LOVE IS POISON

For denija, who asked me about Accidental Superheroes (SPN, high school AU, vague Dean/Cas, PG, ~1,400 words). I apologize in advance for the last paragraph, I just have... a lot to say about this story.

The fic without commentary is here.

( Batman and Superman )

I kind of saved these memes for a rainy day. It's raining now. Also, integrals are killing me.



( Meme numero uno )



( Meme numero due )



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Also, have an out-of-context image of Doumeki:

No, he doesn't really say that, but it was the first thing that came to my sleep-addled brain when I saw the panel. Staying up until 3am to read all the last volumes that I never got around to reading is probably not the best decision I've ever made.

( Spoilerpalooza. )



In other news, I joined maridichallenge (nah, totally not stalking anyone!) and I'm taking part in their annual tombola, which is the Italian version of bingo. Or is bingo the English/American version of... well, whatever.
The chance of customizing my card with trendy colours and a 1-in-6 chance of landing the "duck-shaped vibrator" prompt lured me in. So now I have yet another list of things to write, but they're all pretty awesome. Apart from the mpreg prompt that had me go "FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" and complain for an inordinate amount of time, but then it was the first one I wrote because I'm insane like that.

Worse than gay porn (SPN, Dean and Sam, ~2,000 words, PG-13)
I wrote mpreg without actual mpreg. But it still warrants a mpreg warning for discussing mpreg. I still find mpreg awfully icky but now I can't stop saying mpreg.


Click my awesome card for embiggening!

( Click this cut to figure out what the prompts are! )

Also, I finally closed voting at camelot_fics so I can de-anon for my own entry:
Fancy clothes (Merlin, Arthur and Merlin, ~600 words, PG)
Now... onwards to that Layton ficlet that's been plaguing me!

Yeah, the return of the inane journal entries in which I talk about the shows I'm watching. Which is not the shows that are airing right now since I'm behind with a lot of shows, but bear with me. Or skip this entry entirely.

( Speaking of too many shows... )

♠ For the first time since I don't know how long, I laughed out loud at Supernatural. Even though Castiel wasn't in this episode. Even though I didn't think much of the plot. Is it just me or the dialogue was way more fun that usual? Or maybe it's because the big damn plot for S6 had been shelved for once. Though it seems like it'll be back with a vengeance next Friday, but you can't have everything. I kind of... have mixed feelings towards SPN. It was my happy creepy summer show, I burned through 5 seasons in a couple of months and I'm left with a show in its final season. Sad. I should just give up and force my sister to watch the first two seasons again with me.

♠ Speaking of creepy, supernatural jerks: The Vampire Diaries is awesome. And by The Vampire Diaries I mean Damon. But also everyone else. Who are also awesome. Damn, Stefan and Elena did take some levels in badass. I'm now hooked on the show and trying not to get spoiled about any more plot points. If they keep it up through S1's finale, I might have a new OT3.

♠ I still haven't watched episode 3x11 of Merlin. It's just... Morgana makes me a sad panda. And the Arthur/Merlin abuse. WTF, show writers. Hoping that watching the finale together will make up for a sub-par season, especially since I've heard good things about 3x12.

♠ OMGWTFBBQGLEE T-14 HOURS! Yeah, I know it airs in less than 3 hours but it'll be in the dead of the night here and I have to wait until my sister gets home from school to actually watch it. FFFF. MUST RESIST SPOILERS! MUST NOT DIE OF ANTICIPATION!

Since I got back into the ASOIAF fandom I decided to retrieve all my old fics from 2008-2009 and post them in my fanfic journal. And it's driving me mad. I'm now insanely happy that when I started writing fic fairly often I also started a fic journal and tagged everything. Because I used to just... post fics here and there, with no titles and no summaries and no coherence, and it's driving me mad. How did I even manage.

Anyway, I posted six fics today. I still have a document of 10,000 words with all the others. This is insane.

Also, ffff Vampire Diaries. It really got better around episode 5. Too bad a character I liked had to die in the meantime, but still. Awesome ep.

Fucking Real Life

Okay, I'm stressed over this fucking exam. So. Fucking. Much.
There just isn't enough time. And I've tried but I can't concentrate, and I know why. I'm just sick and tired of studying and I don't care about physics and I just want out. London needs to happen. Or something. I need to go somewhere, have a change of pace some time soon, or I'll lose my mind.

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The fucking huge fandom

The only thing keeping me sane lately has been tea and Glee. Seriously. (It kind of rhymes but that wasn't the point.) There are no words to describe just how much I love that show and its cliché-riddled cast. I can just turn off my brain and hum along when I know the songs. And I kind of watched 5 episodes today with my sister because I knew stuff would happen on 1x12, and then 1x13 was Sectionals and we just needed to finish, and we were supposed to watch two episodes on Merlin tonight but after the failboat that was 3x09 (though I liked the punch-to-the-arm scene) I didn't really want to watch 3x10 so switching back to Glee seemed like a good alternative and then 1x15 was the Madonna episode... So yeah.

