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Are you sure this week is a danger week?
Yeah. As I was writing to a friend yesterday, we addicts know when to be careful of ourselves, when to keep an eye out for triggers and temptations, when to keep an ear to the door for the cravings that show up unannounced. Times of stress, sure, but also of accomplishment, celebration, transition--such as the end of a school year. It hadn't ( Read more... ) -
Escaping the crazy
So I started this Livejournal a couple of years ago, but was intimidated by the interface and, being new to fandom then, the already-knit community. But the fun I've had on Tumblr is vanishing in a haze of nastiness, so I'm trying to hang out here more. Hm, maybe I should post more fics? I've only put up a couple...
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New Fic: "Gone from the Gentle Battleground"
Summary:
A post-Reichenbach reunion story, about time, and distance, and the way men bond in war. “In war, violence and care could look so much like each other, an uncanny horrific resemblance; sometimes he feared he’d forget the difference.” But also, of course, about finding a way home, and closing the gaps between hurt and care and love. Plus ( Read more... ) -
New Fic: "Playground"
"Sherlock’s surprisingly strong, for all he’s so willowy. But John has a lower center of gravity, so the tussle hovers halfway to the bedroom door. John shakes his head, laughing. 'Dammit, Sherlock. Grow up.' (But he really doesn’t mean it. He doesn’t mean it at all.)"
Begins with pranks and laughing and hilarity. Ends with some very nice fellatio ( Read more... ) -
I seem to have committed an act of slashfic.
In which Sherlock solves one of philosophy’s oldest problems with a bit of self-pleasuring. He’s clever that way.
(This fic owes an awful lot to anarmydoctor, my first best beta. My alpha beta, one might say.) (Yes, I went there.)
The Mind-Body Problem
He’s thinking.
On the sofa, immobile, his body straight and utterly still. Hands palm-to-palm, ( Read more... ) -
"All head and shoulders, like a codfish."
Trying to write some fiction, and it sucks. It's all top-down writing, trying to move from abstract theme and concept to specific description and plot, and failing miserably. I want to write about the action of bodies, but they ain't no body here. As Poe's detective says of a policeman he disdains, "our friend the Prefect is somewhat too cunning to ( Read more... ) -
Undercurrents: Sherlock, Slash Fiction, and the Erotics of Knowledge
Excerpt: “In the story ‘Undercurrents,’ The exchange of intimate attention between Sherlock’s searching gaze and John’s eloquent body represents the erotics of knowledge at its most explicit, powerful, and moving. If there’s any doubt about the literary merits of slash fiction, this story dispels them. If we have any reluctance about taking such ( Read more... ) -
My body's ideas
"The pleasure of the text is that moment when my body pursues its own ideas--for my body does not have the same ideas I do ( Read more... ) -
The Pleasure of the Text
The Pleasure of the Text ( Read more... )
