kalliel: (Default)
Heya! My name is [personal profile] kalliel. I've been happily engaged with Supernatural & its fandom since 2009. :) I read & write fan fiction--mostly glass-half-empty Winchester-centric gen. My genre preferences never made it past H: I adore HORROR & HURT/COMFORT more than is strictly healthy. Most of it is tag!fic, or stand-alone case!fic. Or it's about Meg. My FIC MASTERLIST can be found here.

Other interests (gen or otherwise): fics with tongues, gunfights, fence-jumping, shitty food, descriptions of clothing, demons choosing vessels, vessel!Dean/Michael!mindfuck, Wincest, Sam/Ruby, Jo/Dean, Dean/Christian, Dean/OMC, Pamela/OFC, Meg/Roy/Walt (OT3!), Meg/Dean, Meg/Sam, Meg/Crowley, Alistair/Dean, Clairestiel/Dean, & Dean/Lisa.

♥ friending is open & always welcome! ♥
kalliel: (meg)
Well, I definitely planned this morning differently, but there you go. Apparently it is a morning for spontaneous Meg cosplay. So…

DEAR HALLOWEEN, ARE YOU READY FOR MY SUBTLE MEG COSPLAY? ARE YOU?



show me your teeth - meg cosplay+fanmix )

Forgive my inability to take pictures, pose in pictures, and edit pictures. And for the fact that they were taken with my laptop in Photobooth. Also, I must have a lot more hair than Rachel Miner does, because it's actually in a ponytail in all of these, so it wouldn't get in the way. *g*
kalliel: (free fall)
Guys. :'D Finallyyyyyyyyy the fic written for meeeeeeeee~!

Mistakes We'll Make Again by anon (~3700 words, pre-series [Sam is SAT-aged], hapa monster/case!fic with bonus Dean!H/C)

Summary: Your worst mistakes are always the ones you've made before.

I'll just go ahead and C/P part of my comment for further reccing info:
This is the kind of fic you just get really into reading without even trying; you put Lynyrd Skynyrd on when it says they're listening to them; you start craving teri-anything when Dean's cleaning up after it. You think of that particular smell--and they do have a smell--of those college promotion flyers. This was so much fun to read, and I love what you did with the monster hybrid. SO perfect.

I love, very very deeply love, that you make that connection in this fic--that blend of American history and folklore is just beautiful. I especially like your choice of Rohwer because of all of the internment camps, those two were always the most intriguing to me--way the hell OUT there, and swampy, instead of desert. Watching Dean and Sam decode their case and work together here was just wonderful. And haha, I am hideously easy when it comes to Dean H/C elements, but this hits one of my very favorite types and ratios of H/C to fic, it really does. <33333

While reading I found myself in love with these Winchesters (SO YOUNG), unexpectedly mournful of Molly, the poor monster-girl with college promos on her wall and Sam Winchester in her heart, and heartwrenchingly floored by the ending, because as others have commented above me, you just know. YOU KNOW. What kind of shit they'll both be putting each other/themselves through for many years to come. :( <3

Also, my favorite line? "Sam thinks it's a fire hazard and one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen."

It's so early on, and so offhand for Sam, but I think it's perfect for him in all ways. I don't even think I can explain why I find this line so quintessentially Sam, but it is. It very much is.

THIS FIC IS AMAZING, EVERYTHING IS AMAZING!!!!!

