question and answer session

lassiterfics has asked me a few questions...

1. What was your first favorite book?

First favorite book? Honestly cannot remember. There is a pretty good chance it was this illustrated children's version of The Odyssey -- the funny thing being here that I grew up with The Odyssey, and I know the story, and I love it a whole lot, but I've never actually read the actual Odyssey, even in translation.

2. Tell me about your favorite memory of winter.

Let us discuss the fact that I moved two thousand miles away from home to get away from winter...what, no? No? Okay. Um. You know, generally I just find winter kind of annoying and vaguely terrifying, and I don't think there are any specific favorite memories. Except. You know that feeling where it's friggin' freezing outside and you can't feel your toes or your fingers or your ears or your cheeks, or, well, anything, and then you go inside and it's warm and you can sit in front of a fireplace and listen to the flames crackle and drink hot chocolate? That's pretty good. (Yes. My house has a fireplace. Not favorite memories of winter include having to stomp outside in the FREEZING COLD, get the sled, manhandle logs onto the sled, drag the sled back to the mudroom to fill up the woodrack, and then repeat the process several times. THEN go inside.) Also, my birthday is in winter. I'm just sayin', here.

3. Top three fave foods?

Tekkamaki (tuna rolls), Hershey's milk chocolate, really good fresh-baked sourdough bread.

4. Okay so like, if a talking bird or a girl with pointy ears, or a wizened man in strange clothes barged into your life and said you MUST SAVE THEM. YOU MUST SAVE THEM ALL BEFORE THEY DIE. "This magic dagger will guide your way!" they insist. What would you do?

Well, there would be a couple moments of shocked blinking, and then some carefully trying to warn them away or get them help that is not me, but then I'd probably try to help and let them drag me around. Unless it was the talking bird. Because I have the worst ornithophobia ever; it is horrible. I'm sorry, birds are terrifying. But, I mean, there would be some attempts to back away and distract their attention, but if they're persistent they would probably end up with me eventually.

5. What word/phrase do you say too much?

LIKE. Because I am a teenage girl. Also, um, y'all, because I am distinctly not Southern. And occasionally I go through other phases where I say some phrase all the time -- the year of "OH DEAR" for everything was before I got on LJ...actually, in retrospect, it may have been before I got into fandom -- but I don't think I'm in one right now. Could be wrong, though.


In other, non-related news. I now own Stardust the book and Stardust the movie for, uh, research purposes. And...I like the movie better, because WTF Gaiman, that was your ending? Dude.

Also, now I want to write the fantasy quest story where it's the putupon single father that has to go on all the adventures in order to bail his questing son out of, like, jail or something. YOU KNOW. Because I like Dunstan better than I like Tristran/Tristan, and also, I am kind of in the mood where I want to turn tropes on their heads. Also, wouldn't it be awesome?

Dear father,

My greatest apologies for the lateness of this message; I know that you said to keep in touch, but I have been otherwise occupied, and it has been difficult to find ways of communicating.
[...several lines of dancing around the subject...]
Through no fault of my own, I have found myself in prison, and I need someone to stand surety for me so that I may leave. Father, you must understand that I did not do the terrible things they are accusing me of, nor would I call on you for anything that was not the direst of needs. I beg you to come and aid me; I understand that this will take you away from your business and I am fully prepared to repay you for any losses that you may suffer during the interim.

Your loving son

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I think someone turned my subtext generator back on, because Peta/Susan oh my god. Approximately one sentence after Caspian talking about he and Peta having sex up against walls.

Of course, earlier there is subtext along the lines of, "and then they kiss ON THE MOUTH," but whatever, that is totally different.

And then there is Edmund.

Edmund nods, the sleep clearing from his eyes. His gaze sharpens, more alert now, and he says, “Don’t worry about Lu; I’ll get her. She likes to sleep in the nude, and I don’t want to have to deal with you having seen two of my sisters in the altogether.”

“What?” Caspian says, faintly astonished.

Edmund shakes his head. “Just don’t ask. Really, it’s probably better not to know,” he says, then shuts the door in Caspian’s face.

35,118 / 50,000 (70.2%)

while we are here, some mental casting

Tirian in Dust: David Wenham, pretty much as he looks on that front page.

Eustace in Dust: Colin Morgan, maybe?

Jill in Dust: still up for debate. Vaguely considering Angel Coulby, but not really sure.

Osumare Seaworth: vague mental casting is Eric Bana, but, well. *throws up hands*

ETA: Dust 5 was supposed to be lowkey. Who needs lowkey when you can have AWESOME? Between this and Water, today is apparently my day to write Susan being a badass. ROCK ON.

Except. Going to bed now.