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My House Fan Fiction Rec List, Part One: House/Wilson Recs

Introduction

Other Ship Recs

Gen Recs

Miscellaneous Recs


House/Wilson Recs

Total # of fics = 455

recs A-B )recs C-D )recs E-F )recs G-J )recs K-N )recs O-R )recs S )recs T )recs U-Z )
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My House Fan Fiction Rec List, Part Three: Gen Recs

Note that other sections of this list may also contain fics that could be considered "gen" (especially the House/Wilson section).

Introduction

House/Wilson Recs

Other Ship Recs

Miscellaneous Recs


Gen Recs

Total # Fics = 267


recs A-C )recs D-F )recs G-J )recs K-N )recs O-S )recs T-Z )

House Family Fics )

Wilson Family Fics )
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My House Fan Fiction Rec List, Part Four: Miscellaneous Recs and Links to Comms/Archives

Introduction

House/Wilson Recs

Other Ship Recs

Gen Recs


Miscellaneous Recs

Total # fics = 119


Patient of the Week and Other Minor Characters )

Crossovers )

Remixes )

House Poetry )

Fan Fiction Comms, Archives and Fic Rec Communities )
topaz_eyes: (alarm clock)
Many, many kudos to [personal profile] felis for finding this first!

For those who've been missing Peter Capaldi from their screens... the song is "Someone You Loved" by Lewis Capaldi. (As it turns out, Lewis is Peter's second cousin once removed.) The video was made in partnership with the UK organ donation awareness charity Live Life Give Life.

topaz_eyes: (creamy cappucino)
Or so my Network tells me, anyway...

My favourite thing about eating a bowl of hot oatmeal for breakfast every day, besides the warm hug from the inside, is the spoonful *cough*or so*cough* of brown sugar I sprinkle on top. And my favourite favourite part of brown sugar, is that sometimes you find little (or not-so-little) crystalline lumps, or just lumps, of hard molasses which somehow escape the processing. Mmm, molasses-y goodness. An extra-tasty part of a hearty breakfast.

In sum: Topaz/brown sugar = OTP.
topaz_eyes: (she's got the meme)
So this fanfic trope meme is making the rounds, as last seen at [personal profile] nightdog_barks. Trope Meme Cage Match, everyone! (You must click on one or the other, or if you like/dislike equally, either "i like both" or "no opinion". It... kinda took me awhile to figure that out? Clearly I need more sleep or something.)

And the results are:

1 Hurt/Comfort
1 Snowed-In Cabin/Isolated Together For Extended Period of Time
3 Enemies to Friends to Lovers
3 Friends to Lovers
5 Found Families

The rest are under the cut. )

Makes sense to me that most of the AUs fall way down the list b/c I'm not an AU-kinda girl. (Says she who wrote a Victorian AU once upon a time *cough*.) I'm surprised the "Groundhog Day" trope ranked that high. Perhaps I need to investigate that trope more.
topaz_eyes: (Leonard Cohen song)
Just completed my January check-in at [community profile] getyourwordsout...

Yearly Pledge = 75,000 (6250 words/month, or 206 words/day)

Total # Words for January = 7396

The gritty details. )

Thinky thoughts. )
topaz_eyes: (Leonard Cohen song)
Reader, I joined [community profile] getyourwordsout.

I have pledged to write 75,000 words this year. 6250 words per month, or 206 words per day. Whether anyone other than myself will actually get to see them, is another question. I certainly hope some of them will make it out of my laptop! What's important is that the pledge is there, and now I must hold myself accountable to it.

Luckily, I adore spreadsheets.

I started tracking words before I signed up, just to see if it would be feasible. I... don't know how well it's going to work? My usual writing M.O. is to edit as I write. I know, that's bad form, and it stifles creativity yadda yadda yadda. But keeping words I know I'm going to cut is foreign to me. Usually I just delete wholesale, though if I really, really like them I'll cut and paste into a slush file. Right now I'm using the strikethrough for them. And since I must track all creative words, every time I write, it looks like I'll be using different colours and/or fonts. The drafts are going to look rather funky.

Currently, words are spread over 4 projects, with more to be added (or possibly dropped) over the year. Hopefully some will even be properly finished. :-D

Should be fun! Let's do this.
topaz_eyes: (red clouds woman)
1. Yesterday morning, I dreamt I was back at school again. School dreams have been a constant feature in my life for decades. For about 15-20 years after I finished my M.Sc., I always dreamed about signing up for full course loads in undergrad, then missing all my classes until final exam time. Lately, I've been dreaming that I've returned to high school. Not teenage!me, but today!me, an adult who's pushing 50 with two university degrees.

But yesterday, I was back in public school. Uhm. Okay? And Elvis Presley was my teacher. Young Elvis, as he was back in the 1950s/early 60s. The whole school was going on some sort of field trip, but we as Grade 7/8 students had the choice to go or stay. I stayed. He called me into his office just off the classroom and we chatted a bit about what I wanted to do in the future. Then I woke up and, as is usual for my early-morning dreams, was groggy for most of the day.