Legitimate update to come. In a nutshell, I took a two-week camping roadtrip, and then I moved across the country. I do not remember how to use the Internet.
kalliel: (free fall)




In the meantime, I will think of all the [livejournal.com profile] spn_summergen I will be coming back to. *___*
kalliel: (free fall)
Title: Unentitled
Genre: gen, Dean H/C (retrograde amnesia, mobility issues/bum leg, prescription drug addiction)
Characters: Dean, OFC, Sam
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~5000
Summary: After a life-altering altercation with a bear trap, Dean finds an unlikely friend in Sachiko Tanimura, a crochety macadamia nut farmer who doesn't give a damn how much pain he's in--she's weaning him off that oxycodone. S1 alternate timeline. [AO3 Link]

Notes: Throwback Saturday! This fic was written in September 2010, but I never posted it to my LJ. Having read it now, I actually quite like it. So here it is! Officially inducted into fandom. XD

PROMPT from [livejournal.com profile] roque_clasique: So Dean has a bad leg, can't walk on it without pretty severe pain and so he usually takes a lot of painkillers. He somehow whacks his head while far from Sam and wakes up with no recollection of who he is. He's found, maybe in an orchard, by a friendly farmer who tries to figure out what's wrong with this strange young man, why he can't walk well, why he has strange pills in his pockets, and why he's starting to shake and sweat. Drug addict, the farmer decides, and confiscates the pills. Swears to help this fella on the road to recovery. Enter Sam, storming the farm gates, trying to reclaim his poor limping brother, and the farmer decides that Sam is the drug dealer, and tries to run him off his land with a shotgun.




"You're a ranger." Three and a half decades of occupational pride and personal honor condensed into three words. "You're a ranger, and you got caught in...your own bear trap?"

Dean rolls his eyes. 'That's probably why I need another job.' )
kalliel: (BB2013)
Title: All Your Instruments
Author: [livejournal.com profile] kalliel
Artist: [livejournal.com profile] blueteainfusion
Genre: S6-based pyrotechnic carnivalesque
Characters: Dean, Castiel, Mary; peripheral Sam, Harvelles, John, OFC
Pairings: This fic is gen, but if you can't stand Dean/Cas, this fic is probably still not for you. Peripheral Sam/OFC and John/Mary.
Rating: R
Word Count: 26k
Warnings: with suicide as a major theme, Hell/post-Hell issues, torture/torturing, psychological manipulation, mindfuck, disturbing/grotesque imagery, flagrantly illogical madness

Summary: A suicide mission against Hell leaves Heaven in shambles and the rest of world in ecological turmoil, as ocean temperatures spike and Heaven's ashes trigger volcanic activity in Alaska. And all bets are off in Heaven, where memories are malleable, similes are no longer strictly figurative, and Castiel has organized an appallingly novice brass band to play his homeland's swan song. Castiel and Mary investigate the circumstances surrounding Dean's death, but find that the autopsy of a suicide is no easy task. Meanwhile, Hell's more artistic titillations have followed Dean upstairs, and he's disinclined to resist the inevitable. Sometimes things burn.

And the carnival of the grotesque has Alastair's House of Reds on the grandstand tonight.



Dean's lips purse with the memory of coronary cornets. The band hits a throbbing refrain and the french horn blares out sharp trills. The flugelhorns scream an esophageal accompaniment. Deltoid fifths, extensor thirds. The beat is dizzying, arrythmic, and the walls run red with their music. [AO3 link]

BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY, [livejournal.com profile] blueteainfusion's gorgeous, gorgeous artwork! Click on this. No, you have no choice. (SFW)
kalliel: (free fall)
When you're working on a long fic, do you ever get overwhelmed by all of the story elements, to the point where you just want to take every thing into isolation and work on all the pieces in separate, unconnected fics?

That's the point I'm at right now.

WHICH WOULD BE BRILLIANT.

IF I'D LEFT MYSELF TIME FOR THAT.

BUT I DID NOT.

;_______;

So instead it's just me slogging through a bunch of scenes that are tonally at odds and thematically muddled. Like, I don't know how to talk about serious emotional issues in one scene and also be sarcastic and grotesque in the next scene without doing a disservice to the emotional things. A generic feat I have yet to master. :S Props to you, Show. Four for you.

Spoilers/Trigger Warning (suicide):
And when I mean tonally at odds I mean that it's hard to go from a scene where two characters are re-living one of their suicides, to return to a world where metaphors are literal.

