[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 )


Nov. 27th, 2016 11:20 pm
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The Trespasser - Tana French
Smaller and Smaller Circles - FH Batacan
The Hanging Tree - Ben Aaronovitch
A Week to be Wicked - Tessa Dare
A Lady by Midnight - Tessa Dare
Beauty and the Blacksmith - Tessa Dare

I've liked all of Tana French's Dublin Murder Squad books to various degrees, but I really, really loved The Trespasser. It's told from the point of view of Antionette Conway, partner of Stephen Moran one of the protagonists of The Secret Place. And I know the conceit of the series is that the detectives are different in each book, but, honestly I would read an entire series of mysteries about Moran and Conway. There's been a recurring theme through the books of partnerships crashing and burning, but Moran and Conway hit the rocks, and then come out stronger on the other side, and I just really, really love their partnership.

I am curious to see who the protagonist of the next book will be, because it's usually someone who was a supporting character in the previous book - but I can't think of any obvious candidates from The Trespasser.

Actually, the other thing that struck me was that the Dublin Murder Squad books have all had this thread of... magical realism, I guess, to various degrees. In The Secret Place it got a little more overt than I would have liked, but I think The Trespasser was the first one with no hints of it at all.

So, yeah, anyway, if you're interested in a series of Irish murder mysteries solved by detectives who seem like the very worst people in the world until you get into their heads, with occasional notes of magical realism then I can't recommend Dublin Murder Squad enough.

Smaller and Smaller Circles was billed as the first Filipino crime novel (or maybe just the first in translation?) and the main mystery, in which two priests investigate the murder and mutilations of slum kids is just... fine, but it's worth a read for the setting alone; the sense of place in a poverty stricken area of Manila is superb.

I really liked the first Rivers of London book, then got increasingly annoyed at books two-through-four. I had less than no interest in Nightingale, who seemed to be the focus of what fandom there was, and I was stubbornly, Scottishly annoyed at all the wanking over London. But I fell back into the series with book five and now The Hanging Tree. I am finding myself charmed all over again by Peter's narration, and especially enjoyed the inclusion of a transgender witch who wants to use magic to fly. I was a little underwhelmed by the revelation of the Faceless Man's identity, but as I care less about the overarching plot than I do about Peter, then eh.

I have been having a reading slump of late (I've been having an everything slump) and some regency romance always goes down easy, so I applied myself to Tessa Dare's Spindle Cove series.

I got off to a good start with A Week to be Wicked in which a lady geologist tries to prove the existence of dinosaurs with the occasional help, occasional hinderance of a charming, insomniac viscount, and I really loved it a lot. Then I read A Lady by Midnight in which a music teacher and secret heiress falls in love with a taciturn, overtly unpleasant soldier, who's keeping a secret from the heroine about her dark past for her own good; not even the fact that they're co-parenting a puppy could make this my cup of tea. Beauty and the Blacksmith is exactly what it says on the tin: a well brought up young lady falls in love with a blacsmith; this was thin even by romance novella standards and didn't really have enough room to let the characters... be characters.

So, I think maybe that's my palate cleansed and I'm due a change of genre. I've got the Colson Whitehead novel The Underground Railroad, or maybe the second novel in Ken Liu's Dandelion Dynasty

I started but didn't finish Sarah Kuhn's Heroine Complex, it was just Too Twee for me. I only made it to the one third mark before I was rooting for the cupcake shaped demons to suck the sickeningly hipster San Francisco of the book straight to hell.
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I booked my holidays; I'm off on a Guinness drinking jolly to Dublin & Galway for Hogmanay, hurrah.

holiday love meme 2016
my thread here
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Tiny, awesome news: a while ago I was talking about how two of my best friends had been going through the long, arduous process of trying to adopt a child. Well after, like, two years of paperwork, and interviews, waiting, and more waiting the adoption has come through. They are adopting a little boy of three, who likes dinosaurs and pretending to be a farmer.

He's coming to live with them in early January, and they're going to have a late Christmas then, because if you can't have two christmases in a fortnight when you're three and have just been adopted, then when can you? So I get to play Auntie Gillian, and have fun over the holidays trying to pick out the perfect present for a three year old.

Some cool things I have found out as an onlooker during this process: firstly, I didn't know this, but you still get the full year's paternity leave whether you have a baby or adopt an older child; and secondly, in addition to being able to prove that you're sober and able to keep the kid in shoes etc, the local authority the adoption was arranged through like you to provide evidence that you're not homophobic or transphobic, because who's to say that you won't get a kid who's gay or trans; which is apparently why my character reference, as someone who knows nothing about parenting but could testify that they're the very best sort of straight people, was very helpful.

I'm off to the rugby with the expectant parents this afternoon as a sort of celebratory last hurrah.

Wrote another fic; 7.5k in a week and written during the copious free time I've created by not watching the news or reading the papers:

Had A Dream I Was The Queen (woke up, still the queen) (A Song of Ice and Fire; Lyanna Stark/Elia Martell; Role Reversal AU)

"I have my son, I have a crown I never asked for, and seven kingdoms I don't know how to rule." Lyanna laid her hand on Elia's knee, squeezed, and said, "And I have you."
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I've been on a self imposed news blackout since Tuesday, which I broke today to check the UK headlines (on the off chance that Nicola Sturgeon has been advocating for ceding from planet Earth out of sheer bafflement) and the first thing I saw was a picture of Trump and Nigel Farage gurning in a gold plated elevator. And, like, sorry America, I know you've been through a lot already, but jaysus keep him, we don't want him back.