We're officially marathoning it. Late to the party and everything, but I don't really care. I just think I'll stay clear of the fandom because I don't really care for unnecessary drama and I miiight just have some unpopular opinions about characters/ships. (I also want to adopt Brittany, but that's beside the point.)
And I have a new favourite song. Lately I change favourite songs a bit too often. I have the attention span of a deranged rabbit. Unless it's time to watch another episode of Glee. Honestly I think this show might just have brainwashed me into some kind of mindless minion but I don't really care.

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The small fandom that makes me happy

I've signed up for yuletide and I've got a feeling nobody else is offering or requesting Locke Lamora. Which makes me sad, because, seriously. The author is cool too, personal problems aside, he's got a livejournal and pulled his main character's name from a Final Fantasy game and said he was okay with fanfiction as long as he didn't have to read any of it. And he's got the full prologue from his first book online here, I don't remember if it's the part about little Locke or the start of their highly entertaining con, but either way it's a good read.

There are conmen and witty remarks and badassness and female pirate captains. There's also much use of the word "fuck" and similar, but if you read my entries I suppose it doesn't bother you too much. Oh, and he tends to create characters and make you love them and then kill them off brutally. But apart from this, the books are cool. So, uhm. Read them? Please?

It's one of those days. I started off collecting all the songs for my ficmix (the merlin_muses-inspired one) and ended up with a Merlin fanmix and a Doctor Who one. I don't even.

Also, the name Merthur gives me shivers, but whatevs. Continuing with my tradition of holiday slash, I went and joined merry_merthur. And I think that's it for winter exchanges since I also want to join Yuletide (needneedneed some Temeraire and/or Locke Lamora fic) and I don't want to end up with too much stuff on my plate.

Though, there was that Sherlock exchange... derp derp.

SELF RESTRAINT, I HAVE NONE!

Also, wishing my professor would reply to my email before next Monday. :/

I wish I had a DW icon. Castiel is still the most relevant thing that I have. And I refuse to use the drunk!Dean icon because whatever anyone says this is srs bsns.

I don't exactly know why, but after dinner I was attempting an experiment to measure just how big the human field of vision is. Or rather, my own field of vision. I might not be an ideal test subject, my vision is less than perfect and I wasn't working under optimal circumstances.

Anyway, my sister (who always gets roped into this kind of things because she's too nice to say no and my brother always says no) suggested a practical (kind of) use for this: we can now determine the minimum number of humans (or humanoids) required to fend off an attack of the Weeping Angels. Of course, you could just get with your back into a corner and wait to be rescued, but that's not effective at all. Four people can cover all of the surroundings and move around, getting themselves to a place of safety. This excludes the possibility of flying Angels ninjaing you from above, so actually you'd need to be in a team made by eight people to be certain of survival. Provided that none of them blinks.

So, eight people, my sister reckons the Doctor would never manage that unless he went on a massive recruitment spree. Then I suggested he teams up with Torchwood, it's just five people but they have a Pterodactyl! (We're very big on Terry, me and my sister. We have an ongoing graph of character popularity and she's always in the #1 spot. It's a thing of beauty, that graph.) So with the Doctor, one companion, five people from Torchwood and a Pterodactyl, they can take on the Angels no problem.

Except that my sister pointed out that Pterodactyls maybe can't see right in front of them, so here goes my foolproof plan. We needed an alternative. What wouldn't work is setting up a CCTV system, because if you watch the angels through a screen you're not actually watching the Angels, you're watching a series of frozen images, and in the interval between the frames the Angel would so get you and send you to some awful place before the invention of the Internet.

Then an alternative plan was suggested. It involves setting up mirrors in strategical positions. The only unknown factor here is whether watching angels reflected in a mirror would still work, but I think the answer to that is positive. I even wrote some equations to prove my point, confirming that the Angels do indeed move at a speed that's strictly less than the speed of light, but I won't add them here because I'm about to watch the episode with Georgia Moffett, and also I'm not sure I got the units of measure right. That's why I hate physics.

Well, whatever, now we're fully equipped to face an Angel attack. This post was brought to you by spare time, that episode of The Big Bang Theory where Sheldon tells Leonard "You know what's the problem with Time Travel?" and the fact that my sister refused to continue our conversation. But I'll need to remember the details of this for when I update TvTropes debunking the theory that the viewer counts in deciding whether the Angels are being watched or not.

Officially, I have the sense of humour of a 5-year-old.

No wait, I'm probably worse, 5-year-olds don't have this tendency to snicker helplessly at bad sex jokes.

...I have the sense of humour of a tasteless pre-teen?



Apart from this, watching Torchwood makes me sad. Damn you spoilers. Damn you writers.