So recent fandom musings:

+ Alice - This is a two part mini-series that aired on SyFy a few weeks ago that has Andrew Lee-Potts as Hatter and the girl who plays Alice is kick-ass and amazing. I heard about this through fanvids popping up in my Youtube sub box. It's a lovely modern take with an Alice that is a black belt in karate and a wonderful Wonderland universe. The relationship between Alice/Hatter is lovely and Jack is dashing and reminds me alot of Scott Gill (Barrowman's partner). Tim Curry even pops up at one point. It's all available to watch on Youtube HERE

+ Misfits - I probably forgot to mention on here that I have been watching the series and OMG I FUCKING LOVE IT! This so is so hilarious yet deliciously dark at the same time. If you haven't watched yet I urge you to at http://www.channel4.com/catchup.

Now for my thoughts on the finale: ( SAVE ME BARRY! )

+ Merlin ( Merlin 2x13 - Last Of The Dragon Lords )

Alright, so I've been sitting on this for about a month and a half, and the only person I've told is Adi (for the obvious reasons). Even though I've been sort of squirming with the desire to just TELL YOU ALL, but that would be no fun, and I dearly wanted this to be fun. So let's tell a story!

A few months ago, I asked for a few volunteers to help me crit and edit original fiction. Some brave, kind souls agreed, and consequently had to put up with reading my original stories and offering crit. Except they suck because they still don't offer enough crit. CRIT IS TELLING ME WHAT'S WRONG GUYS, NOT WHAT'S RIGHT kdasjfoiajs;flksd but I love you anyway ♥ Anyway.

Two months ago, I posted one particular short story. It was one that I was very nervous about showing anyone, because this was the world of my nano. These were my two main characters; the relationship that would drive the whole story forward. But I figured that nervousness or not, I needed help, right? So I posted it to the crit group filter.

At the beginning of the entry, I included this line: Do you guys ever do something crazy and then five minutes later are like..."what the hell did i just do and why?" That's because, about ten minutes earlier, I'd had a bit of a spontaneous nervous breakdown and had sent the story in to Reflection's Edge, my favorite e-zine for genre fiction. I love it to death. It has stories by Dru Pagliassotti, the author of Clockwork Heart. I didn't know that when I fell in love with RE, but I was looking through the archives and THERE SHE WAS and I sort of swooned in my seat.

Point is, I sent it in. A week and a half later, the editor of Reflection's Edge wrote back and told me that she'd loved it, and would love to host it on RE.

Then I told Adi, who squealed with me. Then I didn't say anything.

Well, the Holiday issue was released today. And there's my story, right there among them.

Viy.

RIGHT THERE. THAT'S MY BABY. THAT'S MY DARLING BABY BOY, MY POOR PRECIOUS BABY WHO DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO AND HAS SUCH A HARD TIME OF IT ALL oh i love him so much /sobs

Anyway. Please read, and I hope you all enjoy!

P.S. seriously guys CRIT MEANS CRITICISM.

ha. ahahahahaha that's my baby.

NEW LAPTOP FTW! I named it Soren * U * And now I set my wallpaper to alternate between this fire one and this smoke one because I'm lame like that. I LOVE WINDOWS 7'S USELESS BUT FUN FEATURES.

Holy Rassilon: ( Master Pics - Spoilers for the end of time ) I need new pants and a cold shower.......I'll be in my bunk if you need me.

For my New Year's resolution next year, I want to finish at least three fanfictions which I've either already began writing or haven't started yet. However, I'm not exactly sure which ones to pick, so I'll leave it up to you. Please vote or else I have no idea what the heck I'm going to write next year! Thanks.

Edit:
Oops, forgot to mention that X isn't part of the poll because I'm planning to finish writing it by New Year's, so there's not much of a point in including it.

Edit again:
LOL I tried voting and apparently I can vote for myself, so now you can see the random stuff I picked. Oops :'D

( Poll under cut to save space. )

Title: (Un)Lovely
Rating: P-13
Pairing: Cassie/Sid (one sided). Mentions of Sid/Michelle.
Disclaimer: Skin's isn't mine. Blah blah blah.
Summary: Effy gives Cassie the brutal advice she needs after she discovers about Sid/Michelle's relationship.
Word Count: 584
Notes/Warnings: Written as a part of comment_fic. Angst. Cassie's fragile state of mind. Brief mention of anorexia.

( Her voice was now a sing-song screeching crescendo, wafting to-and-fro through the air as she swung her head wildly, long blonde hair frantic in the wind. )

You can always tell when I'm lurking around on people's journals because I always return with random memes! Hurrah!


( Writing Meme )

Dad has really anoyed me at dinner - Jenny was laugthing at my crush on James May and brought up the question of 'how can you fancy someone like him?'. To which my Dad cut in with 'Well she obviously just fancies gay icons' which made my mum (whose is very innocent) to ask about what a gay icon is so we explained about people like cher and the woman who plays dorothy as well as all the male icons. My Mum was very confused by this which sent my Dad in to a big rant about 'how we could never know what THEY were thinking or why THEY thought that as gays and gay culture is so strange'. (Really emphasising on the they).He just continued on this big homophobic rant focusing on the they and us as well as making it seem as if all gay people lived in a mad impenetrable culture that was freaky and horrible.

It has been ages since I have had to sit through one of my parents 'gays are evil and immoral' rants. I am glad they are going out tonight so that I don't have to sit and listen to them. It should just make me angry but it doesn't for long I get more upset than angry. Home should be a place were you are safe and happy and can escape the fights and struggles of everyday life but my parents stop it being like that for me and make home a place of hatred.