"Well, you look like hell warmed over," Ellen greets Dean the next morning.

"If you ever need leftovers, I know where you can find some." Dean lays his head on the table, fingers woven together behind his neck. He groans and forces himself upright again before the thought turns literal. He doesn't want to deal with all the thread.

Big Bang

Aug. 4th, 2013 09:20 am
kalliel: (fandom text)
Can we not. )

I just need words on the page that aren't doing the diametric opposite of what I want them to do. Even if they're not actually doing what I want them to do, either.

Also, the S2 finale of Homeland was amazing. AMAZING.
kalliel: (where's perry)
Reccing things always makes me :S a little because tbh, I feel like it's one of the least efficacious fandom activities. Obviously when you rec things you want people to look at them, because you want as many people as possible to enjoy something you feel is the bee's knees. But I feel like this doesn't often reap the results one would hope, and that makes me sad. But! I've recced some things recently that people found through my rec and then read, and THAT makes me very happy. :D

Rec posts compiled here:

Dean H/C, Claire Novak, and Sam Winchester ft. magical realism )

Speaking of recs, how do you summary, flist? What kind of summaries do you tend to click on, and what sort of information do you prefer to have before reading something?

Personally, the summaries that get me all hot and bothered are very minimal, probably very lacking in key information. The abstract art of summaries. I tend not to be interested in summaries that describe the plot premise of the fic, though I've noticed these tend to be the most effective in terms of acquiring readership. Honestly, I tend not to read most fic headers, anyway; just the cut text.

It's funny, because I've been reading, or at least starting (one I haven't yet finished because I'm very sensitive/defensive about early S8 Sam), all of the fics on [livejournal.com profile] spn_summergen. But based purely on the summaries, I'm not sure I would have clicked on some of my very, very favorites under normal circumstances. Which leads me to believe I should revise the way I choose fics to read, because I surely am missing out on lots of great stuff.


Aaaaaand [livejournal.com profile] spn_j2_bigbang: Fuck, my, life. Hell with it, LET'S WRITE THIS ...candle? .____. i hate everything, the end.
kalliel: (everything ends)
The Writer's Room, hosted by Jim Rash (The Descendants, The Way, Way Back, and Dean Pelton on Community), is a new television series on the Sundance Channel y'all might be interested in. Basically, it's a 20-minute interview with the writers of this or that acclaimed television show. The first episode interviews the writer's room from Breaking Bad, and subsequent episodes will interview the writers from Game of Thrones, Parks and Recreation, American Horror Story, etc.

Final verdict? Glorified making-of featurette better left for the DVDs. )

And now, as per yesterday, we return to our previously scheduled thoughts about Homeland.

Homeland's good, but not as good as it should be. On Homeland, but primarily on writing. No spoilers except 'it's about the CIA and Al Quaida and there's sex.' Also featuring: the balance between what is realistic/what is narratively viable, the limitations of the emotive, two-character scene [e.g. Sitting on the Impala scenes], junior league scene transitions and translating from page to screen, and the long game vs. instant gratification. )


tl;dr I love writers and writing and stuff. Basically.
kalliel: (fandom text)
I'd watch a Supernatural spin-off. I don't know that it'd be interesting, but there's an honest chance I'd watch it anyway, because I missed SPN that much and because most of television is pretty shit, anyway.

I distinctly remember thinking "why the hell would I watch a spin-off?" two years ago; but four years ago I also thought, "why the hell would I watch an episode without Castiel in it?" and eight years ago I thought, "why the hell would I watch Supernatural?" So really, this is just another chapter in my quickening spiral of ever-decreasing self-control when it comes to this stupid show.

It's also been a DEAN DEAN DEAN DEAN kind of summer for me! Which might sound stupid, because you might think, "but wait, isn't that your year-round state?" YOU KNOW, YOU HAVE A POINT, PROBABLY, but Dean spent most of this past year not being very interesting and not doing/feeling anything that interesting and mostly just chillin'. So I was like, wevs, bro, and I threw my cards in with Sam and Castiel instead. Because I adore early!S8 Sam, and his arc with Amelia. And Castiel and Naomi and the insidious Heaven from the planet Insidious is terrible and lovely.

