falafel_musings: (ros/guil)

 


Serverus Snape and Hermoine Granger
...Unsung Heroes

Agghh! Potter post! Admittedly this was the toughest stocking to make because a) I've been having some weird technical difficulties with this LJ post and pieces of it keep disappearing! b) I'm only a Potter-lite fan and it's scary trying to search this massive fandom to find the best goodies. My apologies if this stocking feels less stuffed than others. 

I'm pleased to be asked to focus on Snape and Hermoine though. It's a while since I read the Deathly Hallows, but my abiding memory is that these two character were the one who came through as the true heroes in the end. The chapter revealling Snape's memories was my favourite and like kajam I'm in the camp that likes the Snape/Lily story. I think Snape's backstory brings a great clarity to his adult character; both his bitterness and his capacity for selfless heroism. I really look forward to seeing the marvellous Alan Rickman playing Snape in the last two (three?) movie adaptations. 

As for Hermoine...well, I really lost count of the amount of times that Harry would have been killed or captured if Hermoine hadn't been there helping him. Not to diss, Harry - he's a brave lad who coped well with the ridiculous pressures and torments that were inflicted on him in his seven school years. But despite being 'the chosen one' Harry was not an exceptional wizard and Hermoine was an exceptional witch. She didn't get by on dumb luck - she studied and worked her ass off. Without Hermoine's skills, brains and loyalty Harry would have been screwed. I really do love the Harry/Hermoine friendship. Some fans want more than a friendship. Well okay, then...since it's Christmas. Lots of H/Hr in my links!         


Quotes by and about Snape
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potionmaking," he began. "I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses ... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death -- if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." 

Alan Rickman talks Snape
 "He's a complicated person and there's clearly a past that's getting worked out through the films. And you have to keep wondering, how come it is that he's saving their lives all the time."


Snape Gallery (including Snape/Lily)


    

  

  
 

Hermoine Granger Recs for daybreak777
(with a preference for Harry/Hermy)


  

Vids:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PtC3mCfvHoc
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mv6PGhCICXk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iVyXmzylhGk&feature=related

ICONS:

http://community.livejournal.com/magicaltrio/24461.html
http://ennelya.livejournal.com/43235.html

FANMIX:
http://community.livejournal.com/hygenic/24991.html
http://community.livejournal.com/magicaltrio/23683.html
http://community.livejournal.com/hygenic/17131.html#cutid1

FICMIX:
http://community.livejournal.com/hygenic/22383.html#cutid1
http://community.livejournal.com/hygenic/20218.html#cutid1

AWESOME FIC:
EVERYTHING in this page:

http://fated-addiction.livejournal.com/tag/harry/hermione
http://cold-campbells.livejournal.com/48302.html#cutid1%22
http://community.livejournal.com/hygenic/21394.html#cutid1

FUN STUFF:
http://community.livejournal.com/harryhermione/1987040.html


 
All links provided by
[livejournal.com profile] lenina20 
Thank you, Len!




Merry Christmas [livejournal.com profile] kajam  and [livejournal.com profile] daybreak777 
falafel_musings: (lost/charlie)


Charlie/Claire...an unfinished melody
 

I'm not a PB&J shipper, but I do consider myself a Charlie/Claire fan. I never thought this was a perfect relationship. I was never sure if I wanted to root for this relationship. But I'm a fan because this couple had more reality and delicacy than any other Lost pairing. They were sweet, they were messy, they were two emotionally damaged people who found a few precious moments of harmony together. There were times when their relationship was unhealthy and destructive. There were other times when they brought peace to each other and to the whole horrible island ordeal and that was a beautiful thing to see.

In S1 I really wanted Charlie/Claire to remain a platonic pairing. I loved seeing them as soul mates and best friends. I loved that they had the same taste in bracelets and often wondered if they shared nail polish. How I wish Charlie had lived to find out about Claire's gothic years! These days I see PB&J more as an unrequited love story. For Charlie I feel it was love at first sight. The moment he saw Claire and her pregnant belly she represented his redemption. She could heal the loss of his family. She was a holy beacon of purity and virtue that could inspire him to quit his bad habits and become a good person again. I think Claire thought Charlie was sweet, she liked him as a friend, he made her feel safe, but she just wasn't ready to let her guard down with any man. Her child was her priority. I do feel like CCs shared kidnap/ordeal with Ethan created a deep unspoken bond between them. Even when Claire became angry and untrusting of Charlie she never really lost that connection with him. This is what causes Claire to reach for Charlie's hand in the funeral scene. Their relationship was very instinctive. 

Well, the less said about how the show chose to end their relationship the better really. Charlie died for his love of Claire and Aaron (not surprising or unexpected in the slightest - just tragically in Charlies nature). I think we have to interpret that Claire (in spite of her promise) emotionally distanced herself from Charlie, knowing she would soon be losing him, since she took no time to mourn or memorialise him. But in spite of the shows failings, the grief over the loss of CC has been strongly felt by the fans. Still they are the focus of so many beautiful vids and fics. So lets embrace the fans vision of PB&J in this stocking...




