teylaminh: (Freedom)
Yeah, I know, they're never that interesting.  Look, do you want these or the ones about y-k-w again?  Right. Thought so. :P

So. Buffy dream.

Before I do, however: my subconscious has a landscape all of its own.  It has a little world that the dreams inhabit.  Parts of it claim to be real places.  I know this because I've dreamt about them before, and they re-occur.  There's a bit that's like Greece, or Ancient Rome, with lots of ruined stone architecture.  There's the great wooden tower, whose actual construction still hasn't been revealed to me entirely.  There's swimming baths; there's a round, bottomless pool set deep into Grecian rock; there's a whole system of underground tunnels; there's a theatre; there's a place that seems to be Devon, or possibly Dover, or some combination of the two; there's a city, with a great, glass tower block; and there's a garden.  That's just the start of it.  Trying to map it is impossible, though, because the places are completely unrelated geographically and physically, only tenuously linked.

(The dream with Aisha and Crystal the other night, I believe, actually happened in the wooden tower, now I come to remember properly.)

So, last night's Buffy dream happened in the place that claims to be Devon.  And, as usual, it would make a very good (admittedly fantasy) fic could I remember all of it.  Not all of the characters were there; Buffy and Spike were there, as were Willow and Tara, and quite possibly Anya, but I think that's it.  And I was there, though at one point I was Buffy (even though I was talking to her at the time...)

Anyway.  Aside from being in Devon (my subconscious was very specific about this matter) and mostly outisde, there was also a house.  Which I've also dreamt about before.  Only now it's gottten bigger.  It only seems to have one staircase, though, which implies the damn thing's only getting taller... but the house was a very important aspect of the dream.  There was an enemy character (who was male, but that's all I remember) and... there was an aeroplane.  The first random section I remember was being in a car, driving along Devon-esque roads (only there weren't such high hedges) and said plane flying low above the ground right over the car.  It later turned out that the enemy person had a plan where he was shipping (or flying) out various people to somewhere, whilst keeping the other half locked in a big gothic house (which rather oddly resembles the big gothic pirate caves that I dreamed about the other night.  How bizarre.)

Enter the Buffy cast, apparently on holiday or just there for some reason that must have made sense at the time.  And the next random section, where they - or we, since I was there, but they didn't seem to be that I noticed - were exploring said house.  There was a boy there who was either Gus from EastEnders or Gunn from Angel.  We were exploring every room.  Then, on reaching the top floor, I think Xander was there because he was complaining in case they all got killed.  On the top floor, the room opened up into a big, white, wooden deck type area, that was open to the elements and build partway into the cliff face, which had a slight incline down to a beach, where there were six motor boats docked.  These boats, apparently, proved what we'd all suspected from the beginning, that the enemy-type man was indeed shipping half of his guests (? - that made sense in my head) out to who knows where.  They'd be put on the boats, shipped to the opposite beach (it was quicker than going by road, apparently) and onto the aeroplane.  The other half got imprisoned.

Then someone apparently spotted us, and we scrambled up the cliff.  My flatmate Lydia was there, and she was lagging behind, and because we slowed down and the sand was shifting beneath our feet, we got caught, and had the privilege of being the last to board the plane, which was apparently the worst punishment, the lack of available seats meaning that the final few boarders needed to sit around the edges, like on a boat.  This is more or less where I remember it to the end.

There was a whole bit missing when we were on the boats.  After the boats was a long trek over the Devon hills to the plane.  The hills were very green, and yellow, with dry-mud gaps where there should have been hedgerows.  The sky was a brilliant pale blue, but there was no sun.  I've dreamt of these hills before; the last time, they were in a dream with the theatre (though it was small, then, too; it's grown since) and underground tunnels, and the mad rabbit guy from The Red Thread...

Then I was Buffy, and also talking to Buffy - I think I'm starting to figure out that this is the subconsious equivalent of writing a third person story from the perspective of one character - and... she was walking arm-in-arm with Willow, who had split with Tara earlier in the proceedings over something.  I remember her saying, "I'm so sorry, Will, this was all my fault." - the fact that they'd gotten caught and couldn't get out of it.  Then they passed the other half of the guests, as they were being ushered into the big gothic house, and - of course - Spike was there.  He was part of the group, and the same punishment applied to the house people, too, being last to go in.  Buffy/me/whoever broke off from Willow for a moment saying that she'd catch up, and ran over to attract Spike's attention, whereby they hugged and got all the goodbyes over with in the few seconds they had left before they got seperated.  She told him she loved him, and it was almost the opposite of 'Chosen', in that he acted like he believed her.  It was gloriously angsty, but kinda hard to describe any other way.  Then he got dragged off and Buffy ran after Willow to catch up.  They were talking about something; at that point, Tara went past with Dawn (?), talking about the time apart from Willow and how she didn't want it to be that way any more, and that she'd gone out with someone else very briefly during their split.  Willow overheard; she was then in tears, sobbing to Buffy that she'd remained faithful, and it wasn't fair.  Which Tara overheard (she was rather loud...) and Buffy told Willow to go and talk to Tara (for some reason, it was important that they all remained together, which is why they were walking in twos.)

