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kangeikoAh, domestic bliss - all is calm. *sighs happily*
I'm really looking forward to seeing my mum tomorrow. I sorted out the mess with my upset younger brother by the simple act of phoning my mum and having her phone him. She'd got her days confused and thought his results were out on Monday. Anyway, now he's happier, and they're springing for us to go away for a week somewhere, so I get to 1) have a holiday, and 2) spend some time with my baby brother. Yay!
I also ran all my errands today in between trips to the doctor's office, so a bursting full package of goodies is winging its way to Mona, I've returned books to the library and I've also been working my way through the washbasket. It may sound incredibly dull, but there's nothing quite so comforting as a clean, nice-smelling house to come home to.
Also, I now have time to think about fandom-related things, seeing as how I don't have the exams of doom hanging over my head. I've tired tidying up this wee Jack&Sloane ficlet, set post-finale. I'm not that happy with it, but I'm trying to wrap my mind around the implications for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic100 claim of Jack/Sloane that I'm still working through! I've got this thought of doing some sort of futurefic, set far in the future. I think working on the assumption that Jack survived by going in the Rambaldi goo, stick a few decades on it and you have two people who are incredibly alone. This, to me, says angst x 4357537563456345. Also, the possibility teh hate!sex. Which can only be good. Of course, it'll likely go the way of many other weird, far-out thoughts and not get written. But, much like the making of babies, the making of stories is a thing to practice as often and as diligently as possible.
Also, I need more tea.
Feedback welcome, as always.
Title: Hic Jacet
Fandom: Alias
Summary: here lies...
Spoilers: all of it.
Written forfanfic100 #53 - 'earth'.
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Read it at AOOO.
I'm really looking forward to seeing my mum tomorrow. I sorted out the mess with my upset younger brother by the simple act of phoning my mum and having her phone him. She'd got her days confused and thought his results were out on Monday. Anyway, now he's happier, and they're springing for us to go away for a week somewhere, so I get to 1) have a holiday, and 2) spend some time with my baby brother. Yay!
I also ran all my errands today in between trips to the doctor's office, so a bursting full package of goodies is winging its way to Mona, I've returned books to the library and I've also been working my way through the washbasket. It may sound incredibly dull, but there's nothing quite so comforting as a clean, nice-smelling house to come home to.
Also, I now have time to think about fandom-related things, seeing as how I don't have the exams of doom hanging over my head. I've tired tidying up this wee Jack&Sloane ficlet, set post-finale. I'm not that happy with it, but I'm trying to wrap my mind around the implications for the
fanfic100 claim of Jack/Sloane that I'm still working through! I've got this thought of doing some sort of futurefic, set far in the future. I think working on the assumption that Jack survived by going in the Rambaldi goo, stick a few decades on it and you have two people who are incredibly alone. This, to me, says angst x 4357537563456345. Also, the possibility teh hate!sex. Which can only be good. Of course, it'll likely go the way of many other weird, far-out thoughts and not get written. But, much like the making of babies, the making of stories is a thing to practice as often and as diligently as possible.Also, I need more tea.
Feedback welcome, as always.
Title: Hic Jacet
Fandom: Alias
Summary: here lies...
Spoilers: all of it.
Written for
fanfic100 #53 - 'earth'.*
Read it at AOOO.
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Date: 2006-06-23 08:00 pm (UTC)Secondly, love the ficlet, the Jack voice, and his take on Sloane and his malaise. And of course it is full of your very own poetry.
You cannot give great men purpose: it is breathing life into a corpse, and it is not for mortals to attempt.
I go for a Pandora image, you go for Prometheus. Go figure. (Well, and Jesus.) Of course, both Jack and Arvin are living corpses bereft of their old purposes and in search of new ones at this point...
*loves their messed up ness to bits*
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Date: 2006-06-23 10:05 pm (UTC)I just read it and - my word, you weren't kidding about the similarities! *scratches head* I don't know, post the finale, I've had to re-evaluate my view of Sloane's capacity for self-sacrifice. Namely, I've had to chalk it up to the 'feelgood shopping' factor used in the selection of charities - which of these good deeds will yield more 'feelgood' vibes, either through karma or through knowing I'm benevolent. I'm not that comfortable with Sloane being that self-centric, actually, so I like the TM version ebtter - Pandora, rather than Prometheus.
Secondly, love the ficlet, the Jack voice, and his take on Sloane and his malaise. And of course it is full of your very own poetry.
Awww, thank you, you are so sweet. :)
I go for a Pandora image, you go for Prometheus. Go figure. (Well, and Jesus.) Of course, both Jack and Arvin are living corpses bereft of their old purposes and in search of new ones at this point...
Once you go Greek, you can never go back! *g* Honestly, it would be fun to read this as a greek tragic play, dotcha think? the whole saga of the men who would be kings, and the daughters caught between them...
*loves their messed up ness to bits*
*joins in the love*