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brown paper packages tied up with string
Why did no one TELL ME Psych is so adorable?! I mean, lolz @ 'deductive reasoning' and how everyone in Santa Barbara is totally into psychics, but omg, Shawn is pretty much Seth Cohen in 15 years and Gus is like a geekier Ryan Atwood, WHICH MEANS they are obviously doing it. I'm not too happy that the character they named after me is an uptight butt-monkey, but whatever, rec me some Shawn/Gus and I'll be okay. (How weird would it be if I started writing Psych fic? It's like writing Narnia fic with the pen-name Eustace Scrubb. I have been Lassiter since forever ago!)
Speaking of being late to the party: House. It is delicious! Tell me, O flist, where does one go to get one's dose of non-House/Wilson House fic?
The holidays is for TV. ETA: Okay, Leverage is also pretty awesome, even if Parker is kind of annoying.
I've never done a fic round-up before, and I thought I might do one this year. I thought wrong. Instead, I compiled a self-indulgent list of my favorite fics that I've written and self-indulgently wrote about why I like them.
Narnia
and sometimes you hear the silence speak
Implied Edmund/Susan, implied Edmund/Jadis. PG13. My magnus opus? I like this one because I love Edmund (especially the morally ambiguous kind) and Susan, and there is definitely not enough Edmund/Susan in the world. MOAR EDMUND/SUSAN. I kind of really enjoyed waxing ethnographic about Calormen, and making up magic, and Jadis was unexpectedly fabulous to write. This fic ate my brain so there was a point where it seemed like everything in my life was making it into the story (e.g. my thesis on food security, my sociology lectures, drunk conversations with my boyfriend, &c). I'm still secretly nervous that someone's going to, like, angrily accuse me of subscribing to Orientalism and its fevered colonialist imaginings, or something. Okay, not to get any more self-indulgent except for how I totally will, but would anyone be interested in a DVD commentary of this fic...?
remember me as a time of day
Anna Popplewell/Susan Pevensie, implied combinations of Anna/Will/Susan/Peter. PG13. For the crack-flavored mind candy. I like strange things and pretty people, and this fic has lots of both of those.
Salva Veritate
Harry Potter crossover. Susan Pevensie/Tom Riddle. PG13. Again with the liking strange things. Susan and Tom can co-write a book about magic, trauma, betrayal, and escaping the past. It was interesting mental exercise using one character to think about the other.
to know these songs and to sing them
Peter/Susan. PG13. I've written shitloads of Peter/Susan all over the place, but I think this one is the most cohesive and tightly written.
'Hidden Pictures' is a series of missing scenes from the Prince Caspian movie. Of those, I like:
-- to move without hurry/under trees, which flashes back to Edmund's spy network in the Golden Age. "In the days of the Golden Age, Edmund headed a coalition that had no name and whose members wore no distinguishing crest."
-- they would bend to kiss the earth/and return, their lean faces housing mystery, which is post-movie, and about them finding their feet again. "They discuss school, their siblings, books, the news. When they can stand it, they talk about the vagaries of experiencing adolescence a second time, concluding in the way adolescents do that dreams are everything and love is hard."
The Secret Garden
certains t'ont promis la terre
Dickon/Mary/Colin. PG13. I have been itching to write about these three since forever, but I just couldn't get my act together. Which is why the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1sentence format is so great. Perfect for fandom ADD!
anthropomorphized countries
our god is a distant god
Philippines/Spain, Philippines/USA. PG. My colonialism angst, let me show you it. I never ended up posting this toanthropomor_fic because I got nervous about the transparency of my politics and also about how I possibly characterized the Philippines as a battered housewife. BUT SHE'S NOT, OKAY.
Speaking of being late to the party: House. It is delicious! Tell me, O flist, where does one go to get one's dose of non-House/Wilson House fic?
The holidays is for TV. ETA: Okay, Leverage is also pretty awesome, even if Parker is kind of annoying.
I've never done a fic round-up before, and I thought I might do one this year. I thought wrong. Instead, I compiled a self-indulgent list of my favorite fics that I've written and self-indulgently wrote about why I like them.
