delga: ([the hour] the eye & the storm.)

Fuck me, I always luck out in Yuletide.

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Small Truths (The Hour)

She’s a photojournalist at heart. It used to be a shutter click and the thing was set to memory forever, preserved in its unyielding black and white. No snapshots now, or anything to keep hold of.

ALL THE LIX STORM \o/

It's Lix and co in the aftermath of the finale, everyone equal parts furious and hurt, and Lix pulling herself up by the proverbials and carrying on. I have read this over and over again, and each time I find something new in it. That crushing feeling of having thought she'd known Clarence; that slight bitterness towards Bel and Freddie and their youthful inconstancy; the physical act of casting off excess, because, of course, Lix only keeps the things she needs, and she leaves so much behind. GOSH. IT IS SO GOOD. I want to read everything in Lix's droll tone. I am ridiculously lucky.

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The Siege of Tobruk (Spooks/The Hour)

In the intermittent light from outside, he could see she had a camera in both hands. British journalists, the only part of the war worse than the cliche. Zaf wanted to laugh.

Someone wrote this for me as part of Yuletide Madness and I am sort of gobsmacked by how many of my buttons it pushes in such a small space. Zafar and Lix meet during the war, neither one of them quite whole, but neither one of them with the inclination to leave. GOODNESS. HOW DO I TALK ABOUT THIS? I can't. It's too brilliant. You have to read it. If you know anything about either character, you will love this. If you know them both, YOU MIGHT COMBUST. Fair warning.

delga: ([spooks] taking aim at the future.)

Did you ever want to read 25k of Dimitri/Tariq fic? Great. Have at it.

delga: ([spooks] spygran is a spy.)

GUYS.

GUYS.

GUYS.

WHAT IS THIS?

WHAT IS THIS?

delga: ([spooks] know it's me for I cannot sleep)

In honour of my having FINALLY finished not only writing but typing up The Fic, please have another tidbit. This is now with my beta so it will be up in full for you to read by New Year. It's 25k in total (!?!?!?!?!?), so give my beta a chance to mow through it, yeah?

fic extract: Dimitri/Tariq. )


Earlier this week I went to see We Need to Talk About Kevin. It's masterfully put together, and the cast was brilliant (SWINTON \o/), but, fuck me, it's miserable. Also, I went with co-workers. Um. Interesting.

delga: ([Random] qué?)

Meme responses to questions asked by [livejournal.com profile] belantana!

01. A fight to the death: giraffes or llamas?

I think llamas would win by default. Those are some frisky buggers, whereas giraffes are sort of...serene. The llamas would just go for their knees. I suspect, like myself, giraffes would just try to run away. Like, dude, what are you-- gerroff! GERROFF MEEEEE! And then it's running with a llama impaled on its leg. That is pretty much how I see that going.

Llamas are motherfuckers.

02. One Spooks character you'd've liked to see in the finale? (You can resurrect someone if necessary.)

INTERESTING QUESTION. spoilers for S10 )


03. If you could travel anywhere in the world tomorrow?

I am assuming the rest of this question is would you, and where would it be? I would! And it would probably be Melbourne (because I already have plans to do NYC in 2012 \o/). There places there I have a yen to see, and people I want to see. So. Melbourne.

04. Funniest LJ-related memory?

I-- ???

Actually, no, okay, this doesn't really count, but back when we both had far too much time on our hands and were on livejournal more often, [livejournal.com profile] wliberation and I would just...spiral off into lunacy fuelled by sleeplessness. There are posts somewhere in the archive where there's, like, 100-200 comments of us just going off on one. Good times!

05. I think you post your poem-recs elsewhere to LJ now, so, rec me the latest recworthy poem you've read? If there's a tie - a poem for a rainy Sunday morning.

I have fallen out of the habit of posting here because, yes, I do post daily on tumblr. But, this one is worth posting here today. I queued this one for Thursday (which was Gujarati New Year, hurrah!) because I love Imtiaz Dharker and the mood of her poems so often fits family events. (I'm sure I've posted This Room before, which I think is the bane of GCSE students across the country, but which I adore.)

The Blessing
by Imtiaz Dharker

The skin cracks like a pod.
There never is enough water.

Imagine the drip of it,
the small splash, echo
in a tin mug,
the voice of a kindly god.

Sometimes, the sudden rush
of fortune. The municipal pipe bursts,
silver crashes to the ground
and the flow has found
a roar of tongues. From the huts,
a congregation : every man woman
child for streets around
butts in, with pots,
brass, copper, aluminium,
plastic buckets,
frantic hands,

and naked children
screaming in the liquid sun,
their highlights polished to perfection,
flashing light,
as the blessing sings
over their small bones.

delga: ([spooks] shadow of the shadow.)