Then Buffy was talking to possibly-Anya, saying "I told him I loved him.  And you know...?  I think maybe I do."  Which just made it even worse, even though she seemed to be at peace with the situation.  They were, in fact, the last to board the plane, which was now looking more like a ferry...  There was a strange bit where Buffy threw an empty bottle over a balcony section, resulting in a scream from below, but nothing came of it other than that...  They were flying low over the roads and hills, and Buffy was looking for the gothic house in hopes that she could see Spike and wave goodbye, but it was nowhere to be found.

And that was pretty much it, since that's when I woke up.

It was just one of those dreams that left me with such a feeling, I had to write it down.  However, I then figured out how it might have ended, and the significance of the empty bottle (other than, maybe, it having something to do with Eni...)  See, the reason the house and the plane were so full is that they had to be filled to capacity or the enemy person's boss would say he hadn't met his quota of captives.  So every last seat needed to be filled.  So, by throwing the bottle, Buffy had managed to possibly kill the person it landed on.  So then they'd have to go and get someone from the house to fill the plane quota (I think the house was less important because it could just be filled up when the next few people arrived) which would, of course, be Spike, because he was the last one in.  Or something.  It made sense when I thought it, anyway.

So, that was that.

oh, god...

Feb. 24th, 2004 02:17 am
teylaminh: (Default)
i'd completely forgotten how utterly fantastically adorable and hysterical this fic was.  though i must really learn not to read the damn thing at 2am...  and i'm only on chapter 3.  the really funny bit starts in chapter 4. oh dear...

:D

incidentally, that chapter four cookery section? that's me. i mean, seriously.
teylaminh: (Default)
in reference to this comment conversation, beneath the cut lies the first bit of [livejournal.com profile] thefleshfailure's birthday present, because it's easier than printing it off...

Drutania, the Queen of the Fairies )

of course, i would have done it sooner, had i not needed to go away to redownload interesting fonts first...

and then, this is stolen off [livejournal.com profile] herringprincess...

First Online Fandom: X-Files, probably. That was the first I went on message boards for...
Current Online Fandom: Buffy/Farscape/Pirates of the Caribbean, mainly. The other fandoms are less online-y.
First Fandom Crush: Meep. Er. Mulder. I know, I know...
Current Fandom Crush: Spike, obviously (Season 4 eyeliner-Spike takes precedence over most...) Niles Crane. Jack Sparrow (yes, I am a sheep.) Joe Gillis, but that comes and goes, and you all know the reason *mutters*. And... oh, go on then. Doyle. I'm sure there's more than that. Oh, wait. Julian Bashir. :)
First Fanfic Pairing You Wrote: Mulder/Scully.
Latest Fanfic Pairing You Wrote: Buffy/Spike, probably...
teylaminh: (Jealous Vampire Crap (animated))
the bbc2 repeats of season 7 of buffy are on friday nights/saturday mornings at 1.00am. apparently. notice their fantastic advertising of this fact, as usual...
teylaminh: (Jealous Vampire Crap (animated))
had another buffy dream last night. would make a very interesting fic if i could remember it...

it was very bizarre, now i come to think about it. most of it took place in a house, which was possibly buffy's, but also possibly not. and i remember the following characters being there: buffy, spike, willow, tara, giles, and andrew. probably some others, but they weren't important.

now, i know it had a plot at one point. and i remember (frighteningly) that spike appeared to be wearing a terrifying green anorak/parka type jacket. with a big shazza pocket on the front. we won't dwell on that. :) um. it seemed to be an episode. and i think they were... trying to trick buffy? possibly. i know that i saw the 'trick' twice over, once from buffy's point of view, and then again from everyone else's, so i knew how it was done. and she was pregnant, and it was meant to be spike's, or that's what she wanted him to believe, and he was being aloof and trying to pretend he didn't want anything to do with her. (badfic, ho!) she wasn't obviously pregnant. i think she'd just found out...

ah! yes! and then giles made them take a vote on whether or not she should keep it (because it was spike's...) and... she voted for 'yes', as did tara, willow sided with giles' 'no', and then spike finally voted for 'yes', and caused buffy to leap on him with a hug. though he pushed her off afterwards. this was apparently a good thing, though, a sort of defining step between the two of them, and buffy was happy about it...

and then there was this random bit where they were all sat at the dinner table, and they were trying to figure out how old spike was (which i think i was doing before i fell asleep, which could explain it...) and, for some reason, andrew was a vampire, too. and he was about 1000 years old. hm. except then they were like "you're not a vampire, nimrod..." which was weird...

