T'eyla Minh

I am bloody well determined to finish this, even if it takes me all year. Anyway, as I'm (temporarily) back in Fandom Mode, and the second of these is quite relevant, I might as well get these up. I wrote them months ago anyway. :P

Initially I intended to post the first of these separately, and then the second one in a joint post with number 22, but as 21 ended up really long as well, it makes no odds to post them both here now. Enjoy. :)

( Days 20-21 )

You have no idea how long that took...

Okay, I should probably make some food now. :P

Credit card arrived last night, is now activated, and I bought some perfume off eBay. Paul now needs to spend £24 on something so it's even, to facilitate easier paying off.

It's a bottle of Anna Sui's "Ooh La Love", which looks to be another of those annoying limited edition release perfumes, but at least I have one now. Or will have, when it arrives from Hong Kong...

Went swimming with Alison last night for the first time in about four weeks, and we managed 8 lengths... the 9th one killed us. Still, considering when we started we couldn't even manage one, it's a bit more impressive... (I should hasten to add, the eight lengths are not in one go...)

Paul has posted the Derren Brown photos on Facebook and I will be working on icons and such this weekend...

Oh, and last night I was reading through the lyrics list for "Broken Record" and was half inspired to continue it for the first time in ages... just, some of the songs are so perfect, and some didn't have notes on them because they were just a general aura of the chapter, so I managed to fit some bits I've written around them. Which was good. I hold out no hope of ever finishing it, still, but it's nice that the inspiration came back, albeit briefly...

buffyseason8

Best. Thing. Ever.

There was going to be a longer post here, but it was promising to be pretentious and self-pitying, so I won't bother.  There was also going to be an update on last night's non-picnic that didn't happen at Sutton park, but that's too complicated, too, and my brain's shutting down.

So tired.

Guh.

I realised I haven't actually done a proper entry for a while, but then again, I haven't really done anything particularly exciting or worthy of note.  My room is pretty much sorted, though.  I'm starting to realise I have too much stuff to intelligently fit into the amount of space I have, and I definitely cannot buy any more videos because I have nowhere to put them, literally.  All my shelves, drawers, and boxes are full.  I also cannot buy any more clothes without throwing some more out, and I've already been through them once...

Job hunt is currently non-existent.  I should probably go around Brum at some point and look in pub windows, and I have an appointment at the Job Centre on the 6th, with lots of scary forms to fill in in the interim.  I only hope they're more bloody coherent than those damned Student Loan applications...

I am, as you may have noticed, rather horrendously trapped in my Most Haunted obsession, and I've been spending lots of time posting in mosthauntedgeek, which is why it feels like I've done lots of posting recently.  (To that end, look, another icon.  At least I'm honest about it. :P Hey, is it my fault they force Derek and Ivvy to do adorable posed photoshoots?)  Come Forward is off the ground, and chapter two is now written, plus I spent today making up a chapter plan for it, and I have to say, I think it's going to work.  I wasn't entirely sure I could pull it off, but... you know, I think I might.  I've also been watching the edited-to-half-an-hour repeats of Series 1 on Ftn, which are Mondays, and Wednesday-Friday at 9pm (Tuesday being the original MH-night, but is now Dead Famous night, which is pretty much the same thing, but with Gail Porter, set in America, and trying to contact famous people instead of random ghosts... Though I think Derek contacted Charles I once...)  A fix is a fix in any form.  Alas, I'm slipping into old shipping habits and watching Derek and Yvette's every move like a hawk...

As for mosthauntedgeek, in the wake of the Derby live show, it's all non-stop action with screencaps - mainly for my benefit, and I think someone's going to shout at me for clogging the community up with random shippiness - and icons and CF updates and member questionairres.  All good fun.  I've also obtained an insane amount of random friends from the same community in the space of about two days, namely, (in no order), izzles, tengirlsago, thescruffydog, and before that, killer___queen, pandorasblog and lutonairport.  And at the rate we're shipping, I may have to add desired_destiny, too, as I've just noticed she's added me... (I wondered how long that'd take :P)  Yay for complete and unabandoned geekness. :D

Hello to all the new people, incidentally, and it's nice to meet you...

I was also added, it seems, by nessaelerrina, who has also added other Buffyfic authors such as the inimitible Kallysten and Eurydice (who wrote the fic I'm enraptured with, "Promise of Frost"), so I feel rather humbled.  I apologise, in that case, for the decided lack of anything Buffyesque on my journal of late...

And, if that wasn't enough, I'm currently having a very interesting debate on starsareageless, the previously rather arrid Sunset Boulevard community, with fullofstarlight about the various pairings.  It's here, if anyone wants to read my incredibly long and rambling, uh, ramblings...

Me, last_dance and my mother are going to Alton Towers on Thursday, including a sleepover at mine the night before and after, so hurrah.  I shall inflict MH on her and watch her suffer...  Gah, see what I mean?  Completely trapped...

Oh, and this is why I started this post in the first place, and my above comment on the lack of Buffyness is now completely redundent.  My brain's going at a rate of knots lately; in the middle of writing chapter 2 of CF, I was struck with a random bit of conversation for the epic Buffyfic.

( Buffy/Giles type conversation, including definite spoilers for aforesaid fic... )

Of course, it's very rough.  I didn't want to write random bits of dialogue before I actually got to that point in the story - and I've been looking forward to writing that part for ages - but I've also got a sheet of A4 somewhere with other random dialogue on to include later, and I had to get that down before it went away completely...

