So, David Tennant, god bless him, continues to provide fannish inspiration. This is an idea that I've been toying with ever since I first watched Broadchurch last year. There are just so many parallels to Blackpool, I've never believed that DT has not realised it. Hence, it made perfect sense to be used for my metafiction/friends-to-lovers fic for the trope bingo challenge.

Title: Lessons Learned - A Best Practice Guide to Broadchurch
Author: Donna Immaculata
Fandom: Blackpool/Broadchurch crossover
Summary: The Blackpool vs. Broadchurch face-off, or: Lessons DI Hardy should have remembered from a previous life. Oh, if only he'd been a time traveller!
Rating: PG-13
Genre: crossover, picspam, meta
Word count: 800
Pic count: 45
Notes: Written for the trope bingo challenge, Round 3, simultaneous double line bingo using the tropes: metafiction and friends to lovers/friends with benefits

Lessons Learned - A Best-Practice Guide to Broadchurch
My second contribution to the [ profile] lupin_snape exchange has been posted. The prompt was:

Not established relationship. R or NC-17. After the death of Dumbledore, R searches for S and for answers. He finds him in hiding and they argue, perhaps even fight, but end up in bed. Tenderness, not hate sex, comforting of mutual pain. In the morning, they must go their separate ways. Tone: bittersweet

A straightforward, old-fashioned hurt/comfort fic:

Title: But the Loom of Life Never Stops
Author: Donna Immaculata
Summary: After the death of Dumbledore, Remus tracks down Severus in hiding.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: angst, hurt/comfort
Word count: 8781
Notes: Title lifted from Henry Ward Beecher's Life Thoughts: "We sleep, but the loom of life never stops; and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up tomorrow."

But the Loom of Life Never Stops

My Remus, btw, has always looked like this - looong before David Tennant entered our lives and made them brighter:

Single Father 1x02[(023726)16-00-52]

Very thin, with a thin face and good hair that falls into his eyes (canon!), in his late 30s and not too old looking, definitely no moustache. No scars, either, because Harry would have commented on them. I will never forgive the films for what they did to Remus. David Tennant in the scene pictured above made me instantly think of Remus Lupin; there's a certain loneliness and melancholia that fits him well.
Okay, so I'm the first to admit that I've fallen out of love with Doctor Who. I still watch it, but it's on a rather meh basis.

But: I did watch The Day of the Doctor (and am meh about it):

a) I, um, didn't understand the central conflict: I mean the reason why the Doctor in the time window between Eight and Nine did what he did was because he wanted to annihilate the Daleks and put an end to the war and the killing once and for all, right?

But Ten and Eleven knew that the Daleks would be back at least once per season. So... why not mention it casually at some point? Did it not occur to anyone that this might be an argument worth considering under the circumstances? Certainly a better argument than having Rose and Clara* whine wide-eyededly to think about the children.

b) I miss David Tennant. He was so hawt as the Doctor, it's unreal. I never knew how much I missed him until I watched him being delightful in Day of the Doctor. Shame one of his seasons was wasted on him being unbearable with Rose and another on him being horrible to Martha. I will have to rewatch the Catherine Tate series, she was a good companion.

c) I am looking forward to Peter Capaldi. I never realised how little I care about Matt Smith's Doctor until I saw him in company with the others. I hope Peter Capaldi will bring back some of my old love for the Doctor, he's usually very good at making me love him in anything he does. He's very talented like that.

*I don't see the point of Clara. I know many people like her, but she's so... wide-eyed and cute. And good with children. And... that's it. Once upon a time, her special skill was "being good with computers", but that hasn't been mentioned lately.
So, the posting challenge that has been going around has finally inspired me to make a post with fannish contents. This makes me very proud (I'm easily pleased).

Over a month ago, I finally read JK Rowling's The Casual Vacancy. (I actually wanted to make a post about it straightaway, but... yeah.)

How had nobody pointed out to me how good it is? I loved it, deeply and passionately. It is precisely my kind of book. Despite my love for the Discworld novels and Harry Potter, I have never considered myself a fan of the fantasy genre. I like novels in which nothing of any earth-shattering relevance happens, that dissect the lives of ordinary people, provide a social commentary of close-knit (and narrow-minded) communities, where everybody is self-righteous and prejudiced and in some way or another a horrible human being. I started reading The Casual Vacancy with no expectations whatsoever, tore through it in the space of three days, and then listened to the audiobook that for some miraculous reason is available on YouTube. It's probably my favourite of all the books that I've read this year (50+). (The runner-up would be World War Z, which is the exact opposite, genre-wise.) I am very much looking forward to the BBC adaptation, because if done right, it has the potential to be absolutely fabulous.

The month of August has so far been dedicated to reading Dorothy L. Sayers' Lord Peter Wimsey novels. I've never read them before and thought it's about time to rectify this.

How has there been no adaptation lately? They adapt just about anything, and surely, Lord Peter Wimsey has all the necessary ingredients to appeal to today's audiences: a mind-blowingly attractive* detective who is also an aristocrat, an athlete and a scholar, has an angsty past and a vaguely homoerotic relationship with his gentleman's gentleman. The Lord Peter/Bunter hurt/comfort scenes alone would bring fandom to its knees.

Plus, they could cast David Tennant, if he can do the posh accent.