Fanfic Exert

She is a vision of beauty even in her darkest hour. Twigs and clumps of dirt cling to her blonde hair. Her eyes are red and swollen from the tears she shed, and her lip trembles, whether from fear or anguish, he knows not.

But this despair fits the passion in her well. He always felt that she was a person whose moods only showed in tandems. She could only be incredibly miserable or incredibly joyous, with the pendulum incapable of stopping in between.

When he stands up, she shuffles forward, wants to embrace him, but still fears him, because he is a symbol of death. He is gone and she's made her own closure, and this does not need to be any harder than it already is.

She settles, instead, for standing inches from him, absorbing his invisible warmth, but refusing to touch it, lest she be burned. She spills her secrets, tells him the story of how she lost her son, of how she lost two weeks of her life, and of how Locke told her that if anyone could help her it would be him.

It's the wildest of tales, even for this island. It's the type of misery that no one deserves least of all Claire and her son.

"You need to bring him back," she whispers, and it's painful, cuts through his heart and soul and shatters everything.

He closes his eyes and nods. She crosses the divide, slips her fingers into his, amazed that he is corporeal, and squeezes tightly.

This is them. They were not built on grand gestures, but tiny ebbs and steady cadence. He died with love for her on his lips and visions of her flashing before his eyes like guardian angels calling him home. And his love and devotion for her doesn't weaken or waver even after death. The type of love that anchors through a storm.

In the name of Claire, he leaves the island. (Jacob leases him to the outside world in the hope that he will bring this island back together again.) In the name of Aaron, he talks to Hurley and watches the others.

In the name of the love he holds for both of them, he will bring their family back together.

From Five People Charlie Pace visits while dead and one who comes to him by [livejournal.com profile] angeldylan628 




PB&J fanvid recs

You're All I Need by Kajam
The best C/C vid of the year along with 'Open your Eyes' (the vid linked at the top of stocking).
Two gorgeous epics offering fans of this couple a much happier ending.

Distance by ludblond
A C/C vid made for the 'Save the Junkie' campaign. Still one of my favs!

Who wants to live forever by Rodimusben
A tragic yet elegant vid set to one of the most powerful ballads about love and loss.

We'll sing a Whiskey Lullabye by littletonpace
A haunting little AU vid. Charlie and Claire's suicidal drunken romance. 

Sampson by LostnDomsEyes
Poor sweet C/C. A tribute to their utterly forgetten beauty in S4.

Ladies Choice by Pendora
This is more of a Charlie/all the girls vid. But I love seeing Charlie as the unlikely stud of Lost!

Breathe Me by Jemmz
A vid in which we make-belief that Charlie's sacrifice got everyone rescued.

A cold wind will blow through your door by lostwithoutdom
A vid in which we make-believe that Claire read Charlie's Greatest Hits list. 

Fantasy by Ais
A vid in which we make-believe Charlie and Claire had sex! Red hot sex!


Oh and one last thing....

...it's extra smooth..and very sweet!

 

Merry Christmas [livejournal.com profile] sapphire_child 
 
 
 
falafel_musings: (firefly)
  
 
Kate....The Girl Who Killed The Girl Next Door


I'm probably the worst qualified person ever for making a Kate stocking, but I will try my very best for Lenina, because I'm such a fan of her passion. Lenina is so deep and illuminating she can often get me fascinated about Kate's role and even the cursed triangle! I like Len's concept of the triangle as a narrative device that characterises Kate and her daddy issues. Sometimes I feel like I'd like to remove the triangle altogether and look at Kate as an individual, but then I think Len would tell me that the Jack & Sawyer sides were there in Kate before she came to the island, only they used to be called Sam & Wayne.    
 
 
When Kate is sitting on her mother's porch, playing with a lighter and preparing to commit murder/arson, she is wearing a Janis Joplin T-shirt. This is awesome. Joplin died at age 27, the same age as Kate when Flight 815 crashed. But of course, everyone gets a new life on the island and even though Kate has now been rescued the island has a hold over her. When Kate is off-island her hair is straight, flat and boring. When she is on-island Kate's hair is big, wild and curly, like Joplin's hair. So I'm think Kate clearly belongs on the island. Oh and lastly Joplin's favourite drink was 'Southern Comfort'  which tells us all we need to know about Kate's prefrences (right Freckles?) .
 

Okay so that was the worst Kate-meta ever. I doubt I could tell Len anything about her dear Katie that she don't already know inside-out. But still I hope she enjoys this Kate-themed post of pics, fic and vids in honour of her undying fandom obsession. 


 
         


Untitled Kate Ficlet (Kate, Aaron, mentions of Charlie/Claire)
I've never written Kate before. For Len, I'm prepared to give it a try...

Kate hadn't slept in three days; not since leaving the house. She looked out over the darkened car park from the motel window. Her eyes were red raw, her vision blurring with the shadows. She felt like she was drunk, though Kate had almost forgotten that feeling. She hadn't had a drink in three years. She wouldn't let alcohol put her off guard or rankle her emotions even for a moment. But this sleep loss had an inebriating effect of its own. When she had been running on her own Kate had slept in barns, under bridges, on park benches, you name it. She always slept lightly with one eye open. But it was different now. Back then she only had herself to take care of. She didn't have anyone else to watch out for. 

