I've been looking for steamy inspiration, and ran across this really fun video by @kernezelda who is also a prolific Farscape fanfiction author! (I'll drop that link down below.)
As the caption states, this is set to "I Kissed a Girl" by Katy Perry, and the subject matter, is, of course, kissing. Specifically John and Aeryn kissing. And their whole relationship is traced through their kisses over the course of the song and it's just.... *sigh*
The editing is tight and does well with matching moments to lyrics. The song is catchy, and it just makes you smile--and appreciate how very hot these actors were together. Might have to add this one to my writing playlist, because it's got the goods.
Leave a like or comment for the creator on YouTube or see this AO3 link for the vid! We're so lucky to have so many fun fanvids to watch that have been created over the years. I really enjoyed this one.
And while you're on AO3, check out their fanfiction! There's everything from drabble collections to long fics, with interesting pairings and story lines. With almost 60 works, you're sure to find something to your taste, whatever that might be.
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Hi! Good morning. :) I just finished reading "Coffee and Faerie Cakes" on Kindle, and wanted to drop you a note on how much I enjoyed it. It was a perfectly lovely, sweet, charming, and warming story. Jeanne and Lucien were so alive, so adorable in their mutual growing affection. I loved Jeanne's food and drink filled with emotion--happiness, joy, love, to share with their customers and brighten their days. I enjoyed their relationship with Noe, and Lucien's with his friends. And the wisteria!
Messages like these make me so incredibly happy. It really means a lot to me you took the trouble to let me know you like my book! And you picked out my favourite details too :’)
I am so so glad you enjoyed reading it, may you have a splash of happiness stirred into all your drinks 💜
@kernezelda Here is the Cherik fic you won in the second Star Bright release party challenge! I hope you enjoy!!
Inspired by this video clip :) Also on AO3.
En Sabah Nur portrayed for us here by Oscar Isaac sans smurf makeup.
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Charles wasn't much of a sports fan, but he wasn't opposed to attending the Yankees game. He'd been following the story of Yankees player Carl DeMarco, who was fighting to keep his contract after coming out as a mutant. When the very handsome Egyptian immigrant who had become Charles's coffee shop pal suggested they make the Yankees game their first date, therefore, Charles was all for it. He bought a "NY <3 DeMarco" flag, wore his big red M lapel pin, and let En Sabah Nur pick him up in a startlingly expensive Mercedes-Benz.
En Sabah Nur had always been friendly, witty, and attentive at the coffee shop, but today he was distracted, constantly on his phone, and far too smug about his car and his expensive clothes, expecting Charles to be impressed. Charles, who could have bought the clothes, the car, and the coffee shop and still had room for a yacht in his monthly allowance, was not impressed. Just because he preferred broken-in tweed jackets and lowering his carbon footprint with public transit didn't mean he was going to get stars in his eyes at the sight of a Rolex watch.
Perhaps Raven was right, Charles thought with a sigh as he paid for his own hot dog and tried to block out Sabah's irate phone conversation. Raven had seen them together often enough—she worked at the coffee shop, which was why Charles went there—and she was convinced he only wanted Charles for his body.
There were worse things to be wanted for, honestly. It was all very well to be loved for your mind, but Charles had encountered enough telepathy fetishists to find a certain relief in straightforward physical lust.
The two seats on Charles's right had been empty; now, with the game about to start, a man about Charles's age helped a frail but bright-eyed older woman into one of them, and sat down next to Charles himself.
"Hey!" Charles barely rescued his soda from the man's careless elbow.
"Watch it!" the man snapped, as if Charles had been the one at fault, only to pause and grimace when he realized his mistake. "Um… sorry."
"No worries," Charles said lightly. "Of course you're focused on your—mother?"
"Yes," the man said, and turned back to the woman in question, fussing over her comfort until she batted him away with a fond expression. He settled in next to her, looking disgruntled.
"Sorry again, about that," he said after a moment, shooting Charles a sideways glance. "It's too cold out here for her, but she's a big baseball fan—us immigrants have to love the Great American Pastime, right? And she insisted on coming to support DeMarco. You're a fan of his, too?" He nodded at the flag.