I think that's the thing I haven't been able to get my head around since Brexit. If there ever was a populist revolution, and God knows, maybe there should be, one of the ways you'll be able to tell that it's on the level is that it probably won't be being spearheaded by a self proclaimed billionaire and the anthropomorphic personification of the Daily Mail.

Anyway, on a totally different subject: asexuality.

I've been talking about being asexual, or grey ace, or kinda ace on tumblr for a while, mostly to get used to using the word. And the other day an anon asked me to talk about it, and I did, and because using words is good and how we get comfortable with them, I'm going to talk about it more here.

It's funny, because I knew I was gay when I was fifteen, but the asexual thing is a revelation I've had within, like, the last year. So that's the best part of twenty years between Hey, I'd like to kiss that girl and Hey, I'd like to kiss that lady but, er that's probably all...

I suppose it's not so surprising, it's always harder to prove a negative. And because I didn't have the word asexual until comparatively recently I called it all sorts of other things. I thought it was my hilarious self-loathing issues at play; I thought it was internalised misogyny or internalised homophobia; I thought I just had a low sex drive (like, really low, super low, nonexistent low.) I called myself celibate for a long time, but stopped because celibacy implies that you're somehow depriving yourself; it's not really a diet if you just don't care for the taste of cake.

I like grey ace as an umbrella term; a little because it makes me sound like a wizard in a fantasy trilogy, but mostly because I don't hate sex; I've liked it fine in the past, but if it were never to happen again I wouldn't notice or care.

I was a carer for an elderly relative with dementia for the better part of a decade; and let me tell you, that will put a dent in anybody's social life. But I came out the other side of that and of all the things I'd missed (having a job, going on holiday, being able to go out for the day without arranging respite care weeks in advance) sex wasn't one of them.

Kissing on the other hand? Boy, do I miss kissing.

I've been talking about this to one of my offline mates, and because, bless him, he got this blank-yet-attentive look at the word asexual, the analogy I've been using is about kayaking. To whit:

My relationship to sex is not unlike my relationship to kayaking. I’ve never had a bad or traumatic experience kayaking; I'm not like this because of some sort of near drowning. And if I met someone who I really liked and wanted to make happy, and they wanted to take me kayaking? Then sure, maybe. Enthusiasm is contagious, and people who’re very keen kayakers are often good at the technical, fiddly bits of kayaking. But it would never occur to me to suggest kayaking, and in all honesty I’d prefer to be doing almost anything else, up to and including actual, literal kayaking.

In conclusion: sex has now been renamed kayaking; for added confusion, kayaking will still be called kayaking.


Nov. 9th, 2016 05:42 pm
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If I were an American I would probably be getting extremely hacked off with people who're not American telling me how sorry they are, but for what it's worth I am sorry, both about the result, and that I followed this clusterfuck of an election like it was reality tv and derived any pleasure from it at all. In my defence, I just assumed that a Clinton victory was a mortal lock, because I apparently haven't been paying attention this year and thought that we were still living in the world where Lawful Good would pull through in the end.

And, yeah, there are reasons to be frighted of Trump from this side of the Atlantic; from the slightly hysterical: this man's going to have the nuclear launch codes, and my house is within the fallout radius of Faslane where the American nukes eye-wateringly expensive "independent" British nuclear deterrent are parked, to the less alarmist: whatever direction the US goes the UK follows like a puppy missing its master's leg, likely more so than ever now that we're determined to burn all our bridges with the EU.

But it wasn't my election, and it's not my country, and I should stop word vomiting my feelings all over people who're going to be much more directly effected than me.

After the Brexit referendum, my sister who lives in the Republic of Ireland and had her life plan buggered sideways by the vote, drank six pints of Guinness, half a bottle of Tequila, vomited copiously, and spent four days in bed eating cold pizza and watching Netflix - and this is my sister the doctor, so this coping strategy has a medical stamp of approval - and on the fifth day she got back up.

Burying my head in the sands of fandom is more my thing. I actually posted a fic yesterday evening. Good timing, eh? You're a Wanker, Number 9 (GoT, Sansa/Margaery; kinda sorta an Imagine Me & You AU)
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During the anon period of [community profile] femslashex I played that game on tumblr where you get people to guess which fics you wrote. Literally everybody who guessed was right. I'm very predictable apparently; also, I have a very recognisable over-reliance on the em-dash.

My main fic was:

The Fast Return (The Rook Files; Odette/Felicity)
As it turned out, Felicity had strong opinions on feathered dinosaurs. "It's not even like the feathers make them less scary. A twelve foot tall chicken trying to murder you is terrifying--" Odette dug her fingernails into Felicity's knee "--I would imagine."

Yay for getting to write in the current tiny fandom of my heart. Really, properly. I got the assignment and went: Hurrah, an excuse to reread a five hundred page fantasy novel I read not six weeks ago. I also wrote a treat because, well, I saw the words Root/Shaw and superhero AU and my lizard brain took over.

Lady Lazarus #1 (Person of Interest; Root/Shaw)
"Let me get this straight, you want me to join up with a slightly reformed supervillain and a man who's one bad life choice away from lurking on rooftops dressed as a bat while you play Alfred in a disused subway station?"

