[sticky entry] Sticky: Fic Masterlist

Jan. 21st, 2011 01:58 pm
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Blanket permission: Please feel free to remix, podfic, or really do anything you like with anything I've written. I'd love it if you'd drop me a link when you're done, though.

Whoniverse )

Merlin )

Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire )

Misc. fandoms: Legend of the Seeker, Discworld, Being Human, The West Wing, Warehouse 13, The Queen's Thief, Once Upon a Time )

Crossovers & Fusions )
netgirl_y2k: (gwen beer)
-Tumblr always makes me feel like an old fandom lady, never more so than when it took my dash about forty-eight hours to go from doing cartwheels about Agent Carter's renewal, to panicking about the change of setting for S2 and the possibility of Haley Atwell being the only returning cast member. I don't know-- well, nobody knows. It could be brilliant, if they're doing a time skip then we're into early fifties Hollywood which is pretty cool. It could well be that I was right the first time, in my failure to have much time for the MCU, and Agent Carter S1 was just a brief, glorious aberration. Either way, I don't have it in me to worry.

Plus, I came to Agent Carter via Merlin (which crashed and burned into a toxic mess of misogyny, bitterness, and resentment), Doctor Who (which at the very least teaches us not to fear change), and the endless, endless bloody sniping in ASOIAF/Game of that's your adaption choice? So I think I have earned my slightly condescending Oh, you sweet summer children moment.

-Speaking of Game of Thrones, my overwhelming reaction to S5 continues to be: I understand why you made these adaptation choices, I don't necessarily agree with you with you about all of them, and I think in a few cases your execution leaves a lot to be desired. But my ambivalence is mostly drowned out by my gratitude that you're moving the story along before I was forced to perform a one woman reenactment of the Get On With It! crowd scene from Holy Grail.

And from episode five we learned Kill The Boy )

- I have signed up for remix, and I think other people should too. There's no qualifying fandoms this year, which I like, because I always thought they skewed towards old, slashy fandoms and locked people into offering fandoms they were otherwise pretty much done with. But I'll be interested to see how matching shakes out, and if it actually changes what people are writing that much.

See, this is what happens when you grow old in fandom, you start noticing changes in fandom trends, which is a highly specific and difficult to explain hobby.
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Shadow Scale - Rachel Hartman
Fair Fight - Anna Freeman

Shadow Scale is the sequel to Seraphina, about a half dragon girl caught between a coming war between humans and dragons. I didn't like it quite so much as the first one; this is partly grading on a curve because I freakin' adored the first one, partly that the first half of the novel follows Seraphina as she travels around trying to find the other half dragons, and quest narratives do very little for me. I also wasn't thrilled about a wild love triangle appearing. I mean, I loved that Glisselda isn't straight (called it!) and that she and Kiggs went through with their marriage of political convenience. But I wasn't wild about Glisselda turning out to be in love with Seraphina, and if that kiss was meant to be an implication that Seraphina isn't straight herself and they're going to come to some sort of poly understanding it could have stood to be less... wishy washy. I still wonder if the decision to market the books as YA was made at a comparatively late stage, because the characters all seem to have been written as 3-5 years older than their stated ages; it would explain the pasted on love triangle, and vagueness of its conclusion too. I like that it is a duology (everything is a bloody trilogy these days) but I do wonder if it wouldn't have stood up better as one slightly longer volume.

Don't get me wrong, I did like them, and I do recommend them. I think Rachel Hartman did a bang up job with a premise that could very easily have veered into 'sparkling vampires' territory. I just liked the first one better.

Fair Fight is a historical novel set in Victorian England featuring three revolving POVs; Ruth, a boxer raised in a brothel, Charlotte an upperclass miss who is married beneath her station and forms an unlikely friendship with Ruth, and George a manipulative dandy who's involved in a long standing relationship with Charlotte's brother. You know how when you have a book with rotating POVs there's usually one where you go 'oh, not you again', but here I found all three characters compelling, and sympathetic, and repulsive in very different but equally fascinating ways.

I absolutely fell in love with this book, and I usually find boxing a bit... distasteful, but I absolutely loved it. It was a bit like The Crimson Petal and the White, a bit like Fingersmith, and a bit like Life Mask. Highly recommended.

Two thirds of the way through and I think I'll abandon The Secret History of the Pink Carnation. It's a play on the Scarlet Pimpernel and the first real dud of my stroll through historical romance; a bland plucky by the numbers heroine, and equally bland former rake with a heart of gold hero. And maybe it's because of the royal baby has been all over the news this week, but every time the heroine started talking about restoring the monarchy my grumpy inner republican (small r) reared her head.


I've got the election coverage on in the background. Hmm, if the exit polls are right Scotland should have taken independence when it was on the cards. I'm probably not going to stay up much longer, but before I go to bed have a story of the these people don't vote, do they? variety.

My sister is a doctor. An actual medical, dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor not a... doctor. She is a clever lady. She also wanted to vote Green today. I'd voted in the morning and texted her to say that there wasn't a Green standing where we live. We live in a Labour/SNP marginal, our Labour incumbent is a wanker and Dr. Sister hates the SNP. I assumed she'd hold her nose and vote Lib Dem, or spoil her ballot.