anyway. then it was me, and i was upstairs in my room at home. and i thought we'd moved house, but all my furniture was in my room, and the room looked bigger, and then i realised we hadn't moved house at all. so i turned on the computer, all set to turn the manicness of the buffy dream into a fanfic (ye gods, my entire subconscious is post-modern...) and then it was christmas eve. and i was living with my grandmother.

somehow we ended up in an argument about something, that then turned into me trying to tell her that buffy wasn't anti-christian (or some such), which she wouldn't listen to. and i believe i was trying to explain because we were having spike over for dinner (hey, wouldn't that be fun?) but in the end we agreed to disagree and i went upstairs to sulk. and then i was trying to text him (?) or at least someone, to say please could i go around there for dinner instead because i didn't want to stay at home. and then she came upstairs and we attempted apologies, and after that i don't remember much. although i do remember gushing a lot about buffy and how it was more than 'some girl killing things'...

wow. bizarre.

wish i could remember the episode part properly, though. would make interesting ficcingness...

also, on the plus side, it turns out purging of any kind - including the projectile-vomiting-of-bodily-fluids kind - is generally rather good for you, as i'm feeling much better today. i was all full of the joys of spring this morning, but less so now it's gotten dark...
teylaminh: (Love)
This is something I was thinking about at about three o'clock this morning, whilst trying to get to sleep (despite being tired, oh, six hours earlier...) but I thought I'd share it. We all know (and if we don't, where have we been, pray?) that I'm a shipper of the highest order. I am, in fact, a Professional, except I don't get paid. If, however, I could earn a pound for every 'ship I've managed to predict before it happened or was obviously going to happen, I would be a very rich lady.

So. This post is going to be long, and in it, I shall attempt to explain, for no reason at all other than I feel like it, what couples I ship for (in the main, anyway; I'll exclude the various movie ones because they're ultimately pointless, with a few exceptions as you'll see...), when I did, and why, and any associated rants. But I'll try to keep the rants short. :)

Feel free to comment/critique/add your own. It's a free-for-all. I'd appreciate feedback on my ramblings, if only to commend my efforts. :)

1 - Buffy, Farscape, X-Files )

There was going to be more of this, but I can no longer type, so will finish it tomorrow. Or probably not tomorrow, because I have an essay to start. Perhaps after essayness. Anyway. There will be much more. I have many fandoms still to do...
teylaminh: (Hold Me)
bob monkhouse is dead... there goes a little bit more of britain...

anyway, on a less morbid note, have some randomosity:

~ [livejournal.com profile] translucent has converted me to being a predictive text user. although so far i've had to teach my phone the word 'frell', unsurprisingly, and it persists in using 'of' instead of 'me'. but nevertheless, it's considerably quicker and not as annoying and confusing as i first thought, and i'm going to kill her, because it gives me one less thing to complain about. ;)
~ just watched the first third of the three-night most haunted live, and am continually inspired to write an original story about similar characters... but i'll probably explain that more if and when i ever get around to writing it...
~ got the evanescence my immortal single. it's way better than the album version - the vocals and the arrangement in general is better, the video is pretty, and just wow. everyone buy it!
~ watched a mid-season episode of the 10th kingdom at random today. most of you probably haven't got a clue, but here's the buffy cast crossover version, which'll never get written, but is fun to do anyway...

virginia - buffy
tony - giles
wolf - spike (pointy teeth; major predator issues...)
wendell - xander
the queen - willow
snow white - tara (don't ask. that makes sense in context.)
troll king - riley (*snigger*)

and there it sort of falls apart because i've forgotten most of the characters. but yes... i definitely have some sort of incurable disease. ;)
teylaminh: (Default)
xander/dawn shippers scare me... i mean, even more than the dawn/spike-rs... at least that's based even remotely in canon... although, i suppose there was the end of that one episode with the xander&dawn conversation, but still...
teylaminh: (Buffy - Jealous Vampire Crap)
icon!

not my best, but i just had to... i love that entire sequence and the doodle needed to be an icon... i debated between 'jealous vampire crap' and 'tall, dark & forehead'...

*grin*

spike's snarkiness only makes me love him more. :D
teylaminh: (Jealous Vampire Crap (animated))
so. "chosen". cuts and minor rants thereof shortly, after this announcement, for anyone that missed it: as of 16th january, the entire of season 7 will be shown again, weekly, with late night uncut repeats. so, hurrah for someone being sensible... (i get the impression, more often than not, that there is one single solitary geek on the scheduling team...)

right, so, the cuts were, as i wrote them down:

1) last night, for starters, i'm pretty sure they cut the first saying "that bitch..." to spike. not that important, but annoying nonetheless.

