broadcast me a joyful noise

When in doubt, I let my flist make my decisions for me. So you lot are going to pick one of the two Bones epics currently festering away on my hard drive, and I'm going to work on only that one until it's finished, rather than flicking between documents like the flightly little thing that I am. All right then.

( Option #1 - boy with a coin )

( Option #2 - 80% )

[Poll #1113429]

Written for setissma's drabblefest, reposting here. It turned out as more about being cold than about warming up, but we've been having thirty-degree weather here so I'm not exactly in the mood for fires and warm jackets :)

( The girl has an ice-carved look, her features all in sharp shades of blue and white, a cold drowning depth to the shadows and hollows of her face. )

#1 - I am sick of staring at pictures of dissected bodies like you wouldn't believe, and I am waging war on the muscles of the forearm, but anatomy study seems to be going okay.

#2 - I started Rome, which I have had sitting around since approximately forever! Brutus' accent is the funniest thing in the world (it's so very very British Public Schoolboy) and James Purefoy is somehow even hotter as Mark Antony than he was as the Black Prince, but my heart belongs to Vorenus and Pullo and their hilarious domestic badassery. (Apparently a movie exists where Kevin McKidd and James Purefoy play lovers? Considering that I am already having idle aesthetic daydreams about how hot Antony/Vorenus would be, I think I should hunt it down.)

#3 - This article on 'Atheists and Anger' is pretty much everything I've ever wanted to say on the matter, said eloquently and with pictures.

#4 - One of my cousins in England had a son a few months ago, and we've just been sent some photographs.

Mum: So there's Jo and her young man, and there's little Sam Dean.
Me: I'm sorry, what's his name?
Mum: Samuel Dean?
Me: ...*suppresses laughter*

Clearly one day he will grow up and fight evil.

I realise half of my flist is in Chicago and probably having far too much fun to do anything else (although anyone who's at Millicon/with Millifolken and still checking their flist, shout out! Wave your arms!) but fannish glee waits for no man.

- I finally finished watching the first season of Heroes. Um. I have no meta; I never have meta for this show. That said, those of you who have been hiding the Micah/Molly futurefic (I KNOW IT'S OUT THERE SOMEWHERE) can hand it over now.

- Making my way slooowly through SPN S2. I don't want to run out of episodes. Today I watched Roadkill (Tricia Helfer! OMG!) and also ( Heart )

So I'm reading An Experiment in Love by Hilary Mantel, because I long ago stopped resisting Ji's efforts to dictate my literary consumption, and I'm really liking it in a slow, dangerous way. It's kind of like Sylvia Plath invited Jeanette Winterson over for tea and crumpets and girlkissing and instead they ended up hitting each other with sticks.

The only other occurence of note is that I have managed to overcome several inner obstacles such as a deep dislike for the horror genre and the fact that I overidentify with Dean to the point of sheer irritation, and am now hopelessly and pathetically in love with SPN.

If I do end up shipping them I am blaming setissma WHOLLY AND ENTIRELY because she is a sneaky fiend who springs things like Sam-doped-up-on-painkillers and psychic pillowfights upon the unsuspecting reader.

Re: subject line, I will drabble absolutely anything of the artist's choice if anyone chooses to take me up on that offer, and I do mean anything.

*cracks knuckles*

- First of all I want to throw huge amounts of love in the direction of liminalliz, twin of my heart, who made this excellent post on the nature of captivity as a plot device, or Why Kara/Leoben And Hannibal/Clarice Are Awesome But Certain Parts Of The Doctor Who Finale Are Not. I agree with every word she says. Read. Lizzen ALSO sent me an enormous parcel full of wonderful things including a beanie Texan cow and a gorgeous notebook and BOOKS. SO MANY BOOKS. BOOKS ABOUT YELLOW FEVER AND THE BLACK DEATH AND MEDIEVAL WHODUNNITS AND EEEEBOOKS.

- Having reconsidered and actually kind of made the suicidal skip=200 trek through my flist, I have a lot of things tagged as 'to read', so I'll be doing that tonight. Be not alarmed if comments come at you from the blue!

- My ds_shakespeare fic missed deadline, sigh, but thankfully it's a very loose-and-friendly kind of comm and I will attempt to kick the thing into shape this weekend. My problem is that it's not really a fic so much as a series of conversations that take place within the same timeframe, and I can't even cheat and eschew joining scenes like I normally would because that immediately undermines the premise of at least half of them. DAMMIT.

- Re: those Doctor Who S4 casting spoilers, um, I am so hugely and enthusiastically in favour of this development that I am surprising even myself. YAY.

- All right, all right, I cave. Please rec me good (and I mean good - I don't read a whole lot of fic, and I am about as picky as you would imagine given my blatant literary elitism) fic in the fandoms of Heroes and Supernatural. Don't feel shy about pimping your own stuff: I keep you people on my flist for a reason, you know? Any pairing. My mind is very open at this stage.