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Oh my freakin' GOD!

Edgar Wright, Simon Pegg, and Nick Frost are RIGHT NOW tweeting all sorts of Hot Fuzz slashiness.

Some of Edgar's contributions:


I have slipped into a fangirly coma.  Slash within the Hot Fuzz fandom has now been officially recognized.  And to top it all off, listen to this:

Simon: All power to the slashers I say. I'm deeply flattered that anyone would take mine and @edgarwright's balls and run with them.

Edgar: I too am deeply flattered by the slashers. I say all power to handstitched homoerotica.

Untitled & Unfinished 09/03/09

You're sleeping now; I wonder why
you've never heard your praises named.
Oh, surely blindness is to blame
for these omissions worse than lies.

You're beautiful; oh, can't you see
the adjectives used to declare
that you are more than simply fair
do ring with truth and honesty?

...

The dragon formed by ink on skin
lies quiet in the moonlit glow.
I trace along these paths I know,
my serpent's tongue well pleased by kin.

...

Your head rests now upon my breast
while slumber makes your breath so long
and love tells me it is not wrong
to lie here watching as you rest.

My arm curls 'round across your back;
protectiveness is in my heart.
Oh, tell me, how can I impart
these feelings you assume I lack?

I'm sure almost everyone's flists are being spammed with this, but I still feel the need to post it: David Tennant (of Doctor Who fame) and John Barrowman (of Torchwood fame) kissing at Comic-Con.  4:55 is the hug, 5:05 is the kiss, 5:10 is the faint, 5:20 is John kissing the other guy, and 5:30 is John saying thank you.

lidi made icons of it, which you can find here.

So, I went to see Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince with Tamara yesterday, and one of the previews was for the new Sherlock Holmes movie.

With Robert Downey Jr. as Holmes himself and Jude Law as Watson?  Oh, this could have so much slashy potential.  I still squee whenever I see RDJ in Wonder Boys, snuggling up to Tobey Maguire's character.  And Jude Law?  Oh god, what can I say of Jude Law?  He was such a perfect brat as Lord Alfred Douglas in Wilde, breaking poor Stephen Fry's heart repeatedly.

But there is, of course, a woman.  There simply has to be, doesn't there?  They introduced her late into the preview--so you can imagine my reaction: "YES!  YES!  YES!  ...WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Ah well.  They're two lovely actors, and I'm sure it will be a good movie regardless of the slashyness.  ...But I can still hope.  ;-)

Yeah, so...this boy is gorgeous.  I mean, gorgeous.  I feel like the world is so much brighter simply because he lives in it.

I wish I could pull off that kind of eclectic beauty.

I've been reading volumes 2-4 of Antique Bakery (because 1 was already checked out of the library).  It's decent enough, I suppose--except it kind of induced me to eat some raw cookie dough just because I needed something sweet after looking at all of those desserts!  But really...the more I look at Ono, the more I think he's the most adorable creature I've ever seen.  Especially in The Scene--the scene where he tells Tachibana he loves him, and Tachibana is very silent.  Ono blushes, so embarrassed...and then Tachibana calls him a derogatory name, and oh, fuck, my heart just aches.  I'm gonna scan that page when I have the time and I bet you anything your heart will ache too!

In the realm of Pet Shop of Horrors, I've come to the conclusion (due to kashuneko's argument for it in Dragon Ex Machina) that Pon-chan is a tanuki (rather than a raccoon or a badger, which is what tanukis are often confused with when the word is translated into English).  Tanukis are really fucking adorable, too.

A week ago or so, I put up some more things in my room, including the following:
- my diploma, informing all who care to know that I now have a B.A. in the prestigious field of Women's Studies
- 6 of my own zoo photos (owl, peacock, spider monkey, otters, giraffe, Malayan tapir)
- 4 photos of Daz and Dan (of Savage Garden)
- 2 Star Wars photos (Yoda; R2D2)
- 2 Star Trek: The Next Generation screencaps (Q lounging; Q whispering in Picard's ear)
- 1 Buffy the Vampire Slayer screencap of Spike in his 80s outfit on the subway
- 1 Yami no Matsuei screencap of Tatsumi doing the glasses thing
- 1 Yami no Matsuei screencap of Hisoka comforting Tsuzuki
- 1 Yami no Matsuei screencap of Tsuzuki staring at the flowers Muraki gave him
- 1 Yami no Matsuei screencap of Muraki beautifully playing dead
- 1 photo of Dr. Gregory House in a black t-shirt holding a heart
- a blown-up and edited copy of Snape and Harry by Umino-aka-Morskaya