Later, I remembered his birthday was in January, but I didn't recall the date. (FTR it's January 8. He would've been 84.) My dream was only 3 days off. Happy belated birthday, Elvis!

2. Last night, the Mister and I watched Last Night, a Canadian comedy-drama about a group of people in Toronto during the earth's last 6 hours. It was released in 1998, the same year as those other main end-of-the-world flicks Armageddon and Deep Impact, except this time, there is no plan B and the world does end. I always wanted to see Last Night but never seemed to find the time to watch until, well, last night. The main characters are Patrick (Don McKellar), recently widowed and depressed who wants to be alone at the end; his friend Craig (Callum Keith Rennie), who's working through a very long sex bucket list and who wants to be coming when he dies; and Sandra (Sandra Oh, who steals the movie), who's trying to get home to her husband so they can die together, but she ends up stranded and asks Patrick for help.

It's melancholy to be sure, but it's also... rather sweet? (The title of this post is a line from the film.) And it's genuinely funny in places, too. I was meh on McKellar, but Rennie and Oh are amazing. Also Genevieve Bujold as Patrick and Craig's former teacher. Recommended if you're into this sort of genre, or if you're fans of any of the actors.

3. I'm still waffling on whether to sign up for [community profile] getyourwordsout. A 75,000 word minimum pledge is doable even for me, right? Even though I haven't seen that kind of word count since 2006? Three more days to sign up if anyone's interested.

Three things make a post.
topaz_eyes: (Tom Roberts moon)
Last night I dreamt I was back in the town where I was born, a small city on the Great Lakes. When I was young I had a paper route. It took well over an hour to complete every day, 6 days a week, because I had to walk 15 minutes or so, up a major, winding, narrow, and busy paved road, just to get to the paper drop-off site. My route finished in the cemetery. (No, the ghosts didn't subscribe to the newspaper, that I knew of. The caretaker lived there, in a lovely pink faux-manor house, complete with white pillars on the front porch). It's one of those very old cemeteries on the edge of town, with gravestones dating back to the mid-1800s.

The quickest route home was through the cemetery, down a winding gravel maintenance road, with seven bends and through a woody ravine, which conveniently opened onto the main road right beside my parents' house. It's a beautiful walk, favoured by dog owners and joggers, which completely avoids all the bustle on the main road. It's also isolated, but that never bothered me. Sometimes I'd veer off the path to look at the wild flowers that grew under the forest canopy. I found a Jack-in-the-pulpit once. I'd made a poster about Jack-in-the-pulpits in Grade Four for a research project. How cool was that, to find a real live one so close to my back yard?

Anyway, I'm walking down the road, which was quickly growing muddier and muddier the closer I approached home, but I don't remember it raining at all. On the way I passed two people, a woman dressed in a brown, late Victorian dress and hat, and then a man also dressed in late Victorian fashion, with a top hat and monocle. As we met, each person looked at me gravely and said, "Bill and Hilda Cramer are in trouble." Then each disappeared into the mist as they passed. Shortly after those encounters, my feet became stuck in the sucking mud about halfway home...

At that point I woke up.

I don't know anyone named Bill or Hilda Cramer, but whoever they are, I hope they're okay.
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1. This morning I dreamed I was watching a House/The Good Place crossover. This despite the fact I've never seen The Good Place. I learn about a lot of fandoms through simple osmosis. The episode was utterly hilarious, and I knew enough not to yell out certain details because I was watching with someone who hadn't seen either show.

1a) The more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that such a crossover should exist for real. Is anyone who knows both shows up to it? ;-)

2. I moved 9 unfinished files, dating back to November 2016, to their respective slush collections a couple days ago. The slush files grew by 8600 and 450 words respectively. Of late I've been using completely nondescript file names, like "stuffs", "still more stuffs", or "playing". It's always a pleasant surprise to open such files and go "wtf?" at what's in them.

3. I'm debating whether to join the Get Your Words Out Challenge at [community profile] getyourwordsout this year. The lowest pledge level is 75,000 words (6250 words/month or 206 words/day). My track record with such challenges, however, is poor. I'm also not sure how it will jive with my new "it's not writer's block, it's writer's hibernation" approach. Signups close January 15th, so there's still time to mull it over.

4. Doctor Who New Year's episode is today! Star Trek: Discovery starts later this month! I am excite!

Cool, cool

Dec. 30th, 2018 05:32 pm
topaz_eyes: (alarm clock)
So A Teaspoon And An Open Mind has changed its appearance! Now more mobile-friendly, and crisper, and clean. Looks pretty snazzy from here...
topaz_eyes: (brain storm)
In which there actually was fic, to my delighted surprise. Only 2 of them, true, but what lovely sheep they turned out to be:

X Company

Where The River Used To Be, Teen, Gen, Aurora Luft and Neil Mackay (background Alfred Graves/Aurora Luft). This year marked the thirty-fifth anniversary of the team. They were supposed to take a different tack. 20237 words. Warning: Major Character Death. Posted October 2018.