I got:

Contractual Obligations (Game of Thrones; Dany/Yara) which was great fun, because after taking the Iron Throne why wouldn't Dany have a harem?

Plus I read a load of other great fics that I highly recommend:

shake loose all your garnet jewels (Lord of the Rings; Eowyn/Arwen)
I've always wanted a fic where Arwen or Eowyn are part of the Fellowship, so one where they both are, and it's got femslash, and it's beautifully written, was pretty perfect.

smarter than the tricks played on your heart (Ghostbusters; Abby/Erin)
I came out of the film adoring the friendship between these two, so this lovely bit of shippy backstory was welcome indeed.

Frae Ilka Danger (Code Name Verity; Julie/Maddie)
A coffeeshop AU that really worked. Boy, does it work!

fighting in the emptiness of this labyrinth
(Buffy the Vampire Slayer; Tara/Faith)
An AU where Tara runs away with Faith? If this had been written back when I was in the fandom I never would have stopped screaming. I mean, I still love it now. But back then? Screaming. Forever.

She Moves in Mysterious Ways (Person of Interest; Shaw/the Machine)
I am an absolute sucker for fics about Shaw moving on with the Machine.

Little By Little, Inch By Inch (Star Wars/Voyager; Janeway/Leia)
Now that's how you do a crossover!
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Tonight I cancelled going to look at a litter of puppies because it's extremely hard to say no I don't want one when faced with a litter of puppies.

What happened was, some people down the road from me have two chocolate labradors, a brother and a sister, and they didn't get the boy dog fixed in time and, ahem. And I came up as a person who loves dogs and is a sucker for a good sob story.

It's not that I don't want another dog, maybe, but I got to thinking about not just two sets of vaccinations and insurance, but about possible future vet bills for a dog that's that inbred, and behavioural problems because the mum's just a puppy herself. And if I do get another dog I think I'd like it to be an adult rescue dog, rather than another pup.

Yay for me being responsible, I guess.

Maybe I could just go and look at the puppies? No. No, I couldn't. That's how I ended up with the dog I've already got; someone wafted a basket of puppies under my easily led nose. Actually, the other reason I got her was that I know the woman who owns her dad, and she felt so bad about him defiling the neighbourhood bitch that she was trying to find a good home for at least one of the puppies. Her sales pitch to me was if she's got her daddy's nature she'll be a great little dog. And this has proved to be not untrue, she has grown up to be a cracking dog; there was just a year and a bit there where she was a terrible, terrible puppy. And it occurred to me that it's been a while since I talked about my ridiculous dog.

That is a terrible picture of the dog, but it may be the best one of me that's ever been taken.

-Her name is Freya. She also answers to chicken, buggerlugs, madam, Bruno, and drop it drop it DROP IT.

-She is a Mostly Labrador. Which means she's three quarters Lab, to one quarter *shrug*

-She is 25kg, often covered in mud and things you really want to be mud, and she thinks she is a lapdog.

-She is the friendliest dog in the world. Unless you want to come into my house, in which case she thinks she is Batdog.

-She can't bark. She can manage one bark, but then she chokes on the second.

-She doesn't understand fetch; she does however enjoy having tennis balls kicked directly into her mouth.

A brief list of things Freya has chewed:
-The downstairs curtains up to the height of, like, a small puppy standing on her hind legs
-The interior of a puppy crate
-Two muzzles purchased specifically to stop her chewing
-The interior of my mother's car

A brief list of things Freya has needed to be rescued from:
-Next door's cat
-The middle of a herd of dairy cattle
-An adolescent swan
-Five inches of water

A brief list of things Freya hates:
-Unaccompanied men
-Next door's cat
-Humpback bridges
-That suspicious looking outcropping of rocks halfway down the hiking trail

A brief list of reasons Freya would not survive on her own:
-She walked face first into a rose bush and looked up at me pitifully while I removed a thorn from her nostril
-I sometimes try to give her food in, like, a puzzle toy to keep her occupied and she always ignores it on the grounds that easier food will be along shortly. Sometimes she'll bring the toy to me to get me to fish the food out for her. Why have a dog and bark yourself, I guess.


Oct. 30th, 2016 11:05 pm
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Do You Want to Start a Sandal - Tessa Dare
The Bad-Ass Librarians of Timbuktu - Joshua Hammer
Think of England - KJ Charles
The Abyss Surrounds Us - Emily Skrutskie
The Girl Before - Rena Olsen
City of Blades - Robert Jackson Bennett

Do You Want to Start a Scandal sits squarely in the middle of the pack when it comes to historical romances. The heroine was a little too wilfully innocent for my tastes, and the marquess/spy with the tragic backstory that is our hero a little too controlling. I liked it fine, more than it sounds like, but it's still just...fine.

The Bad-Ass Librarians of Timbuktu is one I picked up largely because of the title. From it, the summary, and everything I'd heard about it I assumed I'd be getting a heist story about kick-ass african librarians keeping historical documents out of the hands of Al Qaeda. What I got was a history of Islamic extremism in Mali, and judged on those grounds it was good - well researched, well written, and interesting. But I'm docking it major points for not really being about what it purported to be about.

Think of England is a m/m historical romance set early in the twentieth century. It did occur that it was perhaps not unlike some Any Two Guys fic you might read in a megafandom, and from which I would have promptly back-buttoned because holy characterisation! But as original fiction I found it exceedingly charming.

Not related, but not, you know, unrelated: where are the f/f historical romances?