2) when she 'split' caleb, we only saw the upward motion. it was meant to be buffy slamming the scythe between his legs, his wide-eyed expression of horror, and then the upward slice. and here's the really stupid thing - they kept angel saying "okay, now i'm pissed" - and, in fact, much of the other cursing throughout that was too hard to cut. more on that later...

3) the conversation between robin and faith was severely cut, too. during the whole "i am so much prettier than you" thing, there was a whole section missed out. faith was supposed to say "that was rock 'em, sock 'em!" (in response to the sex...), and then they cut robin's truly fantastic, "don't get me wrong, it was nice enough, and you're very... uh... 'enthused'..." or whatever it was. i'd go to buffyworld to get the exact quote, but yeah, it was missed out. annoying, though not exactly vital...

4) the final battle was cut lots, too, i imagine, but from what i specifically remember, i think they edited the stabbing-of-buffy somewhat. i'm pretty sure that we actually saw the sword going through her and then out again before, rather than just the wound.

5) anya. it was a blink-and-you-miss it moment to begin with, so quick they shouldn't really have had to cut it at all. but cut it, they did, so we didn't see anya getting sliced in half. in fact, the only way we would have known anya had died would be from the shot of her lying on the ground, and xander's conversation with andrew at the end.

6) and here's where my point about the cursing comes in: they cut spike's truly fantastic "oh, bollocks..." as the amulet does its thing. i really wish they'd left that in. it seems like a very insignificant line, really, but the fact that it's there at all is to remind us that it's spike, and even when he's saving the world, he doesn't change... :)

frell, i miss spike. :( am going to have to watch season 4 of angel... am also regrettably going to have to write the post-chosen fic. bugger.

i think i'll type up the plan for that, actually... then you can all talk me out of it...

much of what i said about 'chosen' the last time still holds - though i'm more coherent this time - but here's a little more i noticed... firstly, that standing-on-opposite-sides-of-the-room thing is still very cruel, but it's spawned so much missing-scene fic i probably shouldn't complain. the other buffy/spike scene seemed so much better this time around - and i'm going to have to make an icon of the angel doodle, because it's so funny...

the final battle - the entire ending, in fact - seemed so much more poignant this time. maybe because i wrote the counterpoint fic having not seen it for ages, and it seemed to fit. i don't know. but anyway, i whimpered muchly at the 'i love you' and spike burning up never fails to get to me anyway, not because it's spike (although that's part of it; they always kill the best ones. bastards.) but because it just makes me think about what he sacrifices, and more importantly, what he didn't get a chance to sacrifice. the fact that even when he's on the brink of death he puts buffy first and the fact that, my god, she so doesn't deserve it.

*sigh. mutters* i could go on and on about this; watching 'end of days' yesterday only made it worse. i've been totally on spike's side since 'crush', so i suppose i'm biased...

oh, and the bit with robin's "surprise..." - the look on faith's face. it's so much a "you bastard..." expression. :D

anyway. i'll stop. here's the plan of the fic, cut for your convenience. all are entitled to comment except [livejournal.com profile] falling_softly, on a matter of principle. :P

Death by Cliché - a working title )

you can kill me now :)

additional fic bit )
teylaminh: (Book)
party

well, it was actually quite nice. laura and naomi (jemma and becky's friends) did come, bearing their pizzas; hence, we had rather a lot of plates of sandwiches (think four) between three of us, plus sausage rolls and crisps (which - ha! - did get eaten) and the cake that i made (more on that later) and rice krispie cakes, amongst others. so needless to say there are lots left... anyway, we played that game where you stick a post-it on someone's head, and then have to guess who you've got on your own head. (i ended up as madonna - and no, i did not cheat - and jim carrey respectively...) after that the party sort of disbanded to jemma's room, so me and vicky and the other laura went to vicky's room and drank what remained of the alcohol. and watched "stitch - the movie", which is apparently hilarious at 2am when you're drunk... (hence, most of the comments i replied to last night happened in a semi-tipsy state...)

anyway. the cake. well, the chocolate cake worked better than the other one, but they both sank (which is partially the fault of the oven, i realise, since the gas marks aren't labelled so i'm pretty much guessing where gas mark four is...) i put the chocolate one on the bottom, spread it liberally with vimto jam and chocolate fudge (which was rather thick because it's meant to cover and fill a cake, not just fill it) and then put the vanilla cake on top of that and the remains of the fudge. then i set about making satin icing for the First Time Ever.

amazingly, it worked. it was a little dry, but after some liberal kneading and punching it all stuck together. then i tried to dye it red. oh dear. oh dear, oh dear. see, we have this paste food colouring, which is marvellous stuff. but have you ever tried colouring icing that you've already mixed? remember when you tried to make orange plasticine at school from red and yellow by blending it? think along those lines... in the end i got a sort of dark salmon pink that looked red enough to be red. and i looked like i'd committed a bloody and horrific murder with my bare hands...

