so many fandoms

I *know* I have a better version of this somewhere, but dipped if I can find it.

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The fucking Sherlock fandom is KILLING me.

I don’t know if you remember the huge amount of fun that my discovery of “Alone on the Water” was, but here you go.

I came across a parent!lock fan fic that absolutely broke my fucking heart into pieces, put them back together and then broke it again. It’s called “Where I Cannot Find You” and I’ve downloaded the PDF from Ao3, so that I can add it to my list o’ “Shit That Can Make Me Cry When I Need To Whether I Want To Or Not”.  (Yes, I have a PDF copy of “Alone on the Water”, too. What can I say? I’m a sucker for a good - forced - cry every one in a while. It does what the drugs can’t.)

I’m flabbergasted with it’s brilliance. With it’s ending. With everything.

I read shit like this and it makes me feel like such a hack.

Definitely not how I needed to end tonight.

*sigh*

It took me forever to get into Eleven, and once I started to love him… *poof* Two more episodes and it’s time for a new regeneration.

So much for being on series 8. So much for being under contract thru 2014.

I’m loving all the guessing as to who will become Twelve but the Cumberbabe should not even be considered.

NO. JUST. NO.

I don’t care that Moftiss work(s?) on Who. The ‘babe belongs on Sherlock, and for more than just series three.

Kind of related:

My friend has been living under a rock for the past few years and is just now finally watching the Harry Potter movies. (He’s read the books, at least, so that’s something…) I kind of like his FB statuses about seeing the movies for the first time. It reminds me of getting into Doctor Who, and Sherlock, The Hunger Games and, well, basically every fandom I’m a part of on tumblr. Watching the new kids join Teh Crazy, becoming one of the new kids… It’s a rite of passage almost and I’m glad I’m a part of it. I mean,  it’s kind of awesome, really. I suppose it’s what parents feel when they watch their kids exploring the world for the first time. 

Instead of prepping for tomorrow’s phone screen, I’m writing fan fic. Cabin Pressure this time.

What can I say? I’ve decided I like playing in other people’s sandboxes.

OK. Let’s recap:

1) Politcal group: NO

2) Tax software group: NO, NO, NO, NO (Dog bless that guy, he kept throwing positions at me all day. Unfortunately, they were all bad fits. *sigh)

3) Widget maker: guaranteed 2nd interview

4) Hotel: first interview on phone on the way back from the widget place turned into 2nd interview tomorrow

That was today… doesn’t even take into account the guaranteed 2nd interview from Wednesday’s meeting with the place that does the thing.

The best part, is that all 3 positions I have 2nds for need to hire ASAP.

I’ve never been in the position where I get to choose from multiple places all at the same time…

Damn. It feels good.

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OK. I have to fan girl. Sorry!

Someone asked me why I was so laser focused on Benedistraction Cutiepatch. He’s not necessarily “hot”, although I do find him easy on the eyes… but the more I dig into his work, the more his talent blows me away. And let’s not even bring up his personality! The more interviews, etc., I see with him, the more I’m convinced that he’s a five year old in a 36 year old’s body. (C’mon! That adorkable man is hard to NOT love.)

Atonement, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, The Other Boleyn Girl - all period dramas, smaller parts, but he’s very good.

Star Trek Into Darkness - he plays the bad boy extremely well

Sherlock - the purple shirt of sex MUST be mentioned, but the way he brings Sherlock to life… you can see character growth there over the two series.

Neverwhere - radio show based on a Gaiman story, his voice! The amount of creepy that he pulls off as the angel Islington is enough to give me the heebie-jeebies. And he did it without any vocal effects.

Cabin Pressure - also a radio show, his comedic timing and the way he brings his character to life… I haven’t seen actors who can pull off the range of emotion he can in a simple sentence.

The man is pure talent with a voice that… mmmm… and well, the rest of the package ain’t so bad neither.

OK. Fan girling over… time to research for tomorrow’s interview.

OK… this one is all R2D2’s fault. (Yeah, it’s growing on me.)

I *should* be researching/prepping for my two interviews tomorrow. But instead, I’m reading copious amounts of “Cabin Pressure” fan fic. (Research!!! Honest.)

R2’s reaction to proofreading my Johnlock fan fic has really brought on a huge happy which is diminishing the fear of making a bad job mistake:
I will be honest I haven’t finished it, but I think you are fooling yourself. You have the enthusiasm, more than I do that’s for certain, and the chops, you just need a little refining, and maybe a little more focus. Just constructive criticism. If writing is your passion, (which from what I read it clearly is) then what the eff are you waiting for? An invitation? Nobody’s going to give you one. In this business you have to go out and take it.

The problem with reading CP fan fic is that Martin’s character is such a sad sack that it’s really hard to make him even more pathetic. However, head canon within the fandom is FULL of different versions of Martin!Whump (those two words can be combined in any order, I guess, but at the end of the day, whump is whump). I guess he needs a ridiculous amount of whump in his life to make Marlas so believable? I don’t know… I’m having the same problems with Marlas as I do with certain versions of Johnlock head canon. But even Marthur drives me up the wall.  I get that Martin needs to be rescued - from himself, from life in general - but there’s no need to take such a pathetic person and have to give him such an appalling back story, no matter who comes to rescue him.

The other thing that REALLY bothers me is Cabinlock (Sherlock/Cabin Pressure). Honestly, I can handle the thought of wincest better than I can handle thinking about Cabinlock. The idea of Martin (gingerbatch) getting it on with Sherlock (brunettebatch) is… what was the word I used earlier? Squitchy. Yeah. Squitchy times a billion infinities.

I guess since the muse gave me a great idea in the shower this morning, I’m going to start writing it… but I’m going to have to charge off in my own direction again. Sometimes, I’m a little surprised by my fellow fans, and I really didn’t think there was anything left that could surprise me…

The Doctor: Between you and me, in a hundred words, where do you think Van Gogh rates in the history of art?

Curator: Well… um… big question, but, to me Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly the most popular, great painter of all time. The most beloved, his command of colour most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world, no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.

I haven’t seen this episode in a while, and these quotes still deliver a hard kick right in the feels.

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For once, J gave me constructive criticism on something creative I’ve done.

Which means, there’s going to be some revisions to ye ol’ JohnLock fan fic before it goes on to my proofreader…