The latter is, by the way, the most gorgeous depiction of my OTP that I have ever seen.  However, I must admit that I gasped aloud when I saw this: Goth Harry-Severus by perselus.  I mean, seriously.  *drools*

*giggles*  Okay, I know I don't usually read unfinished fic, but The Marriage Stone by Josephine Darcy is absolutely lovely.  It's novel-length, plotty, and rather in-character.  I'm past chapter 50 and Harry and Severus haven't yet said "I love you"--nor have they had sex.  It's refreshing, and amazing, and perfect.

And you know what else?  It's hilarious.

It's one of those forced-marriage fics (but it's done ever so well!).  Now, round about chapter 53, Harry finally gets it into his head to wonder if Severus was already in a relationship at the time of their marriage, or if possibly he is currently engaging in extra-marital affairs.  It goes something like this:

"Are you having sex?" he blurted out, and was immediately horrified by himself. His face turned bright red in shock. He couldn't believe he'd just asked the man something like that!

Severus looked up incredulously, his dark eyes widening in disbelief. "Not at the moment," he growled, his resonate voice filled with disdain. He lifted his book briefly. "This is called reading. Your education is sorely lacking if you're confusing it with sex."

*grins*  God, that is so cute.  God, that is so Severus.

I'm completely in love with this fic.  And I'm angry that it's unfinished.  I didn't realize it was unfinished when I began reading it, but by the time I figured it out, I was already hooked.  Grrrrrrrrrr.

Oh, and here's another one of my favorite bits:

"I see you are still in one piece."

"Yep," Harry agreed impishly. "I've limited myself to five death defying acts a day just to make you happy."

"Only five?" Severus mused. "I'm touched. I can't even begin to imagine the boredom you must be suffering."

Harry nodded in agreement. "It's been difficult. But Mrs. Weasley assures me that it builds character."

Alright, so I was in the middle of reading The Marriage Stone by Josephine Darcy, which is apparently an unfinished Harry/Severus fic.  I was just getting to the point where they're talking about Dementors emerging from a newly-opened well on New Years Eve in the Winter Lands.  It's vaguely spooky, because, well, Dementors.

And then I hear something.  It takes a moment for it to register, because I have an air conditioner running in the third room, and a fan blowing at me in this one (the first room).  But then I place it.

It's my (dead) grandmother's music box.

It played for about five seconds and then stopped.  In the meantime, I sat here staring like an imbecile into the darkness of the second room (where the music box is) from my place on the bed.  I'm fairly certain that my mouth was open.  I was too shocked to be terrified.

A minute or two later, I ran downstairs, because vague fear had settled in and that sort of thing is always made better by the everyday sight of one's mother with her entire arm in a fish tank.

When I told her what had happened, she jokingly said something alone the lines of, "I guess grandma came to visit, huh?"  And even though it was a joke, I still went back upstairs and foolishly said to my empty room, "Sorry, that was kind of silly.  Grandma, was that you?  I mean, I'm open to the possibility."

Because, well, I am.  It would be silly not to be (almost as silly as running away from a music box and subsequently talking to an empty room).  I don't believe in an afterlife, and I certainly do not believe in souls.  I believe in neurons and synapses and consciousness and the lack thereof once the body dies.  But still--keep your mind wide open and all that.

Anyway.  That was my spooky moment of the year, I suppose.  (And no, I didn't get an answer.  Methinks my grandmother is quite dead and gone.)

Have you ever laughed yourself awake?  I just did.

I'm quite serious.

I was speaking to some amalgamation of Arthur Dent and an old man named Theo from Dead Like Me.  Something completely ridiculous had just happened to him, but I can't remember what.  All I know is that I was approaching him, almost in giggles, bearing a pair of underwear for him to put on.

He was dressing for something or another.  We were supposed to meet later--in the town that Hot Fuzz takes place in.  In fact, I screamed "Fascist!" at him, and he replied with "Hag!"

