Persuaders!Entry
OMG MEN IN KILTS ARE TEH SECKS.
"Brett, just admit we're lost."
"We are not lost. We're in Scotland. Just let me look at my map..."
KNEE PORN! And Brett still has his *wand* <33!
They're *partners*. They're *very close*.
Kiss me, you fool!
ZOMG Pretty!
They walk like this all the time it is so cute!
I am still on my neverending quest for a Persuaders song for a vid. I've downloaded and listened to so many songs, and I swear, I'm getting millions of vidbunnies by the *second* it's *ridiculous* for EVERY OTHER FANDOM IN THE WORLD, even ones I don't watch! But for Persuaders? Nothing. ::sigh::
So it was really boring one day at school and I wrote some fic. Here it is, unbetaed, unBritpicked:
The Next Generation
"I wanted to go to the zoo today." Violetta savagely kicked the curb with all the frustration a six-year-old could muster and dragged on her Daddy's hand.
"Precious." Daddy tried to tug her onwards. "Precious, we'll go to the zoo another time, I promise. Now come on, be good for Daddy, huh?"
Violetta didn't see why she should be good for Daddy when he wouldn't even take her to see the penguins. The penguins! "I want to see the penguins!" she wailed, dragging backwards with renewed desperation. Daddy sighed and picked her up. She wasn't a baby! She was becoming quite cross with Daddy. And now they would never get to the zoo. She started crying--more noise than tears, but certainly enough to broadcast her displeasure to the entire neighborhood.
"I promise, I promise, next week I promise, calm down Vi, precious, ferchrissakes," Daddy said as he carried her away.
By the time Violetta stopped crying long enough to take notice of her surroundings again, she saw that she and Daddy were being driven up the lane to home. Daddy started singing "Greensleeves" as he sometimes did to distract her, and she hit him to make him stop, but she was giggling now and hardly remembered the penguins. She saw Richard and Papa doing something interesting with a small ball near the house.
"I really should have a cricket pitch put in over there," Papa was saying as Daddy lifted her out of the car. "Surely we don't need quite so much barley. What do you think, Richard?"
Richard, being two, only clapped his hands and raised them, saying, "Ball!"
"Yes, ball, very good, Richard," Papa commented absent-mindedly as he threw the ball in Richard's direction. "Have I told you about your great-great-great-grandfather, the Indian Cricket King?" Richard squealed and tried to eat the ball. Papa looked pleased. "Well that settles it then. A cricket pitch in the North Field."
"Really Brett, don't you think he's a little young for that?" Daddy set Violetta down and she ran over to Richard.
"You wouldn't say that if it were a baseball pitch," Papa replied as Violetta snatched the ball out of Richard's pudgy fingers and started throwing it up into the air.
Daddy looked pained. "It's diamond, baseball diamond, as you very well know, and of course I wouldn't say no to a baseball diamond! Baseball is a real sport, a man's sport, right Richie?"
Richard had lost interest in the ball and had started trying to eat the grass. "Look at that. See what cricket does to young minds. What a shame."
"Whatever are you talking about, Daniel? You know that Richard always tries to swallow whatever is in front of him, up to and including his own body parts."
"It is a phase right? Tell me it's a phase. Because I don't think I can deal with taking him to the hospital to get his stomach pumped again after the Hair Dye Incident. I swear, from the looks the nurses were giving me, they seemed to think that you were using your lordliness to get away with performing scientific experiments on children."
"Well if you hadn't been so vain as to need the hairdye--what was wrong with your gray streaks in any case? I found them quite appealing."
"Yeah, appealing when they were streaks, not when they were turning my head into a giant gray fuzzball."
Daddy ruffled his dark hair with his hand ruefully as Violetta threw the ball up into the sky as high as she could. She reached up her hands to catch it again, but, blinded by the sun overhead, she couldn't see the ball as it came back down again and smacked her in the forehead. She sat down hard and burst into aggrieved tears. This wasn't supposed to happen to her! Papa and Daddy made soothing noises while trying to pry her hands away from her forehead. Daddy picked her up and took her into the house, Papa following with Richard who still had some stray blades of grass sticking to his face.
"You see what an evil game cricket is, Princess?" Daddy said as he sat Violetta on the counter and applied some ice in a towel to her forehead. "It only hurts small children."
Papa took hold of Daddy's wrist and lifted the ice to peer at her forehead for a second before he made a satisfied noise and replaced it again. Quickly stroking her hair, he turned to Daddy, saying, "And I suppose you American children never got injured while playing stick-ball on the city streets?"
"Well--yeah, but not the girls anyway!"
Richard, still clinging to Papa's hip, reached up with one grubby hand and patted Papa's face forcefully, rather ruining his sardonic expression. "Regardless, the next Earl of Marnock must know how to play cricket."
"And I'm sure he'll learn how at all those fancy schools you've got planned for him." Daddy echoed Richard's gesture with one hand while still holding the ice pack to Violetta's forehead with the other.
