okay, i don't watch heroes anymore, really. but i've sort of been keeping up with spoilers, so i know generally what's going on, and evidently it's been getting good again, so that's good, whatever. but really? come on.

( spoilers for season finale of heroes. )

so hey, sup.

In a desperate attempt to avoid doing work (I have a Faulkner paper to write, and a Physics midterm next week), I figured I'd update my LJ.

Like everyone else in fandom, but no one that I can tell in real life, I've gotten into Merlin. I've found, after years of reading fanfiction (I probably started reading fanfiction around ten years ago now -- I started early), that for me, it's often not the episodes or the book that's necessarily what keeps me interested in the series or whatever, but the fanfiction. Merlin, for some reason or another, has this ability to inspire some amazing fanfiction in some really awesome authors, some of whom I've loved in other fandoms. There's really no need to rec her, but astolat's recent fic, The Crown of the Summer Court is an excellent example of why I enjoy reading in the Merlin fandom so much. Also, Merlin has the added bonus already messing with the premise of Merlin and Arthur's relationship, bringing from a mentor/student relationship to a friendship, so that messing with Arthurian lore (in ways which still fit with the characters) is acceptable, and can be done very well. Also, Merlin is able to hit one of my favorite fandom plots, which is that of reincarnation in a modern setting. It doesn't always succeed, but sometimes, it can be done very well. And the AUs in this fandom are amazing -- I point you toward rageprufrock's Drastically Redefining Protocol, in which Arthur is the Crown Prince of Britain and Merlin is a medical student and there's a Vanity Fair article at the end.

Also, if for some reason, you felt the need to read lots of Merlin fanfiction, I have my favorites linked here, sorted by rating, pairing (spoiler alert, it's all Merlin/Arthur) and sometimes by genre, such as future fic and AU.

In real life, I'm a third year undergraduate at a state university, racking my brain desperately, trying to figure out whether I want to be a dentist or a doctor or an amoeba for a living. It's fun times.

How're you all?

I am so proud of my home state of Virginia. I'm sitting in my dorm room listening to the hollers of joy and car horns going off for Barack Obama. It's a good day to be an American citizen.

God knows why I still love this show, and why I feel the need to write a reaction post defending (yes, defending it) instead of writing a paper on the authentic Walt Whitman... But here goes.

( Spoilers for Heroes 3x05. )

So Gale Harold's gonna be a desperate housewife's man. That's cool and all. See what Kristin (of E!Online) has to say here, and laugh at the absurdity!

Non-plot related spoilers behind the cut. ( SPOILERZ. )

OH NO YOU DIDN'T.

( Heroes 2x11 Reactions, omg. )

( Reaction to Heroes 2x03: Kindred. )

Note to self: You are really busy this week. Do not write Petrellicest fanfic.

I literally have not written fanfiction in about two or three years, because there's so much out there that's far better than anything I could write, and frankly, there's been nothing really inspiring to me since those far off Queer as Folk days...

Until last week, when the second season of Heroes premiered, and the Peter/Nathan angst was literally coming out of the television, slapping me in the face, and saying, 'The brotherly incestuous love calls you!' There was valiant resistance on my part, but trolling around for some pretty fantastic Peter/Nathan fic doesn't help my odd attraction to the bearded, drunken angst any.

So yeah. Does anyone have something to recommend to me from this fandom? Preferably of the ridiculously touchy-feely-kissy-brotherly variety?

Random sidenote for those who are still QaF-ily inclined: I've got an acquaintance who is a lighting/general technical directing intern at this Berkshire Theatre Festival thingy, which I hear is where Randy Harrison has set down his roots and made baby trees or whatever. The acquaintance is unfortunately too distant for me to ambush him with threats and promises of money if he were to procure for me an article of Randy Harrison's clothing. But dang it, I really want to get me some Randy underpants.

Not that anything's set up yet, or that I'll ever be more than a sporadic poster, but I'm windtossed on IJ and GJ, and marleneash on JournalFen. Head on over, friend away.