Instead - and again this woman is a doctor - she voted for an independent who she knew nothing about on the assumption that he was one of the harmless save-our-hills, save-our-hospital type independents. She went home and googled him; turns out he's a loon of the radical right, who got kicked out of UKIP for being too reactionary, and whose main platform is the reestablishment of the British Empire.

I've never been the brains of the family before; I don't like it.
netgirl_y2k: (panic)
-It was my birthday on Monday. I am now 32. I am very confused as to how this happened as I was 19, like, five minutes ago.

-I took myself off to see Age of Ultron, which was entertaining in the same way a fireworks display is entertaining, in that there were bright colours, loud noises, and explosions, and like a fireworks display, by the two hour mark I was starting to wonder what was happening back in the pub.

Bear in mind that I haven't read a comic book in my life, and there are huge swathes of the MCU I am still unfamiliar with, so maybe it made more sense to others.

A list of things I didn't understand about Age of Ultron )

On the plus side, my lack of familiarity with the wider universe meant that any continuity or characterisation snafus that may have irked other people sailed right over my head.

A list of things I liked about Age of Ultron )

-Not unrelatedly, I very much enjoyed the recent Daredevil series, which I think benefited from notionally being in the MCU, but mostly being off in its own corner doing its own thing, so unlike Agents of SHIELD, and to lesser extent Agent Carter, it doesn't get tangled up in the continuity of the wider universe.

-Also, I am a great believer that a good cure for writer's block is to write something really ridiculous and self indulgent, so on that note here is an Agent Carter soulmate AU:

Because Girls Love Girls and Boys
Agent Carter; Peggy/Angie; 3233 words

Howard Stark and his bloody inventions.

(In which Peggy Carter has excellent teeth, the name Steven G. Rogers written on her skin, and Angie Martinelli.)

AO3 Meme

Apr. 19th, 2015 08:15 pm
netgirl_y2k: (bo & Kenzi huh)
I enjoy both talking about my fic, and watching short columns of numbers doing things slowly, so of course I enjoy that meme where you list your top ten A03 fics and wonder about them.

Top Ten by Hits
1. The Care and Feeding of Tiny Humans (and slightly larger Time Lords) (14060 hits; Doctor Who; Eleven & tiny Amelia)
2. Here Be Dragons (13085 hits; Merlin/Temeraire fusion; Morgana & Aithusa)
3. Every Rose Has a Thorn (and even tame wolves bite) (9021 hits; ASOIAF; Sansa/Margaery)
4. Keep the Bouquets, Throw Away the Grooms (6898 hits; Game of Thrones; Sansa/Margaery, arranged marriage)
5. Living Arrangements (5983 hits; Agent Carter; Peggy/Angie)
6. The Women Kings (5947 hits; Game of Thrones; Sansa/Margaery)
7. Those Who Favour Fire (5766 hits; Game of Thrones; Sansa/Cersei, Sansa/Dany)
8. They Will Crown You, They Will Take Your Legs (5627 hits; Game of Thrones; Dany/Doreah)
9. War Is Easier Than Daughters (5215 hits; Game of Thrones; girl!Jon Snow)
10. Practice Makes Perfect (4579 hits; Game of Thrones; Sansa/Margaery, high school AU)

Top Ten by Kudos
1. Living Arrangements (1029 kudos; Agent Carter; Peggy/Angie)
2. The Care and Feeding of Tiny Humans (and slightly larger Time Lords) (767 kudos; Doctor Who; Eleven & wee Amelia)
3. Keep the Bouquets, Throw Away the Grooms (660 kudos; Game of Thrones; Sansa/Margaery, arranged marriage)
4. Practice Makes Perfect (411 kudos; Game of Thrones; Sansa/Margaery, high school AU)
5. Everything But the Kitchen Sink (409 kudos; Doctor Who; Eleven & dalek!Oswin)
6. Every Rose Has a Thorn (and even tame wolves bite) (399 kudos; ASOIAF; Sansa/Margaery)
7. The Women Kings (366 kudos; Game of Thrones; Sansa/Margaery)
8. The Game of Courtship (268 kudos; ASOIAF; Sansa/Margaery)
9. Those Who Favour Fire (262 kudos; Game of Thrones; Sansa/Cersei, Sansa/Dany)
10. The Sides and All the Corners (228 kudos; Once Upon a Time; Belle/Ruby)

-I never thought that anything, ever, would garner more kudos than The Care and Feeding of Tiny Humans, which is my fandom claim to fame, as it were.
-I suppose that's the difference between anything MCU adjacent and all other fandoms ever since the heyday of Harry Potter.
-Happily, I do think Living Arrangements is a bit good, and now I wish I'd bothered to come up with a better title for it.
-I assume there's some sort of bot thing going on with Here Be Dragons, because thirteen thousand hits for a gen fusion about the female villain and a one ep guest star, wtf?
-I am oddly gratified that inexplicable bot activity not withstanding, and despite my having written nearly twice as many Merlin fics as anything else, there is no Merlin on either of these lists, not even my M/A remixes. Hurrah!
-I find it interesting that my Game of Thrones fic - or fic written early enough in the life of the show that you could still use both tags in good conscience - seems to be more popular than my ASOIAF fic, even though I think my book fic is better, and I had always thought that the book fandom was bigger. Just louder maybe?
-Sansa/Margaery is still a very popular pairing even though they haven't interacted since mis-S3 and likely never will again. Gosh, I love fandom sometimes.
netgirl_y2k: (winter is coming)
I accidentally watched the four leaked episodes of Game of Thrones. I shall now proceed to wait for episode five like some kind of medieval peasant.

