yuletide!

Jan. 3rd, 2012 04:01 am
hobbit_feets: (sh || GQ motherfuckers)
This is the post wherein I talk about Yuletide!

This year I got a fantastic fic, I See With My Eyes, in response to my prompt for Matrix fic dealing with trans* and/or genderqueer issues.  It approaches things in a very interesting way, and does so entirely with OCs, which is not something I'm usually huge on, but this fic does it very well.  It succinctly sculpts character and mood, and furthermore, was written at the last minute as a pinch hit, so go read! 

My own fic, which I may reveal as it is past the New Year, is this:

A Dream of Wind

A Peter Pan fanfiction, in which Mrs. Darling sorts through Mr. Darling's thoughts, and discovers the Neverland, amongst other Things.

I've wanted for aaaaages and ages and ages to write Peter Pan fic about Mr. Darling and Captain Hook, and this ended up being something else slightly to the left of that, but I am quite pleased with it nonetheless.

Also, thanks in part to [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn, and in part to the fact that the new Sherlock Holmes film came out last month, I am revisiting my love for Sherlock Holmes, and also have developed a mildly unhealthy obsession with Robert Downey, Jr.  I have been watching allllllll his films.  Even the bad eighties ones.  And the ones set in the court of Charles II that involve horrendous wigs.
hobbit_feets: (c'lebs || storyteller)
Hello, dearest darlingest Yuletide writer of fabulosity!

Are you excited for Yuletide?  You should be.  I am excited for Yuletide.  A pre-emptive thanks for putting yourself out there to write me something, as is tradition.  I am all sorts of excited to see what you come out with, and am sure it will be excellent and fabulous. Here are ways, however, to make it even more awesome.

Things Wot Delight Me and Make Me Roll Around: Unique use of language and obscure/archaic words, historical accuracy, fiddly details, black humour, unconventional relationships, semi-colons, realistic and well-rounded depictions of queer characters, awkwardness, realistic dialogue, UST, kisses, literary and historical references, worldbuilding sneaky nods to canon, endings which are also beginnings, snark, banter.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

details under the cutlet )

All of that said, if you already have a storm of ideas roiling around in your brain that have nothing to do with any of my rambling prompts, let them loose!  There is nothing quite so lovely as getting a fic for Yuletide that is something you never knew you wanted, but once written, is Everything You Ever Needed in a Fic.

If you have any further inquiries, I should direct you over to [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn, as we cohabitate in each other's brains.
hobbit_feets: (c'lebs || storyteller)
Hello, dearest darlingest Yuletide writer of fabulosity!

Are you excited for Yuletide?  You should be.  I am excited for Yuletide.  A pre-emptive thanks for putting yourself out there to write me something, as is tradition.  I am all sorts of excited to see what you come out with, and am sure it will be excellent and fabulous. Here are ways, however, to make it even more awesome.

Things Wot Delight Me and Make Me Roll Around: Unique use of language and obscure/archaic words, historical accuracy, fiddly details, black humour, unconventional relationships, semi-colons, realistic and well-rounded depictions of queer characters, awkwardness, realistic dialogue, UST, kisses, literary and historical references, worldbuilding 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

details under the cutlet )

All of that said, if you already have a storm of ideas roiling around in your brain that have nothing to do with any of my rambling prompts, let them loose!  There is nothing quite so lovely as getting a fic for Yuletide that is something you never knew you wanted, but once written, is Everything You Ever Needed in a Fic.

If you have any further inquiries, I should direct you over to [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn, as we cohabitate in each other's brains.
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
hobbit_feets: (dw || i think you need a)
In honour of the new year, Eight!icon.  Because, as we know, Eight is all about New Years.  He's a slag who kisses Earth girls at midnight.  I hope you all had a lovely and enjoyable New Years, with or without kisses from Earth girls.  Or Time Lords.

As for myself, I (or rather we- my darling flatmate Berni and myself) had a party.  And it was a proper old shindig at that; booze in enormous quantities, cookies and Dip made, kitchen cleaned 'til it was spotless, living room rearranged so as to be more conducive to sitting around, as one does at a party.  And all in all, my friends, I daresay it was a fucking awesome party.  [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn  may vouch for me here.  Far more people than I'd expected showed up, and there were all the things necessary at a party such as this: the token sick drunk, awkward snogging, drunken dancing (and singing), some drama (just enough but not too much), and shots of Bailey's topped with aerosole whipped cream- many blowjob jokes were made.  I went to sleep at six this morning with Berni sharing my mattress because the aforementioned token sick drunk was passed out on her bed.