Plus it's all rubbish as there is no way Gene Hunt is a gay icon so his whole point about me only liking gay icons is total bollocks.

( III - part d )

( III - part c )

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( III - part b )

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IT'S REALLY LONG THIS TIME :'D

Also, beware of strange formatting and flashback confusion. It was really fun to edit the latter part of III! </sarcasm>

Info: One-shot (will be posted in parts)
Status: WIP, 8401 words (third part)
Genre: Suspense, and also Angst, apparently
Rating: M (for strong language and themes)
Pairing: Smoker/Ace eventually
Summary: [AU] Do the evolution.

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I'm homeeeeeee ♥

My rabbit just had to be put down - he was 71/2 years old and I hand reared him since he was a baby. I miss him already. Poor little thing *cries*

Um, this isn't the right day. -twitches- I hate doing that. But it's a first time answering the Writer's Block on the incorrect day, so I guess it's okay. Maybe.

ANYWAYS.

My best friend in reality is Cliiiiiiiiiive and she does not go on LJ but she is awesome! We've known each other since kindergarten and have been friends ever since! So we've loved each other's company for over half our lives! Um let me see... whoa. 12 years? That cannot be! Already?! :'D

Then my best friend on the Internet is Hosio. She is very awesome too! We met on LJ (thank you smoace comm, you let me meet someone wonderful in Poland of all places) and started talking to each other after she offered to explain how trains worked to me. Kind of random, but I never want to leave her ever ever ever. And um whoa. It's not even been a year yet. That cannot be! So little?! :'D

And of course there's also the many other people I've grown to love. I just mentioned Clive because she's like my twin that never was, and Hosio because she can read my mind and she's my unofficial hubby yey!

I feel like a very lucky munchkin right now. :'>

So it's 4:30 in the morning and I woke up because I had a nightmare, and I'm reading over my essay trying to revise it and trying not to think of a hundred other things, and I suppose I got sentimental.

Dear Adi:

I'm sorry I keep missing you on Skype lately. Everything's so busy, and the next few days are going to be the same. I still have to finish this paper and revise this other one and take a final later today. That's not going to be very fun. Then it's off home, finally, but I'll have internet so I'll be able to talk. Even though we'll be six hours away, and not five.

But I just wanted to tell you that you are seriously one of my best friends in the entire world. You're pretty much everything I ever wanted in a bff. Because I know that sometimes I like to hide behind everything, not because I'm scared but because it's so much less troublesome, and I know that when I get upset or when someone disappoints me I like to smile and say "it's okay; it's okay that they disappointed me, because they're people and how could I expect any better?" But in the end I do get hurt, and I'm just lying to myself when I say that I try to have low expectations of others so that I don't get hurt, because I always have high expectations anyway.

Look, what I'm trying to say is this:

You are the only person I've ever met who refuses to take my bullshit and who tries to drag me out anyway. You are the only person I've ever met who would send me a hundred e-mails a day, even though you know it might make me roll my eyes, just because I haven't been around in a week. You're the only person I've ever met who would call me at four in the morning because you want to tell me good news, even though you know I'm asleep and (were I not intelligent enough to keep my volume off at night for this very eventuality) would definitely get up and yell at you and hang up five times before I tell you congratulations and then say UGH and go back to bed. You are the only person I've ever met who pushes me and prods me and pokes me and refuses to let me stay where I am, because YOU want to spend time with me regardless of whether I want to take a nap.

And that is everything I ever wanted in a friend.

Because in the end I'm just this awkward, small, scared little person who wants people to notice her but is too scared of intruding or offending or annoying to make more than a cursory effort, and all I ever wanted was someone who would take that bullshit and not leave. And be selfish with me, and yell at me, and laugh with me, and say "look I don't care if you want to take a nap STAY UP AND KEEP ME COMPANY." All I ever wanted was someone who would like me so much that they'd want to talk to me whenever, and bug me whenever, and who would send me a dozen e-mails yelling at me to get on Skype when they know I'm at work and won't get home until evening.

All I ever wanted was someone who liked me enough to be selfish with me. Who would like me enough to be unselfish with me. Who wants me to spend time with them because somehow, for some reason, they honestly liked me. And you do that, and even though I might have yelled at you and gotten angry if you'd actually woken me up at two in the morning (because really adi YOU CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO BELIEVE THAT IS OKAY), I would have gone to sleep smiling.

You've called airports for me, and you've typed up hand-written essays for me, and you've stayed up for me and been angry for me and been upset for me and been annoying for me, and you've been a bad person for me and you've been a good person for me, and you wrote me terrible, hilarious e-mails about people we don't discuss for me, and you've forced yourself to be brave and told me you were angry at me for me, and...look, I will never be able to tell you how much I love you for that. NOT IN A ROMANTIC WAY SO STOP LOOKING AT THE COMPUTER SCREEN WITH THE GAIUS EYEBROW LOOK OKAY (you told me that once for me, also).

I'm just saying. You are one of my best friends in the entire world. You will never know how much I appreciate everything you do for me. Because in the end, all I ever wanted was someone who would like me enough to not leave, and you are that person.

Yes, I'm crying. Don't make fun of me you whore. You're just as much of a crybaby as I am.

ilu adi. Never change.

Consider this the longer version of the time capsule I wrote you.

If we're still not best friends in ten and twenty and fifty years' time, I will not rest until I make it so that we are again. For everything you've done for me, and everything you've given me, that is the least I can do.