Fool’s Wisdom (The Things We Don’t Tell) by Bimo (AO3 link), 2442 words
Summary: When Jackson Healy is left alone to deal with an elderly client, quite a few things fall into place
Characters: Jackson Healy, Holland March, Holly March
Genre: Character Study, Aftermath of a Case
Rating: PG-13, Teen and Up Audiences on AO3
Thanks to: The wonderful Ineptdetective (Gotyerback), for fantastic beta and encouragement :)
Author’s Note: I couldn’t write hardboiled detective fic if my life depended on it, so I’m not even pretending to. Please make of this whatever you want and enjoy!
Went to see Martin Scorcese’s Silence yesterday, which turned out to be the kind of movie that leaves me glad to have watched and doubtful I’ll ever feel the desire to watch again. Intriguing story, amazing acting, capturing cinematography, but for large parts excruciating, painful.
Based on the historical novel of the same title by Japanese author Shūsaku Endō, Silence follows the emotional and spiritual journey of young Portuguese Jesuit missionary Sebastiao Rodrigues, who is sent to 17th century Japan to investigate the whereabouts and possible apostasy commited by his former mentor Ferreira (Liam Neeson).
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So I decided to take the plunge after all and posted on AO3, after an interesting talk with Cavendish.
His logic: Well if there are only 73 stories for that fandom, there certainly should be more than enough room for my little oddball. Also, how on Earth was I supposed to meet new people to play with if I didn’t go out there… ;)
So, here we go. Posted with a gazillion of caveats, just to see how it floats:
Non Sequitur by Bimo (1567 words, AO3 link)
Oh, Holland March, what on Earth have you stumbled into this time? Just when everything seems lost, Holland March gets a visit from the patron saint of all hopeless causes.
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Genre: Gen, Character Study, Case Aftermath
Just like the header says.
When I watched The Nice Guys this weekend, something in my twisted, crossover-loving brain just went click. So I began to write, and now, three days later I find myself sitting on the finished draft of a 1400 word Nice Guys/X-Files story in which an older Holland March essentially gets rescued by a certain FBI agent. All in all, it’s a classic Bimo, I’d say, if maybe a bit more bizarre than usual.
I like the story well enough. Nevertheless, I must admit I have absolutely no idea what to do with it, now that it’s finished. (At the moment, the most realistic approach seems to never mention it again and let it sink into the darkest depths of my hard drive.)
Simply going ahead and posting an unproofread, unedited version to AO3 is not an option, firstly and mainly because of the good old non-native speaker issue. However, there are also additional concerns lurking around the corner.
1.) I’m depicting issues of mental health (which sort of came with the characters), and while I went out of my way to handle those issues as respectfully, sincere and responsibly as I am able to, I surely screwed up somewhere.
2.) The “Nobody will ever read this” factor. By the time I’m typing, there are exactly seventy-three The Nice Guys stories on AO3, the overwhelming majority of them either slash or pre-slash (Holland March/ Jackson Healy). Nothing wrong with that, but it’s a road I just didn’t take when I wrote myself. What I came up with instead is more or less the aftermath to an X-file. Since the fandom appears so small and so slashy, I have serious doubts anyone enjoying The Nice Guys well enough to go hunting for fic will be interested in reading Gen stuff.
3.) Return straight to the point where I was talking about not posting something unbetaed. I’m afraid, I will never, ever find a beta for this story. Getting a beta for a nice, lovely OuaT story is one thing. But for this baby? Like I said, special hell.
I’ve been re-reading a lot of Highlander fan fiction from the heydays of “Seventh Dimension”, “HL Quill Club” and Mary Galasso’s excellent “Voices” anthology lately, all of these stories being old favourites of mine that I’ve been able to track down, retrace and locate.
The infrastructure of first wave HL fandom collapsed sometime during the 2000s, which essentially means that if an author didn’t transfer their works to AO3, or if you, as a reader haven’t kept up with writers’ changing pseuds, the stories are gone. Even with a good memory for titles and pen names, you’ll have an incredibly hard time finding an accessible online version of *that* particular fanfic ever again.
So I figure the first, rather unsurprising lesson learned from my experience can be summed up as: If you care about a certain story, save it on your hard drive and make sure to create regular back ups, just in case you would like to revisit it someday for whatever reasons.