I know people were very nervous of some of the S5 spoilers, and S4 was, to be fair, shite, but I was pleasantly surprised by the first half of S5.

GoT 5x1-5x4 )
netgirl_y2k: (cersei fuck)
- The latest victim my puppy's need to chew everything she can get her little jaws around is the muzzle purchased specifically to stop her from destroying shit. She is the bestest puppy in the world in all other ways; repeat slowly ten times and take a shot.

- I fell headfirst into an 80k Amazing Spider-Man fic where Gwen Stacey is Spider Man (it's Maggie Fitzgerald and the Saltwater Drip, and it's practically perfect in every way.) And now I wish that there was an AO3 tag for a secondary female character gets the main dude's abilities or arc, only not just with the names find and replaced, because I want to read all of them. Actually, the fic I want most of all is the one where Peggy Carter gets the super soldier serum, either as a take on Cap or the Winter Soldier, I could go either way.

- My fic for this round of got_exchange was a play on the fact that a key step on the road to the Iron Throne seems to be marrying Margaery Tyrell. It took me an embarrassingly long time to wrangle, especially considering that it's only really one scene. I don't know whether to put that, and my lack of excitement about either S5 or the Sansa teaser chapter, down to my weasel induced off feeling of the last wee while, or as a sign that I'm coming to the end of my fannishness about ASOIAF. Anyway...

The Proposition
Game of Thrones; Margaery Tyrell/Daenerys Targaryen; PG; 1884 words

And I'd be your queen?

Queen consort, I'd thought. The title's negotiable.
netgirl_y2k: (kahlan white dress)
Karen Memory - Elizabeth Bear

Only one book finished this month, and it was one I started in February. Karen Memory should have been the stuff of my id; the central romance was f/f, the central relationships were all among women, a group of mutually supportive sex workers, no less. But, I don't know, the pacing was a little borked, I thought, there never seemed to be a sense of narrative urgency and the various subplots never really came together. There was also the fact that it was steampunk; now, it's not that I don't like steampunk, it's just that I haven't read a whole lot of it. I remember reading a great thing a while ago that in any genres or sub-genres there are the introductory texts (usually some of the first ones written, or those that play the genre straight), then the intermediary texts (those that build on what's come before, and start to play with the established tropes of the genre), etc. And because I haven't read much steampunk I think I've missed a step or twelve between 'what if technology was developed along steam rather than electric lines..?' and 'and then our heroine attacked a nineteenth century submarine with an ambulatory sewing machine.' It was less the book, and more my not being the right kind of genre-savvy. I do think the pacing was dodgy, though.

I dipped in and out of few different Discworld books in memory of Terry Pratchett, but I couldn't settle to read anything straight through.

Actually, I've been feeling a bit twitchy and off all month. Revenge of the Brain Weasels, I guess, which is annoying, because I have been so much better for so long now. Still, I am so much better at managing my anxiety than I used to be - for one thing, anthropomorphising it as playful weasels nibbling at loose wires inside my head has been hugely helpful.

So because it only ever takes me one really good read to yank me out of a book slump, I ask: read any good books lately? Any genres at all, fiction or non-fiction (actually non-fiction might be quite good for my attention span currently), but really anything at all that you've enjoyed or found attention grabbing?
netgirl_y2k: (kahlan white dress)
I was playing an askbox game over on tumblr, about female characters screwed over by their narratives and how I would have fixed it. And as this is a subject I can talk about at, ahem, some length I thought I'd repost my answers here.

Morgana (Merlin) )

Gwen (Merlin) )

Shae (GoT) )

Ros (GoT) )

Sansa Stark (GoT) )

Donna Noble (Doctor Who) )
netgirl_y2k: (gwen beer)
-"I really think having the dog is doing me the world of good, I've got bags more energy," I said, while playing keepie-uppie with a squeaky tennis ball by myself in the living room, and immediately before indulging in a ridiculous fantasy about me and the closing moments of a Champions League final that saw me hoofing the ball across the room and into the television.

I can't even blame the dog for this one, as I'd sent her to the vet to be neutered, and at the time she was lying in her crate, wearing a cone of shame, and staring at me with a look of abject betrayal and resentment.

-Speaking of betrayals of fledgling trust, I was a wee bit dismayed that the series finale of Call the Midwife was taken straight out of the Big Book of Tragic Lesbian Cliches (especially after Last Tango in Halifax; that's two otherwise stellar BBC shows that have pulled this same nonsense in however many months. Do they have a quota to meet?)

