Youtube Just Recommended Re-watching The Broadchurch Series 2 Trailer, And I Had Genuinely Forgotten

How To Train Your Dragon is my favorite children’s series ever. Seriously. Even more so than Harry Potter or The Outsiders. I love the HTTYD films equally as much but in my opinion the books are so much more adult and so much WISER than anything else I’ve ever read in any other kids’ story. Cressida Cowell understands how the world works and how children cannot remain so forever, and how with friends and family there will be loss and hurt; for god’s sake, she writes things that are more adult in that story than most kids’ books even touch on. There’s one point where Hiccup is being eaten alive slowly by a snake-like dragon whose stomach juices are eating away at Hiccup’s feet, and another where he’s being literally tortured by Alvin the Terrible by being dunked in the freezing sea over and over again for longer and longer periods. But the story approaches life in an amazing way and is even more beautiful and amazing for when Hiccup and his friends triumph.

If you’ve never read these books, go do so. Now. You won’t be disappointed.

The thing that is so exciting about the Thirteenth Doctor is the fact that she’s starting off with a clean slate. She’s excitable and childish and so much lighter than any of the other Doctors since the start of the 2005 series, and that’s because she can be. Doctors Nine through Eleven had their childish sides, yes, but there was so much darkness there behind their eyes and actions. So much pain. He was the last of the Time Lords. Until halfway through Eleven’s journey he believed that he had committed the most atrocious act of murder. But when Gallifrey was saved there was hope. Hope for the next day. Hope for the time when maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t be so alone anymore. Twelve started out colder and more aloof but by the end he’d thawed considerably and even told the Doctor he would become to ‘Work hard, run fast, and be kind’.

And she does, and she is. She doesn’t hold onto the burdens of the past. She’s not the murderer of her people. She’s not the last of the Time Lords. She’s lost her family, and there’s real sadness there when she talks about them to Yasmin and Ryan and Graham, but she’s learned how to build around the grief and carry them with her. There’s steel there in her when she’s facing evil, but that’s simply the Doctor shining through. 

She’s just brilliant.

“What town is that?”

Longstreet looked. “Gettysburg,” he said. 

The Killer Angels, Michael Shaara, p. 16

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It’s been a long time since I’ve watched season 1 of Broadchurch straight though, but man, the Latimer family kills me. Ashamed to say that when I first watched the series Beth got a lot of my attention (not really ashamed, just guilty), and then Mark ripped my heart out in S3, and meanwhile poor Chloe just got shafted to the wayside. Watching the series though again as a whole recently, though, I found myself paying a lot of attention to her.

This is the moment that served to punch me in the gut the first time, but it’s so much worse now in hindsight. She’s a fifteen year old girl who’s just lost her baby brother to a horrific murder, and now on top of that grief she’s overhearing her parents’ marriage falling apart.

And she’s probably thinking that it’s her fault. She got Becca Fisher to confess to the police she was having an affair with Mark to get him off a murder charge, sending her the assurance that ‘no one else needs to know’. But Beth finds out anyway, and Chloe doesn’t know how she does. She likely assumes the police told her, which in her mind paints her as the guilty one in all this, because if she hadn’t told Becca to talk to the police, Beth wouldn’t have found out.

It’s just a sad moment all the way around, and beautifully shot. She’s still a child struggling with her own grief over a dead sibling, but the camera angle shows her isolated. Her parents’ door is closed, obviously because of their argument, but it also shows Chloe’s extreme loneliness in this moment. Is it any wonder why she had a room at Dean’s to help her forget she’s the ‘dead boy’s sister’?

Just heard a local radio station talking about the president's who came from Ohio. When they got to the part where they talked about Ulysses S Grant, they played the Imperial March from Star Wars.

???

If they were trying to compare Grant with Darth Vader and the Empire, I don't get it.

Edit: now they're playing Stay by Maurice William's after talking about James Garfield's assassination.

Frodo & Bilbo play Scrabble regularly and are VERY competitive

I’m fascinated by Tess, and I’ll be perfectly honest in saying I do still ship Alec/Tess. This fic itself isn’t shipping in terms of the show but gives a (hopefully) realistic reasoning as to how Alec and Tess may have first met, how their marriage dynamics would have been, and how their marriage ultimately dissolved.

As a shorter summary, Tess can be a possessive bitch and Alec is too “good” sometimes for his own well-being.

Just once, when the Master is revealed to be The Master, I don’t want the Doctor to be all horrified and taken aback and be all like ‘oh my gosh it can’t be’. 

I just want an exasperated eye roll and a ‘fuck’s sake, you again, huh?’

But why fanfiction?

I got asked again recently why I write fanfiction and not ‘proper books’ (I’m pretty open about my fic writing, I’m not ashamed). I told them what I’ve told everyone else - I’ve done both and this is so much better. 

I self-published a YA novel a few years back, the plot of which I was super proud of, and I even have ideas for two sequels, but they’ll never see the light of day. I just have no motivation to write them, and world building is hard and that amount of effort just doesn’t seem worth it.

See, everyone I knew wanted to read my novel, but no one wanted to buy it. Probably about 40 people read it but I only sold 16 copies, and for the effort to format text into a publishable format, the cost of ordering proof copies only to find it was wrong and to do it all again, and the stress of the whole process was just so not worth those few dollars that I made. But I knew going into it that I wasn’t going to be one of those fairy tale stories of an unknown author suddenly becoming a sensation overnight. The story was too obscure, set in Western Australia and wasn’t an ‘outback romance’ which is the only ones that seem to be popular in this setting. I’m more than okay with that because I have fanfiction now.

The difference? I have thousands of people reading my stories, and not just reading them, but I get feedback from some of them (never enough, we authors are fickle creatures who always want more comments, more interacton, more discussion). The thing is though, fanfiction gives me an audience that I will never have from my YA novel. That audience already exists, it’s out there, and they’re hungry for the story to continue. Not all fanfiction is successful - the people who read it aren’t a mindless mass; they have expectations, standards, itches that need scratching. Quality matters, but not just the quality of the writing but of the idea. It’s not just formulaic bullshit that a ghost writer can churn out, change the names but the plot is the same and then throw a big name author on the cover and it’s instantly a bestseller. We’re forgiving of small mistakes if the plot makes us want to keep reading until dawn lights the horizon, we’ll salute the authors who write in English when it’s not their native language and will gladly offer help with those phrases that they’re not sure of, and best of all, we stick together to protect and support each other from annon hate so those ideas have a safe place to grow. We’re a community, a family.

Fanfiction has also given me a platform to improve my writing. Looking back at the standard of my work at the very beginning (and even in my novel) I cringe now at how terrible it was. I’ve written over 1,200,000 words of fanfiction and I’m forever improving. I know how to properly punctuate dialogue tags now, my vocabulary has expanded, I’m not afraid to use adverbs just because some twat said ‘show, not tell’ is better. If an adverb makes the story flow better than three extra waffly sentences then I’ll damned well use it and be proud of it. I’m more confident in my writing and that shows in the quality. I would never have gained that confidence by selling fifty thousand books to ‘silent readers’. It’s the interaction, the feedback, the community that fanfic has that has made me a better writer.

So that’s why I prefer to write fanfic over ‘proper books’ and I will fight anyone who says that we’re not real writers. At the end of the day, people read fiction to be entertained and if I can honestly say that thousands of people from all over the world have been entertained by my fanfiction, that makes me a real bloody writer.