Anyway, usually I hit summer and I'm like, IT'S CALLED A HIATUS, DEAN, GO AWAY MAN. But not this summer. tl;dr out-of-season Dean love, what is this strange feeling.

So thanks for that, S8. I guess?

I can feel an entire litter of little Dean!stan tinhats growing in my belly, I'm not kidding. Which, considering I've spent most of my fandom life insulting Dean and consistently siding with Sam/Cas/whoever over Dean, might not be the worst experience in the world. This could be my opportunity to like Dean by, you know, liking him. Novel concept is novel, I know. And yeah yeah, I'm the worst, whatever. I like to think that people don't doubt my Dean!stanism in spite of the words that come out of my mouth, but then I forget that people who don't actually know me can read the words that come out of my mouth as well as anyone else, and it probably just sounds like the worst character bashing ever. And then I actually am the worst.

Reasons to write fic instead of meta: Third-person limited. Then insulting Dean words are called "characterization." ;P

I've written ~25,000 words of fic in the last two weeks (bringing total for the YEAR to ~26,000, lol), so maybe I've gotten all of my raging, slanderous (but loving!) Dean feelings out of the way for once. A verbal cleanse, if you will. I like being able to arrange all of his bullshit in front of me, acknowledge it, and then have nothing left but a lot of uncomplicated love inside me. <3

Eugh, I came here with the intention of writing legitimate thoughts about Homeland, but I guess not. SPN drivel instead. Well, if that's the case: Alaina Huffman is the prettiest cast member. And Rachel Miner.
kalliel: (corn)
I've just returned from a weekend roadtrip around the North Bay! Which because I am me naturally reminded me of SPN. It was kind of weird, because as we were winding through Napa Valley and all the vineyards there, they reminded me of a Sonoma-based [livejournal.com profile] spn_summergen fic from 2012, even though when I'd it that fic had mostly reminded me of my Sonoma-based grandparents. Yet this particular roadtrip reminded me of my grandparents very seldom... even though outside of that fic they are 98% what I know about the North Bay.

Anyway, it was a SPN roadtrip except instead of classic rock we listened to violin concertos and went to a cello concert (Zoe Keating!), and instead of my brother I hadn't seen in two years I went with a best friend I hadn't really hung out with in eight. And instead of stultifying traumatic backstories keeping us on edge and passive aggressive we just shared all of our problems and insecurities we wouldn't have felt comfortable divulging to people we lived with, or saw more often. Petty things, silly thoughts, superficial judgments, all of those things that we're all too nice, evolved, and self-assured to have--yeah, all of that. All of that was quite shared.

Well, that doesn't sound like SPN at all, you say. No, it really doesn't, and it really wasn't, but let's be real, when has that ever stopped me?

But then we camped in a Mystery Spot. )

Also, I've created my wishlist for SPN S9: A bottle episode that takes place entirely inside the Impala, both while moving and while parked on the side of the road because they can't find a place with any vacancies. Because the apparent ease with which they find reasonably priced lodging is an affront to the sad reality of reality! H/C a bonus but not a requirement. Artistic shots of the Impala's interior floors, however, are non-negotiable.

I also had a dream that I'd finished and posted my [livejournal.com profile] spn_j2_bigbang and that was sad because that's not true. :(
kalliel: (free fall)
Title: Riven
Characters: John, Dean, Sam
Genre: gen, pre-series (Dean is 18), hurt/comfortish
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: smoking, parenting
Word Count: ~2300
Summary: What it comes down to is, John is too late for everything but what's ahead of them. If he runs fast enough, maybe he'll be far enough ahead to turn around and face what's left.
Notes: This is for my friend, [livejournal.com profile] alexadean, who asked if I would write a story about teen!Dean smoking to see if it would get John's attention.

