falling_voices: (late evening)
I have just had the strangest street meeting in my life.

Random Guy Handing People Flyers: Hi! Do you hate the suburbs?
Me: What?
Random Guy Handing People More Flyers: Do you have a boyfriend?
Me: What?
awkward pause.
Random Guy Reaching Into His Satchel: Do you think all the people living in the suburbs of Paris are dangerous young thugs who come and set fire to your car in the night?
Me: Er. No?
 
And then he gave me an erotic book and told me to read it with my (completely hypothetical) boyfriend.

It's mostly sentimental French claptrap about what women like and what men like with horribly tacky salacious puns and little notes like Just remember to make your partner feel good during sex! I'd never have guessed, guys. 

Sometimes I'm very thankful to fandom for teaching me more about sex positivity than real life ever managed to.

Also: if all goes well and [livejournal.com profile] misha0529 gets back to me, the final, coded version of ToNC should go up tomorrow. Starting from Monday onwards, though, I'm leaving in vacation, so my access to LJ/the Internet will be very (very, very) limited; if I'm not leaving comments or updating this journal for a long time, that'll be why.
falling_voices: (vworp)
Oh look, LJ's back up again.
 

BARROWMAAAAN. LJJJJJJJJ. /fistshake

So, uh, the good news is that I've passed all of my exams, despite my accidentally not having sat for two of them — which I guess is pretty cool? and I won't have to sit for them in September, which is definitely cool. But I'm taken in Master year, possibly to work a memoir on Sherlock Holmes text-to-screen adaptations, with a focus on the Holmes/Watson relationship, which, ahah, is way beyond being just cool by this point. 

Speaking of cool.

 spoilers for dw, part two )
falling_voices: (blue&gold)
You know you've spent too much time in Sherlock Holmes fandom when you're writing a paper on Jan Smuts and all you keep writing is Jam Smut.

Especially when your civilization teacher loves the BBC shows and knows all about fandom.

This was a bit FAILy, self.

Re: Doctor Who.

spoilers. )
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Oh my god, there's podfic now. Mildly agonizing over the keyboard, ahh.

This has been one hell of a rollercoaster. It's funny how my life online is generally wonderful, and RL is intensely stressful and chaotic, these days — still, no more Sherlock-related writer's block, which is very, very satisfying. 

(For those who, well, don't frequent the Sherlock ficmeme, I've written meta!fic. And then it sort of became a 'verse, and there was fic o' fic o' fic. Yes.)

I think I've friended everyone back; so, ah, hello, all of you. I'm a little freaked out by all of this, as well as by [livejournal.com profile] holmeschat and all the related journals, but it's fairly lovely. And flabbergasting. Mostly flabbergasting. (And I keep finding myself thinking I want to write [info]jumperfucker /[info]consulting_detective RPF! and then going oh, hold on. I already have. Damn.)

... and then I came across this, and now I actually want to write Derringer Sky. IDEK. My finals begin on Monday, fic has Do Not Write cerulean blue post-it notes on it.

Also, I've re-watched Shoscombe Old Place yesterday night, in a last-ditch attempt to calm my nerves down after a long day of Thomas Hardy and Shakespeare, and came to the final conclusion that whoever is filming that Tintin movie is going about it the wrong way. They ought to have stolen the TARDIS, gone back to 1991, and borrowed young!Jude Law for a few months. He'd fit the job perfectly.

/still giggling over this. There's fic right there — real!Holmes&Watson die unexpectedly, and Joe Barnes and a friend of his decide to take up their legacy by taking up their name and rooms a few years later. Hence the discrepancies between ACD!Holmes and Ritchie!Holmes. SERIOUSLY, IT MAKES A LOT OF SENSE.
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Whoever says that English is an easy language to study has never had an English grammar course in freakin' France. It's not about the actual language, really, but rather more about interpreting it and making inferences as to — well, this time, as the conviction and volition of the speaker, and the possibility that the process might be accomplished. Will & would are modals which introduce a condition instead of a straightforward future tense that…

Grnk.

I wish this particular grammar dissertation (I mean, seriously, who ever heard of a grammar dissertation, and what exactly is the difference between a French dissertation and an English essay, I am so confused. If I ever get to England to study one day I will be quite lost in terminology) could come with a flashy, sparkly disclaimer that went

'I HAVE NO BLOODY IDEA WHAT I'M DOING AND I RATHER HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED ME TO DO, BECAUSE I JUST SPENT THE NIGHT ON IT AND I'D PREFER NOT DOING IT AGAIN'

on it. And also some porn, because shit is boring, and she might as well have something fun to read.

arrrr. )
falling_voices: (of course we're gonna have a parade)
IN WHICH THERE IS FIC, AND ALSO MUSIC, AND ALSO SEX. Quite a lot of it all, kthx, I shall now proceed onwards into Sherlock fandom because that's quite enough for now, okay.

I didn't think I'd ever get to write so many words of nothing but boys being stupid and fucking a lot but apparently I DID and now I need to get back to that dorky detective and his jumper-wearing john/best friend/colleague/boyfriend with their explosions and their snark, okay, that's enough fluff 'n snogging for a year. (Well, that's what I say now.)