I've spent most of the past week writing a Dimitri/Tariq fanfiction that, tonight, I finally finished. It still needs to be typed up and edited, and then it needs one fuck of a beta, but it's done, and I hope to post it. Here is an excerpt, posted with the hope that I will now have to follow through and post the rest.

Dimitri/Tariq Fic That Would Not Fucking End. )


Okay, wow, posting commitments! WEIRD.

delga: ([spooks] know it's me for I cannot sleep)

Spooks continues to be fucking miserable.

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Last week at work was extremely slow, and I wrote an update for eljay. It turns out I never cut and paste that entry from notepad to livejournal actual, so.

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UGH. MERLIN. That was exactly what I thought it would be, and somehow still wonderful.

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But, yeah. I don't know that any of Spooks was bad, per se, or worse than it usually is, but, fuck me, that was some depressing stuff. tiny spoiler )

delga: ([ncis] miscommunicate.)

Helloooo eljay! People who are still alive: you guys; me. It has been long enough that I have stacked up a list of things to talk about, but watch as this devolves into another episode of M Never Remembers What There Is To Talk About, this week with special guest star, me.

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I started the new job! Well, no, first I left the old one, and did embarrassing things like hug everyone and cry in public. But then I started my new job! It is...not what I thought it was going to be, frankly, and yet still great. I am at that point right now where I feel like my line manager and the lovely lady who is training me weren't expecting me to be up to speed yet. So they sort of gave me a bunch of stuff to do, and now it's done. And it's not that there isn't work to do, it's just that there isn't the time or the resource to train me that quickly. So I'm just trying to get stuck in, and learn the wider process, and then apply that knowledge to what I'm doing. It's an efficiency game at this point.

Everyone is so young. So young! I mean, like, in their 20s and 30s. That is young! I am used to working with the 45+ age bracket. It's very odd to be working with peers. I am not used to having to adjust myself socially. And sometimes I feel like that girl in the corner of the room that nobody talks to. Because I am, and because I am oddly situated in the room. But at the same time, everyone is pleasant, and helpful, and there are other new people, too, and it's okay. I need to become part of the woodwork, and then things will be less stilted. Half the issue - if there is any issue at all - is that after two weeks in Cambridge, I was left there to fend for myself, and then worked full time until I finished. So it's weird to go from that to a really empty induction schedule.

Things I will only be mentioning once: jesus, getting my IT access sorted has been an epic nuisance, and for something quite straightforward, it has been a colossal pit of nonsense.

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And then London set itself on fire earlier this week. Everyone else is talking about it in a more eloquent fashion than I am, so I don't have anything to add, but I will say that for all that happened, I'm glad the actual ruckus seems to be dying down. For a little while, it felt extremely televisual. How Don Delilo.

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Oh, hey, so: Spooks' tenth series will be its last, and my feeling is part nostalgic sadface, and part "yeah, okay, it's time". In the meantime, I am trying to write a Spooks-related big bang entry (not what you think; telling you right now), and I'm reading John le Carré's Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy. That's right: a book. An actual novel. My commute is so much more conducive to reading now, even if I can't get a seat on the train most mornings. I'm really enjoying the book, too. It's exactly my thing, and I don't know why I didn't get to it sooner.

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Next Wednesday I have the day off, but will be traipsing into The City anyway to see Betrayal, and then Butley. I have the whole of the week after that off, too, and will be spending some of that in the city, and some of that in Edinburgh. That impromptu decision might cost me in several ways but is going to be so worth it, as I'll be meeting up with one of my oldest eljay friends, [livejournal.com profile] noorie. Also, you know, Edinburgh. Am currently awaiting a skype call in which we will bash out the details, but my train tickets arrived yesterday, so that's totally happening.

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Other stuff? Everyone should be watching The Hour, if only for the delicious Anna Chancellor:


Also, in typical BBC fashion, there are ~spies. Seriously, it's my absolute favourite thing right now.

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And that's that. I mean, there's other stuff, but fuck if I can remember.

delga: ([luther] i know you; i see you.)

At some point yesterday, whilst I was watching Avenue Q and was away from The Internet, Naya Rivera sang Amy Winehouse's Back to Black, and everything was right with the world. Excuse me whilst I run it on repeat.

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OH GOSH, GUYS. Last Friday was madness from top to toe. Work pulled a fast one on me, so that every time I tried to do something I needed to get done, there was instead post to shuffle through. Bank statements that need copying! Pass books that need to be returned recorded delivery! HUNDREDS AND HUNDRED OF QUESTIONNAIRES THAT NEEDED SCANNING. Seriously, I had 17 of those fuckers to do, and it took me two and a half hours.