Generally speaking, I am not the kind of person who really parties like that.  That in mind?  Damn proud of myself.  Also, my Dip was divine- I am also, quite reasonably, I think, proud of that.

In addition to the stereotypical partying, New Years of course means Yuletide reveals.  And so I present to you my crime for Yuletide this year:

A Theory of Quantum Mechanics
A Rosencrantz and Guildenstern fanfiction
(In which Guildenstern is bothered, and past lives are invented)


Possibly as per usual, I wrote it at the extreme last minute- more last minute than usual, actually.  Within two hours.  Considering that, I'm very pleased with how it turned out.  Even that aside, I think, I'm pleased with it.  Initially, I wanted to spend more time exploring the idea of the two of them telling stories about their nonexistant pasts, but I like the format that I played around with for this.  And the Schrodinger's cat thing, which came out of bloody nowhere.  I blame Zagreus.

Also, I just watched The End of Time, part Two.  I am... conflicted.  But I will post a proper reaction post later, once I've gathered my thoughts somewhat, and possibly given it a rewatch.
hobbit_feets: (dw || i think you need a)
In honour of the new year, Eight!icon.  Because, as we know, Eight is all about New Years.  He's a slag who kisses Earth girls at midnight.  I hope you all had a lovely and enjoyable New Years, with or without kisses from Earth girls.  Or Time Lords.

As for myself, I (or rather we- my darling flatmate Berni and myself) had a party.  And it was a proper old shindig at that; booze in enormous quantities, cookies and Dip made, kitchen cleaned 'til it was spotless, living room rearranged so as to be more conducive to sitting around, as one does at a party.  And all in all, my friends, I daresay it was a fucking awesome party.  [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn  may vouch for me here.  Far more people than I'd expected showed up, and there were all the things necessary at a party such as this: the token sick drunk, awkward snogging, drunken dancing (and singing), some drama (just enough but not too much), and shots of Bailey's topped with aerosole whipped cream- many blowjob jokes were made.  I went to sleep at six this morning with Berni sharing my mattress because the aforementioned token sick drunk was passed out on her bed.

Generally speaking, I am not the kind of person who really parties like that.  That in mind?  Damn proud of myself.  Also, my Dip was divine- I am also, quite reasonably, I think, proud of that.

In addition to the stereotypical partying, New Years of course means Yuletide reveals.  And so I present to you my crime for Yuletide this year:

A Theory of Quantum Mechanics
A Rosencrantz and Guildenstern fanfiction
(In which Guildenstern is bothered, and past lives are invented)


Possibly as per usual, I wrote it at the extreme last minute- more last minute than usual, actually.  Within two hours.  Considering that, I'm very pleased with how it turned out.  Even that aside, I think, I'm pleased with it.  Initially, I wanted to spend more time exploring the idea of the two of them telling stories about their nonexistant pasts, but I like the format that I played around with for this.  And the Schrodinger's cat thing, which came out of bloody nowhere.  I blame Zagreus.

Also, I just watched The End of Time, part Two.  I am... conflicted.  But I will post a proper reaction post later, once I've gathered my thoughts somewhat, and possibly given it a rewatch.
hobbit_feets: (w&i || you can have it for nothing)
HAPPY CHRISTMAS!

Look at that, all colourful and full of holiday cheer and Christmas spirit, etc etc.  I am positively brimming over with it.

It's certainly the weather for it, in any event.  It's been snowing since... oh, Wednesday evening, and I think we've accumulated about two feet since then.  Ridiculous, and it makes the roads hell, by all accounts, but bloody gorgeous, and I am nothing if not an aesthete.  It's snowing right now- of course it is- and it's snow like you see in the movies and all- thick and heavy and wet, swirling through the air, huge clumps of snowflakes that actually make a little noise when they hit the ground.  Just the softest of soft impacts against the heaps and billows of snow everywhere.  Looking out my window, it's like the only colours in the world are white and brown and green.

The AO3 is acting up, so I cannae see my Yuletide fic!  Rawr.  Personally, I don't see why they couldn't have just used the Yuletide archive as they've done in years past.  I mean, I get how the AO3 is a good thing, but it's still in beta, and prone to occasionally be a bit fussy, so hosting something huge like Yuletide on it seems a little backwards.  Especially when- as I'd wager is what's happened now- there's just so much going on there that's it's frozen up completely.
 
hark how the bells/sweet silver bells )


ETA: Let's see if this actually works now.  Before, it kept cutting off the entire first half of the post...
hobbit_feets: (w&i || you can have it for nothing)
HAPPY CHRISTMAS!

