Cathryn

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The Multi-Media Multi-Fandom Mash-Up Meme!

There are some awesome prompts going wanting, most of which I don't know both of the fandoms for. Maybe you do!

OKAY I GIVE. And I'm bored at workstudy.

Pick a character I write or RP, and I will give you the top five ideas/concepts/other I keep in mind while writing that character that I believe are essential to depicting them accurately.

Just from current games/recent fic, please - I may not remember enough for or be too embarrassed by older characters.

I can has Kiss Kiss Bang Bang Harmonyfic! Fuck yeah, Yuletide.

:D

My Yuletide assignment, you guys. I might die of joy. Thank you, Yuletide person, for the excuse to write something I have wanted to write for like a year.

YAY.

So the great irony of today is that with classes having, of course, been cancelled in honor of Veterans' Day, guess which one of my classes is cancelled?

My World War One class, of course.

I've spent the semester reading literature about the Great War - autobiographical accounts, fictional accounts, poems . . . a lot of writing by a lot of veterans, some of whom went on to be fiercely pacifistic, and some of whom I'm not sure I can call veterans because they didn't make it to November 11, 1918. The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month. Did you know that the armistice was signed sooner than that, but the fighting kept right on going and people kept right on dying because those in charge wanted Poetic Symbolism (and something that would be easy for schoolchildren to remember)?

Because of all that reading, I'm not feeling as solemnly sentimental as I'm supposed to feel. Mostly, I'm feeling angry. So I'd like to join in the posting of poems in remembrance, but the one I've chosen is a little different. It was written by Siegfried Sassoon, a British officer who fought memorably in the war even after his published declaration of his belief that it had turned into a war being waged for the wrong reasons. Sassoon lived through the war and went on to become an angry veteran and pacifist, and spent his life writing about it.



"At the Cenotaph"
Siegfried Sassoon

I saw the Prince of Darkness, with his Staff,
Standing bare-headed by the Cenotaph:
Unostentatious and respectful, there
He stood, and offered up the following prayer.
"Make them forget, O Lord, what this Memorial
Means; their discredited ideas revive;
Breed new belief that War is purgatorial
Proof of the pride and power of being alive;
Men's biologic urge to readjust
The Map of Europe, Lord of Hosts, increase;
Lift up their hearts in large destructive lust;
And crown their heads with blind vindictive Peace."
The Prince of Darkness to the Cenotaph
Bowed. As he walked away I heard him laugh.



Sassoon was right. Today is the anniversary of the end of the war to end wars, but now we use it to honor countless men and women from the many wars that happened anyway. For myself, I will honor them by being angry that they had to fight at all.

THE FOLLOWING IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT.

DISCREET: Subtle, careful, under the radar. She discreetly pushed her bra strap back under her shirt. (Is it possible to do this discreetly? I haven't figured out how. But I digress.)

DISCRETE: Separate and individual. I will steal Merriam-Webster's example because I have way less practice using this in a sentence: There are several discrete sections to this vast medical complex, including a college of pharmacology and a research center.

If you need a trick to remember it, try thinking of the E's in "discrete" being two discrete units, separated as they are by the T.

Please. Stop making this mistake. It's almost as bad as loose/lose, and it is damn embarrassing to see when I know for a fact that the person doing it is too smart to get tripped up by homonyms HOMOPHONES see I'm not perfect either, nothing wrong with that.

That is all.

So I just finished rereading the MsScribe story for the first time since it came out, and I was just idly wondering - was charlottelennox's fandom identity ever revealed?

Why do the daddy longlegs think our bathtub is a great place to live?

Why? Why now? Winter is coming! Fucking DIE already!

And why do I always forget this and start my shower without checking first? I've only lived in this apartment for four years, you'd think I'd be used to it. (Yeah, it's a thing.)

At least they aren't real spiders.

Wow, Supernatural! That was really impressive!

( Spoilers! And sarcasm. )

Ugh. I can't believe this is what I decided to make one of my increasingly-sporadic posts about. I'm going to bed.

TITLE: "Someone on Whom"
AUTHOR: Cathryn (catslash)
RATING: PG for implied violence and character death; genfic.
WORD COUNT: Approximately 2400.
SUMMARY: "It makes a considerable difference to me, having someone on whom I can thoroughly rely." Doctor Who/Sherlock crossover, set during the year that wasn't.
SPOILERS: For Doctor Who's series three finale arc; none for Sherlock, as it is set mainly pre-canon, but there are a few lines of dialogue borrowed from "A Study in Pink."
THANKS: To mmexlibris for the quick beta and bethan_b_bad for the Britpick. ♥
DISCLAIMER: Doctor Who and Sherlock belong to the BBC; the quotation in the summary is courtesy of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I take no credit and make no money.

EDIT: There is now podfic read by the lovely pandarus!



( The name of the man he's taking the package to is of course not written down, but he's had it memorized ever since he agreed to take this ride. )