Still managed to leave work a half hour early to grab a train to London where - after being held up just past Finsbury Park for a half hour - I met up with [livejournal.com profile] daygloparker. Though we were both out of our minds exhausted, she for better reasons than me, we made it to Piccadilly Circus, and a pub, and eventually the theatre. Seeing Children's Hour for the second time was a little odd for me, especially as the show I saw was in previews, and this was the penultimate performance. I liked the acting choices more, and the some of the set choices less, but it was still a very good production. I think I could watch Elisabeth Moss forever and ever.

a vague summary of events. )


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Sunday morning I nearly left my case in the room we were departing from, and then almost died trying to get to Holborn on the Central. (Everything was down. If you lived in East London that weekend? You were fucked. District was completely down. Circle was mostly down. Hammersmith and City was down from King's Cross eastbound.) Almost left my case on the train (sigh). Returned to a Fen that was not steeped in rain, but sunny, and pretty, and then finished checking over my cousin's dissertation.

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And then the week happened. Having two people share the senior position in my team is frustrating for a lot of reasons, but also results in some discrepancies in how certain things are done. Not!boss #1 is shallow, and an idiot, but the team runs smoothly enough when she is around. She gets cases checked, and reads through the inbox in a timely fashion, and handles queries that need to be handled. The downside to her is that she talks a lot of bullshit, and isn't around to finish off the work she started.

stupidity in the office. )


And, of course, the printer. Christ. THE PRINTER. I don't want to talk about it.

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Yesterday evening was a lot of fun. I really enjoyed Avenue Q, and TC is a laugh, as is the other co-worker I went with. Had a really, really good time, and TC dropped me off to the local train station...before getting lost on her way home. *headdesk* She made it, so it's all good. It was good to be able to go out after the week that the three of us had had, and it was good to be able to socialise with the people I work with a bit because I don't normally get that opportunity, living so far away. You don't need to be friends with the people you work with, but I like to get along with them because they are the only people I see with any sort of consistency. I made the mistake of befriending all the foreign students at my university, and so they have all gone home now. TC is seven years older than me, married, with a child, and so, so together, but she's the one who will email me when we haven't been in the same office all week, and try to convince me to give in to Justin Bieber's allure (um: no), or ask me if I've seen the latest Glee, or some other nonsense, and it's just nice. The average age in my office is 50, and that's only because I skew that average down. I get on with people who are older than me, I do! But, jesus, sometimes I need to talk about Mad Men like dying, and they're all buzzing about the footie, or The Apprentice, or whatever, whatever, whatever, give me strength.

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And then I made the mistake of watching Bones on my commute yesterday, and burst into tears, at which point my extravagantly-coiffured travelling companion (aka the woman who sits next to me most days for no reasons other than habit) got super concerned, and I couldn't explain that everything was okay and this stupid show was wrecking my face.

On the bus. That is shaming.

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This weekend: Engrenages, saison trois. AGGRESSIVE FRENCH LESBIANS. GIVE THEM TO ME.

delga: ([spooks] know it's me for I cannot sleep)

I thought I had things to say about Spooks, but I feel like everything we said last week covers it. It pretty much played out to plan, save Harry's closing reveal which made the whole arc redundant anyway.

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Probably be a bit radio silent this week; lots going on. Meeting some friends at the weekend, and currently trying to plan a trip to Newcastle which could be going better. Just one of those weeks.

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Am on the train which was late yesterday. Hopefully I can make the first bus today.

delga: ([spooks] know it's me for I cannot sleep)

[livejournal.com profile] hestia8, I feel like every single thing we talked about is bearing fruit. (Every. single. thing.)

I will say this: week on week the plots may not hold water, but they nail character arcs.

delga: ([spooks] MI-5 - not 9-5.)

Oh, hey, end of the meme! I-- have been terrible at this, and had I picked a better time, my answers probably would have been more involved. I sincerely hope the rest of you do better at the attempt.

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Day Twenty-Nine: Least favourite dodgy government type

Now that I now what [livejournal.com profile] hestia8 had in mind regarding this question, it is still hard, because I can only think of three government types, and they were all the HomeSec. So I am just going to pick the token centrally-sourced villain that I disliked the most and say: that fucker, Oliver Mace.