Kate looked over her shoulder. Aaron was in his pyjamas, bouncing on the motel bed.

Tears of exhaustion bled from her eyes. Kate knew she couldn't run from this. She knew this lie, this crime would to catch up with her. This time she would not escape punishment. Any day now Jack would catch up. Or maybe it would be Widmore's people or Benjamin Linus or the island itself. Kate couldn't escape the visions of Claire that haunted her dreams. She couldn't escape the whispers on the telephone. The voice that told her 'You're not supposed to raise him'. The voice that sounded like Charlie. She knew it was hopeless trying to run. Kate just wasn't in the habit of surrendering. 

"Stop doing that," she hissed to the toddler on the bed. "Sit down."

Aaron stopped jumping and stared at her in confusion. Kate stared back at his perfect little face, his sunny blonde hair, his eyes of purest blue. Aaron was the sweetest looking kid. How could anyone believe that he was hers?
   
"What is it, mommy?" he asked plaintively.

Mommy. Kate shuddered at the word. She had always promised herself that she would never become like her mother. She wouldn't let herself get pushed around and yelled at by some angry drunk excuse for a  man. She wouldn't lie to a child about who it was that made them. She wouldn't build a cosy little home around herself and live her life in denial.

Except that now...she had done all those things and much worse besides.

"I'm not your mother..." she said.

There, she had said it. After holding the confession back for so many years she was surprised how quickly the words tumbled out. She was tired. She was sick of it. And she had finally said it. 

Aaron continued to stare at her, not understanding or maybe just waiting for her to explain. Kate crossed the room. She opened up the suitcase; the suitcase with the gun inside. If only she could get the kid to hate her and then teach him to shoot there might be an easy way out of this, one that Kate would approve of. But no. It had to be this way. And this was going to be so much harder... 

Kate carried the tiny plastic bag back to the bedside. She sat on the mattress beside her stolen child. First she took out the photographs; three of Claire and one of Charlie. Then the knitted sock and the silver ring that she had found in Aaron's crib the day before she escaped from the island. She laid all these objects out on the bed.

They were real. They existed. Just like those two people had existed. 

It was time that Aaron knew of their existance too.       

( by [livejournal.com profile] falafel_fiction for lovely lenina )


Kate Vid Recs

Missing by Belxf
Winner of last years LVI tourney. A post-island AU story where Kate marries Sawyer, but still feels drawn towards Jack. One of the most stunningly crafted fanvids ever made I think. It's flawless.

Easier to Run by polarbear
A Skate vid which really focuses on the badassery of this ship. Made before S4 so it features no stupid mommy!Kate. Lots of angst, lots of violence...a tribute to the Bonnie & Clyde years!

Walking Behind by Ais
A fluffy upbeat Skate photo album. I'm surprised how much I love this!

Good Enough by littletonpace
I know Kate and Juliet are lenina's favourites, but does she like them femmeslashed? That I don't know, but this AU Thelma & Louise style story was very well done.

Breakdown by Belxf
Another great femmeslash vid, this time with Kate/Claire before the baby stealing story.

Kill Me Kate by jemmz
This is one of my favourite AUs! Kate/Sawyer are a pair of con-artists. Kate marries rockstar Charlie, steals his wealth and blows up his house. Charlie survives and comes back to take some insane revenge! 

Be Our Guest by movie83
Crack!vid. Kate is Belle in a sadistic spoof of Disney's 'Beauty and the Beast'.


      

Kate wishes to blow up the house and leave you now....
Merry Christmas [livejournal.com profile] lenina20


 
 
falafel_musings: (LoM)

John Simm...Time/Space Cowboy
Oh, it's great to have found some new John Simm fans this year! Simm is my oldest TV boyfriend. He's practically my TV hubby. I've loved him since I was about 10 and he appeared in a naff little sitcom called Men of the World, playing a whiny nancyboy called Kendal who needed to be taught how to be a man. Ha!! Yes, I've always loved the beta males, haven't I? I've watched Simm grow up on screen and yet never look any older thanks to his cute boyish Peter Pan looks. I'm a particular fan of his TV career (for some reason his film choices were never so good). He's really the TV treasure of my country.

Sam Tyler finally made Simm a mainstream star (much as he hates it). I love everything about Life on Mars but my disappointment with its sequel Ashes to Ashes tells me that Sam/Simm was the heart of this show. I know people gripe about LoM being too short but I think the conclusion was so satisfying. Of course I was thrown into confusion when A2A told us that Sam Tyler had died (again?) in a high speed chase. Knowing Sam I have to wonder whether he really died or reincarnated himself by time travelling into another body. Let's see...where could Sam have woken up the next time?


Other Great Simm Roles on British TV

Bill Nash in Cracker
Anyone fancy some John Simm ho-yay? In one of his earliest TV roles Simm plays Bill Nash, a disturbed teenage murderer who gets his gay boss to fall in love with him and protect him as they go on the run together. Yes, Simm has always been good at playing those vulnerable lunatic characters. His work on Cracker caught the attention of esteemed Brit screenwriter Jimmy McGovern who would later cast him in the lead role of his new drama series The Lakes.
 
