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Title: The Winding Roads They Led Me Here
Fandom: The Bletchley Circle
Characters and/or pairings: unrequited Millie/Susan
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,338
Contains: mild angst
Disclaimer: The Bletchley Circle is an excellent series that is sadly not written by me.
A/N: At some point I swear I will write fluffy Bletchley Park shenanigans for these two, ( Read more... )

Has anyone been watching The Bletchley Circle? Someone please say yes and come have capslock-filled conversations with me in the comments? Pretty please? Because it is a really fantastic show, combining so many of my favourite things: detectives! who are (were) also codebreakers! lovely fifties costumes! women being awesome! The finale gave us an ( Read more... )

Fair warning: you're getting a rambling series of thoughts about Richard II because my family are thoroughly bored of my attempts to engage them in conversation on the subject. And thus, I turn to LJ.

( How do I Shakespeare )

Dammit, Marvel, I don't need to accrue vast amounts of Loki feelings right now. I had so nearly decided not to take the Norse papers next year, but now I think I might have to, because how great is Loki? I mean, yeah, he's awful and obnoxious and there's that bit where the end of the world is kind of all his fault, but he's also a shape-shifter who ( Read more... )

While my internet was broken, I managed so much excellent reading. So much. I have fallen absolutely for the Mosca Mye books and I do not care what anyone says, I will always like well-written adventure stories with female protagonists and understated social commentary, whether they're found in the children's section or no. Mosca is so great.

And I ( Read more... )

I wonder how quickly my family would disown me if I joined the Historical Maritime Society? Because I have always, always wanted to try historical re-enactment, and also ships! Or boats, at least.

In the course of about twenty minutes, the weather has gone: lovely sunshine -> rampaging blizzard -> lovely sunshine -> driving rain - >a bit drizzly and grey. So I think I might postpone my walk for another day and instead go sit in the café that overlooks the harbour and try to salvage from memory the fic I was writing, a tragic victim of my ( Read more... )

Help. Why am I writing Hornblower and Maria's wedding night? I really, decidedly do not ship them, so why did this seem like a good idea? Oh yes, because in my head, TV!Hornblower is incredibly ace and no one else sees it, and so I must write meta thinly disguised as fic to work out my never-ending asexual frustration. That's why.

(No but really. ( Read more... )

If anyone would like to see some photos I've taken of Iceland, may I direct your attention to my imaginatively named new Tumblr, Photos of Iceland?