(Funny thing is, I wrote this in pretty much the same way I wrote Sign A New Agreement With iTunes, all short paragraphs and parentheses (shutupshutup I like parentheses, alright), because apparently that's just how I write France/England human AUs forever, but. But the point is, okay, this — and this is all [livejournal.com profile] fireblazie's fault from now on till eternity — that this is basically Sign A New Agreement in reverse. Sign was about boys who were lovers in pretty much everything but the sex, and this is about boys who are lovers in pretty much nothing but the sex. And so much denial. And also long.)

jaywalking
francis/arthur, 20,000 words, nc-17, etcetcetc.

(Tonight: Doctor Who. I am one day late and SO FUCKING EXCITED for this shit.)
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My History of the English Language class is the most surreal thing ever.

My teacher: "Before we begin working on the pronounciation of Cs and Gs in Old English, I would like to point out two things.

1. tomorrow this year's Beaujolais Nouveau comes out. Before you buy any, please remember that with every glass you drink, the guards of the House of Bordeaux kill a puppy. Think of the puppies. Don't drink Beaujolais.
2. if I find out that you ever, ever put ice in a Bordeaux, I will personally hunt you down and drag you kicking and screaming into the seven circles of hell."

... yes, we're discussing Bordeaux versus Beaujolais in-between Beowulf and Tolkien. There are times when I love my country.

(Granted, this is the teacher who bemoans the loss of translation accuracy through the ages with 'In the original text of the Bible, God was a fish and Heaven full of cheese. So, so much has been lost in translation. How sad.')

Speaking of cross-Channel relationships — I wrote moar FrUK, lo. Just in case anyone here's interested...

And have a DW-vid red to top it off: Run With Me, River/Doctor, by [livejournal.com profile] chaila43. It's funny, because I don't ship River/Doctor — hell, I don't even like River all that much, and yet this vid made me love her, it's just that bloody gorgeous. Also, Imogen Heap's Speeding Cars is a gorgeous song, and pretty much the story of my life right now.

There, there, baby, it's just textbook stuff
It's in the ABC 
Of growing up...

meme, all

Nov. 8th, 2010 07:36 pm
falling_voices: (a winnar is me)
 Snatched from la gems. ♥

o1. answer each of the questions with a photograph from the internets.
o2. copy the url of your favorites here to make a mosaic.
o3. share with the world. [save, then upload]

le caf d'artois... )

1. first name
2. favorite food
3. hometown
4. favorite color
5. celebrity crush
6. favorite drink
7. dream holiday
8. favorite dessert
9. what i want to be when i grow up
10. what i love most in the world
11. one word that describes me
12. my nickname
falling_voices: (i reject your reality!)
No, seriously. Am I really starting up on school tomorrow? this is not on.

Belgium was awesome but exhausting, as I suppose it will always be, and up here the strikes are still pretty much the same, which means the Sorbonne might be again closed tomorrow. I've only class in the afternoon, thankfully enough — my schedule's pretty light this year, and I get to sleep in the mornings, which is greatly appreciated — but having to trudge all the way across from town to find my lessons cancelled wasn't fun two weeks ago, and it won't be fun in the future, either.

Which reminds me, how are France and French politics and the whole reform-and-strikes chaos that's happening here represented wherever you lot live? I gather from foreign newspapers (yeah, okay, English newspapers) that the whole thing's considered pretty ridiculous, which it most definitely is NOT over here. We get such a row of strikes about once or twice a year, but this time they're particularly virulent.

On a completely different topic — I'm thinking of putting up a Sherlock recslist, mostly for gems' benefit, and whoever else might be interested. Also, the plunnies are EATING ME ALIVE. I'm blaming a lot of people, [livejournal.com profile] katty008 most of all. My god, get out of my brain.

To finish this on a flourish, quick pimping: Charitable Getting, by Sam Starbuck, also known as [livejournal.com profile] copperbadge, is on its first day of publishing. Sam is one of my favourite multi-fandoms fanfic writer ever, and his first book, Nameless, is quite honestly one of my favourites — not the best-written I've ever read, nor, actually, the best, but it's quite close to my heart and I've been recommending it to most of my family and friends, with various results. I'm a terrible lurker and as such have never told him, but hey! if you've some money to spare and want to read a good book — or even just want to download the PDF version, which is for free — check it out. I loved it. You might too.
falling_voices: (it are fact.)

Yesterday? first day at uni. It felt a little (read: terribly) frightening to start up at a new school, especially considering that I've spent the two years after high school safely wrapped up in a safety cocoon of a specialized class, so I was more than just a little nervous. (I hate, hate, hate that feeling. I'm a pretty sociable person, but arriving somewhere where everyone knows one another but no one knows you is terrifying whichever way you look at it.)

Just as I left my dad said something along the lines of Allez, vas-y, which pretty much translates to Go on now.

And because it was a perfectly logical thing to answer to that, in French, I muttered Allons-y while stepping out the door.

... and then I burst out laughing.

Thanks, Tenth Doctor. <3

falling_voices: (Default)

I promised [livejournal.com profile] 11clovers a recipe for macaroons over a week ago. (Actually, make that two. Maybe.) I have this very excuse handy about discovering that my recipe for the actual cake and my recipe for the filling are not the same and one recipe — ergo, the proportions were all wrong and I had to right it — plus the French and English measures aren’t the same at all, which made it even more confusing.

But mostly? This is just me, being absent-minded. I apologize, darlin’.

those are not ladure macaroons )

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