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recs-in-progress: Sherlock!







Intro to fandom vid: the haunting-lovely Anomie (by Charmax)--London, loneliness, and unlikely symmetries.

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Homemaking, by pru, which has probably been recced everywhere, but I like to be thorough. (PG, John POV.)
John's convalescence does not go as planned. Obviously. (Who could plan for Sherlock Holmes?)
Jie Jie (Big Sister), by Voggorlijah. (PG13; post-ep for The Blind Banker.) Nice POV on an character we lost before we could see enough of her, and a wonderful use of mood to match what we did see and make her into a more complete person.
Soo Lin was not her real name, but it is the one she chose; neither is it the name that matters most to her.
It Feels Like Home When I'm With You, by etothepii. (PG, ghost!John, J POV.) Surprisingly funny and believable.
Even death cannot separate John from his gun. Or his flat. Or, apparently, his flatmate.

HET
No Such Thing as In-Between, by igrab. (PG, John/Sarah with implied future John/Sherlock; Sarah POV.)
Sarah will take every minute of John she can get, even if they are only the moments in between his real life: his real work, his real love.
The Art of Scheduling, or How Mycroft Realized He Was Well and Truly Fucked, by igrab. (R, Mycroft/Not!Anthea, M POV.) Adorable, sly, lots of fun. I grinned throughout, especially at Mycroft being so well outplayed.
It's not that Anthea doesn't have a life, or a personality. It's just that Mycroft doesn't know anything about them.

THREESOME
If You Can't Be With the One You Love, by sc010f. (NC17, during and after The Great Game. John/Sarah/Sherlock, Sarah POV.) I did not expect this to work for me, but the air of general desperation and Sarah's sadness and longing and confusion--the way Sarah is swept up into the center of the mad whirlwind that is John and Sherlock's life together, however briefly--and finally her defiant affirmation of life and claiming of pleasure in this one moment really got under my skin. I am predisposed to like Sarah fics; like Donovan, she gets short shrifted and we lose a female perspective in our pursuit of the obvious OTP.
This is not what Sarah had planned for the evening. It is both much, much worse and infinitely better.

SLASH (mostly)
Episode Tags to The Great Game (yes, I think they need their own category.)
Kinkfics (Does Sherlock being a real sociopath count as a kink?)

AUs

Fusions with / adaptations of with Neil Gaiman's A Study in Emerald, which is itself an AU crossover between Doyle and Lovecraft. Read it here. Compelling, beautiful and frightening. I love the sense of lingering, undefined dread and the thrill Our Heroes (and we) feel in their hopeless rebellion against the Old Ones:
Never Look Back, by thedeadparrot, who is fast becoming one of my favourite authors in the fandom. (NC17, Sherlock/John, J POV). John loves the knives as much as he loved his gun, and uses them just as well. He has trained his whole life for this; "thus always to tyrants," amen.
Brightly Burning, by anon: commentfic at the kinkmeme. (PG, J POV.) They must become legend, but John wants the man beside him to know his true name; And Memories and Possibilities (PG, Lestrade POV in the same storyverse). Lestrade is a good servant to the Queen, but there are some things he will never speak of... some things he will never do. Nice cameo by creepy!Anderson and a very sad scene in which Lestrade tries to protect Donovan and the rest of his squad.


ETA: so i will probably never finish this. i stopped reading every single fic when the number on AO3 hit 1k, and stopped scanning when i was sentenced to bedrest (no comfortable way to use the laptop). but, well, it was lovely while it lasted.


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learning to deal

my skin hurts, burning with a slow prickling heat like the nastiest sunburn ever, so that even my clothes (even the softest bamboo knits) and sheets (washed silk as cool to the touch as water) make me writhe in pain. my vision is limned with tiny swirling black and green pixelated patches, and my head aches with the same sick sloshing sensation as my belly. i dislocated my shoulder with my own purse a few days ago, and the joints in my feet feel like live coals are embedded in the marrow of my bones. my sleep is endless and unsatisfying, and i forget about a third of the words i want to use when i speak.

i live on ginger ale and narcotics.

the touch of my beloved's hands makes me whimper more often than not, and not in a good way; i can only walk for thirty minutes before my body fails me and whatever expedition we were on must end in bedrest. sometimes i fear that our life together will be more like patient and caretaker than lovers. i want more for him than i can ever give: the energy of a person in her prime, an outlook full of hope, the ability to be a happy and healthy mother to whatever children may come to us when we open our home to them.

my mind whispers to me that the long downward slope of sickness will take anyone i love with me on its slippery slide; that it is just as bad to be addicted to not being in pain, even for a few hours, as it is to be directly addicted to the meds (junkie, junkie, junkie: sometimes i tell the world to fuck itself and take my pills with a very fine scotch, just to have a moment of pure pleasure); that i do not have the courage to face this, and soon my mind and heart will begin to erode along with my body, losing the ability to think and feel even as i lose the ability to move or speak fully and correctly, leaving me with a range of emotion as limited as my range of motion: bitterness and a wheelchair. is that what i will be in ten years? five?