YA fantasy has become a hard sell for me in recent times, and The Abyss Surrounds Us is pretty typical of the genre, it has a hard to believe dystopian setup, a seventeen year old being sent on a life altering mission, that surely a better trained adult would be more suited for, and a formulaic romance, but. BUT. It has lesbians and sea monsters, and I am weak for lesbians and sea monsters. It really is good fun, although a word of warning - it's the first instalment of, I think, a duology so it doesn't have a neat ending.

The Girl Before is about a stockholm syndrome suffering woman who's both the victim and perpetrator of human trafficking. It's really, really good. It's also a hard fucking read.

I had the usual reaction to City of Blades, which I understand is: When is City of Miracles coming out!? I don't know how many fantasy novels there are where the protagonist is a one-armed woman general at the upper end of middle-age, but if you only read one this year then it should be this one. Highly, highly recommended.
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Wow, [livejournal.com profile] yuletide signups came and went quickly. I guess that answers my am I going to participate this year? question for me.

I haven't thrown my hat in the Yuletide ring for years. As in, the last time I did Game of Thrones was an eligible fandom. I got out of the habit when I worked retail and December was neatly divided into thirds of working, sleeping, and stress crying.

It's probably for the best I'm sitting it out, because I still haven't started my [community profile] femslashex fic (jfc, self.)

See, I have this attention span thing where I can only work on one fic at a time and I already had a PoI fixit open on my desktop. It was probably going to be posted in chapters anyway, because there are a couple of big pov changes, so I thought if I posted the first chapter I could temporarily move on. So:

When I Argue I See Shapes (1/3, Person of Interest, Root/Shaw) which is really equal parts a canon divergent AU where Root succeeds in her no good, very bad plan to hand herself over to Samaritan, and a canon compliant fixit where everything is inception.

It sort of worked; of course now I have a dangling WIP.

Then I got tapped to write a last minute pitch-hit for [livejournal.com profile] got_exchange:

Everybody Says That You're So Fragile (ASOIAF; Lyanna, Elia, Ashara) which is half my effort to save as many of the Dead Ladies Club as possible, and half Lyanna Stark: masked vigilante.

And now I'm going to write my femslash fic.
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-I had one day off this week, during which I fell into a Luke Cage shaped hole and emerged blinking into the light thirteen hours later. Nothing's been done, the house is a state, my ironing was done by means of hanging it in the bathroom while I showered, and I have no regrets. That was the good shit.

Incoherent Luke Cage Ramblings )

I think Luke Cage is my favourite Marvel show yet. Jessica Jones was brilliant, I though, but it cut a bit close to the bone for me to actually call watching it enjoyable. I only wish Iron Fist looked better, and less like it was sponsored by the Game of Thrones casting department's off day.

-I belatedly got around to watching Star Trek: Beyond which I hadn't seen right away because all the trailers made it look like a generic action flick in space. But, actually, for a film that destroyed the Enterprise before the thirty minute mark it felt like the first reboot film that had actually been made by people who like Star Trek.

It certainly felt more like Trek than Star Trek: Gap Year or Star Trek: Is This Casting Racist? It helped that the cast, Kirk, specifically, looked like actual grown ups in this one.

Beyond is definitely closer to Actually Good than merely Better Than Into Darkness, but I still hold to my views that Star Trek is better suited to the small screen.

-I tried to watch Batman v Superman last time I was laid up with period pain (Dawn of Justice, quite possible more fun than bleeding from your vagina), largely because the Wonder Woman trailer had looked really good and I wanted to see her bits. I didn't get to Wonder Woman; I'd lost the will to live by twenty minutes in and decided that lying on my bed in silence more fully experiencing my stomach cramps would be more fun. Has anyone done some sort of Diana supercut?

-I've been really enjoying Pitch, this is a bit surprising because I know nothing about baseball and if I'm going to keep watching I should learn something of the rules if only to quiet the voice in my head that keeps saying they're playing cricket wrong. Also baseball is a bit like rounders, right? And once in primary school I broke my teacher's nose playing rounders because my shocked and appalled reaction to actually hitting the ball that had been thrown at me was to hurl the bat backwards over my shoulder.

Tales of my sporting incompetence aside, I think Pitch has been excellent so far. I really like the mentor-student vibe they seem to be going for with Ginny and Mike, with Ginny being Mike's legacy. I'm not shipping them, but I can totally see why people would. If I squint I can see myself shipping Ginny and her agent, but mostly I love the friendships been Ginny and Mike, and Ginny and Blip, and after the last episode want Ginny and Tommy to be unlikely bros forever.

-I have just finished a rewatch of all seven seasons of The West Wing which I started on the night of the Brexit vote. In times of great hardship President Bartlet comes to me...

(Actually this entire post is brought to you by my pre-gaming with Jack Daniels and the Hamilton soundtrack for the second presidential debate.)

At the end of season seven I still feel like Vinick should have won the election, and Santos wasn't characterised enough beyond 'the democrat.' And I hate that Josh ended up chief of staff, I can't imagine that he'd be any good at it.

I really didn't like that they brought perennial nice guy Sam back; his character felt dated even when S7 aired and even more so now. Also, there was an awkward line of Sam's, about America being a nation of centrists and Santos being just the president they needed to bring people together which felt like it had escaped from and earlier draft of the script where Vinick won. And it wasn't even bringing back a character from the earlier seasons that bothered me, because the return of both Amy Garner and Ainsley Hayes to serve on the senior staff worked for me, and actually in light of that it bothered me even more that the final 'what's next?' scene was the president and three guys in identical suits.