The second lesson, however, is actually more of a subjective observation.
By the time I first encountered stories such as Kat Allison’s Last Set Before Closing, Parda’s Down to the Bone, or selenak 's Death and the Maiden in the late 1990s (to name only a few, also both Parda and Selena were still writing under their real names back then), I was still a comparative youngster finding herself in fanfic heaven, because, good grief, were those stories amazing. The premises, the characterisations, the imagery, the language… . In short, all those qualities which make a piece of writing pass the test of time with flying colours. No wonder I had expected those stories to age well. What I hadn’t reckoned with, however, was how much my perspective on them and therefore also the reasons for my appreciation would change and grow over time.
Just to give you a few examples:
It’s February 2017 now, which means in real life we must almost have reached the very palpable future depicted in Last Set, since the story is set roughly twenty years after the last HL episode takes place and deals with Duncan visiting his aged friend Joe Dawson at a retirement home. The predictions that Kat Allison made regarding technological and social developments are plain intriguing, because while not every detail is perfect, they hit frighteningly close to home if seen as a whole.
Revisiting Down to the Bone and Death and the Maiden, I couldn’t help noticing how much more susceptive and aware the older me, turning forty-two in a couple of weeks, has become regarding the underlying psychological dynamics and depths, so finely-tuned and hidden between lines of powerful, evocative writing.Stuff, which has been there all the time, and I was only too young, inexperienced or simply not prophetic enough to see it.
Measure of a Man by Bimo (571 words)
Fandom: Once upon a Time
Rating: G bordering on PG-13
Summary: Sometimes the measure of a man is how he copes with being reborn
Characters: Emma Swan, Killian Jones
Notes: Written as a gift for Em, for the 2016 Once Upon a Secret Santa exchange on Tumblr. I've never tried writing a bona fide Captain Swan story before. So I can only hope that everything comes across just right and that you will enjoy! :)
Thanks: Lots of thanks go to Whimsicallyenchantedrose, for kindly volunteering as a beta!
Re-watching Highlander while simultaneaously re-reading the latter books of J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series made me wonder about potential house affiliations and sorting dilemmas :)
Duncan MacLeod: Gryffindor
Richie Ryan: Hufflepuff
Tessa Noel: Ravendor/Gryffinclaw, depending on form
Joe Dawson: Gryffinclaw
Methos: Ravendoryn or Ravendor, depending on company and millenium
Some of you already know that I spent the last couple of weeks recovering from knee surgery (ruptured meniscus, long story, don’t ask ;)). So far, the knee has been healing nicely, just as it ought to, and I’m glad to report that with each day I am feeling more and more like my usual self again.
Probably the weirdest after-effect: I never would have thought that I would be so fucking happy about being able to empty the dishwasher on my own again.
Also, my fannish mojo is coming back. Even though I’m not quite sure what to contribute at the moment, I’m quite happy to read along and enjoy what others are posting! :)
A good deal of my own fannish thoughts are still circling around OuaT 's Jekyll and Hyde plot, by the way. Representations of duality, repression, denial and most of all how Sam Witwer’s Hyde in “Strange Case” struck me as so much more straightforward and in tune with himself and his surroundings than his counterpart Jekyll could ever be.
There is this one brief moment when the newly-created Hyde is seeing himself in the mirror for the very first time shortly before entering the ballroom, that is full of self-realisation, recognition and amazement. I just love the way in which, throughout the following scenes, the particular combination of setting and writing plus various acting and directing choices, is transforming Hyde from villain into romantic anti-hero, without sacrificing one bit of the character’s inherent ruthlessness.
Well done, show! But now, if you could only please devote as much care and attention to your major story arcs as you are paying attention to the details… ;)
As for the afore mentioned Harry Potter rec:
More or less on a whim, Cavendish and I rewatched the first three Harry Potter movies (all of them have aged suprisingly well, though the Alfonso Cuarón one still rules), which led to me searching the AO3 for a bit of HP fanfic. And look what I have found thanks to the archive’s advanced filtering options and a little bit of beginner’s luck:
The Nicest Word There Is… by Droupy48
Summary: A story about the kids who felt safe in the library.