sometimes i think death would be a kind of mercy, but then something wild and ferocious rears up within me and snarls: i will have my life, such as it is and such as i can make it, i will have it to the last drop--but i fear that lupine voice too because i do not know what i would do (who i would become) to satisfy its hunger. the wanting burns deeper than my skin, deeper than my bones, to carve some kind of victory out of this. i want courage as much as i want healing, maybe more (because honestly, at this point i do not know who i would be if i were well, what i would do with a body that was something more than a junker transporting my mind from situation to situation). god, how i want to be brave. but mostly i am not. stoic is as close as i can usually manage. it could be worse: for most people on the planet, it is. i wish i could transmute my pain and struggle to bear it well into some kind of metaphysical currency to barter for the lives and liberty and happiness of others. offer it up to the baby jesus, they taught me in school. tom mcrae is my answer to that.

and this? somehow this crying in the wilderness of the ether soothes me. someone may hear, someone may know. and for now, just for now, bitching lances the pain, gives me the will to fight back the despair, and lets me see myself in all my ridiculousness. so for now i am ok, i am alive, i am learning to deal.

besides, the cherries are blooming.


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this is not goodbye (not for me)

stories have beginnings and middles and ends, people have births and lives and deaths; and this vid--liquid bird (ensemble), a kind of goodbye from my favourite vidder to my favourite fandom (her "final farewell to the Team and the City that changed them forever")--manages to weave all of these together in a great rhythmic arc: the way the show and the characters and even the city grew and changed, with births and deaths and rebirths and so much life, so many lives (and we only ever saw part of those stories). there is an ambivalence to the music, and to the farewell, that suits the way many of us feel about the final season of the series (or, indeed, about the way the show handled--or rather, failed to handle--issues of gender and especially race throughout its run), and i was glad to feel that acknowledged alongside the affection engendered by the show, because the two were always uncomfortable halves of the whole we both loved and hated. i cannot speak for anyone else, but this is not a goodbye for me: i know that this will always, always, always be my city and its people my people; and tho i find this (and all [info] - personalhollywoodgrrl 's vids) stylistically beautiful, this is the true beauty of the piece: that it makes me feel again in my chest with all the passion i ever have that love and desperate loyalty to this cast of characters who are more profoundly real to me than some people i actual know and who have FINALLY (thankfully) been entrusted to the people who know how to show and tell--to write, and vid, and draw, and speak, and sing--them and their legends well.
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SGA Vid: The Best of the Face of John....

I hadn't realized how much I missed this fandom in the last six months. I have seen every scene a thousand times and each one, in the hands of a skilled vidder (and this is her first!!!), is always so sweetly new: Poker Face ([info] - personalcrysothemis ). A retrospective look, now that canon is closed, at John and his many masks. Bonus points for clever use of Vegas (as the lyrics demand) as well as the classics--he looked so YOUNG in Rising that it's hard to even believe; and the pier scenes will never fail to get me. Enjoy!
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testing, testing: one, two, three (first xpost)

Alright, kids, I have (obviously) made the leap and moved to Dreamwidth, where I am now simply ekaterina . I will be crossposting and keeping the LJ account for friends and fandom comms not migrating, but the majority of my virtual life will be here. There. Whatever. (Galen moment!) So if any of you are settling into journals under different names, please tell me so I can friend you or circle you or whatever the new terminology is! I plan to cut the flist on LJ down to anyone who is not mirrored on DW, and as always every day is defriending amnesty day from my POV as well. See y'all around, and have a great run for the roses tomorrow: mint juleps FTW! And now I am going to fall asleep to the sweet sounds of the awesomely slashy action of Die Hard 4.
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my dystopian future vision, let me show you it.

ok. so this is apparently the season for vids so good that my love for them can only be textually rendered in extreme keysmashing and extended capslock, which i will generously spare you and not even attempt--instead, i will show you the damn vids. which are awesome, but also SCARY AS FUCK, and full of all the things that go bump in the great dark vastness of the interstellar night when we play god with ourselves, each other, and technology.

first (SGA): pegasus makes killers of us all, and no one ever wins.
open secrets of the pegasus galaxy by yevgenie (i have wanted exactly this vid for years.)

second (BSG x SCC): the robots will rule us all, if they don't kill us first. and we might deserve it.
unnatural selection by charmax (i believe this on a very basic level: this is the stuff of my nightmares.)

third (HS, SPN, FF: explicit): hell is other siblings. siblings that are very, very close.
climbing up the walls by obsessive (meta on the incest fixation at last.)

and for the sake of a little levity--or at least less death and destruction--i give you merlin. more specifically, arthur/merlin. it is just so shamelessly sweet and pretty! they (all) are just so silly, and so young, and so very melodramatic: they keep trying to die for one another! in progressively more reckless and idiotic ways! with interludes of snarking and long longing gazes (i know)! and all in this fantastically unmedieval middle ages where everything is clean and there are tomatoes!!! so, my favourite vid in the fandom so far, which is actually suprisingly emo yet utterly lovely.
elemental by fabella (the answer is always no, beloved.)

one of these days i shall (!) post something coherent, and maybe even something nonfannish, but that night is not this night.
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wtf, brain?

