Can I Sunday Six this stripper!AU I’m writing even though I’m going to try to get it posted before bed tonight?  I don’t care, I wanna share it (because I’m having a hell of a good time writing it!):

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miketooch:

kangaroonemesis:

Im not sure the new IT guy knows what he is doing…

Nonsense give him a promotion and his own corner office

miketooch:

kangaroonemesis:

Im not sure the new IT guy knows what he is doing…

Nonsense give him a promotion and his own corner office

(via mrsteller00q)

domdean:

best casts → mojo

(via curiousswan)

nothingsweeterthanben:

Freddie and Bel

nothingsweeterthanben:

Freddie and Bel

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Oh, hold me while I swoon.  Here is the fic I talked about at 221b Con any time someone asked me what my current favorite fic is.  I have such a love for this fic that it actually breaks my heart that I can rec it on this project, because really, you should all go love on it right now.

That’s it.  That’s the rec.  I’m not going to talk about it until you all go read it.

…okay, I know I can’t actually do that, but seriously, if you haven’t read it yet and you’re into 00Q, you need to ask yourself why you’re rereading that vaguely D/s megafic for the third time when you could be exploring the Classic idea of death as superimposed on the London Underground.  When I think of newbies encountering 00Q fandom for the first time and they come into the tag looking for the classics, I want to rec them this one (until I remember that it’s not the first fic anyone thinks of except for me).  

Epics are some of my very favorite types of stories, and this is an Epic (in the Classic sense: it is a mortal (or demigod) interacting with the gods via a Quest.  Everything beyond that is kind of gravy, because I will eat that plot format up with a spoon (see: the reason I still read the Percy Jackson books, and even hunt them down/purchase them quite close to the date they’re released.  I have a hunger for the traditional Epic, especially when it hinges on hubris), but with this fic, that gravy is really delicious.

I’ve also had an obsession with the London Underground as a portal between supernatural worlds since my very first time there (it’s a theme I’ve played with in my fic, not to mention the work of a semester’s stage design/direction project: A Midsummer Night’s Dream, in which the forest is actually a tube station and all the faeries those buskers you pass without noticing, even when they’re playing Castle On A Cloud really loudly on an electric guitar), and it’s done in such a wonderful way here.  It reminds me a lot of Spirited Away, and of Percy Jackson (in places, and definitely written better), and of specific myths that would be telling to share, and all the best parts of Neverwhere thrown in for good measure.  It’s dense and chewy and literary, with a story so deftly woven by someone who knows what they’re doing that it actually makes me a little bit fluttery, to be honest.

Read it, so you can love it too.

I have awakened this morning with a mighty need for 00Q stripper! AU where it’s *Bond* who is shaking it for cash.

fashionsfromhistory:

Adam Ant Costume

1981

After starting his career in a punk rock band in the late 1970s, and acting in Derek Jarman’s punk film Jubilee, Ant’s musical and artistic direction changed after hiring Malcolm McLaren in 1980. McLaren’s assistance in redefining their image resulted in the piratical theme that became a hallmark of Adam and the Ants, despite McLaren subsequently persuading the rest of the Ants to leave and form a separate band, Bow Wow Wow. After regrouping with a new backing band, Adam and the Ants became one of the most successful British acts of the early 1980s; their image and style of music was at the forefront of the burgeoning New Romantic movement.

Ant advised in the design of all his own costumes, indebted to historical, military and tribal dress, working with stylists and costumiers. This one is perhaps the most widely known of all, having been used for the publicity photographs and promotional video for the single, Prince Charming, and later on tour. There are two shirts, two pairs of breeches, two wigs and two scarves, not identical but in similar styles, all worn in different combinations on tour. The gold and black striped shirt and the dark silver leather breeches were worn for the publicity photographs and in the video.

V&A

Guys, Club to Catwalk was pretty much my favorite exhibition in any museum ever. New Wave fashion, my lovelies, with a section for the New Romantics! Definitely worth the £5 to get in, and if the V&A does another run like that one, I’ll make it a point to see it. So many beautiful, fascinating clothes, with information about the designers and cultures behind them.

(via jennybel75)

(Source: kingrickon, via benfluffshaw)

beaubete:

It’s done!  As always, I’ll probably still be tinkering with it for a few days yet, but I’m really satisfied with this one and where it ended up.  This is the second of the two fics I was working on at 221b Con in Atlanta this year. Again, much love and thanks go to everyone who either looked at this while it was being written, provided Beta services, or encouraged me—without all of you, this may not have happened at all, and would definitely be nowhere near what it is today. 

Reblogging for time difference!

So it’s not really a ship or anything (except it kind of technically is? I guess?) but Jimmy Jr. and Zeke from Bob’s Burgers are totally going to be that slow burn friendship that doesn’t take anyone else to prom but ends up making out in the back of Zeke’s muscle car because they’ve halfway through a pack of wine coolers and have an excuse now, right?

kensington park gardens, 11/4/14

(Source: gingerbbatch, via benfluffshaw)

For my third day of fic recs, I’m going to tell you all a little secret:

French porn.  Oh, yes, my darlings, mid-century French porn.  I was entirely too young when I stumbled across the blue books my father brought home from his travels on the continent, translated bits of old French porn, usually BDSM in some shape or form, always written and translated in this strangely circular language that was coy and ephemeral and lushly sensual even as it was deeply weird at the same time.  I suspect I actually stole them from his foot locker and kept them all until I lost them, which would probably be a little weird except that I really don’t care; it’s good shit.

I actually don’t think I’ve read the story this one is based on, but it’s familiar in every way.  lalunaticscribe has put her finger down precisely on the nose of that style and dragged it out into a sensual, gleaming line that shines in a fandom that can sometimes come across as samey.  It’s a very unique sound, a clear voice whispering its naughty secrets in your ear while deftly hiding the suspenders and stockings beneath its stoically masculine trousers.  And goodness, but this fic is erotic.  

It’s very short and true to its influences, but best of all it peels back the things that block the imagination with such delicate, deft hands.  I could read it a thousand times and still find myself squirming by the end, and always looking for more.  (if only someone would write The Image for this fandom in this style!  all the weird object penetration and coy sex you could want….)

hotsuburbandad:

If I ever seem arrogant or anything like that, please know I’m joking 100% I have zero self confidence and I sometimes pretend that I think im dead cool and awesome because I’m actually terrible so it’s mildly funny

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Then share! I am really looking forward to it

Done and done!  Hope it was worth the wait!