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1. Dirty Sexy Money. UGH. I am going through Season 1 of Dirty Sexy Money and I HATE HER. I HATE HER SO MUCH. I'm on Episode 7 and I don't understand why she is being set up to be the forbidden romantic interest of the married main character when there is NOTHING LIKEABLE ABOUT HER. It's just confusing storytelling. I thought Karen was written to be annoying on purpose and that the viewer to hate her, but now she is desired by the moral center of the show? I don't understand why ANYONE would desire Karen Darling, want to redeem her, or write fic about her explaining why she is the way she is. If I look into her head, I would find, "I fail at life because I never had to work at anything."
. The rest of the characters are okay I guess, though I ADORE the twins. (Where is the Jeremy/Juliet fic, guys??) I may or may have not drabbled Jeremy&Juliet when I was bored in class.
2. I kind of miss writing in a fandom that's set in the present day, 'cos then I can just let loose with dialogue and references and not have to check whether they're anachronistic or not. I would maybe minimize moments of "Wait, did I just accidentally write Christian allegory?" I want to write about airport lounges, Greyhound buses, fast food, and falling asleep in front of the TV.
I pretty much should just start writing originals again and write WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT.
3. The Secret Garden. Thoughts on Susan Moody's Return to the Secret Garden are
It was disappointing. I'm not surprised that it is, but I hoped it wouldn't be.
Things I Like
- BOTH times when Mary and Dickon finally have sex. The build-up was more or less effective enough to make me think "OMG JUST FUCK ALREADY!" MARY/DICKON ZOMG.
- Mary being initially confounded by sex
- Mary being disillusioned in India (Basil included)
- Colin having a new aspiration every week
Things That Could've Been Better Handled, But Wasn't, With Less Than Compelling Results
- Sociopolitical commentary on the World Wars and class struggle. She was trying to put The Secret Garden in a context of the British and European politics of its day. I'm down for putting canon in a new context, 'cos hey, that's what fic is all about, but Moody's execution just felt forced.
- Barney whathisname, the soldier who had a crush on Mary's mother, channeling his lust to Mary. Again with the feeling forced.
- Mary's child being a Marty Stu, ugh.
Good ideas but inconsistent writing quality. 6.5/10!
. In short, MARY/DICKON 4EVAAAAAAAAA. To conclude,
4. Heroes. I just watched the new Heroes and MAN, everyone is TOTALLY SEXING EACH OTHER. TOTALLY. Especially all of the Petrellis (including Claire), though that's nothing new. I mean, it pretty much begins with Peter and Claire sexing, but eventually it gets to Peter and Nathan sexing because IT ALWAYS DOES.
I approve of Mohinder/Maya. I APPROVE OF MOHINDER. Someone break me off a piece of THAT, omg. I always knew you had it in you. You were already too pretty for words, AND THEN YOU TOOK OFF YOUR SHIRT. AND I DIED. MOHINDER, YOU ARE TOO HOT FOR WORDS. Also, your superpower is that you are Spiderman, lolz.
OH, AND THEN THERE IS HIRO AND ANDO. Who compare themselves to Batman and Robin. I MEAN, COME ON.
Everyone on Heroes <333333333!!!! Except Claire, who is dumb as a post.
, yeah. I'm tempted to get sucked into the Heroes fandom, but what I REALLY should be doing is homework.
. The rest of the characters are okay I guess, though I ADORE the twins. (Where is the Jeremy/Juliet fic, guys??) I may or may have not drabbled Jeremy&Juliet when I was bored in class.
2. I kind of miss writing in a fandom that's set in the present day, 'cos then I can just let loose with dialogue and references and not have to check whether they're anachronistic or not. I would maybe minimize moments of "Wait, did I just accidentally write Christian allegory?" I want to write about airport lounges, Greyhound buses, fast food, and falling asleep in front of the TV.
I pretty much should just start writing originals again and write WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT.
3. The Secret Garden. Thoughts on Susan Moody's Return to the Secret Garden are
It was disappointing. I'm not surprised that it is, but I hoped it wouldn't be.
Things I Like
- BOTH times when Mary and Dickon finally have sex. The build-up was more or less effective enough to make me think "OMG JUST FUCK ALREADY!" MARY/DICKON ZOMG.
- Mary being initially confounded by sex
- Mary being disillusioned in India (Basil included)
- Colin having a new aspiration every week
Things That Could've Been Better Handled, But Wasn't, With Less Than Compelling Results
- Sociopolitical commentary on the World Wars and class struggle. She was trying to put The Secret Garden in a context of the British and European politics of its day. I'm down for putting canon in a new context, 'cos hey, that's what fic is all about, but Moody's execution just felt forced.
- Barney whathisname, the soldier who had a crush on Mary's mother, channeling his lust to Mary. Again with the feeling forced.
- Mary's child being a Marty Stu, ugh.
Good ideas but inconsistent writing quality. 6.5/10!