Danny Kavanagh in The Lakes
Ooh! Pace! Did you know you can now watch the whole of the first episode on youtube? Check out this playlist! Ooh, I love The Lakes. Gritty tragic dark humoured drama. The characters are brilliant. Simm plays Danny, a cheeky Scouser with a gambling addiction and a love of poetry who leaves the city for the Lake District and soon becomes the town's scapegoat. This show was notorious for its very graphic sex scenes so if you want to see Simm naked...just saying. 

Rodya Raskolnikov in Crime & Punishment
I was a big fan of the book so I was delighted to see Simm in the staring role as Raskolnikov, one of the most fascinating cerberal murderers in literature. The production value of this drama series was excellent; a great adaptation with Simm suitably crazy and compelling in the lead role. Oh and teh sexy long hair! 

Ace in Canturbury Tales 
I had almost forgotten that Simm stared in one of the mordern Canturbury Tales series! His episode wasn't the best of the run, but still pretty engaging. He plays Ace who (in this scene) finds himself the loser in a love triangle. He doesn't take it very well and attempts to burn the happy couple. "You're only being nice to me because you're covered in petrol." Oh, how we love psycho-Simm.

Daniel Appleton in Sex Traffic
This drama series is seriously good, but very very hard to watch. Simm's Daniel is the only character who really softens the blow. He plays a reporter/charity worker who gets caught up in an investigation into victims of the sex trade. Really disturbing stuff, but Simm's sensitive bespectacled everyman helps you through it. 

Edward Sexby in The Devil's Whore
Simm's latest TV role is no less gritty and powerful. He's a battle-scarred Puritan soldier in the English civil war, in love with a woman who doesn't love him back, wouldn't you know it. Sexby is a much more mature role for Simm. He finally looks his age and commands the screen with such ease.   





     

 

 


Sam Tyler Theory by Psyche-8
Because I know that pace loves her theorising!
 
There are two Sams. One is a 37 year old man living in 1973 called Sam Williams. The other is a 37 year old man living in 2006 called Sam Tyler. 
   Both Sams have a great deal in common, so much so that you could say that they are living parallel lives albeit 33 years apart. There also bear an uncanny resemblance to one another. 
   DCI Sam Williams is a forward-thinking officer at Hyde police station in Manchester in 1973. When he was 12, he was involved in a coach crash which claimed the lives of both his parents and left him in a catatonic state for a while. He recovered, grew up and joined the police force. At the age of 37, he was offered the chance to go undercover as a DI, working to bring down the corrupt DCI Gene Hunt. He collaborated with his mentor, DCI Frank Morgan to come up with an alternate identity as Sam Tyler, a name he took from a grave stone near where his (Sam Williams’s) parents were buried, and he set off on his assignment.
   DCI Sam Tyler is a forward-thinking officer for Greater Manchester police in 2006. When he was 12, he was involved in a coach crash where he was injured but no-one else was seriously hurt. He recovered, grew up and joined the police force. At the age of 37, he was in the midst of a difficult case that he felt powerless to solve, and which culminated in the kidnapping of his girlfriend. Hating feeling so helpless, Sam found himself wishing that he could be somewhere where he could really make a difference.
   On the same day, at the same time, in the same place, exactly 33 years apart, both Sams were knocked down by a car. Sam Williams was killed instantly but Sam Tyler survived and ended up in a coma. However, because in that instant the separate timelines somehow overlapped, Sam Tyler’s spirit was transported across time and he woke up in Sam Williams’s body in 1973. Because of the fortunate coincidence of Sam Tyler’s name and Sam Williams’s assumed name, Sam Tyler from 2006 was able to seamlessly assume Sam Williams’s whole identity. Frank Morgan merely assumed that Sam Williams had successfully convinced everyone that he was Sam Tyler, little realising the truth and simply putting his strange behaviour down to amnesia from the crash. In the scene when he’s showing Sam the graves and telling him about his real existence as Sam Williams, there’s a very good reason why Sam has no memory of any of these events – because he’s a different person.
   However, while Sam Tyler’s body lay in a coma he was caught between the two timelines, hearing sounds and voices from 2006. He remained in this limbo-like state for a year and then finally woke up. When he did, he realised that he had a choice – to remain in 2006 or to return to 1973 where he could really make a difference. Because of the existence of Sam Williams in 1973, Sam Tyler had a ‘doorway’ to the past. He could go back, be Sam Williams for the rest of his life and no-one would be any the wiser. Thus, that was the choice he made and he knew that the only way he could go back and stay in 1973 permanently was to sever all links with 2006. Which is why he committed suicide. The body of Sam Tyler will eventually die. When that happens, Sam will be free. He'll stop hearing voices and be fully in 1973.
   So, what do you think? Good explanation?

   There’s a tinge of The Man Who Haunted Himself (the old Roger Moore movie) here.
 


