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Title: Fits and Starts
Fandom: The State Within
Category: m/m slash
Pairing: Nicholas Brocklehurst/Mark Brydon
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3,238
Warnings: None that I am aware of

Summary: Nicholas realises he wouldn’t mind having sex with Mark Brydon. Mark’s supposedly being straight poses a bit of a challenge. But nothing insurmountable.

Author’s notes: Unbeta’d and only my second fic in English, ever. This will undoubtedly show, but I’ve done my level best. I just finished watching The State Within a week ago for the first time (I know, huh?), so you probably know the fandom better than I do. Concrit welcomed! Btw, I’m sure many writers and readers in this fandom care about plot, realism, and good storytelling. Questions like ‘what are they doing at that hotel’ and ‘what would such shenanigans mean for their professional relationship?’ spring to mind. I swear I also care about such questions occasionally. Now is not one of those times. What you get here is decidedly PWP. Dramaturgically unsound, smutty fluff-smut this way lies.

Fits and Starts, part 1Collapse )
Imagine a salesman who comes aboard a train. Among the other passengers is a soldier in uniform. The salesman knows a tiny bit about the distant war the soldier has likely fought in – just what he happened to pick up from the news – and he thinks he read somewhere that approximately 15-20 % of the troops involved in that conflict have been diagnosed with severe Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome (PTSD).

The salesman sits down opposite the soldier...Collapse )

And that, gentle reader, is the gist of some of the  so-called 'arguments' made by male commenters in the discussion thread of this post. And these are the men who say they don't hate women. With friends like these who needs sadistic misogynists?

I don't even like The Unusuals

I'm watching the show anyway, because Monique Gabriela Curnen. Holy shit. Look:


You know when a person's facial expressions all give off the impression of subtle, good-natured humour and complete, relaxed self-reliance?

You know when a person's body language and timbre of voice add to that impression?

And you know when that person also has absolutely ludicrously attractive arms?

That's when I'll watch a series that really doesn't do anything for me, just for their appearances.

Not since Alien have I seen someone carry themself with so much natural coolness.

And to top it all off, she pairs up with goddamn Jeremy Renner of all people - it's like watching some parrallel universe in which arms are all unbelievable. Wow. Look at all those lovely arms!

Film Korner

I always genuinely hope to like lower-budget films, because chance of actual non-propagandistic message. And of artistic expression un-(or less)compromised by commercial interests. However. Daydreamer (2007) is just as trite as any blockbuster, plus it has that self-indulgent quality that one often finds in young, white, hetero males who fancy themselves hard put-upon because the film-going public has not yet lavished fame and fortune on them. And who just fancy themselves, period.

I did take one thing away from it, though:

Well, well, well.

It's a fallacy that people who care about rape culture must necessarily have been raped. I am one of the lucky people who has so far not happened to be in the vicinity of a rapist (at least not one who got the opportunity), yet I cannot remember a time in my life when rape culture was not a paramount concern to me.

I have always been galled at the way everyone present would jump to the conclusion that I was a survivor whenever I talked about the vileness of rapists and rape culture. Not because being a survivor is something to be ashamed about, which it obviously isn't, but because the assumption that rape culture is of no consequence to people who haven't been raped is so appallingly stupid and offensive.

It is offensive because it presupposes that if someone was raped, they must have done something wrong. The existence of rape can only be irrelevant to me if I am not in danger of being raped, and the only way for that to be the case is if there is some right way of acting that will keep a person safe from rape. Some rape-avoidance rules that survivors failed to observe. And that, as we know, is bullshit.

Do we, the ones who've been lucky so far, not live with the constant threat of rape? And more importantly, do we not empathise with those who were not lucky enough to not encounter a rapist? I know that what happened to survivors might just as easily have happened to me, and that any rapist would use the exact same justifications for raping me as they did when they raped others. So I am affronted, personally affronted, that rape exists. It is at best completely illogical to be anything else. At worst it is victim-blaming, pure and simple.


And long live 20-year-old Sudanese Intisar Sharif Abdallah! She was facing a sentence of death by stoning, but Amnesty's petition made an impression, and she has been freed and the charges dropped!

There is good in this terrible world after all.

To your health and long life, Intisar!

Death to Dufus

So I read this article about the unfortunate Smurfetting of Black Widow in Avengers. Basically, the author says Avengers fails the Bechdel test and she wishes it hadn't.

In the comments, I've been talking to a fan of the film who opines that it is not sexist for the film to have so few women and to not have any of the women talk to each other. OK. One might possibly argue that. But how do they argue that? Let's see.

What is their defence of the film not letting two women talk to each other? Well, the director "didn't have infinite time on his hands," you see.

Translation for those of you who don't speak misogyneseCollapse )

Now go die in a fire, you filthy motherfucking knuckledragging numbskulls. SO sick of you. If I could banish all of you to a world where all gender representation in popular culture is reversed, I would die a happy feminist. Now I guess I'll have to settle for flaying you alive.
Time for slash!

Remember the good old days when there was a vampire series called Moonlight? And remember when Mick had to give Josef a dressing-down about the issue of consent?

Mick was all like, "that thing when you threw me against the wall and almost bit me against my will? So not on." And then Josef got all weepy-faced and asked his forgiveness, and Mick went, "NOW you can bite me."

Good times.

This is a tranformative work of parody, making a point about the homoerotic overtones - conscious or not - in the series Moonlight. This video is not associated with Silver Pictures or Warner Bros.

The song fragment used is from Emilíana Torrini's 'Gun' which appears on her studio album, Me and Armini. Torrini and Rough Trade are not associated with this video.

To slash ficcers everywhere

Am I (dis)imagining things, or is it nigh on impossible to procure a slash fic involving an Adrien Brody character? How can this be?!

Adrien is sad face. Where is the slashy love?

I mean, it's not like there is nothing in his oeuvre to inspire slash ficcers to grasp their pens. He was a prostituted stripper in Summer of Sam, ferchrissakes
...and a punk rocker besides, which meant that he wore a spiky collar whenever he felt that the skull pendant was not enough for him. Come on!

In a last-ditch effort, Adrien demonstrates his adorability quotient:

What more incentive could you ungrateful sods wonderful creative souls possibly need? Get ficcing!

Happy Halloween!

A couple more photosCollapse )

Guess who, me hearties!



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