'Hey Sam, can I borrow your lighter?' Dean asks. Dean's eighteen and Sam's young enough to still look twelve, and Dean asks to borrow his lighter. )
kalliel: (wincest)
I am having writing strife. :( I don't like it. I don't like it at all. It's making me feel very mundane and very anxious. It's also making everything else feel boring, so it's hard to go off and ~seek inspiration. My solution thus far has been to read a boring book, watch some boring TV, and also an episode of SPN.

More specifically, 6x10 "Caged Heat." I know a lot of people don't like it because of the torture porn and the rampant rape innuendos, but I really enjoyed it for those reasons. Not because I condone rape or insensitive reference to rape in fiction, I just--never mind. You're just going to have to trust whatever you know about my character on that one. But there are so many little glances and LOOKS in that episode, god. Dean and Samuel, Meg and Sam, Meg and Dean, Meg and demon!Christian... The list goes on.

I continue to be endlessly fascinated with Dean and soulless Sam, as well. Because whatever soulless Sam's indiscretions, at least they were matter-of-fact? I just think it's interesting that Dean treats soulless Sam like a shittier version of Sam--but not, importantly, like a stranger. And he can get away with it because soulless Sam doesn't have a soul, he doesn't really care; and everyone else (here meaning Castiel and Bobby) lets him get away with it, because, well, it's not Sam. Zero recrimination for beating the shit out of him, or verbally hounding him, for uh.. stuffing Sam's soul back into what by that point was also soulless!Sam's body, for all of the guilt-mongering. It's not that I don't get where Dean's coming from; I just think it's important to notice where he went.

Dean then goes on to tell Castiel in 6x10 that Castiel doesn't need to apologize. They are friends. Surely you don't need me to point out the tragic irony of this statement with respect to their future! :(

Dean has a lot of bad qualities, though I think self-righteous guilt-mongering probably tops that list. But Dean's not actually a self-righteous person. It's just sad and frustrating that he acts that way--I mean, I get it, I do--but it's still sad and frustrating and Dean bb, I HATE YOU but I also really, really love you. That is all.

Oh, and as you might suspect I have a very, very vibrant personal running headcanon across the entirety of SPN, but by watching a single, mostly random episode of S6 last night I managed to put that away and lololol I see why all the Dean fans are upset about the trajectory of canon post- what? S5? I SEE IT NOW. And now I'm sad about it, too. :( Though as LJ's resident Sera!stan and as someone who will probably never forgive Carver for the US version of Being Human I don't actually see this changing any time ever. I see it ending a little like this. Not literally--not in canon, in any case--but I think there's a pretty big chance that's what this is going to feel like.

Which, you know, I can also be on board with! So long as I keep that piece I linked in mind.

It's just gonna hurt like hell.
kalliel: (tongues)
If you're looking for things to spnfiltrate during the Hellatus, check out Marisol, a two act drama by Puerto Rican/New York playwright, Jose Rivera.

CHARACTERS.
MARISOL, a Puerto Rican woman, 26
ANGEL, Marisol's guardian angel, a young black woman

That is, racebent, genderswitched Dean/Castiel.

SETTING.
(post-Apocalyptic) New York City. Winter.

That is... 'nuff said.

TROUBLE.
God is gone. The angels take this situation into their own hands.

"The universal body is sick, Marisol. Constellations are wasting away, the nauseous stars are full of blisters and sores, the infected earth is running a temperature, and everywhere the universal mind is wracked with amnesia, boredom, and neurotic obsessions. Because God is old and dying and taking the rest of us with Him. and for too long, much too long, I've been looking the other way. Trying to stop the massive hemorrhage with my little hands, with my prayers. But it didn't work and I knew if I didn't do something soon, it would be too late . . . Listen well, Marisol: Angels are going to kill the King of Heaven and restore the vitality of the universe with His blood. And I'm going to lead them... it could be suicide. A massacre. He's beter armed. Better organized. And, well, a little omniscient . . . When we crown the new God, and begin the new millenium . . . Men and women will be elevated to a higher order. All children will speak Latin. And Creation will finally be perfect.