Merry Christmas[info]pacejunkie
and[info]alixzin

 
 

falafel_musings: (Lost 1)
               
    Boone...God's Frickin Gift to Humanity
 
When making a Boone stocking, I found myself thinking of him as Janie's Boone more so than Darlton's Boone. It's amazing how one fanfic writer can take a character and discover so much potiential in him. The Boone in this stocking is into liberal politics and anti-war marches. He's a fan of folk music, mostly Dylan and Simon & Garfunkel. He got teased by his campmates for his huge unnecessary collection of pens. He has a crush on Jack which the Doctor secretly returns. Oh, not sure about the incest thing. Maybe Shannon stole one of Boone's boyfriends and that's why he's mad at her? Or maybe Boone's jealous because Shannon scored with Sayid and Boone had been wanting to play the field? Yes, that'll be it.

The Boone in this stocking probably did have sex with Jack. Because something good had to happen for Boone before Eko's plane fell on him, right? Boone was the sacrifice the island demanded because he was the Prettiest castaway ever and Jacob wanted him all for himself. But don't worry. That rotton old pervert didn't get to keep the Pretty.

Boone is now running his own Airport Heaven where he welcomes the newly dead into his sexy cool afterlife for their spiritual make overs. He has recently hooked up with a cute funny rockstar boyfriend.  

So here is a little musical and visual tribute to the one we call his Prettiness. 

 

 
         

 
Of course, what Boone stocking would be complete without...
TEH PENS!!! Pens of Doom!!


 
Fanfic snippet

Boone needed a pen. But he couldn’t just stop with one pen (the doctor only needed one, after all). No, he needed MANY pens. As he walked away from Jack, he reached in his pocket. Hah! He already had one! He glanced back at Jack and the unconscious lady. Hey, she could wait...

Boone darted off and spotted a man lying on the ground, groaning in pain. Boone stood over him and squinted, resting his hands on his knees.

“DO YOU HAVE A PEN?!” he screamed over the loud engines. A part of the plane was hovering above them, crackling and ready to break off.

“NO!!” the man screamed back, looking up at the piece of wreckage, alarmed.

“YES YOU DO!!” Boone screamed. “YOU WERE SITTING NEXT TO ME AND YOU WERE WRITING SOMETHING DOWN IN A NOTEBOOK.”

The man blinked up at him. “I’M MISSING A LEG.”

“GIVE ME YOUR PEN!!”

From The Big Island in the Sky...by[info]charlieshoodie

The Sound of Silence



            
His Prettiness Mini-Picspam
 

      

        

   

 



His Prettiness awaits you....
Merry Christmas[info]janie_tangerine

falafel_musings: (BSG)

                                     Baltar/Gaeta...Whispers of Doom

Okay, I'm going to go easy on the meta and the spoiler talk in this post. The Lords of Kobol know that we three can blather on all day over our BSG obsessions. Millari has asked for Baltar/Gaeta and lls_mutant asked for just plain Gaeta, so I'm doing a Felix heavy stocking for the pairing of doom. This stocking does give me a chance to air a deleted scene from one of my fics that didn't work out. But mostly I just want to say how pleased I am to have made some great new friends in Gaeta fandom, you two especially! You have been lovely fangirls to squee with.     
 


*Picspam and Meta*
The Baltar/Gaeta Story (S1-3)



So I love that this relationship has been canon since the mini-season. Gaeta is the only character considerate enough to realise that the cylons are using Baltar's CNP to take out the Colonial fleet. Gaeta is, of course, worried that Mr Wonderful is feeling ever so guilty over this. He tells Baltar he should let him know if he needs anything. Reassurance, cuddles, foot massages, anything!
  
   



At first Baltar was a little sulky about having this No.1 fanboy appointed as his lab assistant. I do so adore Gaeta's puppish attempts to impress Baltar while Six teases "You have a friend..." When Baltar decides to ditch Gaeta for a card game, watch out for how Gaeta hilariously searches his pockets for money for Baltar to put on the table. Oh, he's so precious! 

  


Oh, toilet scene. How do I love thee? This moment was a little piece of comic genius. I love the foot acting as Gaeta's toes slowly start turning inwards. The very insane eyeball acting from Baltar was also a treat. I really can't think of a more embarrassing situation than having your hero begging you to save his life while you are sitting on the loo. It could only happen to Gaeta.  




Aww. Baltar/Gaeta used to be so squishy. What I really love in this scene is Baltar's look of shock and gratitude when he realises that Gaeta's loyalty and effiencey have been his salvation. "I just knew you could never have had anything to do with that attack. You're not that kind of man." Oh dear. This is really the moment when someone should shoot poor Felix in the head as an act of kindness. As we know he is going to be emotionally destroyed by what is to come.




I love watching Baltar and Gaeta interacting during card games. Just little details like Gaeta stooping to collect Baltar's chips after he knocks them off the table. And Baltar sneakily topping up Gaeta's glass? I love to think that Baltar is trying to get Gaeta drunk with plans to seduce him later on. Something to heal his ego after his one-night stand with Starbuck. Because he could be sure that Felix wouldn't call out the wrong name.




As much as I love BSG: S2 there isn't much Baltar/Gaeta goodness to sink your teeth into. They share a few scenes together as the Brains of the Galactica, coming up with brilliant geeky plans to save humanity. But there's not nearly enough sexual tension for my liking. Though we do get one cute moment when Felix is feeling the pressure and he sighs "I wish Doctor Baltar was here..."