. In short, MARY/DICKON 4EVAAAAAAAAA. To conclude,
It was nearly three months since the telegram had arrived announcing that Dickon was missing and there had been no further news. She knew Colin was still mourning him: so, indeed, was she. But she needed a change. Everything had been so dreary while the war dragged on. For far too long she had felt as old as the moors round Misselthwaite, and the limited chances for gaiety offered by the Yorkshire social scene only added to that feeling. But she was nearly nineteen and she wanted to be young, to be like the girls whose exploits she read about in the society pages of the newspapers, the girls who were rebelling against the stuffy conventions of their parents, who belonged to the smart sets, like those who surrounded the Prince of Wales or Lady Diana Cooper. She longed to smoke Turkish cigarettes and bob her hair and dance till dawn in smoky basement night-clubs. When she had finally understood that Dickon was lost to them, she had known she would mourn him for the rest of her life. Even now, she was pierced by sadness as sharp and cold as an icicle whenever she thought of him. And yet, with the war over, life was slowly beginning to return to some kind of normality, and with a certain surprise, she was realizing that there were limits to how much time a person could spend being grief-stricken.OH SUSAN.
4. Heroes. I just watched the new Heroes and MAN, everyone is TOTALLY SEXING EACH OTHER. TOTALLY. Especially all of the Petrellis (including Claire), though that's nothing new. I mean, it pretty much begins with Peter and Claire sexing, but eventually it gets to Peter and Nathan sexing because IT ALWAYS DOES.
I approve of Mohinder/Maya. I APPROVE OF MOHINDER. Someone break me off a piece of THAT, omg. I always knew you had it in you. You were already too pretty for words, AND THEN YOU TOOK OFF YOUR SHIRT. AND I DIED. MOHINDER, YOU ARE TOO HOT FOR WORDS. Also, your superpower is that you are Spiderman, lolz.
OH, AND THEN THERE IS HIRO AND ANDO. Who compare themselves to Batman and Robin. I MEAN, COME ON.
Everyone on Heroes <333333333!!!! Except Claire, who is dumb as a post.
, yeah. I'm tempted to get sucked into the Heroes fandom, but what I REALLY should be doing is homework.
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anyway, i meant to come back to this. i just had to analyze wordle first.
lucy's youth protects her from a number of things. it's not a protection she needs, but it's one she appreciates. she will stay the little sister no matter her age, and if she outlives her brothers and sister then she herself will continue to think of lucy pevensie as the little sister, in honor of them. they don't try to shelter lucy as much as they did the first time she was a child, but some habits never die, especially now that she looks so young again. a half-formed and guileless adolescent. maybe that's why she gets picked on in school, but she knows better than the rest of those girls anyway. show her any one of them who has ever fought in battle, or truly loved someone, or cut through freezing clouds on gryphon-back for the sheer thrill of it.
she knows how soft peter's lips are, how familiar the curves of susan's body, and she likes how edmund has little compunction about leaving bitemarks and scratches on her skin because he knows she would do the same to him. but these are all narnia thoughts and they are all living england lives (except peter -- who knows where his heart goes these days), and everyday lucy remembers a little less. she just knows that whatever she had with her siblings, it wasn't this. wasn't what peter and susan and edmund are doing, not really. they treat it now like a sin, and lucy is fairly sure that, back in narnia, no one feared love. no one feared for love.
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lucy saw, once, susan in the kitchen slicing tomatoes, how peter drifted up behind her, noiseless as ever, slid his arms around her waist and nuzzled her cheek as she smiled. they murmured softly to each other and lucy couldn't make out what from where she was hiding in the hall, could only see susan turn around, trapped between the counter and peter, who leans in for a kiss when their mother squawks from behind lucy, "lu!" and they all three of them jump.
"there you are, my dear!" her mother beams as lucy turns a furious shade of red. "i've mended the seams on your dress. won't you come try it on?"
lucy hurries away from the kitchen doorway, avoiding her siblings' gaze.
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after knowing real friendship, susan will probably hesitate to call anyone in england a friend for the rest of her life, but there are girls she knows and likes, and all of them have brothers or sweethearts or fathers off in the war.
"does he talk to you?" annabelle claremont asks when they're sprawled out in one of the comfortable study nooks at their school.
"hmm?" susan says, looking up from charlemagne.
"your brother. peter. does he talk to you about what he did, you know, over there?" annabelle looks at her with huge blue eyes. her fiance is due back in a month. "all those things he did...aren't you afraid of him?"
i have seen my brother rip the living heart from the chest of another being with his bare hands, susan wants to say. after that, everything else rather pales in comparison. but all she says is, gently, "i don't think i could ever be afraid of peter."
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"it was just a war," peter says blankly when susan presses him. "the tools are different and it's bigger, but it was just a war. i've killed men for money and i've killed men for honor, for glory, for vengeance, for narnia, for myself, and this wasn't any of those. it was just a war."
"the things you did --"
"i've seen folk -- my friends, my enemies, my lovers, my familiy -- burned alive by wildfire. i've seen people ripped apart by griffins, or minotaurs, or by the trees. i've seen the sea rise up and swallow ships whole. i've had men die at the point of my sword and beneath my hands. i've seen the land break in anger and the heavens strike with hail and lightning; i've seen magic work the unimaginable. at my order -- or not. this was just a war, su, and it wasn't even my war, just one i happened to be fighting in. maybe it was bad, but it wasn't my people, wasn't my country. it's just a war. those don't change."