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sour_idealistSo, uhm. Stuff.
- Went to the midnight church service. Can I just say that the Episcopalian liturgy is pretty gorgeous? I have got to make it to church more often, because it's a really wonderful thing. And the sermon tonight was lovely. "We are all good enough for God." Everlasting and unconditional love. That stuff. It's important. To me at least.
- Fic tonight. Yeah, not happening. Nor any AMVs (good heavens, I have not posted anything real on YouTube in... forever. I do not want to drop out of that part of my life, but on the other hand I just sort of have. This makes me sad, but I am lacking in inspiration to get back into it. Maybe I can pull off something Christmassy tomorrow after the hours of present-opening?)
- (That last parenthetical gets an explanation in its own bullet point. Yeah, there about a dozen people in just my immediate and dad's side of the family, and everyone's around now, and we are all lucky enough to be able to get presents for everyone else in the family. Sometimes multiple presents, depending on what we're getting. Twelve people each giving out eleven or so presents, multiply, add in a few extras, add in presents sent down by great-aunts living several states away... it is ridiculous under that tree. And we are all going to pack into a not-that-huge-actually living room and open all of those presents one. At. A. Time. And (hopefully) back in everyone's happy faces. I love my huge crazy extravagant generous family, just throwing that out there.)
- Christmas Eve dinner with said crazy massive family: glory of cake and fish and wine that I have once a year because I feel I should and I take about two sips and go "Oh, this just tastes nasty," and go and get apple cider, and potatoes and Buche de Noel (insert accents mentally, it's almost 2 a.m.) and the plum pudding that sort of collapsed on itself, and we're eating all of this rather posh food (I love saying posh) with brightly colored tissue paper crowns from the crackers on our heads, and washing all the dishes while singing "Green Grows the Rushes Oh" at the top of our lungs, and just - I love my family, okay? We are basically the stereotypical WASPs in many ways (actual crackers and numerous fancy kinds of cheese before dinner, guys) which I acknowledge means we do carry a lot of privilege but at some point this is also my culture, okay? and maybe that isn't fair but CHILDHOOD MEMORIES ALL OVER, here. And we are total dorks as well (so many stories I could tell) and I just. I love my family. I get overwhelmed by all of it easily and it is going to take some work to avoid a row, as always (especially with one of my aunts) but I really do love them.
- What is it about Christmas crackers that the ones with harmonicas in them will always go to the people who will play said harmonicas all through dinner? (So we are not as formal as we might be, I suppose.)
FANNISH STUFF.
- I think it is gonna be my turn to write another "SO WHAT HAPPENED TO SUSAN" story. Most of the ones I've found seem kind of anti-canon, you know, like a lot of the Twilight antifan-fics, and I don't wanna do that. I have a lot of ideas rolling around, about "Once a king or queen in Narnia, always a king or queen," and how that doesn't specify that they'll always be kings and queens of Narnia, and about feminism and faith, and about the whole lipstick-and-nylons things representing not sexuality or anything, but about Susan rebelling against the way she's belittled and talked down to for her sex, and trying to regain a little bit of the control that she had as Queen by manipulating men, which: wrong way to go about it. And the Narnia-was-just-a-game thing starting out as code so she and the others could talk about it at fancy parties and in plain sight, and then as the constraints of the world start seeping into the house, she uses the code in a point when the others don't realize she'd feel the need to.
And it is gonna have a lot to do, as well, with redemption, and Susan basically becoming a major part of the battle for woman's rights after the train wreck, and just laying claim to the power she used to have. (It's also going to be one of those old-soul-in-a-young-body, we-were-the-effing-kings-and-queens-how-do-we-go-back-to-being-Finchley-schoolchildren stories, because fascinating.)
- Inception is still lurking and ready. I'm going to write:
Anyway, so, yeah.
- Went to the midnight church service. Can I just say that the Episcopalian liturgy is pretty gorgeous? I have got to make it to church more often, because it's a really wonderful thing. And the sermon tonight was lovely. "We are all good enough for God." Everlasting and unconditional love. That stuff. It's important. To me at least.
- Fic tonight. Yeah, not happening. Nor any AMVs (good heavens, I have not posted anything real on YouTube in... forever. I do not want to drop out of that part of my life, but on the other hand I just sort of have. This makes me sad, but I am lacking in inspiration to get back into it. Maybe I can pull off something Christmassy tomorrow after the hours of present-opening?)
- (That last parenthetical gets an explanation in its own bullet point. Yeah, there about a dozen people in just my immediate and dad's side of the family, and everyone's around now, and we are all lucky enough to be able to get presents for everyone else in the family. Sometimes multiple presents, depending on what we're getting. Twelve people each giving out eleven or so presents, multiply, add in a few extras, add in presents sent down by great-aunts living several states away... it is ridiculous under that tree. And we are all going to pack into a not-that-huge-actually living room and open all of those presents one. At. A. Time. And (hopefully) back in everyone's happy faces. I love my huge crazy extravagant generous family, just throwing that out there.)
