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Mar. 19th, 2022 04:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shallownessOn Sunday, I reposted With those lips (it'd be a waste) (Dark Angel. PG-13. Max, OC, Original Female Characters, Alec. Max/Alec. Words: 2,929. Summary: Girl talk. Flirtation. Realization. Response.)
I wrote this back when I was capable of writing fics above the 2,500 word mark, and it was first posted in May 2006. It was the next fic to be reposted (the old version is up on Livejournal, but this version can now also be found at AO3 and ff.net too. I went back to it that weekend my plans changed at the end of February. Apparently, I’d been editing it in September 2021, although when I read through it in February, that seemed to have involved introducing more punctuation errors. I think I set about editing more on this go around. My sense in doing so is that this fic says more about me then than I realised.
I’ve made a list of all my fics that are currently only available on my LJ or ff.net, so at least I know the scale of it. None of them are Dark Angel fics. I can’t promise to repost these fics any faster than I have done. I know I ought to try importing again (I don’t think I did back when I started on Dreamwidth) because there are reviews and meta that probably only exist there, but I haven’t minded editing old fics before reposting them, it’s just everything else that goes along with that and the time and energy for it. On the other hand, I’m not really writing fic now.
Well, I wrote a three-sentence fill. Original, OFC/OMC, fluff. Ice-cream melt But there isn’t a sff twist or anything to it.
Then I watched the BAFTAs with only residual partiality for certain nominees because I haven’t seen any of the films that were nominated. (I hadn’t even heard of Cyrano.) Thankfully, we mostly got over the James Bond‘s birthday thing. Dame Shirley from Tiger Bay opened the show in style (even if there was a touch of ‘good for her age’ about her voice.)
Rebel Wilson was way too salty for something going out on BBC One at 7 p.m. and it was a good job BAFTA Big Wig Prince William was sending a pre-recorded video, not attending, given we got two royal jokes. But I chuckled a lot and she was on point about women in Hollywood.
The winners were all spread out - Dune got the most BAFTAs, but mainly in the field of visuals and audio - which made it really hard to predict. Cumberbatch got snubbed for Will Smith, but then Joanna Scanlan (I’d forgotten, if I knew, she was Welsh, probably because I ignore the BAFTA Cymru awards) was awarded. The two biggest awards, director and film, went to Jane Campion and The Year/Hour/Hair/Power of the Dog, although that film hadn’t won anything up til then.
So, what BAFTA has done around diversity clearly paid off (if not so much for British performers?) Let’s hope they don’t have a Noel Clarke debacle again. Lady Gaga was involved in one of the most touching moments, giving way to last year’s rising star, Bukky Bakray, who is still a teenager, I think, and had to accept her award at home via Zoon, to award it to this year’s award. I thought Lynch gave another wonderful speech (as did Ariana DeBose), but SHOCKER, the great British public voted for the performer in the film they all went to see.
Poor Emma Watson had to deal with the bumpiest bit of proceedings when they hadn’t scripted that they were showing the second lot of nominees for Best British Film. It was noticeable that a lot of winners weren’t there – either because of Covid in some way or work or whatever, and sometimes the presenter would have to pretend that they’d personally hand it to someone they’d never met while two, three, four or five nominees thought, ‘Well, I turned up!’ It was better as we got higher the pecking order and people could accept on their behalf. This also allowed winners to talk longer, and I’ll just note how non-monoglot the whole ceremony was. I’ve never seen an interpreter come up to the stage, using an iPad and stepping up to the mike as happened for the director of Drive My Car. (I thought she did a great job), and then they’d clearly put some thought into needing a BSL and ASL interpreter for CODA stff (spot who didn’t watch Strictly in the audience) although, echoes of Strictly, I thought the choice of camera shots didn’t help TV viewers necessarily.
We saw so many trains, and capes, and Daniel Kaluuya vs Ru Paul on the men’s side. Oh, and the camera was OBSESSED with Olivia Jones, like the director was related to her or something. I know she’d been featured singing and her flm was one of the little films that could, but, despite Emma Watson and the West Side Story’s lead actress’s gurning, it she got more screentime than Cumberbatch.
And then, during the week, while watching The Ipcress File (I’ll get to that) I saw that Sanditon is coming back…to Britbox. Oh, ITV etc, that’s not enough to make me subscribe to it. I wonder if it was only after Bridgerton that they got the second series.