"Mutant solidarity!" Charles said, flashing his M pin. "Oh—what's that you've got on yours?"
"Mutant solidarity." The man's grin was all teeth, but in a surprisingly attractive way. In terms of appearance he was right up there with Sabah, in fact, lean and chiseled with fascinating gray-green eyes. It took Charles a moment to force his gaze onto the pin the stranger wore in the same place Charles had his mutant M. This pin was larger and made of multicolored metal, a rainbow flag with an M in the middle, and words along the top and bottom. QUEER FREAK.
"Oh, I love that!" Charles cried. "Where did you get it? I'd love to have one!"
The man's cheeks reddened and he looked suddenly bashful. "I made it. I'm a magnetokinetic—I work with metal." He opened his hand, and the pin lifted from his jacket to settle into Charles's hand.
"That's brilliant!" Charles knew he was getting overexcited in the way Raven always teased him about, but he couldn't help it—the infinite variety of mutation was always so fascinating. "Oh, but I couldn't take yours, you need it to show your support—could I commission one from you? Do you have a card?"
"Sure." The man let his pin return to his jacket, and fiddled in his wallet for a minute before handing Charles a card with a phone number, email address and the words Erik Lehnsherr, Custom Metalwork.
"What's your mutation?" the man—Erik, the trim-yet-spiky German name fit him perfectly—was asking.
"I'm a telepath," Charles said, and this was always the tricky moment, seeing how a new acquaintance—even another mutant, sometimes especially another mutant—would react.
"Impressive," Erik said, his eyebrows lifting, and his mental sense (even muted by the thick shields Charles had to erect in a crowd like this) was all interest and admiration, no trepidation at all.
"You're a telepath?"
Charles turned toward Sabah's voice, sudden and sharp on his other side. "Yes? Hadn't I mentioned that? I usually do, I'd rather know sooner than later if it's going to be a problem." That last sentence came out stiffer than Charles intended, but this date already hadn't been going well…
But Sabah didn't look panicked or judgmental. He was smiling, with (finally) a spark of focus in his eyes. It should have gratified Charles, but somehow it unsettled him instead. He tried to remember what Sabah had said his mutation was.
"Quiet now, boys, the game is starting!" Erik's frail mother said excitedly, and they all turned their attention to the ballfield.
It wasn't long, though, before Sabah leaned in close to Charles and caught his eye. Can you hear this, Charles? Can you hear me thinking?
With an inward sigh, Charles replied, Yes, I can hear you.
Sabah's smile widened. That's amazing. What else can you do? Can you…
The stream of obscene scenarios and intricate fantasies that followed could not have all occurred to En Sabah Nur in the last three minutes.
"I'm trying to watch the game, Sabah," Charles said loudly. "We can discuss all that later."
"Oh, okay," Sabah said in a tone that made Charles wish he'd phrased that differently. Something more like We won't be discussing that at all. It wasn't even that Charles was opposed to using his powers in bed; there was indeed some incredible fun to be had that way. But…
Erik, frowning, leaned in close to his other side. "Is this guy bothering you, um… Mister..?"
"Xavier," Charles said automatically. "Charles Xavier. And no, of course not, he's my date, we're just—I'm just—"
"You're just realizing he's a jackass?"
Charles couldn't repress a snort of startled laughter, but was saved from further conversation with either man by DeMarco taking the field. All four of them cheered wildly, waving their flags and, in the case of Erik's mother, unfolding a small banner that she made Erik help her hold up.
The announcers were talking about DeMarco's mutant coming-out, of course, and how various parties were trying to get him disqualified from the league.
"Unbelievable nonsense," Charles said, just as incensed now as the first time he'd heard it. "His mutation doesn't even have anything to do with his performance. The man talks to plants, for heaven's sake."
"It shouldn't matter if his mutation was 'always wins at baseball,'" Erik said next to him. "Everyone's born with natural advantages and disadvantages, they shouldn't penalize DeMarco any more than any other player with the lucky genes for strong arms and long legs."
That sparked a lively argument, which Charles found more intriguing than irritating; Erik had several good points, some of which Charles struggled to refute, and while he criticized Charles's logic without mercy, Erik didn't seem to be remotely angry at him personally.