- Christmas Eve dinner with said crazy massive family: glory of cake and fish and wine that I have once a year because I feel I should and I take about two sips and go "Oh, this just tastes nasty," and go and get apple cider, and potatoes and Buche de Noel (insert accents mentally, it's almost 2 a.m.) and the plum pudding that sort of collapsed on itself, and we're eating all of this rather posh food (I love saying posh) with brightly colored tissue paper crowns from the crackers on our heads, and washing all the dishes while singing "Green Grows the Rushes Oh" at the top of our lungs, and just - I love my family, okay? We are basically the stereotypical WASPs in many ways (actual crackers and numerous fancy kinds of cheese before dinner, guys) which I acknowledge means we do carry a lot of privilege but at some point this is also my culture, okay? and maybe that isn't fair but CHILDHOOD MEMORIES ALL OVER, here. And we are total dorks as well (so many stories I could tell) and I just. I love my family. I get overwhelmed by all of it easily and it is going to take some work to avoid a row, as always (especially with one of my aunts) but I really do love them.
- What is it about Christmas crackers that the ones with harmonicas in them will always go to the people who will play said harmonicas all through dinner? (So we are not as formal as we might be, I suppose.)
FANNISH STUFF.
- I think it is gonna be my turn to write another "SO WHAT HAPPENED TO SUSAN" story. Most of the ones I've found seem kind of anti-canon, you know, like a lot of the Twilight antifan-fics, and I don't wanna do that. I have a lot of ideas rolling around, about "Once a king or queen in Narnia, always a king or queen," and how that doesn't specify that they'll always be kings and queens of Narnia, and about feminism and faith, and about the whole lipstick-and-nylons things representing not sexuality or anything, but about Susan rebelling against the way she's belittled and talked down to for her sex, and trying to regain a little bit of the control that she had as Queen by manipulating men, which: wrong way to go about it. And the Narnia-was-just-a-game thing starting out as code so she and the others could talk about it at fancy parties and in plain sight, and then as the constraints of the world start seeping into the house, she uses the code in a point when the others don't realize she'd feel the need to.
And it is gonna have a lot to do, as well, with redemption, and Susan basically becoming a major part of the battle for woman's rights after the train wreck, and just laying claim to the power she used to have. (It's also going to be one of those old-soul-in-a-young-body, we-were-the-effing-kings-and-queens-how-do-we-go-back-to-being-Finchley-schoolchildren stories, because fascinating.)
- Inception is still lurking and ready. I'm going to write:
-A backstory for Ariadne, involving a single mother and dreams as aspirations and Ariadne dreaming up an effing galaxy
-Ariadne/Mal (one-sided ghost chasing) with a general theme of obsession
-Symbolism involving Ariadne's name and claiming the labyrinth and Ariadne as the only one who won her prince by saving him and didn't turn evil
-An interpretation of Eames/Arthur (in-canon) as if they were together a while ago and had the messiest breakup in the history of messy breakups, and Arthur just trying to go OH YEAH IGNORE THE ELEPHANT IN THE CORNER while Eames keeps shooting him looks saying "I know all about that elephant, you fiddle with your tie and buttons but I know what you look like wearing nothing but tangled sheets and sweat and that tie wrapped around your wrists, and don't you ever forget that," and a lot of Arthur/Mal friendship in the background, with him missing her. Because I can't see Eames/Arthur as something going on now, but I can see there as having been something there.
-Bisexual!Arthur + Confused!InternalizedHomophobic!Lesbian!Ariadne + Gay!Eames as the Queer Dreamers' Support Club Team.
- Possibly a crossover with bookverse Howl's Moving Castle, with Howl and Sophie and Michael and Calcifer as another dream team.
-Ariadne/Mal (one-sided ghost chasing) with a general theme of obsession
-Symbolism involving Ariadne's name and claiming the labyrinth and Ariadne as the only one who won her prince by saving him and didn't turn evil
-An interpretation of Eames/Arthur (in-canon) as if they were together a while ago and had the messiest breakup in the history of messy breakups, and Arthur just trying to go OH YEAH IGNORE THE ELEPHANT IN THE CORNER while Eames keeps shooting him looks saying "I know all about that elephant, you fiddle with your tie and buttons but I know what you look like wearing nothing but tangled sheets and sweat and that tie wrapped around your wrists, and don't you ever forget that," and a lot of Arthur/Mal friendship in the background, with him missing her. Because I can't see Eames/Arthur as something going on now, but I can see there as having been something there.
-Bisexual!Arthur + Confused!InternalizedHomophobic!Lesbian!Ariadne + Gay!Eames as the Queer Dreamers' Support Club Team.
- Possibly a crossover with bookverse Howl's Moving Castle, with Howl and Sophie and Michael and Calcifer as another dream team.