[Edited for typos 26/12/24.]
I wrote this back when I was capable of writing fics above the 2,500 word mark, and it was first posted in May 2006. It was the next fic to be reposted (the old version is up on Livejournal, but this version can now also be found at AO3 and ff.net too. I went back to it that weekend my plans changed at the end of February. Apparently, I’d been editing it in September 2021, although when I read through it in February, that seemed to have involved introducing more punctuation errors. I think I set about editing more on this go around. My sense in doing so is that this fic says more about me then than I realised.
I’ve made a list of all my fics that are currently only available on my LJ or ff.net, so at least I know the scale of it. None of them are Dark Angel fics. I can’t promise to repost these fics any faster than I have done. I know I ought to try importing again (I don’t think I did back when I started on Dreamwidth) because there are reviews and meta that probably only exist there, but I haven’t minded editing old fics before reposting them, it’s just everything else that goes along with that and the time and energy for it. On the other hand, I’m not really writing fic now.
Well, I wrote a three-sentence fill. Original, OFC/OMC, fluff. Ice-cream melt But there isn’t a sff twist or anything to it.
Then I watched the BAFTAs with only residual partiality for certain nominees because I haven’t seen any of the films that were nominated. (I hadn’t even heard of Cyrano.) Thankfully, we mostly got over the James Bond‘s birthday thing. Dame Shirley from Tiger Bay opened the show in style (even if there was a touch of ‘good for her age’ about her voice.)
Rebel Wilson was way too salty for something going out on BBC One at 7 p.m. and it was a good job BAFTA Big Wig Prince William was sending a pre-recorded video, not attending, given we got two royal jokes. But I chuckled a lot and she was on point about women in Hollywood.
The winners were all spread out - Dune got the most BAFTAs, but mainly in the field of visuals and audio - which made it really hard to predict. Cumberbatch got snubbed for Will Smith, but then Joanna Scanlan (I’d forgotten, if I knew, she was Welsh, probably because I ignore the BAFTA Cymru awards) was awarded. The two biggest awards, director and film, went to Jane Campion and The Year/Hour/Hair/Power of the Dog, although that film hadn’t won anything up til then.
So, what BAFTA has done around diversity clearly paid off (if not so much for British performers?) Let’s hope they don’t have a Noel Clarke debacle again. Lady Gaga was involved in one of the most touching moments, giving way to last year’s rising star, Bukky Bakray, who is still a teenager, I think, and had to accept her award at home via Zoon, to award it to this year’s award. I thought Lynch gave another wonderful speech (as did Ariana DeBose), but SHOCKER, the great British public voted for the performer in the film they all went to see.
Poor Emma Watson had to deal with the bumpiest bit of proceedings when they hadn’t scripted that they were showing the second lot of nominees for Best British Film. It was noticeable that a lot of winners weren’t there – either because of Covid in some way or work or whatever, and sometimes the presenter would have to pretend that they’d personally hand it to someone they’d never met while two, three, four or five nominees thought, ‘Well, I turned up!’ It was better as we got higher the pecking order and people could accept on their behalf. This also allowed winners to talk longer, and I’ll just note how non-monoglot the whole ceremony was. I’ve never seen an interpreter come up to the stage, using an iPad and stepping up to the mike as happened for the director of Drive My Car. (I thought she did a great job), and then they’d clearly put some thought into needing a BSL and ASL interpreter for CODA stff (spot who didn’t watch Strictly in the audience) although, echoes of Strictly, I thought the choice of camera shots didn’t help TV viewers necessarily.
We saw so many trains, and capes, and Daniel Kaluuya vs Ru Paul on the men’s side. Oh, and the camera was OBSESSED with Olivia Jones, like the director was related to her or something. I know she’d been featured singing and her flm was one of the little films that could, but, despite Emma Watson and the West Side Story’s lead actress’s gurning, it she got more screentime than Cumberbatch.
And then, during the week, while watching The Ipcress File (I’ll get to that) I saw that Sanditon is coming back…to Britbox. Oh, ITV etc, that’s not enough to make me subscribe to it. I wonder if it was only after Bridgerton that they got the second series.
[Edited for typos 26/12/24.]