I will continue checking my flist on LJ every day, just as I always have done, but I can't help but feel insecure here on LJ, especially with the latest post on lj_biz. All my fiction on this journal will remain unlocked, because Justin was a spunky little seventeen year old, and he turned eighteen soon enough anyway.

This is a placeholder for a longer entry about the last book in the Harry Potter series.

In other news, summer vacation is boring and filled with summer-y sun and beaches and boyfriends and other such things, and therefore, all is as it should be. How's everyone?

I believe in gay rights. I don't need to copy-paste a quote and a thinly-veiled accusation in order to prove it.

Also, long time no see, people.

So I haven't updated in about... two months. I apologize, but honestly, I've done nothing of note for those three months. But Happy Valentine's Day, here's hoping all the flist members had a good one!

Now, on to what counts. ( Those silly ice skating men who're prettier than I am. Spoilers for the Men's Figure Skating short program. )

More later if I feel like it. Ugh, Olympic games are so addictive.

A VERY happy birthday wish to bea_nonymous, because she is fabulous and wonderful. And needs to write fic much more often than she does.

A very happy birthday wish to mojokid, aka mojoface. I have been very neglectful this year and did not write you a present involving Without a Trace or whatever other crazy television series you watch (perhaps involving gay men), but I'm sure you're glad you won't have to plod through my nasty prose anyway. Mwah! Happy birthday!

So I was sitting here reading my friendslist when I realized that I hadn't updated for more than a month. Honestly, I'm not sure that anyone really noticed, but just in case anyone cares, I am announcing that I haven't been run over by a bus or anything like that. School has started though, and I have just about no time to do anything, much less fandomy activities, between essays and calculusomghate. Though there is this very adorable guy in my class, so the horribleness is alleviated by my staring at him for two thirds of the time.

But just so you know, I still read my flist! It is fantabulous. I love you all. :D

So what's everyone being for Halloween? I think I'm throwing on a skirt and a cape and saying that I'm a bohemian, or whatever it is in French. Bohémienne, I think, -ne because I'm female. Ooh, maybe I'll have a rope around my neck and say I'm a Salem Witch Trial victim. That could be fun.

Finally, thank you so much to shape5 who gave me paid time and paid icons. We need to taaalk.

Stolen from like, everyone on the planet. Yay, poetry.

"On the Beach at Night" by Walt Whitman

On the beach at night,
Stands a child with her father,
Watching the east, the autumn sky.

Up through the darkness,
While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading,
Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky,
Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east,
Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter,
And nigh at hand, only a very little above,
Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades.

From the beach the child holding the hand of her father,
Those burial-clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all,
Watching, silently weeps.

Weep not, child,
Weep not, my darling,
With these kisses let me remove your tears,
The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious,
They shall not long possess the sky, they devour the stars only in apparition,
Jupiter shall emerge, be patient, watch again another night, the Pleiades shall emerge,
They are immortal, all those stars both silvery and golden shall shine out again,
The great stars and the little ones shall shine out again, they endure,
The vast immortal suns and the long-enduring pensive moons shall again shine.

Then dearest child mournest thou only for Jupiter?
Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars?

Something there is,
(With my lips soothing thee, adding I whisper,
I give thee the first suggestion, the problem and indirection,)
Something there is more immortal even than the stars,
(Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing away,)
Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter
Longer than sun or any revolving satellite,
Or the radiant sisters the Pleiades.

I miss me some Mojoface. Mojoface, plz come back as soon as possible!

Skool sucks. I hates it, and all the work that comes with it.

Tired. Essay to do. Any and all fanfiction currently on backburner. Can't wait for weekend, and it's only Monday. Oh, and I probably should have changed my icons around before my paid account ran out, huh? Yeah. Though I have two 122 icons, which probably says something about how silly and hopeless romantic-y I am.

So, it seems that today is the wonderful shape5's birthday! Weeell, so what is it that I have in my magical bag of goodies? (Plz do not comment on the wrongness of that last sentence, I am well aware.) It seems to be some fic. Huh, how'd that happen?

Thanks so much to bea_nonymous for the beta, and punkpoet for the read-through.

( (Tentatively titled) And I Will Follow. )