Even so, I will defend the finale forever if only for the scene of Donna being shown into her fantabulous new office as First Lady's Chief of Staff.


Oct. 4th, 2016 10:57 pm
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Foxglove Summer - Ben Aaronovitch
In Harm's Way - Doug Stanton
Stone Mattress - Margaret Atwood
Labrador - Ben Fogle
Infomocracy - Malka Older

I'd given up on the Rivers of London series as not doing it for me, but I stumbled across Foxglove Summer in the library and picked it up. I ended up liking it far more than I was expecting to for a couple reasons 1) Nightingale was barely in it; sorry, but he bores the arse off me, and 2) it wasn't set in London; I am stubbornly, Scottishly cross about works of fiction in which London is singularly special; I have the actual news for that. So, to me, this was a lovely book in which a likeable city cop is sent out to the countryside to investigate a unicorn related supernatural mystery. Still, I'm not convinced I care enough about what's going on with Lesley to pick up the next book when surely the Nightingale and London aspects will be back in full force.

I read In Harm's Way, about the sinking of a US battleship in shark-infested waters in the closing days of WWII, and the communication SNAFUs that led to no-one going to look for survivors for nearly a week with a sense of horrified fascination.

I am a very hard sell when it comes to short stories, and that's true even when the stories in question are written by Margaret Atwood. There was one good story in Stone Mattress in which a retirement aged woman runs into the man who raped her in high school on an arctic cruise pushes him off the edge of a glacier, but the rest of the collection was meh at best; there was a linking mechanism so half-hearted that it was abandoned three stories in, and just... meh.

I like dogs, and I like reading about other people's dogs. Labrador was not a particularly brilliant example of the yay dogs! genre.

Do you want to read a novel about election malarky set in cyberpunk Asia? Let me rephrase that: do you want to read a novel about election malarky set in cyberpunk Asia, possibly after November when we can all exhale? Then Infomocracy is that novel. Highly, highly recommend.
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-The obvious thing to do when I don't have any running water on account of a burst main is to drink beer instead, right?

I did have half a bottle of water in the fridge, but I put that in the dog's bowl. Not that she'll touch it; my dog would never drink out of anything so gauche as a water bowl, not when there are toilets and puddles to be drunk from instead.

-I mean, I could do some writing while I'm sitting here. In a fit of unrealistic optimism I have four word documents open. The first is my take on the Person of Interest fix-it, which is causing me problems because, pacing issues aside, I actually like the PoI finale and thought that it earned most of what it did, but for the purposes of this fic I have to change everything about it; the basic premise is that Root succeeded in her no good, very bad plan to hand herself over to Samaritan in QSO, and everything that happened to Shaw after that was a simulation, and eh. Fixits, I have realised, are easiest written from a position of utmost bitterness, which is why so many of mine are about Donna Noble or Morgana. The second is my Femslashex fic; I like the prompt, I've revisited the canon, I know what I'm going to write, and I've been staring at a blinking cursor for a week now. Like, come on, dude, hop to it. The last two wips are the treats I want to write for Femslashex, which I have forbidden myself from working on until I've written my assignment, so they're probably not happening, but I live in hope.

-a minor fall and a major lift (Sansa/Willas; ASOIAF; coffee shop AU)

My fic for the last round of got_exchange. A Sansa/Willas coffee shop AU is, ahem, a little outside my wheelhouse, but I ended up having a lot of fun writing it, not least because I got to include Lady being alive and Margaery sleeping her way through the eligible female characters.


Sep. 1st, 2016 08:37 pm
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Four Roads Cross - Max Gladstone
Listen to the Moon - Rose Lerner
The Geek Feminist Revolution - Kameron Hurley
Asking For It - Louise O'Neill
City of Stairs - Robert Jackson Bennett

I would never have expected to be as crazy about a series about capitalist, legalease magic as I am about Max Gladstone's Craft Sequence. I'd thought the series took a bit of a dip with Last First Snow (maybe it will hold up better if I ever reread the series in chronological order, it might seem like less of a rehash of Two Serpents Rise) but it's back on form with Four Roads Cross; we're back in Alt Columb with the characters from the first book, and I think its the best one since that first book. Anyway, I love the whole series, and would recommend.

Listen to the Moon is, I think, my favourite historical romance in a long time. First of all the hero and the heroine are a valet and maid. And, look, I know there's a lot of easy chuckles to be had off puns on aristocratic titles, but a little variety is nice, is my point. Also they get married at, like, the one third mark, and I love romances between already married couples. Highly recommended.

The first time I tried to read Kameron Hurley I bounced hard off of God's War, and I was a bit surprised because I'd heard her described as a feminist SFF writer, so when in The Geek Feminist Revolution I read her describing her fiction as being a mix of grimdark and new weird I went oh that's why I don't care for her writing, it's at the intersection of two things that are Not My Bag of Chips. Which is actually interesting, because male authors are described by the types of books that they write, women authors are first and foremost women authors. I ended up rather liking this essay collection, Hurley's kinda brash style works a lot better for me in non-fiction. Admittedly, having decided that I didn't care for Hurley's fiction I never followed links to her blog so I hadn't already read the pieces that had been published online. You always feel a bit conned when you shell out these essay collections only to discover that you've already read two thirds of the contents. Anyway, I enjoyed it.

