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21 October 2004 @ 04:54 am
Slashy Nominations 91: Those Who Love Both Lies and Secrets  
I promised an entry totally free of due South, Sports Night, and The Sentinel. And this is it. I feel myself twitching from withdrawal already.

(Secret message to everyone in the whole world: I've got serious, possibly permanent server problems, so I'm getting my mail in drips and drabs and way late. If I haven't responded to an email or a comment, I haven't gotten it yet. I'm going to check the comments to this entry rather than just waiting for LJ notifications, so if you want or need to talk to me, or if I missed something important, leave a comment here.

Secret message, part two: I've just come out of a period of sleep deprivation of the kind that leaves a person incoherent, twitchy, and very possibly insane, so if I recently left a comment in your LJ or sent you an email that sounds, um, seriously weird, please ignore it. I promise not to take to the internet in the future unless I have had at least six hours of sleep out of the last 36. No, wait; that means I'll never be here again. Well, maybe I'll install a program that tests my lucidity before it lets me interact with the world. Anyone know of one?)

Best FF Featuring Percy Weasley and Adrian Pucey Working to the Same End, Which Would Probably Kill Them Both If They Knew About It. Hee! True But Not Nice, by V, aka deepsix. Harry Potter, Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood. This story really had me at the first paragraph, which is so perfectly high school that I had to obtain alcoholic refreshment before I could continue reading. (Yes, memories of high school do make me want chemical oblivion. Or maybe it's that I'm hoping I'll manage to destroy the brain cells responsible for said memories. Really, given what I can recall of that period of my life, either explanation seems likely.) The story carries on feeling just like adolescence, too, from the incredible rumor-mongering (really, don't these boys have spells to practice or blowjobs to give or something?) to the remarkable maturity displayed by all concerned (kindergartners have more instinctive grace and empathy than Pucey as writen by V) to the obsession with other people's love lives. Well, wait. I'm actually more obsessed with other people's love lives now than I was then, provided I'm allowed to count characters as people (and, hey, I know some of them better than my own sister, so I hope like hell I can count them as people). Scratch that last one. So, this story: very true, not especially nice, but with an ending that reminds you why you bothered to grow up. Plus, it's got Oliver Wood in it, and my Best Beloved feels strongly that there should be more stories about him. An all-round winner, in other words.

Best FF Featuring the Best Summary Ever of the Entire Batverse: "A Lifetime of Secrets, Angst, and Danger." What Fun They Do Have, Those Batties. Go Down Knowing, by Te, aka thete1. D.C. Universe, Tim Drake/Bernard Dowd*. So. You'd think Tim would already know everything there is to know about the difficulty of having multiple lives. But no, the Batworld can always think of something new to throw at him. How do Bats handle relationships with normal humans? Extensive experimentation (see Batman, issues 1 - infinity, for example) would indicate that they don't. Can't. And Tim is a good boy. He follows the rules. And if he leaves himself an out? Well, hey; he found the Batclan with his phenomenal research skills and stubbornness and methodical insanity. (Which all proved he was so right for the clan that they had to recruit him before the bad guys did, but that's another story.) Maybe someone else can figure it out that way, too, and wouldn't that be a sign from above. This is one of those stories that leaves me longing for a sequel every time I read it, and grouchily muttering under my breath when I discover it's still a stand alone.

Best FF That Proves That Giving in to Your Baser Impulses Leads to Embarrassment. And Hot Sex. So Give in to Your Baser Impulses Today! The Maiden Voyage of the Tiresias, by Shalott, aka astolat. Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson. Have I mentioned how I tremble in fear every time I visit Shalott's page? Because I do. The woman can make me read Aubrey/Maturin genderswitch babyfic, for Christ's sake, and like it. When she acquires a new fandom, it seems like only a matter of time before I do, too. (Still holding out on Stargate, though, by god.) In this story we have - something really quite indescribable, actually, so I'll skip describing it (there's cross-dressing, though, and Watson being Watson, and some surprisingly touching, um, touching). Instead, I'll talk about Holmes/Watson. This is a pairing I just started reading (any recs, anyone?) after avoiding it for my entire time in fandom. And I avoided it because it made no sense; I just couldn't picture Holmes ever voluntarily getting that messy or involved with people, except in pursuit of a case. What I forgot was the other side of Holmes, the one that seeks out socially unacceptable mess (opium dens and docks and slums) and clings to Watson as a balance for his self-destructive tendencies and an anchor to, you know, the real world, which is not necessarily something Holmes has much direct personal contact with. Shalott reminded me of all that with this story, which would have killed Sir Artie, and which is so perfectly in character and in canon that I almost believed Sir Artie wrote it. Damn it all, I've got a new fandom. Another one. At least it's a very, very small one.

Best FF That Features Explicit Sexual Fantasies in the Presence of an Observant Nun, and Yet Doesn't Make My Flesh Crawl. Pattern Recognition, by actizera. Oz, Tobias Beecher/Christopher Keller. Thank god I didn't offer to do this set without Oz, too, because there just can't be a secrets and lies set that doesn't include Oz, the fandom of secrets and lies. This story shows the side of Beecher that's so damn good at self-analysis, so good at it and yet so incapable of taking action based on it, and so facile that he can lie to himself even as he's thinking about the truth, which is an impressive skill, I think you'll admit. And it also illustrates the biggest problem that Beecher/Keller faced, which is, in essence, secrets and lies. When they were together, there were nine thousand strings pulling them apart; everyone had a reason for opposition, and everyone also had a real reason, the reason they didn't tell, the reason they covered up. In this story, it's Sister Pete, who cares about Beecher and who wants the best for him. Unless the best involves Keller, because she just fucking cannot stand Keller. (Not to say that she doesn't have reason, mind you. She's one of the many blades of grass Keller tromped down in his single-minded Beecherquest, and she can't forget it.) Moral of this story? Don't piss off a nun, I guess, although I would hope you all already knew that, because nuns are really damn scary.