they're still very slightly pink, to be honest. anyway, then began the very fun task of trying to roll it out. suspecting it might dye the table, i tried icing-sugaring my cutting board. it stuck tot he cutting board. same was true of tinfoil. eventually i managed to spread it out on clingfilm, but by this stage it had dried out, so i'd added water which made it go gloopy so i had to add more icing sugar and the kitchen looked like it had been snowed on, and get it on the top of the cake. except it was too dried out to cover the whole thing, so it ended up with a sort of... hat... of icing.

then i decorated it (the best bit) with mini-meringues and writing icing and made it very pretty.

the general concensus was that it was a) edible and b) rather nice. so that's something... picture of the cake and the table coming later...

moving on.

dream

it's been a while since i had a good vivid (and bizarre) dream to type up. parts of this i barely remember, and parts i remember very well indeed (you won't be surprised by which parts, trust me...) and it left me feeling alternately warm and fuzzy and utterly terrified...

what i remember of the beginning is lisa and bart simpson, very briefly. also showers. and the playing of CDs. this section did have a plot, of sorts, but i only remember fragments of it now. but i do remember that bart and lisa turned up right at the end of the first section, which led into the next section by the fact that they were both servants in a grand house, and their job was to clean the showers...

the next section was the servants. there was a mixed bunch of them. the 'leader', or the one who seemed to be ordering the rest around, anyway, looked a lot like my heather character from the first novel-that-never-was, only... more bossy... there was also an old butler/gardener type person of the riff-raff sort of appearance, and other maids, etc, one of whom was me. except this was one of those dreams where i was alternately watching it, or jumping from character to character, so for a while i was one of the maids, and briefly i was the leader character. oh, and there was also a bloke who looked like westley from the princess bride, who seemed to be the love interest for the heather-character... wow, this was more confusing than i thought...

anyway, the guy who ran the house was ranting completely randomly that his rooms were Private, and that the staff shouldn't have gone in there without his permission (despite being told to clean everywhere...) - and the heather character, it seemed, had a temper as volatile as her master's, so they were arguing about it, and he said that "the house is my place!", to which she said that the garden and grounds were theirs, to which he slammed the door. so she locked him out of the garden.

then the house and garden started to look exactly like my nan's old house, and all of the servants were living in the garden shed... and they were rapidly running out of food. shades of orphan eyes, i feel... anyway, it was one of the maid's birthdays - the one i was 'playing', it seemed - and her other half was on his way to bring gifts and more food. at this stage, i start to think possibly this maid was buffy, because when the person turned up, it was, of course, spike.

he came with the following: a carrier bag, containing (apparently) the kittenspike picture (*ahem*) and various cards from family, etc, and two fresh chickens for the people to eat. as you do. and then the person-who-i-was-who-was-possibly-buffy was hugging spike to death because they'd missed each other. i wonder, is it wrong i can still remember exactly how cuddly james marsters was? ;)

anyway, since he was staying (well, obviously...) they were trying to sort out sleeping arrangements (if the person was buffy, it seems a rather pointless exercise... :D) then there was this very, very bizarre section where the guy who looked like westley was watching possible-buffy-person and spike snuggling in the back garden (aw...) and being jealous because the heather-character wasn't as willing to snuggle. or something. it was odd, anyway.

but cuddling spike was nice ;)

after that... oh, yes. i was dawn, or somebody dawn-like, and i was in a car with a bloke who looked like danny de vito, and i was testing him on hair-styling tips. very weird. he was doing rather well, frighteningly enough. and then i noticed that we were driving towards the NEC, and that it was the beginning of december, which meant we were going to the clothes show...

we got there and then danny de vito turned into spike again (now the thought of spike and dawn going to the clothes show is making me giggle. i may actually have to turn that into a fic...)

and then it got very scary... there was some mad woman there who seemed to have it in for me and everyone else there. i remember her hacking some girl's hair off who was getting a style done at the show, and then there was this very disturbing section where she was attacking me and i had to get the scissors off her and cut off her fingers...

meep.

but yeah, that was it. can still envisage cuddling spike, which is in turn very nice and unspeakably cruel to my psyche. gah. i need to read some fluff, now...
teylaminh: (Jealous Vampire Crap (animated))
gnnnn! dear christ.

i'm going to end up doing an "end of days" counterpoint at this rate... i forgot how arghish that conversation was.

i'm going to have to go through that on freezeframe; i'm absolutely convinced you can probably pinpoint the exact second spike's heart shatters...

my mantra for the year: buffy, you are an idiot...
teylaminh: (Jealous Vampire Crap (animated))
but before that rant, another...

went into work tonight, having swapped shifts just for this week with the other girl they have working there, since she was going to the christmas ball. i did not go to said ball because a) the tickets were only £2.50, which implied it was basically very crap and b) it was at destiny and elite, which scares me...

anyway. i went to work feeling slightly ill, and now, combined with standing (or slouching) for three and a half hours, cigarette and cigar smoke, the smell of beer, and half a pint of sickly sweet over-syruppy pepsi, i am feeling even iller. the exact cause of my illness is unknown, but i demand that ti go away before tomorrow so i can actually eat some of the party food without feeling sick. basically, my body is making stomach-empty noises and stomach-about-to-upchuck noises at the same time, and whenever i sit down it feels like my kidneys are being rammed into my intestines.

so, yeah...

anyway, the rant.