It also means I have to leave you. I can't stay. I can't protect you anymore."

SYNOPSIS.
(From Wiki) "Alone, without her protector, Marisol begins a nightmare journey into this new war zone where she is attacked by a man with an ice cream cone demanding back pay for his extra work on the movie Taxi Driver. Marisol finds herself on the streets, homeless, where her many encounters include a woman beaten for exceeding her credit limit and a homeless burn victim in a wheelchair looking for his lost skin. With the apocalypse well under way, the angels have traded in their wings for Uzis and wear leather motorcycle jackets and fatigues. As the action builds to a crescendo, the masses of homeless and displaced people join the angels in the war to save the universe."

ALSO.
When angels kill things, they leave behind a pile of salt. And without giving away any plot, there's mpreg. What more could you possibly ask for? Just think about how crazy it would be to see this play performed:


[source]
kalliel: (winry)
Last night my brother watched almost an entire season of the anime, Fullmetal Alchemist (1x03-1x18). FMA was my first fandom on LJ, and my longest outside of SPN, because I spent 2004-2007 there. It's still good. It's really, really good. If anything it's actually better than I thought it was back then, and I dedicated three very ardent years of my fandom life to it, so clearly I thought it was amazing then, too. I can better appreciate what I felt was "filler" back then, I think. And it's smart, and layered, crazily complex. I kept trying to remember who all these people were, how they fit together, how the government conspiracies panned out; because some things I remembered down to the composition of the scene, the individual lines of dialogue. Other things were just gone completely from my mind--big things.

Every episode they interrogate the humanity in, well, people, recognize the incredible array of motives, evils, double standards that make up an imperial world with war-torn borders and a government with genocide in its past (and present). It's a bildungsroman without the tinny insularity I tend to associate with anything people call a bildungsroman.

Oh, and there's wild amounts of H/C. Like, crazy, wild, enormous amounts of H/C. Which I kind of remember, but H/C wasn't a genre there and it wasn't the same kind of institution it is for us in SPN fandom.

Anyway, it occurred to me that my brother is around the same age I was when I first got into FMA, and was writing for it. And I'd been writing very bad fic for a fandom that shall not be named for a good year and a half before that, too. I haven't read any of my things from that period, though I do remember some, but thinking about my brother's capacity for understanding, analysis, and the written word, I think I feel a bit more willing to forgive my authorial failings at that age. XD

It also occurred to me that I'd read and written a lot more porn at his age than I'm sure he's even considered. This may explain why I've basically been over porn since like, 2008. I GOT IT ALL OUT OF MY SYSTEM EARLY ON.

I've also been trying to wach S8 of House, MD--that is, the final season. I have no love in my heart for it, whatsoever. And that pains me a little, because House is the only show I've ever watched weekly, the day it aired, on actual television, for any sustained amount of time (S3, 4, and 5; 2006-2009). But S8 is just playing off manufactured personal/sexual drama, old crises, and hokey visual gags unbecoming of its genre. All the pieces are there (House doing crazy things, doctors ostensibly practicing medicine or some variant thereof, moments of intuition brought on my seemingly unrelated personal conversations, etc.) but they're not actually doing anything.

There are nominal stakes, but no felt ones. There are bodies, but not actually people. And all their patients seem to have crazy shenanigans going on in their lives, but only because they have to. The show has managed to dial in medical emergencies, which ngl, I guess is kind of impressive. In a 'how the hell do you manage that?' kind of way.

I'll shut up about it now, because negativity bores me and no one likes to read it, but I'm determined to finish out the series because I worked myself up to finishing this out for two years and I am 14 episodes from the bitter, bitter end, and I want to see former!Show through. I want to see if they can bring it home.