...But, you see...I couldn't remember the name of the town.  And because I was playing the part of the Serious Character to his buffoonery, this was quite hilarious.  Because I was the Responsible, Knowledgeable Woman who Knew What was Happening, What to Expect, and How to Get There--and Also How to Get Back If Things Didn't Go So Well.

But I couldn't remember the name of the goddamn town, and it was quite important.  It was something I should know.

So he started giggling.  And then I started giggling, because this was all immediately after having to hand him underwear and ripping off a sticky tag from a black cotton t-shirt for him before he put it on and embarrassed himself.  And I suppose things just escalated from there--the hilarity of it all--and before I knew it, I had giggled and snorted myself awake without ever remembering that the town's name is Sandford.

...You probably had to be there.  It was fucking hilarious.  I giggled for a good two minutes afterward, I was that amused.

Yes, you definitely had to be there--it doesn't sound remotely as funny here as it was at the time.  Ah well.

God, I love the way he lounges.


I've found that I'm not particularly in the mood for screencapping tonight, but I've done most of Q Who? anyway because...well, because of the way that Q is clearly lacking any concept of personal space.


See what I mean?  His body language just screams "I want you, mon capitaine."

I've dreamt about these two before.  I hope to have similar dreams tonight--it would be refreshing, given my recent tendency toward nightmares.

Driving down the road on the way to my dad's house, I saw a gorgeous, sleek, curvaceous car.  My first impression was that it was a McLaren F1, but then I thought, "Well...those are so rare, and I've already seen one here.  It can't possible be a McLaren."  I watched it turn into the parking lot of Noah's Ark, but I couldn't follow it, as I was pressed for time.

An hour later, after my obligations were taken care of, I went back to see if it was still there.

It was.

So I looked at the badging.

It was a Mosler MT900S.  I shit you not.  I took a picture (with my cell phone camera, hence the crappy quality) to prove it.



...Looking at it now, it's possible that it's a C5 or C6 Corvette that's been made to look like a Mosler.  Because seriously, Mosler MT900Ses are rare.  More rare than McLaren F1s.  As of 2005, only two had been made--and one belongs to George Lucas.  This one had Montana license plates (fitting, huh?).  And I'd go with the 'Vette theory, except that this car was a hell of a lot wider in real life.  Corvette only crossed my mind while looking at the tail lights and hips quarter panels.

Anyway.  That's my car rant for the day.  I saw a gorgeous car, I chased it down, and I took photographs.  Enjoy.

At the moment, I'm watching the recently made film version of Brideshead Revisited.  I must say that it isn't nearly as charming as the British television serial.  Charles is played by the man from Imagine Me & You, which was a pleasant surprise...but he's certainly no Jeremy Irons (though the way he says Sebastian's name is just sexy as hell).  And Sebastian...oh, Sebastian isn't even remotely as adorable.  The only particularly good character in the film is the mother, played by Emma Thompson.

Anyway, I think I'm going to have to buy the television serial on DVD.  It's only $50 from Amazon or Best Buy, and it's really lovely (if slow sometimes).  There is something uniquely beautiful in the way that Jeremy Irons and Anthony Andrews look at one another--the way they smile.  It's delicious and definitely something I would like to have access to when the fancy strikes.

A few weeks ago, Nisi Shawl (nisi_la) began blogging at The Angry Black Woman (along with the likes of karnythia and the ABW herself).  In my opinion, she has re-invigorated the site.  Her entries are striking and thought-provoking.  They resonate.

Go read them.

Eep!  The Q Fan Collective DVD set just got here, and now I'm watching "Encounter at Farpoint" and...heh.  Be still, my heart.  I was in the middle of reading Picard/Q slash and suddenly the dog was barking and now my DVDs are here and...I mean, isn't it beautiful?  Q is there in the beginning, in the pilot, and he is there in the end as well.

And...wow, okay, bad special effects.  That's 1987 for you.  And...horrific acting.

But oh my god, Q is so cute in his judge's robes!  *squee*

And...  "Temper, temper, mon capitaine."  *muffled sounds of fangirly delight*  Is it possible for me to squee myself out of existence?  Because I think I might be about to.

...God, please make Tasha shut up.  Such bad acting.  Worse than Deanna.  Makes me cringe.

But Q is so cute!  And grouchy now, as Jean-Luc has quoted Shakespeare to him and likened humans to gods.  Awwww.