* Thanks, Te! I now know one more thing than I did before. And that thing is that someone at DC has a wicked sense of humor when it comes to names.
 
 
 
Waiting at Crossroadsguede_mazaka on October 21st, 2004 05:30 am (UTC)
In case you missed it, the drabble you asked for is here.
tried to eat the safe banana: Heartbeatthefourthvine on October 21st, 2004 09:02 am (UTC)
Oooooo! Yay! (More coherent comment over in your part of the world.)
Empress of All I Surveygornishka on October 21st, 2004 06:27 am (UTC)
Re: True But Not Nice

That was fucking awesome. I mean - Marcus Flint? ::pictures the teeth, is extremely repulsed:: And Oliver Wood? Wha? But - damn. Just, damn. So good.

And word to the sleep deprivation. Are you secretly me, but not?
tried to eat the safe banana: Freaksthefourthvine on October 21st, 2004 09:07 am (UTC)
I don't think I'm secretly you. Unless it's a secret even from me, in which case you better believe I am going to have serious words with my parents. Item number one in the Parent Code of Honor is "Thou shalt not keep illicit cloning experiments from your child, and that goes treble if said child is the subject (or the result) of them."

And, um. What's wrong with Marcus Flint's teeth? I don't remember any description of them from the canon, though I could've just blotted it from my mind. And I don't think I've ever seen a picture or drawing of him. So, enlighten a poor out-of-it fangirl: what's dentally repulsive about ol' Marcus? (Ew. I've got horrible images of green buckteeth now.)
Empress of All I Surveygornishka on October 21st, 2004 09:24 am (UTC)
I don't remember much about book-Marcus, but the kid who played him in the first movie sported a most unfortunate set of (non-green) teeth.
tried to eat the safe banana: Medicine is scarythefourthvine on October 21st, 2004 10:25 am (UTC)
EEEEK!

*recoils in fear*

Turns out I have a previously undiscovered terrodontophobia. Yow.
Dammit, Clark's penis is going in *something*.: Tim is thinking thoughts.thete1 on October 21st, 2004 08:21 am (UTC)
*heee* Bernard's last name is Dowd. :D
tried to eat the safe banana: Elektra is angrythefourthvine on October 21st, 2004 09:09 am (UTC)
Seriously? Huh.

Was there, like, a worst name contest at DC Comics at some point? Because, I mean - Dick Grayson. Bernard Dowd. All those Hanks everywhere. It's like the Hardy Boys Do Double Entendres over in that there canon.
Dammit, Clark's penis is going in *something*.: Dick: *SIGH*thete1 on October 21st, 2004 09:16 am (UTC)
*snickering* You CAN'T be in this fandom if you're not willing and able to put up with ENDLESS dick jokes.
tried to eat the safe banana: Batvinethefourthvine on October 21st, 2004 10:30 am (UTC)
Oh, I love me some dick jokes. Of course, I have to maintain rigid (hee!) compartmentalization in my mind, because my father is named Dick. Sad but true. So, on the one hand, I've heard all the dick jokes before. On the other hand, I'm doing my best to read them with new eyes, because I know that this Dick is likely to be fucking Tim on a fire escape somewhere before too many paragraphs are out. For the longest time I couldn't read slash involving Nightwing for that very reason, but I've learned to cope.

This will probably result in years of therapy at some point in the future. Your fault. Hope you're proud of yourself, young lady.

(I love that icon. That's - gorgeous. Would be one word that comes to mind.)
Dammit, Clark's penis is going in *something*.: Dick/Tim from Glock. Ee!thete1 on October 21st, 2004 11:42 am (UTC)
This will probably result in years of therapy at some point in the future. Your fault. Hope you're proud of yourself, young lady.

It's just not *fannish* if it doesn't lead to years of therapy, dear. :D

And thanks! Dick soooo pretty.

bee hee
Admission to the Burning Ruins — 10¢: art in the bloodlaughingacademy on October 21st, 2004 01:31 pm (UTC)
What I forgot was the other side of Holmes, the one that seeks out socially unacceptable mess (opium dens and docks and slums) and clings to Watson as a balance for his self-destructive tendencies and an anchor to, you know, the real world, which is not necessarily something Holmes has much direct personal contact with.

I’d say that Watson is Holmes’s link to the brighter side of the real world, the one where people don’t cut off and mail their unfaithful spouses’ ears after killing them, or seduce or murder their stepdaughters, or try to poison their baby stepbrothers, or...well, you see my point.

So far I’ve posted five Sherlock Holmes recs, one crossover rec, and (most of) an overview at crack_van, and I hope to do seven more recs before the month is out.
Breeamal: Sunshine!breeamal on October 22nd, 2004 06:46 pm (UTC)
I'm hoping I'll manage to destroy the brain cells responsible for said memories.
I feal your pain. Those years just keep getting fuzzier and I coul not be happier.
wembleewemblee on November 16th, 2004 11:35 pm (UTC)
This is quite late, but check out plaidder's website -- she wrote a sweet, engaging Holmes/Watson (one of the first on the internet, I believe) called "Absurdly Simple" (as well as two sequels).

There's a H/W archive here: Sacrilege!.

Aw, Holmes/Watson. Anytime people talk about slash starting in the '70s, I wonder how that can be when Holmes and Watson were around. Surely women wrote it and stuffed it under their mattresses.