Look at that, all colourful and full of holiday cheer and Christmas spirit, etc etc.  I am positively brimming over with it.

It's certainly the weather for it, in any event.  It's been snowing since... oh, Wednesday evening, and I think we've accumulated about two feet since then.  Ridiculous, and it makes the roads hell, by all accounts, but bloody gorgeous, and I am nothing if not an aesthete.  It's snowing right now- of course it is- and it's snow like you see in the movies and all- thick and heavy and wet, swirling through the air, huge clumps of snowflakes that actually make a little noise when they hit the ground.  Just the softest of soft impacts against the heaps and billows of snow everywhere.  Looking out my window, it's like the only colours in the world are white and brown and green.

The AO3 is acting up, so I cannae see my Yuletide fic!  Rawr.  Personally, I don't see why they couldn't have just used the Yuletide archive as they've done in years past.  I mean, I get how the AO3 is a good thing, but it's still in beta, and prone to occasionally be a bit fussy, so hosting something huge like Yuletide on it seems a little backwards.  Especially when- as I'd wager is what's happened now- there's just so much going on there that's it's frozen up completely.
 
hark how the bells/sweet silver bells )


ETA: Let's see if this actually works now.  Before, it kept cutting off the entire first half of the post...
hobbit_feets: (lom || against the sky)
It's Christmas! And for Christmas, this lovely, sunny, snowy morn, I awoke to the most fabulous Yuletide fic one could ask for:

http://yuletidetreasure.org/archive/65/brotherlyaffection.html

This, my friends, is The Importance of Being Earnest slash. It is Jack/Algy slash. It's hilarious. The voices are so perfectly Wildean it's ridiculous, and the whole piece is flippant and frivolous and Algy has the most fantastic lines of droll dandyism, and it should be squee'd over, because it is awesome. That is a Christmas present. I am reminded, despite the madness of writing my entire fic in one night, and staying up dead tired to do it, why I love Yuletide. I love writing for people. I love writing for myself as well, of course- that's why one writes- but knowing that you've pleased someone by writing really is an immensely gratifying feeling.

You should all go read this! It's brilliant and lovely, and the author deserves to be told so.

On a slightly less charitable note, I went with la familia today to go see The Day The Earth Stood Still. Now, I know the original The Day The Earth Stood Still, made in... 1951, I think. It's one of those movies that's a family tradition. We know it and love it, and were very dubious about the remake, but figured- hey, why not? Might as well give it a chance, aye?

My feelings on this subject, having sat through the movie, can, I believe, be succinctly summed up thusly:

*facepalm*

The screenwriters somehow managed to completely miss the point of the original movie. There was almost nothing in common with the original; Gort and Klaatu went around killing people and blowing things up, they completely altered the message of the original, far too much focus was put on the (unique to the remake) sob story about Helen and her stepson, and his dead father... just no.  Klaatu didn't even get his epic speech at the end!   Altogether, an immensely unsatisfactory cinema experience.  There are just some movies which are good as is, I think.

This, for those of you unfamiliar with it, is the original The Day the Earth Stood Still.

The trailer for 'The Day the Earth Stood Still' (1951) )

Made of awesome and win.  And cheesy 50's theremin music.

hobbit_feets: (lom || against the sky)
It's Christmas! And for Christmas, this lovely, sunny, snowy morn, I awoke to the most fabulous Yuletide fic one could ask for:

http://yuletidetreasure.org/archive/65/brotherlyaffection.html

This, my friends, is The Importance of Being Earnest slash. It is Jack/Algy slash. It's hilarious. The voices are so perfectly Wildean it's ridiculous, and the whole piece is flippant and frivolous and Algy has the most fantastic lines of droll dandyism, and it should be squee'd over, because it is awesome. That is a Christmas present. I am reminded, despite the madness of writing my entire fic in one night, and staying up dead tired to do it, why I love Yuletide. I love writing for people. I love writing for myself as well, of course- that's why one writes- but knowing that you've pleased someone by writing really is an immensely gratifying feeling.

You should all go read this! It's brilliant and lovely, and the author deserves to be told so.