After Delia rode off on Patsy's bicycle I didn't even manage to get out the full sentence, "I bet she's about to be hit by a car", before she was hit by a car.

I go to my Mum and Dad's on Sundays for tea, too, and then spend the evening watching telly with them, so I found myself trying to explain the sad lesbian cliche to two people who mentally find and replace the word lesbian with the word goldfish in all conversation.

-Because I don't really go to the pictures anymore, and because I've been such a naysayer on the superhero genre, I'm only now really catching up on the MCU, horrifically out of order, and just as and when they happen to cross my path. I didn't think there would be a wrong way to watch comic book movies, but I think I've found it.

One of the reasons that even the big bombshell moment of Agents of SHIELD S1 did nothing for me was that I didn't know what Hydra was or why being part of it was bad. So I watched The Winter Soldier, and that explained that (although I now retroactively resent AoS for squandering the destruction of SHIELD plot) but I was going, "Hang on, the chap in all the eye makeup asks a good question: who the hell is Bucky?" So just last week I watched the first Captain America movie, but I think I missed the boat, because I'd already seen all of Agent Carter and I was mostly just confused as to why there wasn't more Peggy in Peggy Carter's origin story.

-I have thankfully aged out of strange men coming up to me on the bus and asking what I'm reading. I used to put them off by telling them, in great detail; nobody likes an evangelist. But I looked up from my much thumbed Guards! Guards! paperback at the weekend and found a lad grinning at me over a battered copy of Hogfather.

So we spent a nice commute talking about Pratchett's death, and Pratchett's Death, and our favourite Discworld books, and when I said, "I have to go, this is my stop," it was because it actually was my stop, and not because I was planning to get off and wait for the next bus.

So Terry Pratchett died, and that's terribly sad, but two strangers passed a pleasant half hour of human connection over their shared love of his work, which is not bad.

-The annual Scotland - England Calcutta Cup match was played this weekend gone. During the pre-match coverage the music the BBC chose to play over clips of previous clashes between the sides was The Rains of Castamere.

Fitting really; not just for the Calcutta Cup, but for Scotland's performance this entire Six Nations. Not so much The Lannisters Send Their Regards, as All Of Europe Sends Its Regards, Again.

-Because I am exactly the sort of weirdo that is fascinated by AO3 statistics, and likes to watch columns of numbers slowly climb upwards, I was sort of interesting to see that the Peggy/Angie fic I wrote a month ago is now my most kudosed fic, eclipsing The Care and Feeding of Tiny Humans which has been my most popular story (by several orders of magnitude) since I first joined the A03.

From this I am taking the following: 1) the MCU, even the femslash-y spin-off bit, is a freakish outlier in terms of kudos, 2) correctly predicting a series endgame will buy you a certain amount of attention due to sheer novelty value.

Also, I would not do well in a m/m juggernaut because I don't think I could cope with that amount of people looking at me (another reason, of course, is that I think people can tell when you are writing for kudos and not for joy).

-Speaking of writing for joy, I have become weirdly fascinated with the soulmate mark trope recently. Like, if I were going to write another Peggy/Angie fic right now it would be a soulmate AU (of the I'm your soulmate, and you're not mine, but if you can get over that I'd like to try and make this work variety). Or there's the Sansa/Margaery one where it's not your soulmate's name or first words that appear on your skin, but their house sigil, and both Sansa and Margaery have a lot of brothers.

I am a ridiculous person, I know.
netgirl_y2k: (winter is coming)
Puppy, free to a good home
Puppy, free to a home
Puppy, free

I jest. But, man, my dog is growing up to be an asshole dog.

She has ridden in the car since she was tiny with no problems. This weekend she very quietly and industriously managed to chew her way through two seatbelts, pull the plastic moulding off from over the lights, and chew through the wires - shorting out my rear lights and giving herself an electric shock.

You would think this would have discouraged her from chewing. It did not. Sometimes of an evening, if I'm reading or watching telly, the puppy will lie sleeping under the side table. Except it turns out that she hasn't been sleeping. What she has been doing is very sneakily gnawing her way right through one of the table legs. Which I discovered one night when I'd put the dog in her crate and gone to bed myself, and was woken by a humungous crash which was the table giving out under the weight and crashing to the ground.

That was the closest she came to being given away since she was tiny and she bit right through my earlobe. That's something that they don't tell you about puppies - that you will spend your first few weeks with this adorable little ball of fuzz that you have acquired with the express intention of loving to bits, you will spend those first few weeks being eaten by inches and looking worriedly sideways at your new best friend going, this animal is evil, and clearly harbors ill-will towards me.

I have been and purchased her a tiny muzzle for car rides. It's ridiculous - I have this tiny, waggy tailed puppy with a muzzle and a metal chain lead (after she chewed straight through three fabric ones), the sort you would expect to see on, like, vicious guard dogs.

We were out for a walk the other week, and we met someone with a tiny little spaniel puppy. Tiny little thing it was, all wide eyed and frightened on its first day out - and Freya sat on it. Just plonked herself right down on top of it, wagged her tail, and looked up as if to say, only pay attention to me.