*beats the BBC editors around the head with a book labelled "imagery for beginners", repeatedly*

i refer, obviously, to tonight's haphazard editing of buffy... "touched" is by far my favourite episode of the season along with "chosen", "storyteller", and "beneath you", and luckily the spuffiness of it came out relatively unscathed. however, because i'm obsessive and watched the buffy/spike conversation scenes about seventeen times over, and the whole everyone-having-sex montage bit, too (it was easier than fast-forwarding to the spuffy... :P) i noticed the following:

1) during spike's rant about buffy, the conversation is meant to go as follows. the line omitted by the BBC - for obvious, if utterly stupid reasons - will be in normal text...

BUFFY: Fine. The stage is yours. Cheer me up.
SPIKE: (pauses) You're insufferable.
BUFFY: Thank you. That really helped.
SPIKE: I'm not trying to cheer you up!
BUFFY: Then, what are you trying to say?
SPIKE: I don't know. I'll know when I'm done sayin' it.
Something pissed me off, and I just... Unattainable. That's it...

etc.

see? it may seem like a very insignificant line, but it's about as humorous as the scene gets, and i happen to like that line. (what's even worse is from a few episodes back [i forget the title] where spike and anya were wandering in the alley and she was teasing him about the Magic Box Incident. he was meant to say, after the "you're like a dog with a bone" thing, and her "what's your point?": "so, it's my bone. so just drop it.". they cut the 'my bone' line. bastards.) not to mention the fact that they cut it with a rusty breadknife...

2) the everybody-having-sex montage. which wasn't a montage any more. the original run ran as follows: buffy/spike conversation leading to the "hold me" thing [which never fails to get to me even now. the buffy/spike theme in the music is so much less cheesy than buffy/angel ever was. of course, i'm biased...]; then faith talking to the first/mayor and robin, ending with the kissage; then willow and kennedy (DIE DIE DIE!) and the 'losing control' thing; then anya complaining to xander with "i think if we're done having sex, then everybody else should just knock if off..."; then, buffy/spike, then robin/faith, then willow/kennedy, then anya/xander, and then back to buffy and spike.

the entire sodding point is that everyone's having sex except buffy and spike. it's meant to be an ironic contrast to what happened last season; it's essentially the climax (sorry...) of all the relationships that have been built on this season, and a whole lot of other wonderful things that i'm too tired and ill to think of off the top of my head. so what do the beloved beeb do? they cut the robin/faith and willow/kennedy scenes out completely, so we only get spuffy - xanya - spuffy, and no sense of imagery whatsoever. the fact that the robin/faith and kenlow are implied is irrelevant! the whole point is the visual... thing of it!

losing brain cells by the second here... you know what i mean, i'm sure.

gah. gah. gah. someone please make them stop...

and on that note, i shall read my friends list, re-read my "touched" fic to make myself feel better, and probably go to bed...
teylaminh: (Default)
having found yet another image host that seems (for now) fairly cooperative, i can show you the buffy-icon-that-can-never-be (i took out the interesting fades but it's still 153KB), and this is what it looks like:



i'm especially proud of the willow bit... it seems to work better than the others. and as for why: well, i had to turn the quote into something, and when i watched "chosen", i just suddenly realised how old giles looked... so i was trying to find caps that reflected that. (they're from "welcome to the hellmouth" and "chosen", respectively, for each character...)

so, yeah. there it is.

*hysterics*

Dec. 8th, 2003 08:41 pm
teylaminh: (Default)
so, in stumbling into hideously horrible and scary spuffy badfic (scary smutfic, in fact, the worst kind) and suffering briefly from car-crash-syndrome (you just have to... keep... reading... *shudders*) i find the following review. this wins the award for Best Review Ever:

"D'Hoffryn, Lord of Arash'Maharr, wishes for you to be informed that he is displeased with your misspelling of his name. Anyanka, on the other hand, is probably giggling."

of course, the fact that it's nearly 2.30am may account for why i find it so amusing. but still... hee!
teylaminh: (Book)
for those of you suffering from buffy withdrawal who will take anything they can get:

virtual season 8 is here. yeah, so it's fic, but at least it's good fic...

i can see!

