I had to scroll through 50 pages of a fanfiction site to get to an actually good Sherlock fic.
Can the Sherlock fandom only offer copious amounts of man on man porn without a plot, or strange AU situations where Moriarty becomes a cat (like an actual freaking CAT), or the characters are transported into some freakish land? Really? I’m so done with summaries promising MorMor FLUFF (or just MorMor really, so done), or Moriarty torturing Sherlock with rape and mind tricks and what not.
If anyone knows of any good Sherlock fics that involve faithful character portrayal and feature some loyalty to canon, BRING THEM TO ME I BEG YOU TEARS IN MY EYES WHAT EVEN.
Okay, I’m done now.
At this point, I’m resigned to seeing something like a Jane Eyre: The Vampire Slayer trailer.
“A brand new series about a Jane you have never seen before, coming to your screens this fall to ruin everything you ever loved, mwhahahaha.”
Thanks, TV. All I ever wanted was to see Ichabod Crane parading around modern-day Sleepy Hollow after simply sleeping off his death for 250 years cause apparently, that’s how he rolls now, and of course, let me not forget about the new, emo and pussified version of Dracula, who is suddenly a petty revenge-driven whatever and thinks turning someone is an abomination. Ahahaha, coming from the same guy who allows his brides to snack on a baby, and who has probably eaten a few babies himself? Really? Please.
on my life, yay, fascinating shit. :)
- recovering from a second cold, coughing (again) like it’s the plague come back, in the middle of freaking May,
- work, work, work, did I mention work,
- STILL reading A Dance with Dragons because it’s 1000 pages long, what the hell,
- trying to decide what kind of new phone to buy (the old one is barely breathing, welp), come on, I just want a phone with which to call and text people, I don’t need a mini computer, geez,
- watching too many shows, what else is new, not liking the new NBC Dracula thing starting this fall because really, is that how you see Dracula? Okay, bye,
- hoping so hard that Hannibal gets renewed, come on, please,
- doing nothing visibly productive with my writing, but ideas keep piling up, please ideas, wait, my mind needs to catch up, give me till June, I’ll start writing again then.
I believe that’s all, folks!
Okay, I’m going to make some muffins now.
Reading A Dance with Dragons. On page 550.
Well, I can say now that I’m already half way through.
But after 500 pages and still as many to go, you kinda have to stop for a break. Like, you have to.
I just went through my old university books and notebooks to arrange them in a logical order in another room (because I need more space for all the books of fiction I keep buying), and found the analysis of T.S. Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” (you know, the one that every British actor knows by heart).
At the end of the 10-page analysis, I found a post scriptum I had completely forgotten about, written by my uni colleague, and it says:
“This is the shit. This is, like, all you’ve ever wanted cause it’s so deep and stuff, and in short, you have to love it. You wrote ten pages about it and just remember the professor’s inspired face. When he was reading this to us, we all thought he’d discovered El Dorado or something.There’s no other way. If you don’t love this shit, you won’t pass the exam and no one will like you cause all sophisticated people love this mo-fo poem, don’t you know that? LOVE IT. This is your El Dorado. You have to love this shit, like a patient etherized upon a table, and then eat some shells or was it fish? Anyway, thanks for lending me your notes. You’re studying this shit now and I made you laugh, I know I did. You’re welcome.”
Ladies and gentlemen, my uni friend
who didn’t like this poem, obviously.
Challenge of the day: translating a text into English that I don’t even understand in my native language.
My weekly reaction to TVD:
But I continue to watch the show because: the Originals and Caroline, occasionally Damon.
This week was different. I loved the Klaus-centric episode, BUT….
There’s always a but with this show, a big bone to pick, and I’m like, with Julie Plec in mind:
Witnessing my sister intellectually crushing a dumbass, uneducated, prejudiced hillbilly with her solid and clever arguments brings tears of great sisterly pride to my eyes.
I can’t reblog myself anymore and I’m pissed off.
I need this option. I need it back. TEARS. Why do I even have missing e when it doesn’t work as it should?!
Tumblr is angry. Something to do with messed up tracked tags.
And then I realised I must be one of the derpiest Tumblr users because I don’t have tracked tags, not one, not a single one.
I let those that I follow rummage through all the posts and reblog the best ones, and occasionally, if I feel particularly inspired, I actually search certain tags.
lglorien, the laziest blogger ever. Hey, guys. :)
I’m a cranky idiot today: sore throat, lost my voice, fever.
It’s April. I can’t be sick in April. Serves me right for cuddling sick toddlers.
So, I’m listening to an internet radio station for a change and scrolling through Tumblr, and just as my eyes land on an enlarged pic of Loki’s grinning face, the song “Who’s Your Daddy” by Benny Benassi starts to play. I don’t know why, but this combination made me burst into laughter.
I’m laughing so hard. Oh man. It’s like all those strange naughty confessions I sometimes stumble upon, audio-visual style.
Why do I find this so funny?
I used to be one, believe it or not, when I was about twelve, up until I turned fifteen or around that time. It’s all coming back to me now, so do expect a new fandom on this blog: Star Trek. (If you haven’t noticed that the posting has already started, haha.)
See, my grandpa is a Trekkie (my grandpa is cool, hell yeah) and he introduced me to Star Trek. First we watched the original series from the 60s (all the episodes). Then we watched all the STNG. I know this shit, and I used to love it, just so we’re clear that, while I love Benedict Cumberbatch, it’s not why I keep reblogging Star Trek.:) He just happens to be on my dash the most, and the Star Trek tag IS the BC tag at the moment, lol.
(Why did I stop with Star Trek? Well, LOTR happened, simple as that.)
Maybe it’s just me, but this has been one of the most sinister villain one-liners of the last decade. (from Star Trek: Into Darkness) It gave me chills when I first heard it in the trailer. It’s all about how he says it. It shows how much this man disregards a human life, and how much he hates. Wow.
This one-liner kind of follows in the footsteps of some previous evil megalomaniacs from the last few years: the Joker, Loki, Bane. At least to me it feels this way.
So far, this villain seems absolutely determined, organised and truly scary.