletide reveal, and most of you already know what my fic is, but for posterity's sake:

The Existing Scheme of Things
a Doctor Who and The Worst Journey in the World fanfiction

I wrote this for my partner in crime, the effervescent [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn , and, though I do tend generally to be pleased with the things I come out with for Yuletide, I am, I admit, particularly happy with this one.  Perhaps the combination of Who and Worst Journey is just so delightful that it renders me a mass of fannish joy, even when I'm the one writing it.  It is also, at 6,580 words, the longest thing I've written and actually posted in a damn long time, and I don't think it wastes any of those words.

Other than Yuletide, my life lately has been all about school, and getting myself to England next year.  As some of you probably know, I'm attempting to get to the UK to study abroad next semester, but for various reasons, have had difficulty with this.  However!  I have talked to the relevant people and written highly impressive and unnecessary essays, and am currently in the process of applying to Lancaster University for the autumn term of next year.  Excite! 

As far as school is concerned, my classes run thus:

Moral Problems in Contemporary Society

Linguistic Analysis

Modern Literary Theory and Criticism

Milton and the Century of Revolution

Intermediate Finnish


There is lots of reading of theory and philosophy and quite a few papers to write, but I am, all in all, keeping well on top of things, and feel much improved from last semester.  The only class out of these which has proven to be a disappointment is the Milton one (and a bitter disappointment, because I love Milton, he's crazy), as my lecturer rambles in the most hideous, unfocussed fashion, and comes out with bizarrely offensive and generalising statements about the class on a regular basis.  I have no idea how he expects us to write the term paper when we never actually discuss the poems and pamphlets we're supposed to be reading in class.  Lit Crit and Theory is awesome as expected-- Qadri, the bloke who teaches it, is one of my favourite professors I've had at the U.  He's all sorts of awesome and will intellectually beat you about the ears.  Rather amusingly, the fellow who teaches Linguistic Analysis is a laconic, sardonic French Canadian man who wears Star Wars t-shirts.  A good combination, I think.
hobbit_feets: (log || a brand new day (you're fucked))
Gosh, it has been a dashed long time since I've posted anything; I bet all you poor sods on my f'list are just lolling about so sadly, waiting for me to update.

The first matter!  It is far past time for my Yuletide reveal, and most of you already know what my fic is, but for posterity's sake:

The Existing Scheme of Things
a Doctor Who and The Worst Journey in the World fanfiction

I wrote this for my partner in crime, the effervescent [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn , and, though I do tend generally to be pleased with the things I come out with for Yuletide, I am, I admit, particularly happy with this one.  Perhaps the combination of Who and Worst Journey is just so delightful that it renders me a mass of fannish joy, even when I'm the one writing it.  It is also, at 6,580 words, the longest thing I've written and actually posted in a damn long time, and I don't think it wastes any of those words.

Other than Yuletide, my life lately has been all about school, and getting myself to England next year.  As some of you probably know, I'm attempting to get to the UK to study abroad next semester, but for various reasons, have had difficulty with this.  However!  I have talked to the relevant people and written highly impressive and unnecessary essays, and am currently in the process of applying to Lancaster University for the autumn term of next year.  Excite! 

As far as school is concerned, my classes run thus:

Moral Problems in Contemporary Society

Linguistic Analysis

Modern Literary Theory and Criticism

Milton and the Century of Revolution

Intermediate Finnish


There is lots of reading of theory and philosophy and quite a few papers to write, but I am, all in all, keeping well on top of things, and feel much improved from last semester.  The only class out of these which has proven to be a disappointment is the Milton one (and a bitter disappointment, because I love Milton, he's crazy), as my lecturer rambles in the most hideous, unfocussed fashion, and comes out with bizarrely offensive and generalising statements about the class on a regular basis.  I have no idea how he expects us to write the term paper when we never actually discuss the poems and pamphlets we're supposed to be reading in class.  Lit Crit and Theory is awesome as expected-- Qadri, the bloke who teaches it, is one of my favourite professors I've had at the U.  He's all sorts of awesome and will intellectually beat you about the ears.  Rather amusingly, the fellow who teaches Linguistic Analysis is a laconic, sardonic French Canadian man who wears Star Wars t-shirts.  A good combination, I think.
hobbit_feets: (wjitw || a natural bond that forms)
ie: The Post Where I Talk About Christmas

Christmas!  Christmas this year was mostly quiet, which was nice.  It didn't really seem much like the holiday until it was suddenly Christmas morning, and we missed going to hear the music at church on Christmas Eve.  Those of you who know anything about my religious proclivities will know that I am adamantly not Catholic, nor indeed do I go in for organised religion of any sort myself.  Despite that, I have a deep fondness for churches and old church music, and I've always enjoyed going to hear the choir and the organ in the half hour preceding midnight mass in the church I grew up going to.  So that was a little something missing from my Christmas this year.  I'm making it up, as you can see by my subject line, with church music everywhere else.

