exponential63 replied to your post “There is also a lot of full frontal male nudity again?? No idea why...”
...and only 30 seconds of Maurice is casually full-frontal. I must admit it always amuses me slightly when the internet gets overexcited about it. :) Ivory's attitude was more 'no one IRL holds a casually draped towel over their bits, so why do it in movies?'
omg that’s incredibly delightful. it’s a pretty sensible attittude to take, too.
(ngl I could have done without seeing Mr. Beebe run naked through the forest, but it did add in that sense of the Dioynsian madness that follows George around.)
exponential63 replied to your post “exponential63 reblogged your chat “What she says: I’m fine What she...”
DO IT! These two must tango! I need the tango fic! (They go smoochy dancing in Paris in one fic – Citizens of the Greenwood by polkadot – and I need more...)
Those two dancing tango while the weather is jut awfully hot and perfect. Good, good.
Hello. Did you know that (today) you’ve reblogged a Rupert photoset which consists of reposts of other fans’ OP images/edits? The post includes no less than 3 of my own OP scans of very rare images of Rupert from my mags collection (these pics are only on the internet at all because I have, or bought, the original magazines). You might not care, of course, but I thought I’d let you know... *Nods sadly*
gosh I’m sorry, I had no idea. I’m assuming it’s this one (linking so other people can know and not reblog it) and I’ve deleted it now
Just dropping by to say how much I’m LOVING your proliferating tags/tag commentary on your reblogs of James & Rupert in The Moth. :)) The story itself is free to read/download, actually. (One of the story ‘summaries’ you posted directly quotes the final line of the original.) And, alongside the Jame/Rupert reunion amazingness and ALL the slash-goggles fun, the TV version also has a great original score: not Goldfrapp, but Elizabeth Fraser (Cocteau Twins) & Damon Reece...
I apologize for the long delay in responding, it’s a busy month for me.
I really look forward to reading/watching ‘The Moth’ thoroughly! It’s just that work has been such a hassle that I don’t have time to really get the immersive experience that I won’t settle for less for. I can never look away/view things offhand, I need my eyes on the content every second.
Until then, it’s nice to spare a second for the reactionary stuff that pop up on my dash, and the anticipation is killing me, but I know it’ll be worth the wait!
The only reason I haven’t written any Elementary fic yet is because I really want to do an actual real mystery plot, and…I am absolutely terrible at mystery plots and intricate clues and call-backs and that kind of tight construction, I can never guess the murderer reading the most formulaic whodunits and so actually writing one of those, I suppose I could but it’d be pulling teeth. (Whoever is reading this and going, “But the mysteries on Elementary are…well, you’ve seen the show,” it doesn’t matter, when they don’t follow what seems to be the steady Elementary formula of The Second Witness They Talk To Is Almost Invariably the Killer I CAN NEVER WORK THOSE OUT EITHER.) Because I also have, I don’t know what to call it other than a sort of geographical/architectural mental “blindness”–when I read intricate descriptions of, say, a cathedral’s interior construction or the layout of a natural landscape I get only the vaguest picture in my head, at all, and no spatial perspective whatsoever–you’re not going to see me writing intensely realistic descriptions of that kind of thing any time soon. I did do reasonably well writing about a beach-dunes landscape for a book where that landscape was important to the plot, but I had to physically go there and take notes almost step by literal step to place any decent picture of it in my own mind.
Do you have a favorite character to write for?
If I don’t enjoy a character’s company in a serious way–even if, strictly speaking, I don’t like them–I can’t write them, no matter how otherwise appealing they might be (because enjoying watching a character from a distance isn’t at all like the get-in-their-head action that is writing them). I do, however, seem to gravitate repeatedly toward certain archetypes:
1. The Hyperverbal Histrionic. Just as it says on the tin, they never shut up, they always demand the last word, their views and actions are often appalling, they’re always hard done by the rest of the world no matter how much they brought the situation down on themselves (which they did, nine times out of ten), and everything, everything, everything is always all about them. Dear God, they are so much fucking fun to write. Examples I’ve written: Sherlock Holmes (BBC version), Mycroft Holmes (ditto), John Munch, Peter Dragon, the Tenth Doctor, the Master/Missy.
2. The (Mostly) Internally Angsting Neurotic. They’re quiet, awkward, faltering, avoidant and/or eternally overlooked, but inside they are smarter and tougher than they’re given credit for (including, often, by themselves), and are boiling cauldrons of suppressed emotion, rebellious tendency and a whole lot of internalized anger. Examples I’ve written: Howard Moon, Molly Hooper (in progress).
3. Fuck You, I’m Stalwart (But Also Rather Consistently Freaking Out Inside). A lower-key version of the (Mostly) Internally Angsting Neurotic, who displays much more calm, internal balance and exterior competence, and often more of a social conscience, but on the inside is also a tightly-wound ball of anxiety and self-doubt. Examples I’ve written: Martha Jones, Reinette (in progress), Danny Pink, the Twelfth Doctor, Romana I, Romana II, and, I’d argue in his own way, the Fourth Doctor.
Give us a snippet of something from your WiPs!
Two tiny bits of the two in the hopper now:
1. So, she thought, as she knelt flicking impatiently throughher little shelf of CDs (doubtless he was curling his lip at that too, a true music aficionado would shun anything but vinyl, butthat wasn’t just bloody expensive but she’d always frankly thought it more thana bit affected, thanks very much), what would really make him recoil in horror,poke at his so terribly well-bred eardrums like pins in a great gas balloon?Hated the Beatles? Well, he was out of luck, she liked all happy bands withhappy songs, or at least upbeat melodic ones even if it was John or George orwhoever singing about their dead mother, and tonight he’d get an earful…bloodymen and their bloody Mount Sinai pronouncements about music. Still, sheconsidered, as she pulled out another disc at random, still better than thoseinterminable months of pretending to enjoy This Heat and the Fall. She hit playagain, and sat back against the sofa cushions waiting for the next sarcasticeruption.
