I think most people on the flist know this but...

Next month is Three month at who_at_50! You can sign up here to create Three-themed fanworks for this 50th anniversary ficathon. The alternative monthly theme is spin-offs, so if you aren't a big Three fan but love Torchwood, the Sarah-Jane Adventures, K9 and Company, Jago and Litefoot or, er... that odd BBV production about Zygons, then you should amble on over and make fanworks about those things!

The graphic novel in question is Y: The Last Man. I'd give the Wikipedia link, but I appreciated the story so much that I wouldn't want any potential readers to accidentally spoil themselves (while I was reading it I was very frustrated with the guy I was borrowing it from's reluctance to give any spoilers, but I was happy about his resolve on that front by the end.)

Well. I say happy.

The ending (without spoilers), was tragic, poetic, realistic, hopeful-when-you-think-about-it, and makes me want to read the whole series over. The series itself follows the adventures of Yorick Brown, a 20-something unemployed college student and his pet monkey. They are, for reasons unknown to themselves, the only survivors of a plague that has killed every male mammal on the planet. It's really, really, really good and I want to recommend it to anyone on the Flist looking for a cool read that's a bit off the beaten track.

(also, browsing around online shows that it might be turning into a movie next year)

I was just about to write a complaining type of post about how it's nearly 9 and my plans of getting groceries (potatoes, carrots, butter, and milk OH MY!) and thus also my plans of banana bread, have been mercilessly squashed by the weather. I mean, really weather? First floods, then disgusting heat, and now on my first day off after the long weekend madness you bless us with... severe thunderstorms and tornado warnings?

*insert appropriate face!palm here*

But then it seemed to be lightening up outside a bit and the warnings had been receded. So I stuck out my head, and:

( Pretty! )

It's a fan fest devoted to everyone's favourite Doctor with invisible eyebrows and a fez.

Rules and Sign-ups can be found here... but move fast! They're only open until tomorrow (that's Friday the 28).


Yes, I know that I should've been pimping this slightly earlier, but it honestly didn't occur to me until I saw eve11's post.

WARNING

The following fic was written in a sleep-deprived state and is apt to be full of nonsense. It is also based off speculation, rumours, and spoilers for the 50th Anniversary Special of Doctor Who. If you want none of that, I suggest you avoid clicking the cut. Otherwise, dive right in and enjoy.


( 900 odd words of spoiller-y fic. It doesn't have a title, which seems somehow appropriate to the subject matter )

Earlier this year, after watching The Snowmen, I filled eve11's fandom stocking with this bit of missing adventure science-fluff-tragedy: http://www.whofic.com/viewstory.php?sid=49148

The OC then became glued to my brain and a large amount of fanart related. Bearing in mind that I'm currently bereft of a functioning scanner and have never properly tried inking before, I think they turned out rather well... Okay, Eleven definitely has a squashed head in one and looks like a mutated cat-thing in another, but I'm still quite proud of them. I tried to write more fic to go along with it (I actually tried making a full-on comic at one point) but the pressures of time and attention-span greatly reduced those ambitions.

So, without further ado, snapshots from adventures that never were:( Obviously image heavy )

At nearly 5000 words, this is by far the longest chapter in this story. Beware the endless exposition. Initially, this entire fic was supposed to be a combination of letters and Brian's reactions to them, but the epistolary style eludes me. Any advice on how to tighten things up would be well taken.

Now, without further ado:

( Slow Post )

Thanks to Persiflage for the spot edits on the last few posts. So, after this point I've got two and a half chapters written and I just have to make the conclusion somewhat decent (this beign the part where I usually end up distractedly wandering off in the metaphorical fields of daisies and staring blanky into space...)

Anyway, this chapter also contains friends old and new (but mostly old), a sneaky bit of time lapsing in order to Build Suspense, and more tea.

( The Baby and the Bookshop approx. 2500 words )