...Oh god.  He has no concept of personal space at all throughout "Q Who?"  He's constantly speaking into Jean-Luc's ear--I swear their bodies are actually touching.  And oh, lounging on the bridge.  Could he look more delicious?

I began to outline a Picard/Q story of my own this morning.  I have every intention of writing it once I've re-watched all of the pertinent episodes (I ordered the Star Trek Fan Collective: Q dvd set, and it should be here on Tuesday).  At the moment, I'm toying with the idea of making it post-All Good Things... in the year 2370 or 2371.  This would be before Q's appearance on Voyager, which would absolutely not occur in my story's universe (though some of the information from those episodes might inform it, especially the state of the Continuum).  I might also choose to ignore the DS9 episode, simply because I dislike Vash--but we'll see how it goes.

I'm impatient to begin, but...I have to watch the episodes first, or I'll get the motivations and characterization all wrong.  *sighs*

There is tragic news to be heard. esprix has informed us that minotaurs passed away this morning.

...If it is awful and mind-numbing for me to hear of such a loss, I can scarcely imagine the pain felt by his many friends and family members.  My thoughts are with them.

Although I never spoke to him personally, he still managed to impact my experience of fandom (which is undoubtedly one of the most important, defining parts of my life). His website URLs were committed to memory oh so many years ago.  And when the Slash Database Project closed, it forced me to recognize the passage of time, the end of an era.

Something infinitely more dear has been lost today.

Much a-Q About Nothing by Ellen Fremedon
--- Picard/Q (also Janeway/Seven).  2 stars.  PG-13.  Q is smitten with a certain Starfleet captain, so he goes to Janeway for advice.  But things quickly become complicated when Picard shows up on Voyager.  Rather cute and refreshing.


Love Reign Over Me by Ruth Gifford and Varoneeka
--- Picard/Q.  2 stars.  NC-17.  Q whisks Jean-Luc away to a temple in a desert oasis to teach him a lesson about the role of ritual in his life.  But the Continuum has a few tricks up its sleeve, and deposits Q into this world of his creation--but without his memories and powers.  An interesting story, and quite beautiful in places, but it's largely out of character as well.


Inhale and Love Comes Quickly by Laura Jacquez Valentine
--- Picard/Q.  2 stars.  R.  In Picard's quarters, Q thinks about things.  Later, Jean-Luc thinks about Q.  Short, but rather beautiful.


An Hour of Eternity by Varoneeka
--- Picard/Q.  2 stars.  NC-17.  Q saves Jean-Luc's life, only to be thrown into an alternate universe with him.  Now they must use the technology of 20th-century Earth to get back to their own timeline.  Very detailed, and very lovely, but still very out of character in many ways.  Nevertheless, a delightful read--part of it takes place in New Orleans, after all!

Escher Dreams by The Anon Sisters
--- Picard/Q.  2 stars.  NC-17.  The Enterprise-E is the first on the scene at the birth of a beautiful anomaly. Meanwhile, Picard keeps having dreams that make him very happy. The first part (out of three) is absolutely beautiful. Far too much sex, but the ideas and situations are just...incredible. However, once the moment comes where Jean-Luc and Q actually get together, it suddenly...well, it's suddenly horribly out of character. And yes, love can make people act out of character, but...meh. Anyway, this was a truly beautiful, original, plot-driven story, and well worth the read despite its OOCness.

Accidental by astolat (www)
--- Picard/Q.  3 stars.  PG.  Why it's not a good idea to surprise omnipotent beings.  Really the cutest damn thing, and that's saying something because generally I don't enjoy established relationship fics.  But oh, this one was lovely.  Unique & humorous.


From Me to Q by Julia Houston
--- Picard/Q (sort of pre-slash).  3 stars.  PG-13.   The Enterprise encounters a pre-warp civilization on the brink of destruction.  Enthralling and...well, quite heart-wrenching in places.  Leaves you vaguely unsatisfied, but still a pleasure to read.


Q Music by Julia Houston
--- Picard/Q (sort of pre-slash).  3 stars.  PG-13.   A crystal singer competition might start or avert an interstellar war, and one of the contestants has an interesting connection to Q...as well as to someone else.  (No, it has nothing to do with mpreg.)  An incredible, original story--just like the first one.  I was actually a bit more satisfied with this one's ending, though.  I do so wish the author had written a third.