*Dorothy Sayers goes out of her way to point out that he had "no pretentions to good looks", but we know how well that works out, don't we, Professor Snape?
So, I forgave Joseph Gordon-Levitt for his unfortunate resemblance to my cousin and decided to renew my acquaintance with him by rewatching some of his older films. He had helped me to sit through the 50+ hours of Inception, after all.

Plus, there's that:

Over the years, I had seen Joseph Gordon-Levitt in: Brick, The Lookout and 500 Days of Summer. I have now added Mysterious Skin to the list. I have always vaguely liked him (well, he is dark-haired, dark-eyed and skinny, that's always a plus in my books), and I now realised that I might have liked him, because he is very good at being disturbed, intense, desperate and confused without crying. In all the above films, he plays characters who suffer from some major trauma or other, and he hardly ever conveys emotions by crying. He does it by acting. He's very good at freezing his expression so that you just know when realisation and/or pain hit him. And I really, really appreciate that, because I have been getting sick of all those men crying all the time to show that they hurt. - Yes, I'm looking at you, John Simm. David Tennant, delightful as he is, overuses the crying, too. I realise this is the new millennium and men are allowed and positively encouraged to be emotional, but really. There is nothing wrong with some self-control.

Of course, this is probably me being misandrous and emotionally stunted (which I wouldn't quite rule out), but there you go. As a member of the crying-encouraging society, I feel like Rachel Green must have felt in that Friends episode where she dates Bruce Willis and encourages him to show emotions and share his pain, and then he just won't stop whining and weeping.
I should be writing my HP Beholder fic, but the muses aren’t cooperating (someone poke me with a pointy stick), and so I decided to make a picspam instead that is most relevant to my interests.

So. This picspam is brought to you by the fact that I watched Being Human last week and then checked out Desperate Romantics and, despite not being sold on either, I am so sold on Aidan Turner. He is much better than the shows he appears in. (A trait that he shares with Richard Armitage, who has the most lamentable taste in scripts. Oh, the crap I’ve waded through to catch a glimpse of teh Armitage’s bare abs!) But he is young and there’s still hope.

Moreover, [ profile] suzanne_taylor and I reminisced about our television viewing habits in the 1980s/1990s, and the name “Remington Steele” might just have been mentioned. Come to think of it, the mentioning might have been done by me.

Anyway. There is a strong theme there that is worth being illustrated: throughout the ages, I have always shown a strong preference for tall, dark-haired, skinny men (and women, too), and this is what this picspam is all about.

Let’s start with Remington Steele.

Remington Steele )

Agent Cooper )

Would you believe that I’ve never seen Twin Peaks? When it was running back then, in the 90s, I didn’t realise until the third or fourth week that it was worth watching, and then it was too late to join in, because I had missed the beginning. I wanted to watch it entirely unspoiled, starting with the first episode. I’ve had it on DVD for ages now, but, somehow, other, ah, interests always get in the way.

Lara Flynn Boyle )

Linda Fiorentino )

Michelle Gomez )

Johnny Depp )

Keanu Reeves )

Okay, fast-forward a decade or so. Suddenly, there was David Tennant.

David Tennant )

Then there’s Richard Armitage. I’m very conflicted.

Richard Armitage )

Let’s talk about Jane Austen for a moment here. Her heroes don’t really do it for me, but her villains do. And I can’t forgive the BBC for the horrible casting of Mr Wickham in the otherwise excellent miniseries.

Tom Riley )

Ben Barnes )

Rick Mora )

And finally, the man who inspired this whole post.

Aidan Turner )

Next time, I might talk about my love for red hair and freckles. Pictorial evidence including Ewan McGregor and Julianne Moore.
The two items in the subject line are unrelated. But: I've finally watched HBP and have remained quite unimpressed. So unimpressed, in fact, that all I've got to say doesn't even merit a spoiler cut: Tom Felton looked as though he came from a different - and much better - film, which would have been much more interesting to watch. The rest? A random sequence of scenes that didn't make much sense to anyone who hasn't read the books* and that the film makers apparently wanted to see on screen.

I have also watched "Torchwood - Children of Earth" and was rather more impressed. So this is what Torchwood could have been like from the very start, had they focused on thrill and drama rather than on fooling around with silly CGI monsters and innuendo in every other episode. Also, I crushed mightily on John Frobisher from start to finish, and since I already crushed on the actor in "In the Loop", I've got to seriously wonder where my weird Scots fetish comes from: David Tennant, James McAvoy, Ewan McGregor are all a given, and now there's also Peter Capaldi; and of course the ladies: Michelle Gomez, the ever-fabulous Kelly Macdonald, and, as I've recently watched "This Life", the just as fabulous Daniela Nardini. It's not primarily the accent, because I was indifferent to the Scottish accent until I started to realise that, whenever a Scot is part of the cast, he or she soon becomes my favourite character. Hmm...

*I saw the film with a friend who read the book when it was released, but she's so not a fan that she didn't even remember who the Half-Blood Prince was, so she served as my point of reference.
Seeing as a big part of my data (shows! films!) might be lost, I need something to cheer self up. Fortunately, I made some caps before my disk died, which I can now use to discuss a deeply disturbing fetish:

Anyone who's followed this LJ for a little while might have noticed that I use it primary to talk about my crushes on fictional characters. And apparently, in many instances what gets me crushing is period clothing. - Give the man a cravat and boots, and I'm his.

Case in point )



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