"What do you think about it, Sabah?" Charles said eventually, chagrined that he had half-forgotten his date.
"Oh, I'm sure you're right, Charles," Sabah said absently, one eye on the game and the other on a text message.
"You're terribly distracted today," Charles said, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice. "Something wrong at work?"
"Oh, you know, there's always something." Taking the hint, Sabah put his phone in his jacket pocket. "If it were easy to take over the world, everyone would do it, right?"
"Er, right," Charles said, trying to remember what it was Sabah did for a living. He was starting to realize he didn't actually know very much about this man, for all of their cozy coffee shop conversations. The 'take over the world' remark had to be a joke, his expression indicated it was a joke, and yet… jokes had a pretty distinctive mental feel, almost like a lie but without the ill intent. That hadn't felt like a joke or a lie to Charles's telepathy.
"What are you and this guy arguing about, anyway?" Sabah asked.
"Mutant rights, what else?"
"Well, I'm in favor of them," Sabah said dryly. "The natural order is for the strong to rule the weak, and mutants are the next step of evolution. Eventually, mere humanity's going to be left in the dust. The sooner the better, in my opinion."
Charles blinked at this calm, confident declaration of a borderline genocidal sentiment. "Well, that's—I mean, mutation is evolution in action, but mutants are human, the next step of humanity, not—I mean we're considerably more alike than not, and there's no reason we can't coexist peacefully—"
"If one or the other has to be on top," Erik said on his other side, "and history suggests one does, it should be mutants. But," he sighed, "in my experience it's a lot easier to say 'screw the baselines' than it is to look at the actual baselines around you and say 'screw you.' My daughter Anya's baseline. My mother's baseline." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder at her, then did a double-take. "And she's taken off her coat! Mama, what are you doing?"
"That one itches, schatz. Look, Frankson is going to take third base—yes, he's doing it! Look at him go!"
"Here, she can wear mine," Charles said, shrugging out of his coat; he had a heavy sweater underneath and was a bit overwarm with both.
"Thanks," Erik said, and bullied his mother into the coat.
"If you think he's wrong about things," Sabah murmured to Charles, "you can just… change his mind, can't you?" His voice was disturbingly sultry.
"I certainly cannot," Charles replied coldly, but Sabah only chuckled and turned his attention back to the game.
When Erik settled back into his seat, Charles, feeling squirmy and embarrassed that Sabah had even brought that up, changed the subject. "You have a daughter, you said?"
"Yeah, married my high school sweetheart before I realized I was gay—big mistake for both of us," oh good, he was single, "but it brought us Anya." He started showing Charles pictures on his phone of an elfin dark-haired nine-year-old.
"Oh, look, she has your chin!"
"Yeah, poor thing…"
Mama Lehnsherr gasped and started slapping at Erik's arm.
"What? Mama, what?" Erik cried in alarm, but she was laughing, pointing at the Jumbotron.
"Look, Erik, we're on the KissCam! Or, no, your new friend and his sweetheart are in the center—"
So they were, Charles saw. Saxophone music swelled through the speakers, and all through the stadium people were laughing and cheering in anticipation. Charles had to admit to being charmed by the idea of being on the KissCam; it was delightfully silly and romantic. He turned to Sabah—
Who was on his phone again, turned entirely away from Charles with his finger in his other ear.
Fine. Actually? More than fine.
"Shall we?" Charles said, turning to Erik on his other side.
Erik's eyes widened. Then he smiled, that wild-looking show of teeth that Charles had instantly found endearing, and leaned in. Their mouths met in a warm, firm press that felt shocking and new and yet strangely familiar, as if some deep unconscious part of him had been expecting this, waiting for this. For Erik.
Charles was dimly aware of applause and catcalls, of a surge of laughter throughout the stadium as Sabah turned around and began sputtering in outrage, but he didn't care. As far as he was concerned, the date was over—and something else, something much better, was about to begin.
akasanata said: The more I know about you, the less I feel I actually know you, if that makes sense
...it’s the tomato thing, isn’t it. So much for my blending-in-with-humans disguise. :D :D
kernezelda said: I like your random facts, and I would trust you to save me if I were drowning, and I would not feed you tomatoes, not even delicious fried green ones. And oooh, Neil Gaiman!