On a slightly less charitable note, I went with la familia today to go see The Day The Earth Stood Still. Now, I know the original The Day The Earth Stood Still, made in... 1951, I think. It's one of those movies that's a family tradition. We know it and love it, and were very dubious about the remake, but figured- hey, why not? Might as well give it a chance, aye?

My feelings on this subject, having sat through the movie, can, I believe, be succinctly summed up thusly:

*facepalm*

The screenwriters somehow managed to completely miss the point of the original movie. There was almost nothing in common with the original; Gort and Klaatu went around killing people and blowing things up, they completely altered the message of the original, far too much focus was put on the (unique to the remake) sob story about Helen and her stepson, and his dead father... just no.  Klaatu didn't even get his epic speech at the end!   Altogether, an immensely unsatisfactory cinema experience.  There are just some movies which are good as is, I think.

This, for those of you unfamiliar with it, is the original The Day the Earth Stood Still.

The trailer for 'The Day the Earth Stood Still' (1951) )

Made of awesome and win.  And cheesy 50's theremin music.

hobbit_feets: (icons || she is too fond of books)
YULETIDE FIC IS SUBMITTED!

I procrastinated shamefully on this one, but I stayed up all last night and ficced my little heart out, commiserated with friends also in the same boat, and generally deprived myself of sleep before I had to go into work.  But!  Point!  After trials and tribulations and rending of hair and pouting at my laptop, the fic was written!  And yea, even so was it submitted, and is now sitting comfortably in the Yuletide archives. 

Fuck yes, bitches; victory is mine. 

*ahem*

Next year, I swear I won't put off writing it for so long.  Sheesh.  Still, for all that, I'm quite fond of the thing.  It has themes.  And imagery.  As a pretentious git, these are things I'm exceedingly fond of.

hobbit_feets: (icons || she is too fond of books)
YULETIDE FIC IS SUBMITTED!

I procrastinated shamefully on this one, but I stayed up all last night and ficced my little heart out, commiserated with friends also in the same boat, and generally deprived myself of sleep before I had to go into work.  But!  Point!  After trials and tribulations and rending of hair and pouting at my laptop, the fic was written!  And yea, even so was it submitted, and is now sitting comfortably in the Yuletide archives. 

Fuck yes, bitches; victory is mine. 

*ahem*

Next year, I swear I won't put off writing it for so long.  Sheesh.  Still, for all that, I'm quite fond of the thing.  It has themes.  And imagery.  As a pretentious git, these are things I'm exceedingly fond of.

hobbit_feets: (Keys to the Kingdom)
Well, my Christmas was overall quite marvellous.  Coming down from Morris, it was rather shockingly warm in the Cities (read- above zero), which I enjoyed.  It seemed a bit abrupt, though, suddenly having parties and getting presents and suchlike, just because it didn't seem like Christmas at all up at uni, even though my floor made decorations and had a Secret Santa gift exchange and all.  Nice though, of course.  Seeing various aunts and uncles and cousins and things was lovely as well, and I curiously didn't mind answering all the slew of questions they had about university life.  

Now, the obligatory list of presents.


Hum, I'm sure there was probably more, but whatever 'tis has escaped me for now.  Oh well.  That is, after all, not the point of the season.  In theory.  Oh, alas for the modern society and all that rot.  In addition to these lovely pressies, I also got a fantastic Yuletide fic- http://www.yuletidetreasure.org/archive/40/talkingall.html

This fic, my friends, is all I ever could have asked for.  It's Oscar Wilde RPS, (sort of) set at the end of Robbie Ross's life, as he looks back on what he and Oscar had.  It also features little snippets of his life- a confrontation with Bosie at Oscar's funeral, subdued angst from Oscar, and perfectly in-character cleverness from them both.  It is beautiful.  Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful and just generally abso-fucking-lutely marvellous. [profile] truly_bohemian, I speak especially to you here when I recommend this fic.  Those of you who aren't [profile] truly_bohemian, you ought to read it as well.

Seeing various chums over hols has been ace as well, though many of them are returning to from whence they came and making further getting together and being groovy and friendlike impossible.  Bastards.

What else have I to say?  I don't know.  My two new(ish) obsessions have been growing, as is my wont with obsessions of any variety, to a frightening degree.  These two, of course, are the Boosh and Doctor Who.  Well, the Boosh really isn't new as such, just newer, you know.  I've started writing an epic Booshfic along the lines of some of the stuff from the first series; big adventure, you know, the two boys in another world searching for fantastic creatures in order to avoid having to pretend to be the zoo's adorable gay couple.  But it'll backfire, of course.  How, after all, can we have Booshfic without teh slash.  