Proper little asshole she is. Ah, well, she's off to be fixed next week - it's that time; I think I've met every boy dog in a six mile radius - so she'll have a richly deserved cone of shame.

It's worth mentioning that, by and large, Freya is growing into a cracking little dog. Affectionate and (mostly) obedient and playful, and all that jazz. And sometimes asshole pets are the best pets, because you think that no one will ever love them and all their asshole ways the way you will.
netgirl_y2k: (fire cannot kill a dragon)
If you could have me write a fic specifically for you, what would it be like? Fandom, characters/pairing, genre, plot elements, kinks (if applicable)... what's your ideal fic from me?
netgirl_y2k: (panic)
Dead Girl Walking - Christopher Brookmyre
The Unquiet Dead - Ausma Zehanat Khan
Faithful Place - Tana French
Broken Harbor - Tana French

All thrillers this month, for a change of pace.

Dead Girl Walking I was really excited about, because the last Jack Parlabane book came out, like, five years ago, and it's one of my favourite series. It's not Brookmyre's best title; nothing will ever beat Attack of the Unsinkable Rubber Ducks in my book.

It wouldn't surprise me if this was the last Jack Parlabane book; the way a lot of characters from previous books made what seemed like a finale farewell appearance, and the way Brookmyre, who's always seemed to be a pretty socially conscious writer, seems to have accepted that in this day and age you can't have your protagonist be a journalist who uses, ahem, extra legal methods and still pretend he's the hero. I do kind of admire writers who know when to retire a series, though.

Anyway, it was good; I enjoyed the central mystery, involving an awesome lesbian rock star, her violinist sort of girfriend, and a sex trafficking ring. But it's probably not the best place to jump into the series, more a fond farewell to some long established characters.

The Unquiet Dead, on the other hand, is the first in a series; actually, I think it's the author's first book. You can sort of tell; the pacing's not great, and the conclusion is spoiler )

It's a Canadian set murder mystery where the victim very quickly turns out to be connected to the Bosnian war; and the narrative is split between the investigation and flashbacks to the genocide. The thing that really elevates this book and makes it worth reading is that the author is apparently an international human rights lawyer who was involved in the war crimes trials and really knows her stuff; the chapter headings are taken from the statements of survivors, which adds poignancy to the whole thing.

I'd almost given up on the Dublin Murder Squad books after The Likeness. My problem with that book was the idea of a murder victim who was so the spitting image of an undercover detective that the detective could move in with her housemates for weeks on end without raising any eyebrows completely shattered my suspension of disbelief.

Thankfully the next two books in the series hew a bit closer to reality. Faithful Place is about a twenty year old cold case and a dysfunctional family, and Broken Harbor is about a family massacre and the early days of the recession in Ireland.

As much as I'm enjoying Tana French's patented blend of ambiguous endings and strangely dislikable yet compelling protagonist, I'm taking a break from the thrillers for a while, and I'm halfway through Elizabeth Bear's Karen Memory, which so far contains a steampunk version of the American goldrush, a group of friendly prostitutes, a central f/f relationship, and an evil mind control machine, and I'm absolutely freakin' loving it!

Only four books this month, but February is a short month, plus I fell into an Agent Carter fanfic shaped whole. I couldn't help it... Peggy/Angie is like the friends-to-lovers sprinkled coffee shop AU x spy AU of my heart.

Anyway, here are some recs for fics I have especially enjoyed.

Griffith House Rules by [archiveofourown.org profile] The-Stephanois Five times Angie heard noises coming from Peggy's apartment and the one time she caused them.

take a look at what i found by [archiveofourown.org profile] likebrightness Peggy knocks before she can think better of it. Hopes Angie wakes up before Miss Fry does.

After the Applause by [archiveofourown.org profile] tartanfics Angie doesn't have anyone waiting for her out in the audience. She didn't get to tell Peggy she finally got a part in a show; Peggy wasn't there to tell. She ran lines with Sarah from 4A. There's been not a word from Peggy, nothing, after Angie went to all the trouble of calling up her family and finding Peggy a way out of the city.

The Scheme of Things by [archiveofourown.org profile] QuickYoke Angie manages to cross the pond to England during the last years of the War. But she soon finds that helping with the war effort isn't all that cracked up to be.

wake up where the clouds are far behind me by [archiveofourown.org profile] ProfessorSpork Angie’s lips are half-cocked in a smirk but the eyebrows give her away, lifted in poorly-masked concern. “Still not sure what kinda errand needs doing on the Brooklyn Bridge alone at this hour. You sure you’re done, Pegs?” That’s the question, isn’t it?

Semi-related. I have a blanket permission to podfic statement tucked away somewhere on AO3, which I quite often forget all about until someone takes me up on it.

And [archiveofourown.org profile] reena_jenkins took me up on it and podifcced Living Arrangements.

Now, I don't often listen to podfic of my own stuff all the way through. Not because I don't love that people record it, because I absolutely do, but because as soon as I'm listening to it all I can hear is my weird word choices and awkward sentence structures. But this I listened to all the way through. Twice. Reena's reading is so good that she managed to make me forget I'd written it.
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I didn't get to watch the Agent Carter finale until just now. It's not being shown over here (boo, hiss!) and as the UK is turning into Big Brother on the internet censorship front, watching anything suspiciously foreign has become a total pain in the arse.