Word count: 2161
Characters: Minerva McGonagall, Remus Lupin, Hermione Granger
The dialogue on Once upon a Time may not always be perfect, but there is this delightful line, spoken by Rumplestilstkin, that magic always comes with a price. It’s wonderfully catchy and universal, quite applicable to a lot of things, actually. Being the information junkie that I am, I would never have thought, though, that trying to keep up with the Brexit and its consequences would be one of those pricey things.
Some of you already know that I work in adult education, teaching everything from basic travel English to conversational English, and also British (sometimes Scottish) life and culture to a bunch of open-minded, interested and simply fantastic people, most of them in the 55+ age group, although the folks in the evening classes usually tend to be a bit on the younger side.
So spending the better part of last week discussing the various aspects of the Brexit, professionally but also with family and friends, was exactly what I had expected. What I hadn’t reckoned with, however, was how bloody exhausting these discussions would be, because I am emotionally involved.
In essence, the British Isles aren’t a foreign country to me but rather my holiday home in Europe. I’ve been travelling the UK ever since I was sixteen. Over the years, I’ve consumed more than my share of British culture, literature, history and media; I’ve formed friendships and regularly exchange Christmas cards.
Among my favourite TV people ever are David Attenborough, Simon Schama and Jim Al-Khalili. And if fellow Doctor Who fans inquire about my favourite Doctor, I’ll proudly say it’s the Fifth. (I only caught up with classic DW after the new series had started, and while I’ve seen every classic Doctor in action by now, Fivey is the one I really clicked with on every level, which is kind of sweet, because due to his early 1980s run, Peter Davison’s Doctor would have been the one I had imprinted on as a child if I had grown up in the UK.)
Despite the fact that I certainly think, feel, act and sound unmistakably German in everyday life, it is therefore no wonder that a large part of my personal identity is determined through what I love about the UK.
I would hate to see these ties substantially weakened, due to the bureaucratic complications that are likely to ensue now. Following media reports and political commentaries feels like a trip to some clownish, nonsensical and ugly bizzarro world.The reports on the rising number of racist attacks on immigrants from other EU countries are leaving me shocked.
Apparently someone at our local community-run indie cinema possesses a certain wicked sense of humour. Two showings of Jaws , one in German, one in English, right at the start of bathing season.
Of course, Cavendish and I went to see. Jaws is one of the movies that I know by heart and will never cease to admire because of how skillfully it was filmed. By a director who, at that time, was still a relative newcomer to the business and hadn’t even reached thirty years of age.
One aspect I have never realised before, though. (And here comes the amusing part): Matt Hooper, the youthful marine biologist played by Richard Dreyfuss, is Dana Scully. Totally. Just think about it.
- Comparatively small and soft-featured person
- Extremely smart and competent in their field
- Strong belief in science, rationality, technology and proper equipment
- Able to hold their own in a macho surrounding, while not necessarily subscribing to hyper-masculine ideals themselves
- Coming to town to fight monsters
- The second they utter their first line of dialogue you know they are cool.
- And then there is that autopsy scene where Hooper cuts up a shark that isn’t the shark…
Not Fade Away by Bimo (500 words)
Fandom: Once upon a Time
Summary: Change has come to the Underworld and Milah can feel it.
Characters: Milah, Liam Jones
Thanks to: The wonderful folks who encouraged me when I wrote the first draft version of this little piece, and Epona610 for volunteering to proofread :-)
The things that enter your guestroom once you are approaching middle age and realise how catastrophically out of shape you have become …
Btw.,selenak , I think this acquisition can be blamed on you, at least partly. When we were in Bamberg, there was a crosstrainer in our hotel. Cavendish and I both tried it and decided we liked it so much that we had to get one of these things of our own. ;-)
From the description text of an exhibition I went to see at the Lehmbruck Museum, Duisburg:
From 27 February, 2016: Liquid Identities – Lynn Hershman Leeson. Identities in the 21st Century
“Digital identity”, “patchwork identity”, “multiple identities”, these are all terms and constructs we use in our attempts to approach the complex question of “Who am I?”: Under digital conditions identity is no longer a fixed constant. Permanently in flow, it is contingent on a multitude of changing factors, the most influential of which are the presentation and communication opportunities offered by the Internet today.
Hershman Leeson’s art is fascinating, and many of her works eerie and unsettling.