Asking For It is a YA novel and a bloody difficult read. It's about a gang rape and subsequent internet humiliation. Think the Steubenville case transplanted into suburban Ireland. Two things in particular elevate it; the protagonist/victim is awful, she's the girl everybody hated in high school, she has no sympathy for another rape victim, and she still doesn't deserve what was done to her; and the ambiguous ending, which, yeah, was a downer, but was also closer to reality most of the time than righteous vindication.

City of Stairs is the best start to a SFF trilogy I've read in oh ages. It's set in a Russian inspired fantasy city that was decimated when their Gods were killed in an revolt by the, ahem, godless nation they'd been subjugating. Dead Gods seem to be a lucky theme for me in books; it's the backstory to the Craft Sequence too. It features a badass middle aged woman general, a lady diplomat/spy, and her viking, basically, secretary. jsyk: the one non-straight character dies, I loved the rest of it so much that it wasn't a dealbreaker, but the more you know. I almost dived straight into City of Blades, but the second book of trilogies are sometimes... you know, the third one isn't out yet, and the library called to say they've got Foxglove Summer for me, so I guess I'm reading that next.
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I have signed up for [community profile] femslashex, and so should you...

Dear Person,

Thanks in advance, and first of all if you already have an idea for one of these pairings you should ignore me and go with your gut, I'm sure I'll love it. I'm pretty easy to please. If you find it helpful to get a sense of your recipient's internet presence I'm here, on tumblr, and my AO3 bookmarks double as a recs list.

I like: what ifs, canon divergence AUs, bittersweet mixtures of fluff and angst. Trope wise I have a soft spot for soulmate mark AUs, and I will never say no to a good zombie apocalypse AU.

Dislikes: A/B/O, mundane AUs, pwps - feel free to include sex of whatever rating you're comfortable with, I'd just prefer not to receive only a sex scene.

Person of Interest
Shaw/the Machine

After season five I would love to see a fixit or canon divergence AU where Root either didn't die or somehow survived. I loved the way Root and Shaw's relationship seemed to be heading in the wake of her escape, with the volume on Shaw's feelings having been turned slightly up, and I would love to see that play out more.

I am fascinated by any and all takes on how much of Root is in the Machine now, and I'd love to see that explored, as well as the Machine's relationship to Shaw as her Primary Asset.

Game of Thrones

These two meeting was the surprise delight of the last season. I'd love to see them flirting their way across the high seas. Or something set after they've reached Westeros, with them both trying to rule as queens, or Yara as Dany's consort. If you can think of a way to get them married, go for it.

The Rook

The thing I loved about Stiletto was the way the enemies to friends arc was handled with Felicity and Odette. I loved their determination to save each other even before they were sure they liked one another. I would love to see a fic set after the events of the book tackle the friends to lovers part of the equation.


I would be fascinated by an AU where Maggie was the Mastermind of Team Leverage, or alternatively a member of Team Leverage. Or maybe something where Maggie and Sophie met during Sophie's grifting days.

Deep Space Nine

I imprinted on the episode Rejoined young. I would be interested an AU where Lenara stayed on DS9, how might their relationship have panned out on DS9.
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-I can add [personal profile] dhampyresa to my list of fandom folk who are definitely not axe-murderers. I mean, you all seem very nice, but I make my not an axe-murderer determinations on a case by case basis. We got to spent a very cool evening hanging out and discussing Star Wars while I did my worst tour guide in Glasgow bit. And its becoming ever more clear that I really ought to be watching the Clone Wars series, if only for Ashoka related reasons.

-I have been watching the Olympics, and while some of it has been delightful - the women's rugby 7s genuinely enriched my life; it seemed like the entire early shift in my work had stayed up half the night to watch Andy Murray's tennis final, that workday was sponsored by Red Bull. But there's almost something old East German about the way "Team GB" is being covered here, it's like: look how many gold medals we have; do not peek behind the curtain.

-I have been trying to yank myself out of a bout of writers block by writing sequel ficlets. Presenting: more Sansa/Margaery arranged marriage and more Sameen Shaw and her indifferent daemon.

-While I was tooling around AO3 I noticed that my subscriber count has hit 300. Admittedly, I don't know if that's a lot or next to nothing, but I find it a pleasingly round number, and it delights me.

-I'd been planning to take my dog hiking on Skye over the weekend, but I'm thinking again, partly because it's pissing down, and partly because my dog has funny ideas about sheep; to wit, about chasing them (I blame her pesky spaniel grandparent) and I'm a bit worried that her reaction to first seeing seals might be hey, water sheep! to general disaster.

By the way, if you've never had to rescue a small, terrified labrador who has just realised that she's made a huge mistake from the middle of a dairy herd, then I'm hear to tell you dairy cows are fucking massive!


Aug. 8th, 2016 02:10 pm
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The [community profile] femmeremix author reveals were last night, hurrah, and the remix of my fic is:

Her Father's Daughter (Visited on the Son Remix) by [archiveofourown.org profile] originally

and it's awesome to me on three levels.

1. It's a remix of Abu el Banat, which is my Oberyn character study, and, I think, one of my best fics in asoiaf fandom. And you know how sometimes you get remixes that are perfectly lovely but it's a fandom you're no longer in, or of a fic you don't necessarily want to call attention to. So it was lovely that this was the fic my remixer chose.