Dec. 3rd, 2003 11:46 am
teylaminh: (Cookie Heart)
why can i see? because i just got my hair cut and got rid of the great mass of fringe obscuring my vision. hurrah! whenever i attempt to grow it out, i always get bored. i suppose i was just born to have very short hair.

anyway. there's supposed to be some kind of lecture in this room, but as it's empty i thought i'd invade and runawayveryfast if someone comes in looking lecturer-like. and this computer is set at 800x600 resolution despite having a flatscreen (the result being too-large and oddly-blurred text) and i can't read my journal properly. which does not mean i'm going to start catering for every resolution. no frelling way. it just means i'm going to complain muchly over the fact that they've disabled any way of changing the bloody settings back to what they were to stop people breaking the computers. which is fair enough, but still...

we spent most of last night taking silly pictures with various digital cameras and putting up yet more christmas decorations - two letter banners and little cardboard trees and more lights. i think we just might have the most festive flat in the block, at least, if not the entire halls. although i'm sure there's someone outdoing us somewhere.

at rehearsal last night, beata (scary german conductor lady whose name i can't spell) said she was sorry there wasn't more for me to do. believe me, one verse, an interconnecting line, and various random ad libbed harmonies and descants is enough... and she wants us to form a choir; i met with a girl who'd turned up for the first two *ahem* rehearsals of chorus before we killed it, and we decreed we would leap on anne hollinghurst to ask to do something for easter. i should probably email her after christmas...

i am, however, hideously out of practice since leaving DCU, and my 'h's keep clicking, which is very, very annoying, considering my first line is "mary hail"...

why do i do these things? why?

i am debating going home since i have two hours to kill before my other lecture. the library is full of people, so research is out of the question. they should devise a new system. they should give the antisocial people-phobic people special cards and special days when they can have the library all to themselves without everyone else crowding them. yeah. that'd be a good plan. :)

i am ashamed to admit that i have failed in fighting off my buffy sequel idea and am probably now going to write it, despite telling myself that there was no way i was going to put myself into another 'cradle'-esque, unfinished rut by trying to do a post-season-7 fic. but the idea won't go away, and, clichéd though it may be, i like it, dammit!

and no, i'm not going to tell you what it is. :P

talking of which, i need to add an author's note to chapter two of the counterpoint to explain to the stupid people...

i think that's about everything.

oh! except that i watched 'interview with the vampire' last night for the first time in ages, and it reminded me why i really, really wanted a film of 'the vampire lestat'. in fact, what they should have done was:
a) filmed all three of the vampire trilogy books ('interview', 'lestat' and 'queen of the damned') in the same sort of time period - i haven't seen the new QOTD but from what i heard it was terrible, and claudia black with her one line was the best thing in it.
b) if they'd done that: not cast tom cruise as lestat. he's perfect as IWTV's lestat, but would have been terrible as TVL's lestat. brad pitt i can cope with. this is the only known film on record to make him look vaguely attractive. there's just something about vamp makeup and green eyes...
c) definitely NOT cast antonio banderas as armand. if not for the fact that armand was meant to be 16 and auburn... (and because my brain kept saying "butbutbut vamp!" at me, which is a Very Bad Thing.)

then it would have been very, very good. there was a very scary moment during the creation of claudia. when she's drinking from the maid and looking up at louis, it was [livejournal.com profile] last_dance. i mean, seriously. wow.

and that's it. except it did inspire the buffy sequel, or at least inspire me to make a plan for it. vampires, okay? and i was very tired...

i also finally saw 'the princess bride' on sunday, which was very amusing, if only because the short dude with the spaniard and the giant was the guy who played the grand nagus on DS9, and seeing any ferengi out of makeup is funny. (snyder!)

right. going.

*dances*

Dec. 2nd, 2003 12:20 pm
teylaminh: (Smile!)
i emailed this to a couple of you already, but here it is for everyone else:

WE SAVED FARSCAPE!!

power to the people! (even though all i did was sign a couple of petitions, but still, i did follow the campaign ardentlyish and was as irate as everyone else that it got axed, especially after That Finale.)

see, i knew kemper would get us the ending. i just knew it.

with many thanks to her most high imperial deific and worshipped being, the all-knowing dulcima ;), aka [livejournal.com profile] sweeterthing, for the link. hurrah! i have four more hours of geekdom to watch! my life is not over! yayyyy!

anyway. i need a haircut rather desperately, and the campus place appears to be closed again. everywhere's closed lately. including the very useful scoop-n-save place where i get cheap ingredients from. bah. so, yeah... i need to walk back, now, and try to get an appointment somewhere else...

