While I tweet myself through my grieving process, here are three (ish) fanfic classics that
a) Prominently feature Ianto being awesome.
b) Prominently feature Ianto and Jack getting a happy (ish) ending.
c) Have multiple parts or are novella-length.
d) Have well-crafted plots on the epic scale.
e) Left a deep impression on me.
1. The Doctor & Mr Jones
. Ianto is a Time Lord! This fic is basically my personal canon.
2. Unfixed Wishes
. Ianto activates an alien artifact that allows him to be there for Jack when Jack needs him most, even beyond his own lifetime. This fic has a sequel/companion, Secret Admirer
3. Get Loved, Make More, Try To Stay Alive
.* In which Ianto gets pregnant and time is very wibbly-wobbly indeed.
*Who, by the way, wrote one of my favorite Torchwood reaction posts here. Way to see the positive side!
Reposted from Twitter, but this is basically all I want to say on the subject:
Well, that's it then. I guess I agree that it was a well-told story, but I'm done, and I think the show is, too. RIP Torchwood.
- Music:Ted Leo & The Pharmacists
Subject title in dedication to my two four-times-over loves right now, the Glee
pilot and Star Trek
. I've tried to write posts about them, but they've all come out garbled. I've seen them both four times in the space of a month! I love them lots! I follow twitters about them! I've allowed my brain to be infected by the virus known as ontd_startrek
! Beyond that, my ability to express myself about them falls into incoherency and violent affection!
I don't know why I failed to post for so long, when I had plenty of stuff to talk about. Mostly I think it's because I feel guilty that I haven't been reading my flist. I love you all, so I feel bad when I don't check up on you regularly. :(
I sort of have a job lined up, if the paperwork ever goes through. I spent Memorial Day weekend in Atlantic City with splintercat
and my future suitemates and we had lots of fun and one very heated game of Monopoly which I lost miserably. I am a sore loser, but also I was menstrual. It was a recipe for disaster.
I also saw Up
. Such a cute, lovely movie. The love for Pixar in my household runs deep and true, so I'm going to see it again with the parents tomorrow and watch my mother freak out with love and my father get teary eyed, because I predict that is what they will do. I predict I will be the embarrassed, but entertained one in the middle.
What has finally driven me to fire up to ol' "Post an Entry" page is that I finished The Demon's Lexicon
about 20 minutes ago and I wanted to tell any skeptics on my flist to give it a shot, because it is very, very good.( Short review, no spoilers.Collapse )
On to The Demon's Covenant
! I am pleased to say I look forward to it with high hopes and no reservations!
*Though she didn't use it in quite the same context, I did steal this joke subject from sparkly_stuff
, who, incidentally, did a hilarious "I'm on a Boat" rewrite for Star Trek over here
I decided to do the creative story option for my Enchanted Imagination (a.k.a. my Fantasy Is Rad seminar) final, and it is in desperate need of a look-over before I hand it in tomorrow at 11:30AM EDT. If anybody runs across this post between now and 11 tomorrow morning and has time to offer some quick and dirty constructive criticism, I'd appreciate it immensely
. Of course, regular constructive criticism/comments are appreciated well into the indefinite future. *wry grin*
Also, I don't have a title? Crap. ( Basically, a princess falls for her animal protector, but of course he is a prince in disguise. ~5,000 wordsCollapse )
Horrible thought of the day:
Torchwood vs Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Does this exist? Why do I want this to exist? I want this to exist so badly.
- Music:In Between Days - Ben Folds
Thanks for the advice, guys! I'm meeting with major adviser on Thursday and the Study Abroad dean sometime this week as well. I'm going to try to think positively about my future, or not think about it at all. For now, this seems like a good plan. Except that I kind of really need a job for this summer. At this rate I'm going to end up back at the boardwalk. -_-;
I wrote an extremely decent seven page paper in under 10 hours last night/today, which is an interesting achievement for me. "Remembrance and Self-Effacement in Christina Rossetti's Work." Basically I analyzed six poems of hers according to the theme for about 1500 words and then speculated for the other 800 as to why this binary was such a unique and all-encompassing concern for her. Easy-peasy! I love poetry and that class (Victorian Poetry) and am feeling more and more devastated that my last class with this teacher--Erik Gray, love of my intellectual life--is this Wednesday. I'm really afraid I might get choked up. I'm so embarrassing.
In other news, I apparently got chosen from a random draw of openID accounts on Dreamwidth to get an invite code, which is kind of nice (three days ahead of the curve! all registered openID users will receive invites on 4/30). However, I have been totally dithering about what to register as. Here are my current options:
Right now I'm leaning toward searchsoleil
. What to you guys think? Any suggestions?
I have no idea what to do with my life.
I mean, I do not know what to do in the next 10 minutes. I do not know what I want to do for my job over the summer. For my classes next semester. For my study abroad possibilities the semester after that. For my thesis. For my career.