Narnia
and sometimes you hear the silence speak
Implied Edmund/Susan, implied Edmund/Jadis. PG13. My magnus opus? I like this one because I love Edmund (especially the morally ambiguous kind) and Susan, and there is definitely not enough Edmund/Susan in the world. MOAR EDMUND/SUSAN. I kind of really enjoyed waxing ethnographic about Calormen, and making up magic, and Jadis was unexpectedly fabulous to write. This fic ate my brain so there was a point where it seemed like everything in my life was making it into the story (e.g. my thesis on food security, my sociology lectures, drunk conversations with my boyfriend, &c). I'm still secretly nervous that someone's going to, like, angrily accuse me of subscribing to Orientalism and its fevered colonialist imaginings, or something. Okay, not to get any more self-indulgent except for how I totally will, but would anyone be interested in a DVD commentary of this fic...?
The Witch draws herself to her full height, and Edmund can see in her stature a little of her Jinn heritage. But unlike the Jinn there is no fire in her eyes, only a dead black, and still he doesn’t back away from her, won’t let himself do so.
“Oh, my dear boy, don’t you see?” says the Witch. “You carry me in your thoughts and nurture me in your grudges. You keep me in your dreams. It is not you who are mine.” She bends to be face to face with him, and smiles. “I am yours.”
remember me as a time of day
Anna Popplewell/Susan Pevensie, implied combinations of Anna/Will/Susan/Peter. PG13. For the crack-flavored mind candy. I like strange things and pretty people, and this fic has lots of both of those.
“Is that you, Will?” Anna gasps. “Or… Peter…”
Will can’t tell Susan or Anna apart either. But somehow Peter and Susan always know.
“Yes,” replies the boy in her arms. His hair is golden and he smells like the earth, and his lips are just as Anna has always imagined them to be, whoever he is.
Salva Veritate
Harry Potter crossover. Susan Pevensie/Tom Riddle. PG13. Again with the liking strange things. Susan and Tom can co-write a book about magic, trauma, betrayal, and escaping the past. It was interesting mental exercise using one character to think about the other.
As Tom fashions snakes out of green fire with his wand, he tells her, “I can teach you to bottle death. I can teach you to break your soul apart and keep the pieces in a secret place.”
She doesn't doubt he can but Lucy’s cordial had bottled life, which is more precious, and Susan thinks she’s had enough of the soul divided and left in inaccessible places.
to know these songs and to sing them
Peter/Susan. PG13. I've written shitloads of Peter/Susan all over the place, but I think this one is the most cohesive and tightly written.
There are no handmaids in the ruins of Cair Paravel, so it is Peter who buttons the buttons and ties up the laces where she can’t reach. The actions are almost familiar, this puzzle of knots and eyelets, and he’s reminded of the whisper of silk skirts as they fall to the floor.
Susan twirls before him, arms above her head, and it looks like dancing. She is smiling. “How do I look?”
Peter tilts his head. “Like a queen.”
'Hidden Pictures' is a series of missing scenes from the Prince Caspian movie. Of those, I like:
-- to move without hurry/under trees, which flashes back to Edmund's spy network in the Golden Age. "In the days of the Golden Age, Edmund headed a coalition that had no name and whose members wore no distinguishing crest."
-- they would bend to kiss the earth/and return, their lean faces housing mystery, which is post-movie, and about them finding their feet again. "They discuss school, their siblings, books, the news. When they can stand it, they talk about the vagaries of experiencing adolescence a second time, concluding in the way adolescents do that dreams are everything and love is hard."
The Secret Garden
certains t'ont promis la terre
Dickon/Mary/Colin. PG13. I have been itching to write about these three since forever, but I just couldn't get my act together. Which is why the
1sentence format is so great. Perfect for fandom ADD!Mary felt it tug at her heart the day Dickon insisted she teach him all the Hindi she knew, and the familiar syllables rolled off her tongue to be reshaped by his lilting Yorkshire: pyar for love, ghar for home, and udyaan, for garden.
anthropomorphized countries
our god is a distant god
Philippines/Spain, Philippines/USA. PG. My colonialism angst, let me show you it. I never ended up posting this to
anthropomor_fic because I got nervous about the transparency of my politics and also about how I possibly characterized the Philippines as a battered housewife. BUT SHE'S NOT, OKAY.She always smoked when she wrote her letters to Spain, always unsure whether she should hate herself as she poured her heart out and filled the space it left with nicotine fumes. It wasn’t love; she was tied to Spain in a way that was deeper than love, and she came to understand that one day she would be tied to America in the same manner.
These ties that bind, writes the Philippines, sucking on her cigarette. Sometimes I feel I am more ropes than self.