2. It's a really good remix, with a lot of reflections and refractions of my fic, which were delightful to me as the original author.

3. It's also a brilliant stand alone fic. Instead of Oberyn, the focus is on Sarella Sand, and if you don't think you need a character study about a woman crossdressing to become a philosopher priest in your life then I just don't know what to say to you.

Basically, it's awesome and you should all read it.

I was assigned [archiveofourown.org profile] pendrecarc to remix, and this was very exciting to me because they are the author of Code Indigo which is one of my very favourite Person of Interest fics ever, an AU where it was Shaw who Finch met first, and I wasted ages failing to remix that. It took me an embarrassingly long time to realise that the reason I wasn't getting anywhere was that I love that fic so much that I didn't want to change anything about it. So I changed tack and remixed Electric, a circa S2 character study about Root's childhood and the origins of the taser as her weapon of choice.

Like, I don't know how other people approach a remix, but my approach is to try and work out what I think the fic is about at its most basic level and then try to figure out how I would write a fic from those basic building blocks. This, by the way, was why I couldn't remix Code Indigo because if I was going to write an AU where Finch had met Shaw first I would have tried to write Code Indigo. To me, I though that at it's most basic level Electric was a fic about Root's relationship with the physical world, and post season 5 the most bittersweet thing about that is that Root no longer has a relationship to the physical world. There was a careful what you wish for thing that appealed to me.

What I ended up writing was a four things fic that spanned Root's childhood to the end of the show, and because I took the female character remix thing a bit literally I tried to hit all the important female relationships in Root's life (Hanna, her mom, Shaw, the Machine.)

Sing The Body (Electric Remix) (Person of Interest)
"What the hell kind of leet speak name is Root?"


Aug. 6th, 2016 12:07 am
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The Language of Secrets - Ausma Zehanat Khan
Angelmaker - Nick Harkaway
Birthdays for the Dead - Stuart MacBride
The Witches: Salem, 1692 - Stacy Schiff
Stiletto - Daniel O'Malley

The Language of Secrets is the second book in a series about two Canadian detectives who investigate 'minority crimes.' The first book, The Unquiet Dead, was brilliant; it was about a Bosnian war criminal, and the author is apparently an international lawyer whose area of expertise is the atrocities of the Bosnian war, and that knowledge, that care shone through. This one was about Islamic extremism and felt much more by-the-numbers and cardboard. It was still a perfectly serviceable crime novel, but.

Oh, Angelmaker was this close to being something that I'd adore. It's got that off-beat magical realism thing that I just eat up. And one of the protagonists, Edie Bannister, is my new favourite character. The narrative skips between WWII when she's a bisexual, cross-dressing, snarky, steampunk spy, and the modern day where she's a spry little old lay spy with a stinky blind pug she carries around in her handbag. She's awesome. But then she dies one hundred pages from the end and the narrative is taken over by the other main character, Joe Spork, an everyman who saves the day by embracing the legacy of his gentleman gangster father.... yawn. I think the bait-and-switch would have annoyed me less if the first, like, five hundred pages hadn't catered to my id so perfectly, only to finish up catering to, er, someone else's id.

Stuart MacBride was recced to me on the grounds that I like Chris Brookmyre, but I think it was maybe just that they're both Scottish crime guys rather than them actually having all that much in common. To be fair I prefer Bookmyre's more satirical books, but even in his more straight crime novels Brookmyre has a lightness of touch and humour that Birthdays for the Dead lacks. I feel like there should be some sort of rule in crime thrillers that if your detective has two daughters and the first daughter has been murdered by a serial killer before the novel begins, then the third act should not be the younger daughter being killed by a copycat. That's not trope subversion, that's just grim for grim's sake.

I had really liked Stacy Schiff's book about Cleopatra, so I was surprised that I found The Witches such hard going. If I had a criticism of the Cleopatra book (which was, at least, an excellent read) it was that Schiff was writing about this really sympathetic version of the Egyptian Queen and then couldn't really reconcile her version with Cleopatra's eventual downfall. The Witches really could have used some of that instinct for extrapolation, as it was it just read like a fairly dry recitation of famously scant sources. Plus there's a cast of, like, five hundred puritans who have about three family names between them.

Stiletto is the first book in ages that's made me do that running in circles, flappy hands of incoherent glee thing. It arrived unexpectedly on my kindle (I'd loved The Rook years ago and had pre-ordered the sequel, but the publication date got pushed back and back; also, I don't think you have to have read The Rook to enjoy this.) Basically it's about a corporate merger between the secret supernatural department of the British government, who are all products of a posho magical boarding school, and a centuries old order of Eurotrash mad scientists. It's hilarious and awesome and femslashy as fuck; if there was one thing, one thing, that I could have changed I would have taken the relationship between Felicity and Odette all the way through enemies to reluctant allies to friends to actually becoming lovers, but that's what yuletide is for. A++, highly recommended.
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I got my [community profile] femmeremix in on time, which was remarkable because writing it was like pulling teeth (the hardest fics to remix are ones that you love; I was trying to be too big for my britches, and had to change tack really late on.) And now I've got my [profile] got_exchange to write, which also looks to be like pulling teeth; that exchange is one where you have to e-mail the mod to drop out rather than just hitting a button on AO3, so social anxiety will compel me to at least try.