...I would absolutely rescue you! And then we can have a tomato-less celebratory meal. And Neil is very lovely and a very good sport! That was the same conference where - so there’s a tradition of having creative writers submit 2-minute short plays and people perform them on the final night, usually silly or humorous, all for good fun, and obviously we’re academics and authors, not actors! - anyway, Neil, being an excellent sport, agreed to perform in three of them. I have pictures somewhere of Neil menacing academics on stage with a...I think it was a toy squirt gun? I think he was being a bank robber?
ahnjunae-blog said: I’m jealous you got to meet @neil-gaiman I guess that’s why I love your work so much!
...so my Neil story is, at the aforementioned conference, I was - being a grad student - being the volunteer/unpaid labor, and running around Doing Things all day. And I kept running into Neil. Sometimes while working - like, if I was checking on a room set-up, and he came in, which happened a couple of times - and obviously when he did his talk and signing, but also just randomly so much. On an escalator. In the hotel coffee bar. Outside a restroom. In a hallway after a panel. Finally - this was after like...maybe the tenth time, and as I recall I was leaving a conference room as he was coming in and we encountered each other in the doorway...I did the nervous laugh thing (still a baby grad student!) and said something like, “We’ve got to stop meeting like this!” To which Neil said, “I think at this point we’re practically married!” and I just about fainted. And then other people walked in. And that is my Neil Gaiman story, which he probably doesn’t even remember, but I definitely do.
kernezelda replied to your post “squidsqueen: nonbinary-hawke: Everyone talks about the school to...”
Skipping the point entirely, I also salivate at the thought of your ACT scores, and am reminded for some reason of Skull Candy.
Ha! You write one Farscape zombie story...
Well, I’m sure my brain looked delicious, with verbal skills/scientific reasoning off the charts. Sure the math score was terrible, but that was bad teaching. Unlike my high school, the military can teach math, but so could the community colleges and universities where I finally did learn enough to unlock the sciences.
The rest of my brain would have given them indigestion and made me utterly miserable to boot. Sure, the undiagnosed seasonal mood disorder might not have tanked my career if I was stationed somewhere sunny, but the migraines might have been disqualifying on their own.
I was just adamant that I wasn’t going to agree to wake up that fucking early in the morning, and that I wasn’t wired to follow orders in general. It helped that I saw an alternate path to where I wanted to go in life.
Hi, Gerec! Your opinion on a smutty topic! I've read that pineapple is as an improver of semen's taste. Would Charles or Erik would be the one to hear about this, and either try the experiment for a couple of months, or ask the other to do so? Or might both do it simultaneously?
Well in my mind I can see very clearly that it’s something Charles might happen upon in an article somewhere, and then mention it to Erik in bed as something they should test out ‘for science’ lol. At which point he would ask Erik to eat pineapple for the next few days/rest of the week, and Charles would be the one to determine whether there was any merit to the theory. Erik would shake his head and think it was ridiculous but then do what Charles asked (he always does) and whether it proves to be true or not (maybe Charles agrees there’s an approximate improvement of about 10%), Erik will incorporate pineapple into his diet permanently, and years later they’ll pretend they have no idea why it’s Erik’s favorite fruit to eat at brunch :D :D :D
If it's not a bother, may I ask where you find the Joy of Life episodes with English subtitles? The latest I've found is Episode 27 on Youtube. Thank you.
Hi, not a bother at all! But unfortunately, I think whatever subs are on YouTube might be the most up-to-date.
If you’re super curious and want to watch without subs, I watched all the raws here. Sorry I can’t be of more help!
kernezelda a réagi à votre billet : After seriously considering a question that no one...
LOL! Ooh, Loganolypse? What if Apocalypse had Logan and Sabertooth as his consorts? Apoganooth? Saboganypse? Loberlypse?
Loganolypse was part of the contender lool For the threesome now that is tough... Saberinelypse? Apogantor? En Saber Rine? Ok I kind of like En Saber Rine XD
Is there actually a name for Logan/Sabertooth? I feel there must be but no idea what.
(also charles/apoc/logan is therefore charpogan. adding Erik... Well Apocherigan?)