"Well, at Eton, of course, to start with, all the Sinclairs went to Eton. And then I suppose Cambridge or Oxford, depending on his interests... But that's not the point. He should know how to play before he goes to school--think of the family reputation!"
"Now that's the stupidest thing I ever heard. Who ever heard of a two-year-old earl--"
"Viscount, unless you're wishing me an early death Daniel--"
"--cricket star? Can you believe him, Richie?"
Richard was rather too busy patting his own face to try and grasp the blades of grass stuck to it to answer.
Daddy huffed a sigh and checked Violetta's forehead. The ice was getting too cold and her forehead didn't really hurt anymore, so she pushed the icepack away.
"I want to play, Papa." The ball was still as fascinating as it was treacherous.
"Yes, Violetta?"
"I want to play the ball!"
Daddy grinned and lifted her down off the counter. "Just what you wanted, Brett, a budding cricket star. That's right, Vi, get right back on that horse, stiff upper lip and all that, there's the spirit!" He pushed her toward Papa.
She tugged on Papa's cufflink. Daddy continued, "Well, should I tell them to hold dinner while you train the next generation? After all, think of the family name!"
Papa handed a clinging Richard over to Daddy. "Just for that, you get to clean him up. Did you forget that it's Mrs. Jenkins' day off today?"
"No Nanny." Daddy paused. "Oh, well--you two have fun! We have a naval engagement to oversee, don't we Richie?" He hitched Richie's swinging legs up onto his hip exuberantly. "Now where were we last time? Midway, that's right! ...Where is your towel?"
END OF SCHMOOPY CURTAINFIC
Random fact: Colin Mochrie, of Whose Line? fame, was born in Kilmarnock (Brett's earldom). ::is dorktastically pleased::
The Highlander cartoons here, here and here are so freaking hilarious I can't imagine why I haven't seen them before. The other multi-fandom and Stargate cartoons here are also fracking funny, and the actor calendars are, um, hawt and adorkable. ::licks Peter Wingfield::
Okay, it's official. The Sentinel fandom SUCKS at pimping! Is this some kind of Sentinel hazing ritual? The sekrit episode download page that no one even in the Sentinel lj communities talks about or has a link to or gah. I still need seasons 3 and 4 though. I wonder if these downloads rotate...
Someone answered my plea for a good cam of Serenity, except the sound cuts in and out annoyingly at the end. It struck me on this rewatch that Wash is the Xander character of Firefly. And since Xander is the Joss of Buffy, that means that when Joss killed Wash, he killed himself. Kinda strange. And harsh. Firefly just won't be as light-hearted without the "normal guy" to offer contrast and perspective and wisecracks to all these intense violent larger-than-life characters.
I've been reading some Jump Street fic, and I have to say, although at least there's a lot of ::coughbadlywrittencough:: Doug/Tommy, the fic in general is pretty scarce and juvenile. Not as bad as Newsies fic, but still. I was only looking for someone to write my Newsies OTP of Spot Collins/older!Les. But all I got was a bunch of Mary Sues. ::criez:: And SeaQuest! Small fandoms have no love for my OTPs. There was like *one* Miguel/Lucas story, and all the others had Lucas fucking the entire rest of the male crew, sometimes all at once, or else in starry-eyed love with more Mary Sues. Blarg.
Um, I did *not* know that Peter DeLuise and Stella Kowalski were married. That makes the Jump Street/Due South crossover just waiting to be written practically canon doesn't it? ::brain hurts::
Haha, I wanna watch this movie now.
I love that these conversations happen in my life:
glaphix: there seems to be more pretty women than pretty men
glaphix: he [John] might have good chances [to be a player with the English laydees]
fenlings: hmm
fenlings: haha well women take more care to make themselves pretty
glaphix: is it because pretty men are whores?
fenlings: OMG NO
fenlings: LOL
glaphix: no? I thought Jude Law proved that.
Geez, I guess it's good John's not pretty then.
onlymesmerized: duuuuuuuuuuuuude
onlymesmerized: have you read Mummy slash
fenlings: um
fenlings: no
fenlings: ::iz scared::
onlymesmerized: no. no really
fenlings: and omg that is such a funny sentence
fenlings: i havent seen teh movies
onlymesmerized: it's that skinny English guy and um the Arabian prince guard
onlymesmerized: oh they're hot
onlymesmerized: lemme see
onlymesmerized: I think they were featured on crack van
fenlings: lol
onlymesmerized: um um
onlymesmerized: hold on
I have not yet sunk to the depths of Mummy slash, though I *am* now tempted to watch the movies.
Next up: I've been rewatching The Others lately, and have started writing my OT3. Yay.
(Um, speaking of psychic sex, anyone have any good Spock angst they wanna rec me? I've been jonesing for it lately. Academy!Spock or alienatedonVulcan!Spock or even alienatedinStarfleet!Spock. Or uh, *teenage!Spock*. I swear, when Kirk finds the reborn Spock and *touches* him--gawd teenage Spock is beautiful--and carries him away, that is like, the single hottest moment in all of the Star Trek movies.)