Perfect Within Context

Here's a subject that I've been trolled incessantly by (and have counter-trolled, I admit) ever since the first Sasuke and Sai arc (chapters 282-310 in the manga, episodes 33-53 holy shit that's a lot in the anime) of Naruto Shippuden: why certain fans (including myself) are so unfailingly faithful to Sasuke when he clearly is a massive penis.

The short answer: Naruto does it, why can't we?

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Title: Sunt Lacrimae Rerum
Fandom: ​Soul Eater
Pairing: Spirit (Death Scythe)/ Franken Stein
Rating: PG
Warnings: Stein, Stein's madness, my unrelated madness. Gleeful lack of continuity.
Notes: Written for the 1sentence challenge, theme set Gamma, in a desperate bid to ignore my other writing obligations and to get this pairing out from under my skin. (#fail) (#epicfail)

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The Naruto fandom's been in something of a slump lately. Here's my contribution: these recs are all stories that have been written after 2010, when the last comprehensive rec list was made. The pairings are mainly slash and pretty obscure, because those that aren't get enough limelight anyway, in my humble opinion.

ETA: My definition of 'semi-obscure' has swelled to encompass anything that isn't het or canon or even obvious. Even KakaIru and SasuNaru are fair game.

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I'll update as I go along. For now, any input and recs are much welcome. 

It's past 4 am and I don't give a fuck anymore.

Title: I Could Stick Around and Get Along With You
Fandom: Supernatural RPF
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Summary: AU in which Jared’s a fabulous Broadway star and Jensen’s been in way too many tween movies.
Notes: My life stopped making sense three hundred words into this story. I knew I’d regret coming back to fandom. Title taken from Martin Solveig's Hello.

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Just one more month till I completely stampede on the hopes of my parents and teachers and flunk out massively! Then I'll be back for good in fandom, and I've already got like five adjacent fics in the works. Whee!

(The fics happen to include a Sam/Dean AU, because I missed 'em most, and a truly strange Russell Howard/Jon Richardson AU that I'm mostly writing because they remind me of J2. Oh, and because they may or may not have had a massive falling out, at which point we will write about them bumming each other. Isn't that what RPF is primarily for?)

It's gonna be good to be back.

(#scared)

I have a picture, and the picture has a slogan. It says great and terrible things, this picture. At a stretch, this picture can narrate the downfall of ancient civilizations and predict the glory of ones yet to come.



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(In other news, I'm now a published poet (wtf?) and suspended from school for 'inappropriate behavior' and am considering a Jedward haircut, just to mock the irony gods.)


ETA! ME HAS ETA!: Finally discovered the origin of those poignant Mozart/MGMT mashups: @DJWhishaw. Where he indulges in moving dubstep renditions of your favorite tunes and shares touching tales of his life, wandering in the wilderness, befriending squirrels. I think a hearty 'about damn time' is warranted.

Also: angst aside, am slightly amused (read: horrified) by how my LJ is fast morphing into a Ben Whishaw appreciation blog, with Simon Amstell making faces at regular intervals.

Title: Even My Henchmen Think I'm Crazy
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Rating: PG
Summary: In which there is a princess ("don't be ridiculous," fumes Sherlock) a prince ("Can't we both be princes?" inquires John politely.) and other forms of utter disconnect from sanity. A fairytale-ish intepretation of the tale of John and Sherlock. Also: crack like whoa.

In which there is sexism

Title: White (of the blinding kind)
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Rating: R
Summary: A cupful of poison, some mental lists and revelations; in other words, how to spend your third to last day on earth.

Here, on the AO3

I don't understand viscosity or the many and varied idiosyncrasies therein. This would not be a problem, if only I wasn't five months away from the exam that will supposedly decide my entire life. Fuck fate and destiny, A/Levels are what's gonna kill ya.

So I do what I usually do when I'm depressed as all fuck: I stare at pretty pictures.



(brought to my attention by jonjokeat, whom I had to, like, be a firefighter in a past life to deserve)

And Martin Freeman's irritatingly adorable face helps, too:



There we are. Much better.

Happy February, everyone!

Written for the unstoppable dahlia94. This is meant to be a timestamp-ish thingy for Take 512, aka the theater tech AU.

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