One upshot of this is that I have been watching a lot more UK telly. This should really be a whole other post, but in short: The Wolf Hall adaptation is wonderful; The The Casual Vacancy one less so; Broadchurch probably didn't need a second series, no, but it beat the hell out of yet another repeat of Midsomer Murders, and Call The Midwife is Sunday evening telly at its very finest.

The other upshot is that it turns out there were a lot of US shows I was only watching out of habit and didn't mind dropping (Once Upon a Time) and the ones I do want to keep up with (Elementary, The Good Wife) do get shown here, albeit weeks or months after their original airings, but they're not shows where I'm in the fandom, so I don't feel like I need to stay current to keep up with the conversation.

But Agent Carter, oh, Agent Carter. It had its flaws, and I'm not blind to them, but to me it was worth every second of swearing at my elderly macbook and wrangling VPNs.

I was actually slightly spoiled for the finale by opening my e-mail this morning to discover, like, six comments on my lone Agent Carter fic going HOW DID YOU KNOW?

Teeny spoiler )

Speaking of that fic, I'm actually kind of sorry that I can't get it together fannishly with the rest of the MCU, because not that I write fic for validation, and if I did, boy, would I be writing the wrong sort of fic, mostly, but damn, that there was some nice validation.

Agent Carter finale )
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My one, and likely only, sidestep into anything Marvel related has probably ruined me forever for puttering about in more moderately sized fandoms.

Living Arrangements
Agent Carter; Peggy Carter/Angie Martinelli; PG; 3414 words

Angie almost says, I think Peggy and me are basically married, and I don't think she's noticed, just to see the look on Jarvis's face.


Feb. 14th, 2015 09:54 pm
netgirl_y2k: (sansa wolf girl)
1. Spent half an hour this evening painting my nails blue, because I'm off to the Scotland - Wales Six Nations match tomorrow. This means that at half time when we're twenty points down and I start affecting a Welsh accent I can just shove my hands into my pockets.

Ain't optimism grand.

2. I saw the final Hobbit film, which I hadn't been planning to see, but it was a birthday thing. I... liked it, as much as it's possible to like a two hour CGI battle sequence the ending of which renders the previous seven hours of cinematic self-indulgence largely pointless.

In its defense, it was by far my favourite of the three.

3. Today my puppy brought me a dead mouse.

Dear puppy, if I had wanted murder presents I would have gotten a cat. Please stop this at once.

4. I have the urge to write fic for the first time in months. I blame Agent Carter. Okay, I know nothing about New York in 1946, the comics, or the rest of the MCU, and anything I start writing will most likely be jossed to high heaven in the last couple of episodes.

Still, it's nice to feel creative again.
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I continue to be besotted with Agent Carter, a show I enjoy all the more for ignoring half of tumblr screaming at the other half about it. I don't know, I'm uncomfortable with anyone being told to watch something they're not interested in for great justice, or indeed any other reason (you do you, etc.) but I'm also a little uncomfortable with this being where the line in the sand is being drawn vis-a-vis diversity in the MCU.

Agent Carter 1x6 )

Ah, well. If Agent Carter goes on past these eight episodes then that will be awesome; and if it doesn't, well, it'll be small and perfectly formed. And I'll have a better grounds for my half arsed grudge against the MCU than my extremely immature and mean spirited sulk that fandom is sobbing over this thing that I don't care about.
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Romancing the Duke - Tessa Dare
The World's Wife - Carol Ann Duffy
Carol - Patricia Highsmith
My Real Children - Jo Walton
In The Woods - Tana French
The Likeness - Tana French

Because I wanted to continue dipping my toe into historical romances this year, my first book of 2015 was Romancing the Duke, in which an impoverished young lady and secret author unexpectedly inherits a castle, only to find that the previous owner, a crotchety and recently blinded duke, is still in residence. It was light, and charming, and neatly managed to avoid the tropes (rape as love, dub-con stuff) that I am leery of encountering in historical romance. To be fair, I don't know how prevalent those tropes really are, and how much I'm just being a snob...

There was some good stuff in there about being a fan, too, which I thought was quite impressive to work into an historical romance.

So I'm going to read the next Castles Ever After book, and then I'm going to go back and see what else [personal profile] selenay has read and liked. Because in books, as in fanfic, if you find someone whose tastes overlaps with yours, then it's okay, I think, to stalk their recommendations.

The World's Wife is the first collection of poetry I've read since, gosh, secondary school. That's one reading resolution for the year ticked off! A collection of poems about the wives of historical, fictional, and mythological figures; all excellent. It's probably the only book of poetry I'll read this year, but at least I'm not scared of poetry any more!

Fun fact, I have to read poems aloud, or at least mouth along, or my brain just skips right over them. So, no reading on public transport.

Carol I'd been meaning to read for years and finally got around to it in anticipation of the upcoming film. I found it a bit slow in the beginning, but compelling and beautifully written. But because it was a book about lesbians written in the 50s (late 40s, maybe?) I was reading it braced for tragedy. And the fact that it didn't end in tears was such a huge relief and, like, a crushing weight that I didn't even know was there off my shoulders. This, by the way, is why diversity in fiction is as important now as it was in 1952. Anyway, I ended up really loving it.