Now this is more like it! Oh New Caprica, you fertile land of angst, intensity and ho-yay. Gaeta becoming President Baltar's Chief of Staff was an inspired way to develop their relationship. I love how the scene where Baltar surrenders is shot with Felix fixing his eyes on his old hero and Baltar looking back, knowing how low he has fallen. This tension continues into the early S3 eps with Baltar and Gaeta exploding at each other over the death list. Oh and how much do I love the subtle touch of how they call each other by their first names during crisis moments? Love it....    




So this is the scene that confirmed Baltar/Gaeta as canon in my view. Gaeta's outpouring goes so much deeper than a Chief of Staff who is pissed with his failed President. You really get the sense that Baltar was Gaeta's entire world and now that world is burning down around him. This scene also proves to me that their relationship is not totally one-sided. Baltar doesn't make excuses. He listens to everything Gaeta had to say, he accepts his judgement and asks to be killed. Caprica-Six, the love of his life, stands ignored in the background as Baltar stares into Gaeta's eyes and begs for death. And I love that what Gaeta really wants is not to kill Baltar...but to see Baltar redeem himself.  




"Don't worry...we'll keep that a secret." Oh, the whisper that launched a thousand slash fics! The cell scene is so tantalisingly ambigious, so darkly intimate...how could it not inspire slash? I feel sympathy for both characters in this scene. Gaeta is so messed up. He has already suffered so much just for his association with the former president. And Baltar has been tortured, threatened, drugged, sleep deprived, force-fed, etc, since his capture. I feel they are both victims in this scene and they take it out on each other and that's so hurty and yet so hot. Lastly - I have to say it - am I allowed to read so much sexual innuendo into Gaeta being chosen to be Baltar's carrot? 




"Oh Felix...what are you doing?" So this is the scene I love and hate for exactly the same reason; because Gaeta does something very very bad. He lies in court in attempt to get Baltar convicted and executed. And this time, I really don't think his broken idealism had much to do with it. I think his adoring love for Baltar turned to dark bitter hatred and now Gaeta is lashing out in the only way he can. And you can see that Baltar is truly hurt by this betrayal from his old friend. Gaeta used to be the only one he trusted. But amid the angst we still get the classic "Butterfingers!" line. (again: innuendo?!) 



S4 Baltar/Gaeta: So in S4.0 we got about three seconds worth of Baltar/Gaeta. But I'm not complaining because those three seconds of Baltar watching over Gaeta in the infirmary were so perfect. It said so much about how Baltar had changed and revealled (maybe for the first time) that he actually cared about Gaeta in return. Not only did Baltar care enough to visit him; he also cared enough not to approach him in that moment and trying pushing his One True God spiel on Felix. In three seconds that's an awesome development

I've no idea how the writers will resolve this relationship. I really hope they allow the gay undertones to come to light especially now the webisodes have confirmed that Gaeta likes boys. Even if it's only unrequited love I'd like to see it acknowledged. And at the same time we have Baltar/Six, Gaeta/Hoshi, the Zarek story and religious absolution to look forward to. Looks like S4.5 will have great arcs for both our boys.


   


Deleted Scene from an unfinished fic (Gaeta, Cottle: PG)
 

But speak no more...my life you can take...to have her pleeeease...

Felix felt a hand pressing his shoulder, nudging him out of his trance and another chorus of his feverish lament. He swallowed his last searing note, turning it into a muffled cough. He rubbed his eyes. It was only Cottle standing over him, his brow crinkled with concern. 
 
"Am I bothering the other patients?” Felix asked in a voice much smaller than the one he had been singing with. This had been praying on his mind.

 

“Not at all, son,” Cottle assured him. “I just wanted to give you this.”

 

Felix frowned as the doctor handed him a sheet of office paper. It had been folded into two so that it resembled a greeting card. Inside the fold there was a collection of scribbled messages in rushed handwriting. Messages from Tigh, Dualla, Hoshi…the whole CIC team. There were clipped sentiments such as ‘We miss you’ and ‘Hang in there, son,’ along with promises that they would come visit him soon. Felix wondered if any of them really meant it. Dee had drawn a picture of a girl’s face; crying and signed it with her name. That one at least felt sincere.

Felix had to squint to read Hoshi's muddled message. In broken sentances Hoshi had written that he had been thinking of him a lot in the last two months, that he was so worried when he heard about his leg, that he really wanted to talk to him, but he didn't wish to trouble him. Felix sighed. Hoshi had been shyly flirting with him ever since he had returned to his post in the CIC after New Caprica. On the day of Baltar's acquital and Starbuck's miraculous return, Felix had got himself quite seriously drunk at Joes and wound up in Hoshi's rack. He didn't know how he felt about the guy yet. At the time Felix had just needed something to relieve his frustration. Then he had been assigned to the Demetrius crew. He hadn't even been able to say goodbye to Hoshi due to the classified nature of the mission. Felix didn't really know what to do with Hoshi's affections. He thought the guy seemed nice, caring, but it had been proved in the last few years he wasn't such a good judge of character. Besides, he didn't want to use Hoshi. He knew only too well how it felt to be used.   

