falling_voices: (late evening.)
Dear Sherlock fandom:

I fucking love you today.

Most sincerely,

Sara.

(Seriously though, I thought I'd be able to be strong and hold off on reading spoilers for at least forty-eight hours. This is the state of mind also known as: you are being completely delusional.

But the episode looks really fucking exciting, and I can't wait for Christmas vacation — both a Narnia-inspired DW Special and Scandal in Belgravia within a week of each other. It's like Moffat is trying to whack us over the head with ALL THE AMAZING.)
falling_voices: (fore'ead tap.)
So — after the flurry of the Children in Need 2011 Special (suspenders!) and the trailer for the Christmas Special, now Moffat hands us four mini-sodes on a silver platter. I know not everyone follows [livejournal.com profile] doctorwho, so have links:


You might want to keep a handkerchief or two at hand.

Also, re: the christmas special; spoilers )
falling_voices: (red/black)
Dear Internet connection: Y U NO WORK. (AGAIN.)

I seem to only update this journal to bemoan my dysfunctional relationship with Technology these days. Rest of the time, considering that my writer's block is reaching heights never before imagined, I've been trying my hand at podfic — apparently my Sherlock voice is ridiculous and very, very posh. A little bit French, too? aw, man, I like it, what can I say.

Speaking of podfic, if you haven't seen it yet, the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] quintenttsy has recorded a fantastic version of anywhere i go, you go. ♥♥♥ do listen to it, she has a lovely voice.

In other news: The Social Network fandom has swallowed me completely, ogod. I'd loved the movie when it came out, and I'd dipped in the fandom briefly last year before Sherlock got its grip upon me, but with the current lull in Sherlock fandom I'm (re-)discovering the incredibly talented authors and stories written around Mark&Eduardo Epic Break-Up tragic friendship no, fuck that, it really is an Epic Break-Up. I don't know if any of you are in that fandom at all, but if you've so much as seen the movie, or if you're into Doctor Who (that's a safer demographic on this journal, I reckon), have a rec:

Place That Don't Know My Name, by [livejournal.com profile] veritasrecords
eduardo-centric, mark/eduardo, amy/rory | 15,300 words | PG-13

"There's a --" Rory says, stammering. "In the neck -- with your hand. Knocks them out. I learned it in med school," he finishes on a mumble.

"Rory Pond," Eduardo goes with fervent amazement. "You are the most kickass person I know."


and its sequel:

Place Between Here And The Destination, by [livejournal.com profile] veritasrecords
mark-centric, mark/eduardo, sean/other!amy, doctor/tardis(?) | 40,000 words | R

"Mark," she greets him, like she does it all the time: Mark isn't entirely unused to this, because the more famous you get, the more magazine articles there are about you and the more movies are made about your life, the more complete strangers come up to you and apparently know everything about you. It never stops being incredibly creepy.

"Sweetie," she says warmly, showing teeth. "You're going to need this, it's psychic," and then she hands him a toilet paper roll.

So much gloriousness, I don't even — just. Read them. Yeah.
falling_voices: (i wear a fez now)
Things this week shall be remembered by:

  • uni administration what are you doing why am I taking Swedish (actually, Swedish is quite good, but I wanted German, damnit.)
  • internet connection. What, what, what are you doing.
  • I seem to have fallen hopelessly in love with Downton Abbey.

I'll have to finish the first season before I actually review it more thoroughly, but right now I'm just flailing over Titanic and costumes and Belle Epoque and Maggie Smith and shiny things everywhere. Also, Matthew Crawley.

(Alsoalso, the music.)
falling_voices: (oh rory)
Dear self,

Beginning a new fic means this: taking up pen&paper and/or putting fingers to the keyboard, and then actually writing it. It does not, however, mean spending two days doing nothing but:

  • searching for inspiring screencaps/art
  • making a shiny playlist to write the story to
  • imagining nothing but the romantic/sex-related bits of the story, especially when said story is meant to be remarkably plot-driven.

No love (no seriously get down to business already you lazy sod),
Your Brain.

Also: The God Complex, though much belated. But this is Paperwork Week at university.

it's your bad dream, that's all. )
falling_voices: (an aeroplane.)
Someone force me to write this thing.

Before I throw my desk out the window. I have thought up so many plot points and character motivations and secret detective agencies in the heart of London of all things bloody hell — in the last two days that my head is very much about to explode. 

(Um, also: I've watched The God Complex, but the review shouldn't be up until tomorrow or the day after that, due to difficulties in conquering the wifi connection. It won't connect! WHY DON'T YOU CONNECT ANYMORE.)
falling_voices: (Default)
Night Terrors, folks.

No separate bulletpoint lists this time, mostly because they'd be drastically overbalanced; there was just so much I adored about this episode, and so much that scared me shitless, and so much that I found resonated perfectly with DW's general theme of fairytales and childhood, that I have barely a couple derogatory things to say about it at all. Most of Gatiss' other Who episodes were a bit meh on my hand, but if Sherlock's TGG hadn't already convinced me of his talents as a scriptwriter, then this probably would have.

Read more... )

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