Also at the Lehmbruck as an accompanying exhibition: Jakub Nepras - State of Flux
Rushing and fleeting. Hovering, static. Organic. The most otherworldly and transient light effects. I feel privileged to have seen these in real life. Needless to say the picture below doesn’t do the actual experience any justice.Jakub Nepras: Landscape, videosculpture with sound, photo by Martin Polak, artist’s archive
Just an idea from that split second before analytical thinking kicks in and kindly informs me that I’m chasing impossible butterflies, because OuaT and Neil Gaiman’s Sandman universe are really not all that compatible.
I’ve been nursing the thought before. There is this half-overheard conversation I have in my head. Two of Gaiman’s Endless (a family of timeless entities embodying universal concepts), the sisters Despair and Desire looking down on Killian Jones during his Neverland years, and discussing to whom of them he ultimately belongs. So far, so much for private fantasies and head!canons.
But now that OuaT has added an officially introduced “Realm of Untold Stories” to its evergrowing list of fictional worlds I’m beginning to wonder. What if they all, the various realms and everybody within them, every forest, castle, mountain, mouse and man were actually part of the Dreaming?Sounds weird, yes? However it would account for quite a lot of the things going on.
Negative stuff first, just to get it out of the way:
No matter how much I used to enjoy Castle, after all the news and rumours surrounding the departure of Stana Katic, I am actually relieved that ABC has finally decided to cancel the show.
There is this conversation I had with selenak a while ago, about series being continued well past their natural expiration date, that ideal, non-realized stopping point at which plotlines could have come to a satisfying conclusion and the characters full-circle. With Castle, that point would have been reached at the end of season 7 by latest, I guess, with Beckett’s impending promotion and a lot of personal growth for both her and Castle himself. It was back then, when both Cavendish and I decided to quit and let these two characters ride off into an imagined sunset, so we would be able to remember them fondly.
And this is exactly what I will do now.
Salute a show that I followed for over one hundred fifty episodes. Here’s to cast and crew, to the fun-to-watch character dynamics. To a plethora of criminal cases ranging from serious, over bizarre, to simply hilarious.
One of the things I liked best was how shamelessly self-indulgent Castle played with the boundaries of its genre. As audience you never knew what you would get. Thriller, film noir, romantic comedy, western, mystery, sometimes even sci-fi. Also bona fide B-Team action adventures with Detectives Ryan and Esposito. Almost as if the show wanted to acknowledge its own fannishness by being playful.
One of my fanfic stories, a little Once upon a Time/Castle crossover would never have worked, if Beckett, in addition to being simply gorgeous, competent and smart, hadn’t also been such a huge, canon-confirmed fangirl. I had so much fun writing her from Hook’s point of view.
Thank you, Castle, for being such an occasionally weird and goofy fun ride. You were one hell of a show.Kate Beckett, back in the Enchanted Forest, you would have been royal.
However, over the last couple of days, I finally managed to track down and bookmark a few Once upon a Time vids that were striking a chord with me. I'm going to spare you the Captain Swan one, though, because I doubt anyone around in these spheres would be interested in this particular folly of mine.
Instead, have two more general vids, with a strong focus on the ensemble cast and earlier seasons.
Once I Was Real by Hurleybird, pure, beautifully edited S1 nostalgia, dealing with themes of identity and loss.
Seven Devils, by Jackie1609f. Of demons and fears. Powerful imagery matched by just the right song. This one is a killer.
The view from my study at sunset, during a thunderstorm. Thunder from afar, the sky heavy and oppressive, the air glistening with rain. Only a tiny stretch of blue at the horizon. On a clearer day you would see a large iron bridge leading across the Rhine and also some industrial buildings on the other side of the river.
Completely out of focus, but this picture gives a much better impression of how it looked like when I went outside.
Oh, and speaking of my study, in case you are curious…
The desk where I type all my posts. Both the keyboard and the desk are antique. I purchased the keyboard in 1998, the desk is roughly one hundred fifty years older.
Atlas by Bimo (430 words)
Fandom: Once upon a Time
Rating: G, but dealing with themes of loss and abandonment
Summary: A closer look at the Jones brothers, set shortly after the children were sold into servitude. The reality of their father's deed sinks in slowly.
Characters: Liam Jones, Killian Jones
Thanks to: Scapeartist, for the fantastic beta!