 
Felix let his eyes stray down to the lower corner of the card to read the Admiral’s message; ‘Your seat in the CIC is waiting for you, Lieutenant’. As he read this, Felix had to bite down hard on his lower lip to keep from whimpering. Whilst he had been lying on that bunk on the Demetrius; his wound festering in the hot rancid air of the sewage ship, he had been considering that a mutiny against Captain Thrace was really mutiny against Adama himself. Felix had feared that he would be facing not only loss of limb on his return to Galactica, but the end of his military career. The end of his entire life. The old man’s message seemed terse but forgiving. Felix was so thankful for it. If nothing else at least he still had his job to do.

 

“I’m sure they’d have liked to send you something more,” Cottle commented, taking a cigarette from his pocket. “Don’t take it personal. They're being kept busy up there.”

 

Felix shrugged. He was quite happy with his piece of paper. He liked how he could hold it upright on his chest and shield his eyes from the sight of his lower body.

 

Cottle began to move away from his bedside, reaching for his lighter. Felix’s hand whipped out and clasped him by the sleeve, halting him in his steps.

 

“Could I get another shot of morpha please, doc?” he asked as sweetly and politely as he could while the pain drilled into his bone marrow from just below his knee.

 

Cottle frowned. “Felix…I gave you a shot just three hours ago. I can't be giving you anymore until tomorrow. You know how our supplies are.” Cottle sighed. “You better keep singing, kid...”

 

“I’m bothering people...” he hissed, gritting his teeth, clinging to him tighter.

 

Cottle chuckled. “Believe me, Felix, your singing is the least of their troubles. Besides, you’ve got a sweet sounding voice. Even President Roslin thinks so. I think it brings them peace to hear you. Personally I prefer it to listening to any more of that religious claptrap their broadcasting on the wireless.”           

 

Just the allusion to Baltar was enough to start the tingling in his nerve endings. Felix squeezed his eyes shut, grimacing and squirming. A hundred white hot needles were being pushed into his skin. Into the flesh and the muscle and the bone that wasn't there anymore. The ghost of his missing leg still burned and writhed as though it were being dipped in pool of molten larva.  

 

"I need some more frakking morpha,” he blurted out, heedlessly.

 

Cottle sighed, prying Felix’s fingers from his sleeves.

 

“That’s the pain talking, son. I’m afraid there’s nothing we can really do about that. I keep telling you…these drugs have little effect on phantom limb syndrome. It’s a well known fact. You're just going to have to find your own way of coping.”   

 

“Doc, please…I need…”

 

Keep singing,” Cottle told him again...


 

 
Merry Christmas 

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Red Dwarf....better Dead than Smeg...

Fan Blather: Oh, the geeky nostalgia! Red Dwarf was my first fandom obsession, along with Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy and the Discworld novels. I became a fan when I was eleven! Fifteen years later, I still love the characters and it still makes me laugh. As requested this stocking is dedicated to S1-6 of the show...the glory days! 

There isn't actually that much Dwarf to be found online. I'm remembering now that my family didn't have a home internet connection when I was in my RD fandom years. I just watched the show, collected the novels and tie-in books and subscribed to the fanclub mailing list. One year I even attended the annual Dimension Jump convention and got to meet the whole cast! I kissed Craig Charles on the cheek and stole one of his cigarette butts (what can I say? I was in love...) 

So the lovely elliot has asked for a stocking filled with Classic Red Dwarf Moments. The 'Shrinking Boxers' scene (above) was voted as the fan's favourite moment in Better than Life fanzine. While this moment is hysterical and unbeatable, there are so many great moments and great lines to choose from (people say Firefly is quotable? Pah!) So here's a big spam of my favourite quotes and clips centering around the four main dwarfers. *sniff* I miss the old posse!

 
                                                                                                                                                                                              
 

Rimmer Quotes and Clips


Kryten: This man not guilty of manslaughter, he is only guilty of being Arnold J Rimmer. That is his crime...it is also his punishment!

Dear Rimmer, we have gone on a fishing holiday...

Rimmer:
Look, I'm not much good at big speeches, and I know I haven't always been an easy guy to get on with and I know that given the choice I probably wouldn't have chosen you as friends, but I just want to say that over the years I've come to regard you as...people I met. 

Rimmer: Look, I've come to warn you...in three million years you'll be dead!
Past Rimmer: [mock surprise]: Will I really?!!
Rimmer: Yes, unless you do something about it now.
Past Rimmer: And what do you suggest? Give up white bread? More roughage?

Well Sartre...we don't like existentialists around here...

Rimmer
: I don't loathe myself. What is there one could possibly loathe about me?
Kryten: Would you like the list, sir?
Rimmer: What list?
Kryten: Well, there was the fact you were despised by your parents for failing to achieve their standards. The fact your three brothers were all such high-flyers in the Space Corps and you ended up servicing chicken soup machines. There's your inability to form long-term relationships with anyone, your cowardliness, your lack of charm, honour or grace and the awful knowledge that throughout your entire life nobody has ever truly liked you because you are so fundamentally unlikeable.
Rimmer: Oh, that.
Kryten: Please don't interrupt, sir, I'm only half-way through my list.