2. He feltcompelled to do this lately, not knowing why, revisiting those places he’d gonenot just once but again and again with companion after companion. The churning,crystal-pink waters of Ixtithia; a dozen-some royal coronations in as manydifferent galaxies; the seventh moon of Hyrkryspsian; New-New-New-ad-infinitum-York,that sorry dump; an Ornette Coleman gig that Martha, transported, had wanted toloop back and see again the second they’d stepped out of the Salle de laMutualité (and he’d agreed at once, because why not, because after everythingthat’d happened between them what she asked for herself was next to nothing). TheVillage Vanguard, Fillmore West, Bayreuth, the Paris Commune, the Golden Steppesof Fraesix, that hidden White House wing that the Americans, even theirpresidents, didn’t even know existed—he was heartily sick of them all, yetvisiting again, just one or two or five more times, quieted some odd urge insidehim. He’d felt it, on and off, ever since Rory—no, he and Amy came before, ifhe was remembering this right—ever since someone had…madehim an omelette? Some sort of egg dish, anyway, and then they’d taken the trainto…a beach? And somehow a volcano was involved, and a diamond far bigger thanthe Ritz, and then, just as swiftly, they’d skived off (Donna, yes, it wasDonna!—no, couldn’t be, but somehow it felt like it should be) and it was justhim. Again. Not at all awful, this solitary life, but he still wasn’t certainhow he’d found himself alone.
(Good thing too because all I’ve done today is cry for Alan Rickman)
Rules: Put your music on shuffle, write down the first 10 that come on, and your favourite lyrics from them. Then tag 10 people!
I don’t have ten people to tag. So I will simply leave an open invitation to anyone who would like to join in. @leandraholmes? @finsmindy? @fooledbysecrecy? @madsmikkelsennews? @eaudewerther?
I used a flash drive and my cd player.
1. Marc Almond - She Took My Soul In Istanbul
A curtain fell /Before my eyes I did/ Succumb into her healing breast
She sang that song I gave her all my soul /And my all /To the pleasures of the flesh
I cried that night / For those forsaken times /Those times when I was Simply satisfied
I turned to dust /That night a thousand times
That night a thousand times I died inside /And through what's left
Of my sad life I hear /Her singing in the fevers of the night
2. James - Lose control
Don't be deceived, no land in sight
We're all adrift in this dark night
We float on seas of disbelief
While singing songs of pain relief
Shake my body, release my soul
Punish my senses, lose control
This body's young but my spirit's old
Scatter my ashes and let my feelings go
3. Portishead - All mine
All the stars may shine bright
All the clouds may be white
But when you smile
Ohh how I feel so good
That I can hardly wait
To hold you
Enfold you
Never enough
Render your heart to me
(kinda creepy)
4. Tindersticks - Jism (just as creepy, but oh so good)
Need those gravel grind /Need those pictures to wake me
Give up the drugs /Take the power I offer
Oh the deeper I go /The further I fall/ The more I know
The tighter your grip around me /So easily broken/ Running down your skin
And the pain runs into the blue /If there's ever anyone else, I'll understand/And kill them
5. Terry Hall - Ballad of a Landlord
I tried to tend the garden /until the flowers fell to weed
so now the place lies in a ruin /the way you lied and ruined me
6. Pulp - This is hardcore (oh well)
Come over here babe & talk in the mic. Oh yeah I hear you now.
It's gonna be one hell of a night.
You can't be a spectator. Oh no.
You got to take these dreams & make them whole.
7. Pleasure feat. Brett Anderson - Back to you
You roll those eyes and trap my hand in your thighs /It's slavery but in disguise
[...]
And when the war machines / Rust eternally
Thats when I come back /when I come back to you
And when your heart bleeds / For a love that's dead like me
8. Genesis - Dancing with the Moonlit Knight
Citizens of hope & glory, /Time goes by - it's the time of your life.
Easy now, sit you down./ Chewing through your wimpey dreams,
They eat without a sound; /Digesting England by the pound.
Young man says you are what you eat - eat well. /Old man says you are what you wear - wear well.
You know what you are, you don't give a damn; /Bursting your belt that is your homemade sham.
9. John Barrowman - Man of la Mancha
Oh thou bleak and unbearable world, / Thou art base and debauched as can be;
And a knight with his banners all bravely unfurled / Now hurls down his gauntlet to thee!
10. Elvis Costello - I want you
Your fingernails go dragging down the wall /Be careful darling you might fall
[...]
It's the stupid details that my heart is breaking for
I was tagged by the illustrious exponential63, so obedience is mandatory...
Rules: Using only song names from one artist, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to five people. Try not to repeat a song title, it’s harder than you think!
Pick your artist/band: Creedence Clearwater Revival
What is your gender: Suzie Q
Describe yourself: Bad Moon Rising
How do you feel: Long as I Can See the Light
Describe where you currently live: Down on the Corner
If you could go anywhere, where would you go: Run Through the Jungle
Your best friend is: Proud Mary
You and your best friends are: Travelin’ Band
Favourite time of day: Midnight Special
If your life was a TV show, what would the title be: Keep on Chooglin’
What is life to you: Ramble Tamble
Your Relationship: Pagan Baby
Your Fear: Someday Never Comes
Thanks so much for tagging me - this was fun to do!