And maybe when stuck in an overlap between want to write and can't write wasn't the best time to request a [community profile] trope_bingo card, especially as I don't have any form at all for actually writing for bingo cards, but, hey, there's a first time for everything, right?

Read more... )

-I actually started writing a Clarke/Lexa role reversal fic during my brief fling with The 100, but every time I see anything about that fandom now it seems to reaffirm my decision to back away slowly while avoiding eye-contact, so maybe that's best left forever abandoned.

I was going to make all the grounders skypeople and vice versa. Clarke was going to be the flamekeeper and skyperson!Lexa would still be a nightblood; Octavia was going to have been turned into a reaper and grounder!Bellamy would be keeping her locked up because he couldn't bear to hurt her. But given how bonkers The 100's worldbuilding is, maybe it works better as a thought experiment rather than an actual fic?

-The presumed dead dead square should obviously be a fic about Root, right? And just because none of the 5x10 compliant fics where Root isn't dead have worked for me (I really, really can't see her faking her death, especially knowing what Shaw has been through) doesn't mean it can't be done well. Or, ooh, a fic where an unrecognisably scarred Margaery Tyrell somehow survives the explosion at the Great Sept and makes her way north to Sansa at Winterfell.

It's nice up here on denial mountain.

-As for the rare pairs square, Dany/Yara counts as a rare pair, right? Lots of people are into it, but there's hardly any fic. I just wish I had a more specific plot bunny for them than Dany and Yara flirt their way across the high seas.

-Fork in the road is my favourite type of AU. I could do one where Root succeeds in her terrible, no good, very bad plan to hand herself over to Samaritan in the hope of finding Shaw. Or I could get back to my long abandoned AU where both Lyanna and Elia survive Robert's Rebellion and are awkwardly, and yet less awkwardly than you'd expect, raising their children together.

-I am slightly bummed I didn't hold back my PoI daemon AU for the fusion square; maybe I could do a continuation of that where Root's daemon is now the Machine's daemon (the Machine has Root's soul, that's basically where I am with that.) Or I feel like there's a pretty fun Person of Interest characters in a Leverage AU in me somewhere.

-I have a free square for which I can write whatever tropey fic I want, and I have never particularly wanted to write a coffee shop AU, but then I saw someone request a Sansa/Asha coffee shop AU in an exchange and I sat up and went ooh.

Any ideas, guys?
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The feature length Benny Hill skit that is British politics at the moment continues apace. I'm still not totally convinced that Andrea Leadsom wasn't a piece of Tory performance art designed to make people who not two weeks ago would have been rightly horrified by the prospect of an unelected Theresa May government go 'oh thank god, an unelected Theresa May government.' And obviously it's no problem that the Labour response to the brief Tory shambles was to go: that's not a shambles, this is a shambles; because it's not like this is an important time to have a functioning opposition or anything. And who even knows what's going to happen with Scotland.


In happier things:

I got to hang out with [personal profile] kmo and her partner when they were in Scotland on holiday last week, and they were lovely and awesome. Really, I ought to have a side hustle in giving tours of Glasgow to American lesbians. Well, so long as your idea of a tour is hanging out in a dive bar with me while I tell you how much nicer Edinburgh is.

It's funny, I was a teenager back in the 90s, when you were never, ever supposed to meet people from online, and even now in the days of Uber and OK Cupid it still quietly delights me when I meet one of you, and it's like see, mum, I was hardly axe-murdered at all.

I started watching Wynonna Earp and it's filling the gap Lost Girl left in my viewing schedule both in that while I'm not sure it's very good, it is good fun, and that it's best viewed in chunks of seven episodes while in bed with a hangover.

Luckily such a hangover presented itself quickly; we were having drinks to celebrate two of my best friends who've been going through the (long, long) process of applying to adopt being approved to become parents. I think the wait is a bit weird for them, because they'll be adopting a kid who's been taken into care, so adding to their family depends on the irretrievable breakdown of someone else's - but they're going to be awesome parents and I get to be an aunt, so. Apparently I was a very helpful character reference, too. I think the adoption process is pretty much the only situation where the phrase 'I'm not homophobic, my best friend is gay' can be uttered on the side of the angels.

I saw Ghostbusters today, and there was literally nothing about it that wasn't delightful.

I know I saw the Ghostbusters movies as a kid; largely because I was the nerdy child of a nerdy father in the 80s, so of course I saw them. But it wasn't a huge part of my childhood, and while I was planning to see the remake, it was at least partly out of spite, and I hadn't been planning to rush. But it was too hot to breathe today (by Scottish standards) and a few hours in an air conditioned cinema sounded about right.

I walked home singing I ain't afraid of no ghost. I want to watch it again. I want to watch its twelve sequels.
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I managed to peel myself away from the fall of the British government in real time (good fucking grief) long enough to watch the season finale of Game of Thrones.

I have really, really enjoyed the sixth season, especially after finding season five excessively weak. And I do think that one of the biggest problems with it, and to a lesser extent season four, was that they were pootling around in gentle circles hoping that Martin would publish another book. And that once they gave up on that, it was full steam ahead.

Game of Thrones S6 )

The mildly depressing thing is that as soon as the show overtook the book I felt my interest in eventually reading The Winds of Winter diminishing. Cynically though, I'm pretty sure that any lingering interest GRRM may have had in finishing the series pretty much vanished as soon as the show overtook him.

More cheerfully, I am excited that [livejournal.com profile] got_exchange is back up and running just when I'm getting excited about the fandom again.


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