And that, I think, is everything.  Wow, does this make up for the lack of posting?

Oh, and last_dance, you can see the prettypretty Jack Sparrow poster when you come, because it's in a confined space and too close for me to get a decent picture...

Now I'm off to make  Karl/Yvette icon to compensate for the Wrongness... :D

A shame, really, that said ending wasn't for any actual episode of anything.  Specifically Buffy.  Not that "Chosen" wasn't Spuffy enough.  Or, well, it wasn't, really, but considering everything that had happened up to that point, and the previous year, we couldn't have asked for much more, and with the inclusion of Angel, Joss put himself into a really bad, on-the-brink-of-fan-warfare place.  I digress.

A dream.  ( As you may read, though it takes a while to get to the Spuffiness )

Spuffy, Spuffy, Spuffy!  Wow, I woke up feeling all warm and fuzzy and shippy, and sorta peaceful. My subconscious loves me.  The best part is, the dream even allowed me to rewind (literally) the final Spuffy moment in the 'credits' so I could watch it again, which, as far as I can remember, I've never been able to do before.

Also, somehow, I don't know when, I have to turn it into a fic.  Purely because the imagery was so rich and it was so completely uber-fluffy.  In fact, ( Cut because it spoils the ending of the sequel to my current fic, and hence the current one, too, and also because you don't care. )

Wow, but that was a long entry.  I just made Eni a certified fangirl in the subject area of Stage Door Lurkage (literally).  I don't know if that's a wise plan considering she's seeing Aly Hannigan tonight... :)

Incidentally, as a random aside, remember the all-holy wonderful Spuffy fic from the highest arched ceiling of heaven?  The one that had me rhapsodising a few weeks back?  She updated.  And I'd actually forgotten how fabulous it really was.  (And no, not just because she referred to Spike as 'Vampentino' and caused me to cackle hysterically...)

Fic, dude!  It's like chocolate for the soul. Or something.

Well-written Spuffiness + Michael Crawford + "Music of the Night" = guhhhhh...

*dies*

Yes, I did.  Stop raising your eyebrows. I wrote an entire five scenes of my television script, I'll have you know.  Which, okay, is really rather pathetic, but it did take me in excess of two hours and at least I have something to show people tomorrow.

Anyway.  Reading fanfic, naturally, because it's the best thing to do at nearly-to-three in the morning when you should be asleep, and because there's always that possibility you'll find something that isn't so horrible you want to gouge your eyes out with a rusty nail.  And really, I honestly do not know why I didn't read or even consider reading this one before now.

You know sometimes when you find a fic that's so utterly, utterly perfect you just want to laugh with joy?  When everything in it is just so perfectly rendered that it makes up for every single badfic ever written?  When the characters are more in-character than even the original writers could make them, and when their inner thoughts fit, and all the language usage is right, and even the most far-fetched of plots just works because the writer knows how to make it convincing?  When you can just see it, and hear it, and smell it?  When it's so utterly perfect that even the tiniest mistake - which rarely occurs - can be overlooked, because in the scheme of the greater good, it really doesn't matter?  This is one of those fics.  The kind that make you dance, and grin, and jump up and down and want to hug the author for being wonderful.  The kind that you really wish had been an actual episode, and not just because it's wish fulfilment, but because it's accurate and believable.

This is the kind of fic  - the kind of story in general - that everyone aspires to write.  No matter how good you may think you are, there is always - always - someone much better than you.  (Luckily, to counter that, there's usually about ten people who are worse...)  Somewhere out there, there's a writer who is completely perfect.  And even that writer probably aspires to greater things.

Naturally, this also means there's a writer out there who needs to be shot into the sun for crimes against humanity, but let's not dwell on that.  It's entirely too terrifying.

Oh, wow.  I think I'm in heaven.  It's definitely fodder for my defence of the genre, anyway.  There are days when I completely understand why some people hate fanfiction so much; and then there are moments, like this, when I want to put all the fantastic writers into a room and feed them chocolate, and point to all the anti-fic people, and say "See?  See?  You were wrong!  Fanfiction can be beautiful, dammit!"

Ah.  Back to the wonderfulness.  I might stop squealing with joy at some point before 5am.  It's very very tempting to miss the lecture, but... I missed the one two weeks ago, and that would just be bad.

i'm really liking doing these.  the only really time-consuming bit is finding the caps in the first place...

icon used is the better one; the one below is the same bit of lyric, but it's not as good...



all images from normal again, obviously...  i may do a spike-like one from beneath you or lessons at some point for the same line.  in fact, it pretty much applies to all of them.

any character-specific requests?  colours? episodes?

oh, that's just infuriating...

i finally managed to post the first bit of chapter 2 of broken record last night.  i checked my review inbox to find two new reviews.  and they were for something else entirely.  in fact, they were for something i posted two years ago...

of course, ff.net is behind on its email sending, so for all i know they might have been given weeks ago.

bah.

also, i should probably email the reviewer and say that the erik in the 'dark secret love' story isn't, in fact, real, but purely in the main character's imagination... but i guess half the fun is that it's not entirely obvious that she's completely nutso...

edit, in the name of procrastination: oh, and a spuffy songfic done for anything off evanescence's "fallen"? redundant. (even though, yes, i'm using one entitled 'my immortal' as a chapter... but that's not a song songfic, and it fits the scene...)