Despite the fact that I want to read every word Jo Walton has ever set down in print (and also, kind of, poke around inside her brain to see how it works) I had put off reading My Real Children because the main character is an elderly woman with dementia - real life and my hobby getting a little too close, there - who remembers living two different lives. It was a lot like Kate Atkinson's Life After Life if more overtly science fiction-y. In the end I was glad I read it, I thought it was wonderful and swallowed it whole.

Then I read In The Woods and The Likeness, the first two books in The Dublin Murder Squad series, where a secondary character in the preceding book is the protagonist of the next one. They're good; a bit more literary than your average murder mystery series, which can be a good thing, but sometimes seems to come at the expense of pacing and narrative urgency.

I'll get back to the rest of the series, but there's a reason why my current read is Dead Girl Walking by Chris Brookmyre, which has no illusions at all about being literary, but is certainly exciting.

One of my new years resolutions vis-a-vis reading was to abandon books that weren't working for me. Now I often come back to, and ended up loving, books that I've abandoned, because it was a timing thing more than anything. But with the aim of fewer false starts in future I'm going to start recording books that I did not finish and why.

So in January I DNF Black Blade Blues by J.A. Pitts, which despite it featuring a lesbian main character and dragons, and thus being right up my alley, I abandoned at about the 1/3 mark for the following reasons, 1) the writing, which was a bit blunt and functional; nor necessarily a deal breaker, but not what I was in the mood for just then, 2) the main character having a lot of self loathing and internalized homophobia, including lashing out at the idea of a wider gay community, and I get enough of that in the privacy of my own skull, thank you very much.


Jan. 30th, 2015 05:59 pm
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Freya is now five months old and no longer the adorable little butterball I brought home in November, and she and I continue to coexist in cheerful chaos.

Puppy pictures )
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My Guilty Pleasures

I feel like the answer to this should be something like the huge wedge of toffee apple wensleydale I've polished off throughout the course of today, and although I wasn't really enjoying it towards the end there, and although I certainly could stand to take more care with what I eat -- I feel like feeling guilty about food is the start of a huge, awful rollercoaster that you can never get off and benefits no-one but the people who stand to profit from making women feel like shit.

So, I ate a huge wedge of cheese today, it was delicious, and it's not like I'm going to eat another one tomorrow. So, whatever.

I could also feel bad about drinking if I so chose. I could certainly feel bad about Saturday night, where I drank enough to spend all of Sunday laid up with the sort a hangover that just got worse throughout the day - I think it was my body's way of reminding me that I'm not twenty-five anymore.

When asked if I had gone out on the piss for Hogmanay, I replied: of course not, I'm old now, I can't go places or do things the way I once could.

So I drank more than I meant to, I spent more than I meant to - I'll say this for liking a dram of single malt, it does rather price you out of problem drinking; also, whoever suggested that I might enjoy caol ila, I did, very much - and I had a bitch of a hangover the next day. But even the hangover served its purpose as I woke up just long enough to watch all the aired episodes of Agent Carter. I have never really been charmed by any part of the MCU; in fact, I take a childish pride in how singularly uncharmed I am, but I am utterly besotted by Agent Carter.

My regrets over drinking tend to be more financial than otherwise, and although I'd be lying if I said I didn't like a drink, I don't make a habit of going overboard - so, again, no guilt.

People talk about guilty pleasures in relation to music a lot, but one of the things I like most about being in my thirties now is that I have aged out of music snobbery, and hey it turns out that enjoying a bit of Taylor Swift isn't going to get my rock chick credentials revoked.

If we're talking about guilty pleasures as in things I actually feel guilty about, then, fictional lesbians and the things I will do for them.

Guys, the terrible, terrible shows I have watched on the promise of canon femslash.

Recently, this has worked out well for me with the Carmilla webseries and the Legend of Korra, which I thought were both excellent. On the other hand, I have watched all of Faking It even though I have to watch it with one eye closed and squinting through the other because it stomps on every embarrassment squick I possess. I have never watched an entire episode of Glee (a good decision, I feel) however I do watch those cuts with just the Brittany/Santana scenes, including this latest one - I am not proud of myself for this.

Best writing advice - your own or somebody else's

My own advice would be useless, not least because I haven't written a word since, jeepers, September. Which, not coincidentally was when I got the puppy. She chews everything, everything. I'd have no sooner opened the laptop than she'd be gnawing on the wires. And because she's such a fuzzy little weapon of mass destruction she already has to be in a crate overnight and when I'm out, so I'm loathe to put her in when I'm home unless it's absolutely necessary.

Happily she is now, not well behaved, no, but bright enough not to chew forbidden things when I'm actually in the room with her. So hopefully writing can resume soon.

When I am writing I'm a very linear writer. I can't skip around from scene to scene. Which means if I get stuck, I'm stuck, and if I don't get unstuck quickly I get frustrated, then bored, and the story gets abandoned. Gosh, I'm practically a puppy myself...