I declared my major, and I've been having non-stop anxiety attacks about it ever since. I love English, but it is the helpless, impotent love of someone who doesn't believe it will ever amount to anything. My mother majored in English and got absolutely no where with it--never found a job she loved, or even liked, I think--even though she is a capable and quick-witted employee. I am neither of those things. I couldn't even hold down a summer job mixing smoothies, for fuck's sake. I'm practically unemployable as it is, why am I adding to the disaster that is my future resume?
And sometimes I hate my major, very specifically, because despite the fact that Barnard and Columbia are supposedly all buddy-buddy now, my major's department flouts all hints of bureaucratic progress in favor of being hugely backwards bitches and insisting I have to take 6 of my required 10 major-fulfilling courses on the Barnard side of the street, even though 90% of the 1800s-related courses are taught at Columbia. I'm going to try to kill two birds with one resentful stone on this issue and take enough courses to fill my entire Junior Colloquium requirement in one semester (this involves taking extra substitute courses, thus increasing my Barnard course count), leaving me with a semester to study abroad, worry-free (in an academic sense, at least).
I want to go to the UK so badly it has become a palpable ache in my chest. I have to study abroad there or else I will never, ever forgive myself. The question is where. There are about 30 options for me to choose from in England and Scotland, and none of them jump out at me in any particular way. I like the idea of Edinburgh, but it seems sort of weird to go there for the spring semester when it will be dark and freezing until probably a week before I leave.
I find it sort of ironic that my deepest fantasies right now involve fleeing NYC, the setting of all my previous deepest fantasies. I still love the idea of New York, and really, I love Barnard and Columbia most of the time. It's just that somewhere in the merger of the two is this trap of having no desire to crawl out of bed after a week of classes and taking flak from all sides for not taking advantage of the city more.
That is not to say that I have much of a desire to crawl out of bed during the week either. Burnout isn't great, guys. I really need to go to sleep, but all of this keeps swirling around in my head until I end up running to my delicious network to find something to quiet my thoughts for a few minutes at a time.
Looking over this post, I think it might be mostly incoherent. Time to pass out from exhaustion. I'm probably going to regret posting this later, but it's probably better to have it all out and set down somewhere than just mulling around in my head. Good night/morning to all.
In the parent's vehicle on the way to my Grandmother's "Easter for the lapsed Catholics," or "yet another thinly veiled excuse for a family reunion" dinner, and Madonna's "Like A Prayer" just came on the radio. I guess somebody in the South Jersey radio station business has a sense of humor.
Happy Easter, or whatever, everyone.
- Tags:music, wtf
- Music:radio commercials
Prologue: I'm not screening spoilers that are available from the trailers, so read at your own risk, I guess.
Watched Planet of the Dead an it was awwwwweeeesome! I mean, some of it was stupid (seer woman, gtfo of my episode, as well as the few random, unnecessary deaths), but most of it was great. Randomly hilarious one-off characters, sexy sexy banter, high-class thievery, the Doctor being bossed around, the Doctor bossing other people around, ( some more things that are more spoiler-yCollapse )
All in all, this was a romp of an episode, and while it wasn't up to Doctor Who's true standards of brilliance, it was GREAT HEAPS OF FUN, AND I ENJOYED MYSELF IMMENSELY.
Also, now that I've gotten back into the Doctor Who spirit, I finally looked up casting spoilers and OH MY FUCKING GOD, the companion for the Christmas specials is EFFING ( BEEEEEP SPOILERSCollapse )
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY LIFE = COMPLETE. I CAN'T BELIEVE I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL CHRISTMAS FOR THIS. WHEREFORE MUST I PINE FOR SO LONG A DURATION?
Had a nice birthday. Weird that I am officially 20. For the actual day, splintercat
organized a trip to a Japanese-style karaoke place with private booths and we spent two hours making crazy, loud, off key fools out of ourselves. It was awesome. Also received amazing joke presents from friends from home, wyvernrabbit
1) Gone With the Nerd
2) Modified standing cut-out of Edward Cullen. Mine has sparkly Wonder Woman wrist cuffs, and buttons that say "I Support Cedric Diggory" and "I Sparkle For Liz."
Point two has taken up residency in my dorm room, where he has acquired further modifications in the form of a fashionable scarf and a panda hat. He watches over me while I sleep!
Be horrified. You know I am. Although slowly he's grown on me until I can almost view him with a kind of affection.
There were some other things I wanted to talk about, but I've pretty much forgotten what they were. I've been neglecting this LJ for too long.
Oh yes, I have a Twitter
now, which I promise I will never bother you LJ friends about again. However, for the interested, you now have a link.
Alright, enough of that randomness. Have a meme:( six icons memeCollapse )