Aside from that, there was much family-- eating of dinners and drinking of bizarre wines and giving of gifts.  I got some good stuff, including, rather marvellously, a cast-iron gothic candelabra that my aunt picked up in a charity shop in London.  I just need some bloodred taper candles to drip down it to finish the dramatic look.

BUT.  One of the best parts of Christmas every year-- or at least for the past four years-- and certainly the part which most concerns the internet, is Yuletide!  I adore Yuletide; it's the only fic exchange I ever sign up for, and I always intensely enjoy it, even the mad stress of finishing a story at the very last minute.  The fics that I've got in the past have, by and large, been utterly marvellous, and I always feel that Yuletide somehow culls the cream of the fic-writing crop to participate, and turns out all sorts of wonderful, obscure fic.  This year I recieved not one, not even two, but three brilliant Yuletide fics.  Let me tell you about them!

ficssssssssss )
hobbit_feets: (wjitw || a natural bond that forms)
ie: The Post Where I Talk About Christmas

Christmas!  Christmas this year was mostly quiet, which was nice.  It didn't really seem much like the holiday until it was suddenly Christmas morning, and we missed going to hear the music at church on Christmas Eve.  Those of you who know anything about my religious proclivities will know that I am adamantly not Catholic, nor indeed do I go in for organised religion of any sort myself.  Despite that, I have a deep fondness for churches and old church music, and I've always enjoyed going to hear the choir and the organ in the half hour preceding midnight mass in the church I grew up going to.  So that was a little something missing from my Christmas this year.  I'm making it up, as you can see by my subject line, with church music everywhere else.

Aside from that, there was much family-- eating of dinners and drinking of bizarre wines and giving of gifts.  I got some good stuff, including, rather marvellously, a cast-iron gothic candelabra that my aunt picked up in a charity shop in London.  I just need some bloodred taper candles to drip down it to finish the dramatic look.

BUT.  One of the best parts of Christmas every year-- or at least for the past four years-- and certainly the part which most concerns the internet, is Yuletide!  I adore Yuletide; it's the only fic exchange I ever sign up for, and I always intensely enjoy it, even the mad stress of finishing a story at the very last minute.  The fics that I've got in the past have, by and large, been utterly marvellous, and I always feel that Yuletide somehow culls the cream of the fic-writing crop to participate, and turns out all sorts of wonderful, obscure fic.  This year I recieved not one, not even two, but three brilliant Yuletide fics.  Let me tell you about them!

ficssssssssss )
hobbit_feets: (ch || his specialism is omniscience)
My dearest, darlingest Yuletide writer,

Hello!  And a pre-emptive thanks for putting yourself out there to write me something, as we do every Christmas.  I am all sorts of excited to see what you come out with, and am sure it will be awesome.  Here are ways, however, to make it even more awesome.

Things What Make Me Glee: Unique use of language and obscure/archaic words, historical accuracy, fiddly details, black humour, unconventional relationships, semi-colons, awkwardness, realistic dialogue, historically sensitive depictions of queer characters (which is to say-- three of my requests involve people or settings which are not modern; being queer in 1911 is not the same thing as being queer in 2010), UST, kisses, literary and historical references, sneaky nods to canon, endings which are also beginnings, snark, banter.

Things What Harsh My Squee: Non-con/rape, poor spelling and grammar, characters behaving OOC-ly, or being dumb for purposes of the plot

specifics under the cutlet )

... I think that is all the babbling I have in me on this subject for the moment.  If you've actually got this far, you are fab, and I hope I've given you a few ideas!  If you do have any questions about what I'll like, or are not sure about something, feel free to hit up the lovely [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn , as we kind of share a brain, and she's the next best thing to actually asking me.

Happy writing,

Cully
hobbit_feets: (ch || his specialism is omniscience)
My dearest, darlingest Yuletide writer,

Hello!  And a pre-emptive thanks for putting yourself out there to write me something, as we do every Christmas.  I am all sorts of excited to see what you come out with, and am sure it will be awesome.  Here are ways, however, to make it even more awesome.

Things What Make Me Glee: Unique use of language and obscure/archaic words, historical accuracy, fiddly details, black humour, unconventional relationships, semi-colons, awkwardness, realistic dialogue, historically sensitive depictions of queer characters (which is to say-- three of my requests involve people or settings which are not modern; being queer in 1911 is not the same thing as being queer in 2010), UST, kisses, literary and historical references, sneaky nods to canon, endings which are also beginnings, snark, banter.

Things What Harsh My Squee: Non-con/rape, poor spelling and grammar, characters behaving OOC-ly, or being dumb for purposes of the plot

specifics under the cutlet )

... I think that is all the babbling I have in me on this subject for the moment.  If you've actually got this far, you are fab, and I hope I've given you a few ideas!  If you do have any questions about what I'll like, or are not sure about something, feel free to hit up the lovely [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn , as we kind of share a brain, and she's the next best thing to actually asking me.

Happy writing,

Cully

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