I also have joined the ranks of the [profile] booshhethaven-ers.  It ought to be a laugh, at any rate. 

And a variety of other things, I'm sure
hobbit_feets: (Keys to the Kingdom)
Well, my Christmas was overall quite marvellous.  Coming down from Morris, it was rather shockingly warm in the Cities (read- above zero), which I enjoyed.  It seemed a bit abrupt, though, suddenly having parties and getting presents and suchlike, just because it didn't seem like Christmas at all up at uni, even though my floor made decorations and had a Secret Santa gift exchange and all.  Nice though, of course.  Seeing various aunts and uncles and cousins and things was lovely as well, and I curiously didn't mind answering all the slew of questions they had about university life.  

Now, the obligatory list of presents.


Hum, I'm sure there was probably more, but whatever 'tis has escaped me for now.  Oh well.  That is, after all, not the point of the season.  In theory.  Oh, alas for the modern society and all that rot.  In addition to these lovely pressies, I also got a fantastic Yuletide fic- http://www.yuletidetreasure.org/archive/40/talkingall.html

This fic, my friends, is all I ever could have asked for.  It's Oscar Wilde RPS, (sort of) set at the end of Robbie Ross's life, as he looks back on what he and Oscar had.  It also features little snippets of his life- a confrontation with Bosie at Oscar's funeral, subdued angst from Oscar, and perfectly in-character cleverness from them both.  It is beautiful.  Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful and just generally abso-fucking-lutely marvellous. [profile] truly_bohemian, I speak especially to you here when I recommend this fic.  Those of you who aren't [profile] truly_bohemian, you ought to read it as well.

Seeing various chums over hols has been ace as well, though many of them are returning to from whence they came and making further getting together and being groovy and friendlike impossible.  Bastards.

What else have I to say?  I don't know.  My two new(ish) obsessions have been growing, as is my wont with obsessions of any variety, to a frightening degree.  These two, of course, are the Boosh and Doctor Who.  Well, the Boosh really isn't new as such, just newer, you know.  I've started writing an epic Booshfic along the lines of some of the stuff from the first series; big adventure, you know, the two boys in another world searching for fantastic creatures in order to avoid having to pretend to be the zoo's adorable gay couple.  But it'll backfire, of course.  How, after all, can we have Booshfic without teh slash.  

I also have joined the ranks of the [profile] booshhethaven-ers.  It ought to be a laugh, at any rate. 

And a variety of other things, I'm sure
hobbit_feets: (Naked)
It's 4:10, and I'm sitting in the 24-hour computer lab (oh, how I love thee) typing up a paper on a Freudian analysis of gender and power in M. Butterfly and The Tempest which was due on Monday, but which I got out of turning in on account of the fact that I was 'sick.'  It's a marvellous thing, having Health Services be in the same building as your dorm.  I am dressed in pyjamas and eating a Snickers bar.  I am also simultaneously reading fanfiction and (as you see) updating my livejournal.  I feel at the moment that I am the heart and soul of the consummate university student. 

I should add, however, that the paper is coming along well;  I'm nearly to the end of the third page, all I need is four, and I've not even yet begun to talk about M. Butterfly.  Furthermore, I have plenty of time in which to finish the paper, unlike last night, when I was up all night writing a script version of the myth of Demeter and Persephone, but didn't actually start it until 4:30, therefore causing quite a few problems of time.  But I got it done in the end, which is all that really matters.

I need to write a paper on a 'Hero's Journey' in my life.  Not that it necessarily has to be heroic, merely that it must follow the template of the heroic journey- the call to action, the refusal, the first threshold, allies and enemies, approach to the cave, the supreme ordeal, etc.  At the moment, I can think of nothing that fulfills those requirements, mostly because I can think of very few instances wherein there is a 'refusal'- at least not for something I had to work for.  Being in a play or writing a story or whatever.  Plenty of refusal when it comes to applying for a job or doing homework, but that doesn't really work here... oh well.  Perhaps I'll just make something up.  I've an active enough imagination, surely.

I was mad to sign up for Yuletide.  My muse is off frolicking on Mount Parnassus, and I want her back.

I should probably stop procrastinating and finish my paper.

Gods, my life is so mundane...

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