So some advice I have found very useful is this: when you get stuck, write a string of swear words in block capital letters (so that you remember to come back and fix it later) and carry on from the next bit where you know what happens. And at least in my head it creates the illusion of an unbroken narrative.

Like so: blah, blah, blah, oh, god this is the bit where I don't know what happens.


Next scene I know, blah, blah, blah.

I wish I could remember whose advice it is, because I have found it very useful.
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I meant to answer this before Christmas, but up until this week this winter had actually been very mild, but it's snowed this last couple of days so this seems a good time to get to [personal profile] frayadjacent's question: Winter in Scotland. Love it/hate it? Any favorite "it's always dark outside" activities?

Today, I love it. It's cold and still and clear, there's a blanket of snow on the ground. It's the first time my puppy's seen snow, too, (Freya's first snow day!) and I've been cruelly amusing myself by throwing snowballs for her to chase. I also didn't have anywhere to be; so I could just come in when I was getting chilly, and I didn't have to try to get through an entire working day with cold, wet feet.

I find snow romantic, but only in very narrow circumstances, and only because it doesn't snow here every winter, and usually only for a few days.

Normally, I hate winter. Not because of the cold-- I will always take being too cold over being too hot. And I kind of like that sort of still, frosty cold, but this being Scotland we don't get that kind of cold we just cycle through the seventeen different kind of rain, and in winter the prevailing kind of rain is freezing, sideways rain.

Basically, winter in Scotland is dreich.

Dreich, by the way, is my favourite Scots word, it means a combination of dull, overcast, drizzly, cold, misty and miserable weather. At least 4 of the above adjectives must apply before the weather is truly dreich.

I copied and pasted that definition; I'm bad at explaining what words mean. When I was a student one of my best friends was Polish, and her English was better than mine, but occasionally we stumbled across a word she'd just never heard before. Like, once, I said that I thought a lad she'd been going out with was a bit gormless. What does gormless mean? she asked. Um... um, I said, it means to lack gorm...

I hate winter for difference reasons every year.

One year I was working in a windowless shop in the middle of a sprawling mall. Depending on how your shifts shook out you could go for days or weeks without seeing daylight. By mid-January you could call in and go "I can't come in to work today, I've got rickets."

This year I'm on split shifts, which is good in a lot of ways, it meant I could have a puppy, for one, but it does mean that I get to walk to and from work, in the rain, twice.

Some things I (like to) do in winter

-Puppy walking. There are mornings, when the rain is bouncing, when I think I'm not a dog person after all, I'm a cat person who's made a huge mistake.

Puppy training. Freya's been walked off her lead since she had her vaccinations, on the dubious logic that if I kept her on until she was six months or a year I'd finally let her off only for her to disappear into the middle distance never to be seen again. At first her recall was brilliant and I thought, Aha, I have a genius dog! It transpires that when puppies are tiny they just glom onto your ankles, on the dubious assumption that you're the one who knows what's going on. Freya is now big enough that she's realised that there are more interesting things in the world than me. Her recall is still really good, proving there aren't any other dogs in the area, people to pet her, anything to eat, loud noises, or birds to chase...

And how you train a puppy to come when called, at least, how I'm doing it, is that you call them then take off at a dead run in the opposite direction so they'll chase you, you jump up and down and wave your arms, and run away and hide behind trees. The idea is to make yourself interesting to something with a puppy sized attention span.

It's actually kind of fortunate that I'm doing all this halfway down muddy hiking trails in the dead of winter when there's no one around to see, because it looks like I'm having some manner of episode.

-Wearing huge, ridiculous, fuzzy jumpers, often with pictures of owls on them.

I'm a fan of the ugly Christmas jumper, anyway. But many years ago I made a terrible mistake, I was watching one of those BBC wildlife documentaries with my family, and there was a section on owls and I said, offhand, "Oh, I like owls."

Later I compounded this mistake, when my mum bought me a metal bookmark with a dangling owl on it and I said, "Oh, you remembered I liked owls." (Should have said, Oh, you remembered I like to read.) So, now whenever family giftgiving time comes around I am thought of as Owl Lady. I have owl earrings, owl stuffed animals, owl bags, owl t-shirts, and about twelve owl Christmas jumpers in varying degrees of ugliness; I rotate them throughout the winter.

-Making soup. From my dad I learned how to change a tire, wire a plug, bleed a radiator, hem some trousers, and make an omelette. I didn't grow up in a particularly gender essentialist household, I don't think, dad did everything and mum supervised; that's a bit gender essentialist, I suppose.

My mum's contribution to my life skills was vegetable soup. If you can make vegetable soup, she said, you'll never be cold or hungry. One potato, one onion, half a jug of stock (dad taught me how to make chicken stock) and your vegetable of choice. So now all through winter I just make one huge pot of soup after another and live off them for a week at a time.

This week is pea and mint; next week is broccoli and stilton.

-Drinking hot whiskey. Honey rather than sugar. Lemon but no cloves. Jameson or The Famous Grouse, please, I don't care how cold you are, that is not what 12 yr old Balvenie is for - (based on real events.)


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