And to be honest, I hope they can, because everything I just said about House I also feel about my own writing right now. :( And that makes me more sad, because House and I are really just formally signing the divorce papers right now; we've been separated for years. I have found a More Profound Pond to swim in! That is not, and will never be, the case with me and writing. I just want to write things that at the very least, I like, I hate you brain I hate you a lot. :S

Hey guys, I used to watch House to be inspired by its compelling interpersonal stories with quiet understated power. DO YOU THINK IT WOULD WORK IF I DID THAT NOW. XP

Okay no, I'm really done with that one now, I promise. I just. Good lord. XP
kalliel: (free fall)
I just turned in my [livejournal.com profile] spn_summergen fic, two extensions later. Not...super proud of it. :S Which sucks, because summergen is basically a gift exchange and /hands

I need to do something playful and low key before setting out on final-drafting for [livejournal.com profile] spn_j2_bigbang in earnest.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, if you're writing your first non-academic thing in months and months and months, don't let it be summergen. Make sure nothing is at stake. @_@ This has been news!

What are you guys working on? :D What do you want to start working on? What should you be working on, but aren't? XD


And in other news, if you have them, what are your Twitter and Tumblr handles? I'm trying to man up, leave the nest, and expand my fandom spaces. Let me add you. :D

Twitter: @mongingsammy
Tumblr: kalliel
kalliel: (wwdd)
I saw Fast 6 again a few days ago. I have nothing but the most profound and uproarious love for this franchise. Fast's thrilling confidence in their own insanity is breathtaking. And you know, I think that's my number one criteria for liking something--it has to really own what it's about. I mean, the same goes for people, too. Nothing bothers me more than watching people spin situations or their personalities/accomplishments/etc. into things they're not. Not that I don't, and not that there aren't certain situational hats that call for this or that version of yourself. But there are real ways and disingenuous ways to do this. tl;dr UGH posers, UGH pretension.

Anyway, what I really wanted to note here was that last week, I went to a contemporary art museum with a friend, which had a very strange exhibit up. I didn't photograph the paintings, because I wasn't sure if that was allowed, but surely you can infer what it was from the placard:



Yup, fan art. I'm not really sure how to feel about the exhibit, honestly. I'm all for the "legitimizing" of fan works, I guess, but I don't really know if I should trust what's written on the placard. Are there people who find slash a subversive act? Is that your motivation, slash writers/artists on my flist? And if it is, where does it rank with regard to, you know, just being endlessly interested in the pairing? I guess my deal with this idea is, I obviously find fanworks skillful. There's technique, motivation, theme, analysis, and everything else behind these works. There is subversion and whatever the hell else that placard brings up at work, for sure--and I'm a lit person, I feed off this kind of stuff. It's what I'm in love with. I'm the kind of person who reads things specifically for their formal techniques, or their experimental stylistics.

But at the same time, the whole fandom idea is that we're making these things as artists of various mediums, lovers of that medium, but also as fans. So would it have been so hard to note on your placard, THESE IMAGES SERVE MY OWN SOCIAL AND HOMOEROTIC AGENDAS BUT ALSO THE AGENDA WHERE I JUST REALLY FUCKING LOVE STAR TREK?

To quote John Green:

“Nerds like us are allowed to be unironically enthusiastic about stuff… Nerds are allowed to love stuff, like jump-up-and-down-in-the-chair-can’t-control-yourself love it. Hank, when people call people nerds, mostly what they’re saying is ‘you like stuff.’ Which is just not a good insult at all. Like, ‘you are too enthusiastic about the miracle of human consciousness’.”

