Dans la série "j'ai retrouvé des vieux machins sur mon DD", voici un poème en prose que j'ai écrit en première ou en terminale. Il s'agissait d'écrire une élégie à partir de la phrase d'Orphée (selon Cocteau, je crois?): "C'est trop long d'attendre le matin. C'est trop long d'attendre d'être vieux." En le relisant, je l'aime encore bien.

I WANT TO GO TO LONDON BECAUSE I MISS IT LIKE CRAZY BUT I CAN'T GO BECAUSE OF THE STUPID FUCKING OLYMPIC GAMES WHICH SUCKS BALLS 
And anyway I don't have any money so fuck it
Last night I dreamt that Benedict was giving me a foot massage, and guess what, he was good at it
I have a lot of stuff to do but I'm still going MAD from boredom
I need a new season of Top Chef why isn't there a new season of Top Chef I'd even settle for a new season of Top Chef Just Desserts the last French one was super dull except for the one time they invited Stéphanie back every single episode of French Top Chef should have Stéphanie in it
I don't know how to end this post so have a few recs of really good fics I've read lately (SPOILERS for Sherlock season 2):

With Patience He Stands Waiting by emungere: it's Mycroft/Moriarty and she makes it work. Better yet, she makes canon work, when I thought canon on this particular point was absolute bullshit (Mycroft just handing out informations on Sherlock to Moriarty just because the guy won't talk? Come on). The two characters are absolutely pitch-perfect; Mycroft is a tough one to write well, so is Jim, and usually you can't get more than one very difficult caracter completely right in the same fic, and yet emungere aced it, their voices and interactions are all amazing and so cleverly thought-out. I'm wowed by this writer all over again.

Don't Explain by rotaryphones: A post-Reichenbach/Empty House fic which HURTS, and it HURTS SO GOOD. Fantastic angst, the kind of which you can't get enough because this is the first post-Reichenbach fic I've read where John's psychological recovery over Sherlock's return is so deep and tortuous, and where John appears very, very human. Great fic, can't wait for more.

Oekakiiiiiiii! I'm back from Singapore where I bought the cutest Dorothy Perkins dress, and today mah homegirl Steph will be performing a girlvention on hopeless me to buy shoes that go with it.


OHMAHGAD, shoes! I've never felt so girly in my life!

ETA:

( And as a result... )

C'est sorti hier mercredi 25 avril, en principe dans toutes les bonnes librairies! Chopez-le si vous en avez l'occase et dites-moi ce que vous en pensez!



Et pour se mettre en jambe, il y a ce blog de bonus et de meta autour de l'univers de Rhapsody que Kappou et moi avons mis en place pour développer un peu nos thèmes et nos persos en-dehors du bouquin, y'a plein de trucs (dessins, textes, musique...) et c'est très bien si j'ose le dire moi-même:

"A l'évidence, l'annonce de la fin de Dieu a été d'autant plus tonitruante qu'elle était fausse... Trompettes embouchées, annonces théâtrales, on a joué du tambour en se réjouissant trop tôt. L'époque croule sous les informations vénérées comme la parole autorisée de nouveaux oracles et l'abondance se fait au détriment de la qualité et de la véracité: jamais autant de fausses informations n'ont été célébrées comme autant de vérités révélées.
Pour que la mort de Dieu fût avérée, il eût fallu des certitudes, des indices, des pièces à conviction. Or tout cela manque... Qui a vu le cadavre? A part Nietzsche, et encore... A la manière du corps du délit chez Ionesco, on aurait subi sa présence, sa loi, il aurait envahi, empesté, empuanti, il se serait défait petit à petit, jour après jour, et l'on n'aurait pas manqué d'assister à une réelle décomposition -- au sens philosophique du terme également.
Au lieu de cela, le Dieu invisible de son vivant est resté invisible même mort. Effet d'annonce... On attend encore les preuves. Mais qui pourra les donner? Quel nouvel insensé pour cette impossible tâche?
Car Dieu n'est ni mort ni mourant -- contrairement à ce que pensent Nietzsche et Heine. Ni mort ni mourant parce que non mortel. Une fiction ne meurt pas, une illusion ne trépasse jamais, un conte pour enfants ne se réfute pas."

Michel ONFRAY, Traité d'athéologie, Grasset, 2005.

I'm in New Zealand trying to fight jet lag by watching the first episode of Julian Fellowes's Titanic TV series (thanks to the ever adorable evildrem) and I'm finding this guy



INSANELY attractive. I don't even understand why, he's not exactly my type, but every time he's onscreen I find it difficult to concentrate on the dialogue . Plus I have a weakness for serious, dependable elder brothers who take care of their younger brothers, you know I have.

PLEASE do not die, Gorgeous Italian Hunk. I couldn't care less about your brother so far, but after only two scenes with you I think it would pain me very much to see you drown.

Previous (mainly fics) rec posts here, here and here FYI

I keep accumulating Sherlock fan stuff I want to rec, and I can never find the time to put up one big post, so I've decided I'll do it bits by bits. Here below is, as it is announced in the title of this post, fanvids, art recs and a fanmix rec.

( I never knew daylight could be so violent )

You're all welcome to give your opinion on this, guys: Rachel and I are working on a cover for the first volume of Mytho, and we're hesitating between two choices of composition. Which of the two covers below would attract your eye and make you want to grab the book to see what it is about?

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Poll #1829902 Mytho cover
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 20

Which cover caught your eye the most?

It really doesn't matter if you don't know anything about cover art or comics or whatever, we really need all the opinions we can get, just tell us what works for you or not. If you can explain your choice in the comments (even if you have never commented on this journal before) it would be even better (but of course it's not at all compulsory).

Il y avait un meme qui traînait dans le coin où il s'agissait de poster les trucs pas finis qui moisissaient sur nos disques durs. En fouillant pour autre chose, je suis tombée sur ce début de fic que je ne vais sans doute jamais finir, mais dont je ne suis pas mortellement embarrassée après relecture, alors je me suis dit que j'allais le poster quand même.
J'avais commencé à cette fic pour berylia ; c'est basé sur Emma de Kaoru Mori, et c'est du Hakim/Arthur. Le titre provisoire était "Les mille et une nuits d'Arthur Jones". C'est parti:

( La première chose qu'Arthur Jones vit en se réveillant... )

No. Nonononono. Not doubt. Not now.
No existential crisis about why and how and why bother anyway, shut up. SHUT UP SHUT UP.
Everything is going well, there is no fucking reason to second guess. JUST GET SHIT DONE, SELF, OKAY??? AAAARRRRRHHHH