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Day Thirty: Something you learned from watching the show

How to dismantle a bomb using a microwave; how to make someone think you are knocking at their front door whilst slipping around to the back; how to be STOIC and MISERABLE in the NAME of the QUEEN; how to clean up tea-stained documents; how not to lie to terrorists; how not to be a mole; how to conceal a weapon in the neckline of an ordinary top; how to get oneself trapped on the coast on the occasion that I need to escape after having been framed for a crime and having shot my boss; subsequently, how to make the ocean a symbol of my epic woe in the most dramatic and futile way possible. (Oh, Mr Tom Quinn. I STILL DON'T GET IT.)

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all 30 days. )

delga: ([spooks] cigarettes & teacups.)

Day Twenty-Eight: How would you end the show?

One of three ways: cliffhanger where Harry probably maybe is dead; a celebration of a job well done interrupted by the next Crisis, and everyone vacating the grid for it, so that the last shot would be of the grid, empty; the 2012 bomb that sparked Code 9 goes off, despite all efforts to prevent it.

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all 30 days. )

delga: ([spooks] shadow of the shadow.)

I completely forgot about this? I don't know.

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Day Twenty-Two: Favourite Actor

Hugh Laurie's turn as Jools Siviter is my favourite male casting in this show ever. The guest casting is great for male actors - Alexander Siddig; Anupam Kher; whoever that kid was that played Ashok last year.

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Day Twenty-Three: Favourite personal interaction between two characters

Tom coming to see Zoe in 3x01, and Zoe losing her shit over it. I also really enjoyed Ros and Jo's talk on the roof of Thames House, when Ros presents Jo with the reality of what happened in 6x10.

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Day Twenty-Four: Favourite quote
Didn't we do this one already? Well, okay.

Lucas: Connie James? Stuff of legend.
Connie: Stuff of nightmares, possibly.

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Day Twenty-Five: Dream guest star

ARCHIE PANJABI. I have wanted it for so long, and now she is in America being totally badass, but I still want it. Alternatively, Helen McCrory.

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Day Twenty-Six: Favourite dodgy government type

Baby!HomeSec, although I suspect the question refers to the slew of Americans and Dolby-type idiots we keep getting.

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Day Twenty-Seven: What would you want to see in a Spooks movie?

Lots of running and shooting and badassery, OBVIOUSLY. In seriousness, though, I would not want a Spooks movie. Ever. DON'T DO IT, BBC.

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all 30 days. )

delga: ([spooks] know it's me for I cannot sleep)

My nails make it bloody hard to type on this phone.

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Somehow my Spooks post has actually become a series of comments to the comm. May repost for posterity. But the thing I haven't said yet - mostly because, [livejournal.com profile] daygloparker, you deconstruct Ruth and her motivations so well that I get reluctant to character talk the way I used to with Ros; I don't want to reiterate your points in a haphazard fashion at 50% eloquence - is that there is only one Ruth. We've had any number of 123s (aka Tom/Zoe/Colin) but no other Ruth. Spygran did not at all operate in the same way. I mean, you can look at Connie in respect of Ruth, but you can't do the reverse; she's really more of a corollary to Tessa's breed of spook, which is a bridge Ros crosses but returns from. But Ruth is singular. The character arc work there is so subtle. She convinced herself - in exile - that she wasn't a spy. That's how you survive exile, of course: by making a people elsewhere. Ruth's namesake could tell you that. But the antidote to exile is a return home and Ruth, our Ruth, is home now.

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Probably I would have an easier time with this fandom if my interest lay in Ruth/Harry, but it only does insomuch as it services Ruth's characterisation. Harry's characterisation is something I'm interested in following, but am not sympathetic to. Problematic. Ruth as apologist never sits right with me; it's not out of character, just disappointing at times. (I will always have a preference for that edge of anger; I don't think Harry deserves a lot of the reprieve he has been getting of late. His own downward spiral will probably implode at the same time spoiler )

)

delga: ([spooks] lion-hearted girl.)

Day Twenty-One: An episode that made you cry

The closest I have come is over the season 3 finale. I remember watching 5x01 and getting really, really tense over Colin, too, but no tears. It's not really that kind of show for me.

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all 30 days. )

delga: ([spooks] let it be something wonderful.)

Day Twenty: Plot that should have been developed/carried on

There are three plots/arcs that could have been better developed. Firstly, Fiona's story could have had more definition; Sosnovska's pregnancy cut her short, I know, but it wasn't all too well set up in the first place. Secondly, the Sugarhorse arc happened and then, for whatever reason, became something else and was dismissed. That had the potential to go a long way! Thirdly, 2.0 could have been so much less redundant with a bit more forethought. I loved her crazy bullshit but it didn't go anywhere in the end.

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all 30 days. )

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