Also, this article is a recommended read: The Cosmology of Serialized Televsion. Fantastically written article, though ultimately I disagree with the value judgments that accompany this taxonomy. The more unstable the mythology, the more enticing I find it. Boo on Aristotle--embrace the clusterfuck that is contemporary storytelling!
kalliel: (gumby girl)
In other news, I forgot how impossible it is to be productive in my mother's house. There are no conveniently located outlets, no tables, and the entire house is filled floor-to-ceiling with clutter and shit, not a bit of which is organized. Constant noise, constant distraction, interruption, and everything in between.

Since I'm definitely not touching any of said clutter (indeed, cutterfuck), since that's what I did last summer and the result clearly didn't take, all I can really do is sit here being suffocated by mess and noise. >:( Too bad the local library hours are so few; and so glad this is temporary. It's been less than two days. I am dying.

Oh, and today I was going through files in a box and looked down to see a bulbous spider crawling up the inside of my thigh. I flicked it away and burst the spider, it was that bulbous. Two words: Effusive fluids. In the same box, there was lizard molt stuck to the bottom of some papers. And my mother and I just caught a black wasp that was chilling above the guest bed (pertinently, my bed). Those witches from Macbeth would have a field day with this house, they really would.

I sort of watched the first series of Sherlock. Truthfully, I'm not that into it. I think I would have enjoyed it more under less duress, and had I given it more attention. (Though to be fair, I also watched Elementary with a similar lack of attention.) On the other hand, attention is one of those things that TV has to earn.

I heard the recent premiere of Luther was good, though? I watched the first series a few winters ago, but it lost me in the second. From what little I've heard about this new episodes, I might steal ahead and see what's up.

And the first S9 spoilers are rolling in. I VOW: I AM NOT GOING TO READ ANY OF THEM. THEY HAVE NEVER ENHANCED MY VIEWING EXPERIENCE, BECAUSE USUALLY 1) THEY MAKE THINGS SOUND INFINITELY WORSE THAN THEY ARE IN PRACTICE, IN A FOOLISH ATTEMPT TO MAKE THEM SOUND BETTER, OR 2) THEY MAKE IT SOUND LIKE INTERESTING THINGS ARE GOING TO HAPPEN AND THIS ENDS UP BEING VERY MISLEADING. No spoilers. No spoilers. I can do this!
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I just finished watching the first season of Elementary, which premiered on CBS this past season. It was pretty decent--intelligent and with fairly pleasant leads in Sherlock and Lucy Liu's "Joan Watson." I like it better than the Guy Ritchie movies, in that I found the characterizations a bit more compelling and the series itself is less of an FX parade (though they likely benefited here from a TV budget rather than a movie one).


It's really good at reading the present state of the cop procedural and understanding what it has to do to define itself as something apart from its myriad predecessors (in both cop procedural and Holmes lore). It's just smart enough to keep from being utterly hackneyed, no matter the unlikeliness of Holmes' deductions--and you do really want to see him maintain his sobriety, which is a big thing considering the glee I derive from the utter destruction of fictional persons, er.

I really, really like Lucy Liu as Watson, and I'd love to see more of her, but Irene--as a character and as a storyline--meh. Ultimately though, I don't think this is a show I'd continue watching, since I already have infinite Law and Order to do this job. Lucky for me I'm definitely not looking for a new show!

In fact, I should really stop marathoning television at some point, but... I might try BBC Sherlock next. I know that everyone and their duck loves it, but it's giving me that kneejerk hipster reaction where it's now at that point where it's been so built up for me, I'm concerned that I'll go in expecting too much and just be disappointed. I'm not sure how much more Sherlock I can take right now anyway; watching Elementary in tandem with the first few episode of House S8 was already pushing it!

AND BECAUSE NO POST HERE IS COMPLETE WITHOUT THIS NOTE. The Elementary has left me with a visceral need for Dean H/C.


Of course it did.


In other news: I need to finish my summergen. I need to seriously dig into writing that BB. Oh, also, I moved! And unpacked. And am now attempted to consolidate all of my belongings so I can move again very shortly. I have more things at my mother's house than I expected, ugh gross it's too hot to sift through dusty crap in small enclosed spaces.