I'm still boggling at that word count. At that size, since my "average" fic clocks in around 2500-3000 words, and there are 7 chapters, surely it should count as 7 sheep in a trench coat? I remain so, so pleased with it. I didn't expect to finish it, considering I started it in February 2017 (and started over in May 2017 from a different direction), and then it sat for a full year while the rest of my writing brain caught up. Once it did, however, in September 2018, the fic finished writing itself in 3 weeks. It's my statement on the canon and the characters. And I'm chuffed by the response to it, too, well beyond my expectations.

To Meet On Safer Ground, Explicit, Tom Cummings/Neil Mackay. If Neil could make that leap, why couldn’t he? 4055 words. Posted December 2018.

The sequel to One Safe Place, in the planning stages almost since OSP was posted in 2016, and for which the writing process went like this for more than 2 years:

my writing process go figure


I used such a tight limited POV for Neil in OSP that it bordered on unreliable, so I always wanted to address it from Tom's POV. I couldn't grasp how, though, until I decided to look at Tom's characterization in 2nd season. Then it made sense, and 3 weeks later it was finally finished and posted. One little scene at the end even managed to sneak in from the very first draft of OSP, to bring everything full-circle.

(If you like the graphic, feel free to use!)

So, overall, we have 2 fics, and 24292 words posted. Not bad at all! For me, anyway.

I'm not going to do my usual fic meme this year, not for 2 fics. I'll just leave it as an exercise for the reader, heh. I did make one important shift in my approach to writing though: I no longer think in terms of writer's block. I think of it more like fallowing now, or incubation. If nothing seems to want to come, it's simply not ready yet. Work on something else and let the first idea fallow. It may never be ready, and that's okay too. I feel more settled about writing now that I'm choosing not to fight the block. It seemed to work this year. My muse appreciated the extra vacation time, too. Of course, it means I don't know what's in store for next year, if anything. There are some 5000 words this year sitting in unfinished files, that might or might not gel. Just have to see.
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Concrit is always greatly appreciated!

Edit: Now at the AO3.


To Meet On Safer Ground

by Topaz Eyes

Fandom: X Company
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tom Cummings/Neil Mackay
Summary: If Neil could make that leap, why couldn’t he?
Words: 4055
Warnings: none
Notes: Sequel to One Safe Place.

To the fic! )
topaz_eyes: (tomatoes)
OMG the clementine oranges are *fantastic* this year! Like bright little rays of sunshine in my mouth...

Vitamin C levels: rising!
collagen synthesis and cross-linking: in progress!
dopamine beta-hydroxylase: happily converting dopamine to norepinephrine!
carnitine synthesis: enough to shuttle all the fatty acids to the mitochondria!
reactive oxygen species: neutralized!

And thus I am rescued from scurvy.

(I so sorely need an orange icon... I guess a tomato will have to do.)

And I guess this can count as shitposting, heh.
topaz_eyes: (she's got the meme)
As seen on a few places on my network, and the new comm [community profile] journalmemes, and because I am actually in a position to participate: The 7 Meme!
The rules are as follows: Go to page 7 of your WIP, go to the seventh line, and share seven sentences. Then tag 7 people who you know will see this to do the same.

Well, I'm not one for tagging anyone specific: I tag everyone who would be interested, heh.

From the 2nd draft of a sequel to One Safe Place, that's been in the works for, uhm, only about 2 years:
When he’s done he holds it out; Neil takes it and puts it somewhere, then climbs back into bed. He pulls up the blankets and they lie side-by-side in the lengthening shadows of sunset.

“So what now?” Neil asks.

Tom rolls onto his side to face him, propping himself on his elbow. “We muddle through, I guess? Hope it’s enough?”

Neil looks up and gives him a small half-smile.

(I have been thoroughly enjoying this Dreamwidth renaissance! Hello hello!)
topaz_eyes: (blue cat's eye)
As seen on my Network page: [personal profile] rthstewart is hosting a Three Sentence Ficathon in their journal until January 31! Just as it says on the tin: leave prompts, write 3-sentence fics to fill said prompts. Also go read: marvellous little fics abound!
topaz_eyes: (Kirk&Spock-no wai)
This Week In Fandom has been covering the Great Tumblr Purge of 2018. Pillowfort (pillowfort.io) is being touted as one of the places for fandom to go, because it's a hybrid of LJ and Tumblr that allows more control on who sees and reblogs posts.

Except...

From The Indian Ocean .IO Domain Registration Rules:

5. APPROPRIATE USE

No .IO domain may be used, directly or indirectly, for any purpose that is sexual or pornographic or that is against the statutory laws of any Nation. In the event of the Registry being advised by any party that a specific site breaches this condition then the Registry reserves the right to immediately deactivate the offending registration.


Given the growing excitement around Pillowfort, this might be a problem for fandom... let's see where this goes.

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