i don't think there's anything else of much interest... can't remember if i mentioned about buffy getting a place in the 100 top sexy moments in the channel four poll, and if i did, i apologise, and if not, well, there it is. much whooping and squealing and "yay buffy!" did ensue, although i got rather irritated by the silly UK magazine editor lady not having a clue what she was on about, and the fact that they attributed its position in the list as entirely down to sarah michelle gellar. um. hello? james marsters is way prettier... :P (it was the... building sequence from 'smashed', incidentally... although i would argue the dream sequence in 'dead things' was kinkier.)

i'm shutting up now...

see, this is what happens when we have jeremydreams on sunday night and spikedreams on monday night... and unfortunately, i barely remember either of them. except that the former was overseeing an exam (like at school, wandering between the rows of students) and i ended up throwing a pencil at him, and he was in a house with some random bodyguard trying to keep him out of the public eye despite the fact that nobody but me knew who he was. clearly, i'm dangerous. and all i remember of the spike one is an argument with someone who may have been flat-vicky over a picture of him. i think.

wow. coherence. don't you love it? yay for three hours sleep...

i'm going, now. hair appointments must be made, rehearsals must be attended (i'm going "to be used" for the solo, apparently. bugger my bloody inner exhibitionist...) and... i guess work should be done. maybe i'll try and read trainspotting. if i start posting in scottish dialect, you'll know why.


and did i mention YAY! for farscape yet?

new fic!

Dec. 1st, 2003 04:17 pm
teylaminh: (Book)
i finally finished my 'chosen' counterpoint, and it can be read right here, if you would be so kind. well, the first part, anyway. the other two are written, but i'm waiting for reviews before i post them.

review whore? me? never...

in other news, i got my HC2 this morning, and they've decided that i'm not eligible for free prescriptions any more. because, yeah, earning £31.50 a week really pays my £54.11/week rent, doesn't it. *rolls eyes*

don't think there's anything else of interest...
teylaminh: (Paperdolls)
in reverse order of subject...

coursework
was finished on wednesday night, to a satisfying degree - in that it is, at least, in english, and has enough pretentious commas to make it look better than it actually is. i hope. but i'm very proud of myself for managing to write in monday night's mad post-modern moment in eastenders, especially after arguing that soaps were essentially realist narratives. anyway, yes, it's finished... next up is the phantom adaptations one for contexts, which should be fun to do; the only bad thing is having to refrain from ranting...

christmas
i'm just off to town (once i've updated) to get the card to make my christmas cards. the rubber stamps have been found, in a carrier bag containing the felt i was using umpteen years ago to make [livejournal.com profile] scifinutter an ash-from-pokémon-shaped voodoo doll, which i never finished. because that's a really logical place to put rubber stamps when you have a box full of them somewhere else. yes. so, anyway, that'll be done in a moment.

singing
associated with christmas - i'm roped into the uni student-staff choir again, whereby we stand in the atrium and lead the audience and do a couple of performance pieces. and since this time it's not being led by terrified-of-solos david hodges, i actually got to volunteer for the solo. y'know, one day i'll learn to control that. it's like an automatic reflex. someone says "oh, there's a solo, would anyone like-" my hand goes up before i know what i'm doing.

on the plus side, it puts me in good favour with the conductor lady, who then had me singing the tune over the top of everyone else's harmonies (which was just as well, because they were too low for me. :P) and kept grinning at me. i'm such an attention-seeker.

so, yeah, assuming the solo remains mine, and anyone wants to come and hear me warble in a ben de'ath-like manner, the concert is on tuesday 9th december at the university, 5.00-6.30ish (i think) and it's your common-or-garden carol service type thing, with the added bonus of people banging in and out of lectures.

oh, god... remind me why i'm doing the solo again?

but yes. hopefully i'll be able to convince most of the flat to come. becky has been complaining that she still hasn't heard me singing, so here's her chance. :)

the pantsfic got recced! look! - with thanks to [livejournal.com profile] sweeterthing for telling me about it. that thing is going to haunt me until i die. i can see the gravestone now; under the epitaph, it'll read, in tiny letters, "oh, and she co-wrote the pantsfic." with a little pair of underpants engraved underneath it...

that's about everything... off to town i go.

oh, and i've nearly finished my 'chosen' counterpoint fic; i'm on the last scene, having managed to drag the filler section out rather pointlessly. it is, of course, shamefully angsty and fluffy, being written in the tail-end of PMT where everything even slightly shippy makes my brain tingle. *ahem* TMI? but anyway, it's nearly done, then i have to do 'end of days' (although it's rather redundant and would end up as spike ranting...) and then i have to avoid, avoid, AVOID doing a sequel with a prophesy, a child, and spike, even if it does fit the song from miss saigon absolutely perfectly.

nope. not going to do it.

not.

i'm not.

.
.
.
.

i'm going to, aren't i?

*sigh* well, in any case, i need to finish this one and chapter it and post it...

okay, going now...

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