Rimmer:
Now this three-dimensional sculpture in particular is quite exquisite. Its simplicity, its bold, stark lines... pray, what do you call it?
Legion: The light switch.
Rimmer: The light switch.
Legion: Yes.
Rimmer: I couldn't buy it then?
Legion: Not really....I need it to turn the lights on and off.

You want to fly on a magic carpet to visit the king of the potato people...
 
Rimmer: It's my duty...my duty as a complete and utter bastard!
 

 

Lister Quotes and Clips

Rimmer: [jogging] Morning, Lister! How's life in hippie heaven, you pregnant baboon-bellied space cookie? What's the plan for the day, then? Slobbing in the morning, followed by slobbing in the afternoon, then a bit of a snooze before the main evening's slob? God, you're a disgrace to the species!

Lister to Red Dwarf...we have in our midst a complete smegpot.

Lister
: I'll tell you one thing. I've been to a parallel universe, I've seen time running backwards, I've played pool with planets and I've given birth to twins, but I never thought in my entire life I'd taste an edible Pot Noodle.

Lister: Cat...d'you ever see the Flintstones?
Cat: Sure.
Lister: D'ya think Wilma's sexy?
Cat: Wilma Flintstone?
Lister: Maybe we've been alone in deep space too long, but every time I see that body, it drives me crazy. Is it me?
Cat: I think in all probability, Wilma Flintstone is the most desirable woman that ever lived.
Lister: That's good. I thought I was going strange.
Cat: She's incredible.
Lister: What d'ya think of Betty?
Cat: Betty Rubble? Well, I would go with Betty... but I'd be thinking of Wilma.
Lister: This is crazy. Why are we talking about going to bed with Wilma Flintstone?
Cat: You're right. We're nuts. This is an insane conversation.
Lister: She'll never leave Fred, and we know it.

I've got a taranshula with an eye the size of a meatball setting up home in my joy department...

Lister:
Don't give me this Star Trek crap. It's too early in the morning.

Psiren: How long has it been since you made love to a woman?
Lister: I admit it's been a while.
Psiren: It's been over three million years, Dave.
Lister: I prefer to count it in ice ages. Then it's only four. Count it in leap ice ages, hardly even one.
Psiren: That's a long time Dave for a man of your drives.
Lister: It's a long time for an Albanian sheppard who's allergic to wool.

Lister: Well, I say lets get out there and twat it.

Yeah, the axeman is back!

 



Cat Quotes and Clips


Cat: Hey, this has been a really good day. I've eaten five times, I've slept six times, and I've made a lot of things mine. Tomorrow, I'm gonna see if I can have sex with something!

Cat: We ain't gonna find 'em. They're gone, buddy. But look on the bright side — they're gone, buddy! 

Tongue tied...whenever you are near me...

Cat:
  Wait, I know this game. It's called cat and mouse, and there's only one way to win; don't be the mouse.
Lister: What are you saying?
Cat: I'm saying, the mouse never wins. Not unless you believe those lying cartoons.

Cat: All in all, a 100% successful trip!
Kryten: Sir, we lost Mr. Rimmer.
Cat: All in all, a 100% successful trip!

This is a job for the Riverera Kid!
 
Lister: Why do we never meet anyone nice?
Cat: Why is it we never meet anyone who can shoot straight?

Cat: I say it's time we put on the jet powered rocket pants and junior birdman the hell out of here!
Kryten: An excellent and inventive suggestion, sir, with just two minor drawbacks: one, we don't have any jet powered rocket pants, and two, there's no such thing as jet powered rocket pants outside the fictional serial Robbie Rocketpants.
Cat: Well, that puts a crimp on an otherwise damn fine plan.

 



Kryten Quotes and Clips


Kryten: Pub...ah, yes. A meeting place where people attempt to achieve advanced states of mental incompetance by the repeated consumption of fermented vegetable drinks.

Oh spin my nipple nuts and send me to Alaska!

Lister: Computer senility. Such a weird condition.
Kryten: I know. I had a mechanoid friend once who suffered from the same affliction. His name was Gilbert, but he preferred it if people called him "Rameses Niblick the Third, Kerplunk Kerplunk, Whoops, Where's My Thribble." A sad case.

Lister: Just out of interest: Is Silicon Heaven the same place as human heaven?
Kryten: Human heaven? Goodness me! Humans don't go to heaven. No, no, somebody just made that up to prevent you from all going nuts!

No vaccum clearer should give a human being a double polaroid.

Kryten: I suggest you do not blow your nose.
Lister: Do you mind if I ask why?
Kryten: Well, let's forgoe the noise and the revolting burbling sound and get straight to the really grose part where you always - and I mean always - having blown your nose have to open up the handkerchief and take a look at the contents. I mean why? What do you expect to see in there? A Turner seascape perhaps...the face of the Madonna...an undiscovered Shakesperian sonnet??

Rimmer: So, Kryten, you've heard of this "Inquisitor"?
Kryten: Only as a myth, a dark fable, a horror tale, told across the flickering embers of a midnight fire, wherever hardened space dogs gather to drink fermented vegetable products and compete in tales of blood-chilling terror!
Rimmer: A simple "yes" would have sufficed.

Sir, are you absolutely sure? I does mean changing the bulb.




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