My slash goggles are so thick now that I see EIGHTEENTH-CENTURY ENGLISH LANDSCAPE PAINTING (and portraiture) thru them, and suddenly want to write a serious academic paper about Joseph Wright of Derby and his not-so-secret gay love (no, seriously, LOOK AT THIS)!!! I know i need help, but at least I am not the only one who sees it. (right?)
And I would sooo rather see Ray naked.

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XF: Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.

So what if I am ten years late to the party? Mulder / Krycek (*) is everything I love in an antagonistic pairing: shifting loyalties, hidden agendas, uneasy alliances. O, and also hotness. They cannot seem to keep their eyes or their hands from each other, and I can hardly blame them.
I really am having fun working thru The X Files as I convalesce; if nothing else, playing "name that obscure Vancouver actor" is always entertaining. But really, it's the Byzantine plotting of the mytharc--the operatic sprawl of mystery and deceit, the plans within plans and the truths used as lies--that keeps my interest. And Gillian Anderson's achingly gorgeous face (her MOUTH, my God)! Starter recs, anyone? The darker the better.

* Intro to pairing vid is Kinda I Want To by Thandie: clever, to use a song contemporary with the source, and she makes both seem fresh. It's from Mulder's POV--and saying that he only "kinda" wants to looks like a dramatic understatement when you cut it all together like this--but Krycek steals the show with the hungry expression on his face every time he looks at Mulder.... and as much as I love Callum Keith Rennie, which is a LOT, I am so very glad he did not take this role: partly because I really like Nicholas Lea in it (exactly my type), partly because CKR tends to give his villains a kind of feral intensity that does not lend itself to a character who--at least in the beginning--is so completely owned by Cancer Man and the Consortium, and partly because I absolutely adore Ray Kowalski (who might never have come to be in the form we know and love if CKR had been busy with The X Files). Enjoy!
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N3 recs: mostly Dira

I am miserably sick--voiceless, auuugh: even breathing is hard and rattles painfully in my chest, and everything (including my soft as silk bamboo sleepshift) hurts everywhere it brushes against my skin--but what with the coughing and all I cannot sleep, so I thought I might clear some of the recs I have been sitting on since everything went to Hell over the summer, which leads me to Numb3rs.
I semirandomly fell in love (tripped into it, really) with this oddball little show in May, when everything was still peachy and I was looking forward to almost three months of writing on my own schedule. I was watching reruns of the second and third seasons, and really wanted some nice fluffy Charlie / Colby slash, which I quickly found. My favourites (in the "relatively short standalone" category): "Calculus is Easy" by FrostFire, a sweet and funny Colby POV piece; and "Gleam" by Dira Sudis, a sweet and hot Colby POV piece. In keeping with my usual method of wayfinding in new fandoms, I proceeded to read everything Dira (and Frost, and several others) had recced or written for N3; this was just as she began posting her novel length "Missing Persons" (vid to match! Someone You Might Have Been by Merry), so I read that too and could not stop. Now, I did not want to like this fic. It is riddled with things that skirt the edges of my reading boundaries: torture, both physical and psychological; problematic consent; and incest, which I had thought could not be done in character without damaging said characters so thoroughly that I could not bear to read them.... But honestly, escaping into this--something so very dark (so much darker even than the senseless tragedy that was happening all around me) and so very compelling, intensely well written in every sense--gave me something to look forward to in the unhappy days of June and July, and I was (and remain) deeply grateful for that. And in the end, I did like it. In fact, I loved it. It just tore me apart fist, so be sure to keep a safety tab open while you read.

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My podfic, let me show you it!

I MADE SOMETHING!!! *dances*
I recently recorded Saestina's fabulous Dr Who fic "Anamnesis" (which I recced around this time last year)--partly to celebrate my first year in the fandom, but mostly as a way of procrastinating: my grant proposal is due Wednesday, auuugh--and it is now up at General Jinjur's archive (the first of its kind, too). I actually contributed to fandom, y'all! I am insufferably pleased with myself.
Thanks to Saestina, of course, for writing the fic--a lovely bit of bittersweet Ten and Rose (I think of it as gen, or maybe post het, or even--depending on your POV--pre het, timelines being what they are in Who; and after all, this is where love is holding hands, a gesture so rich with meaning here that it makes my throat tight) after Doomsday: almost a requirement for authors in this fandom--and for generously allowing an absolute amateur to record it; and of course to Jinjur, who as it turns out is not only an excellent podficcer herself but also a really nice person, for hosting it (and all the many others at her audiofic hub: a veritable treasurehouse of awesomeness, with awesomesauce on top). So go listen! Feedback is love: fanperson the author--whose other fics can be found here--and / or the reader and / or the host if you enjoy, which I really hope you do.
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