Title: Wolf Whistle
What’s it all about: Stiles is magic. And BAMF. And the Alpha Pack is attacking. It’s practically set after Season II and has the whole pack fighting for their lives against the Alpha Pack. There is Sterek, but the main focus is only Stiles development and the legend of a human who runs with the wolves called “Red”. Rated Teen, though there is some pretty graphic violence in there, 5 parts and 61465 words so far.
Why bother: Firstly, because of Ashinan. If you don’t know her writing already you should go there and read every peace she has ever written, because she is amazing. Secondly, because it is one of those stories that takes you by the neck and makes you stay in front of the computer with your eyes glued to the screen until you read everything. It’s funny, it’s angsty, it’s adventurous. The characters are spot on and no one is shoved into the background because the writer didn’t want to deal with them. Just…read it.
Favourite line: I would have to re-read it and resist the urge to post the whole thing there. So no favourite line for this one. Maybe I’ll add one later.
For the last hour I’ve been recording myself reading Sarah Rees Brennan’s Unspoken out loud for a friend. It’s the first time I read it myself, so my pronounciation and intonation is not always perfect, but I am kind of proud.
I mean it is always weird to hear your one voice, because it sounds always so different and sometimes you really notice my German accent, but I think it’s not too bad and I always managed to hit pause before a coughing fit.
I now finished the first part, struggling with the program to save the file in mp3, but I got even that right.
So far I really, really like it. It has the typical Sarah-Rees-Brennan-dialogues that make my laugh out loud (luckily the first was while my friend was still there and I wasn’t recording yet), her quirky characters that are so human in their faults and strenghts and unique-ness.
I’m really happy I finally got the book and will spend the rest of the evening/night reading and recording until either the book is finished or my voice completely gone.
So I just watched this in danish (?) with bad English subtitles. But god, it was hilarious. That is if you like crude humour, balls and babes.
Title: Picking up strays
What’s it all about: Stiles has an idea named Isaac and the Sheriff has to deal with it. Or: Stiles decides that Isaac should from now on live in the Sheriff’s house. Papa Stilinski’s POV. G, 12822 words.
Why bother: Because the voice of Papa Stilinski is just like I imagine it to be. Not getting everything, but not stupid either and with that warm, warm heart that is so typical for the Stilinskis. The rest of the characters are also really believable. Basically this story made me all happy inside and so you should try it, so it can do the same to you.
Favourite line: “You don’t have to [come in] if you don’t want to, Isaac,” he says plainly, then adds, “but if you get in here before Stiles is up that means we can have bacon for breakfast.” Pause. “You do like bacon, don’t you?”
This sentence nearly did me in. Urgh.
Apart from that this is an AU Sterek fanfiction, where Scott and Stiles are in a TV show for kids, where Stiles is portraying Scott’s imaginary friend, and the rest is split up in two different bands.
Teenwolf, Lydia and Boyd
Good writing, because gyzym and actually no more has to be said, really.
A man rises from the dead, which everyone but Boyd seems surprised about. His eyes glow golden yellow in the mirror, his hands are lately more claw than finger, he has to fight the urge to howl at a silvery orb in the sky; is he the only one who read the manual on being undead? It’s not that that would shock him, exactly—Boyd’s no stranger to knowing the score when everyone around him is too busy playing the game—but still, it rankles a little. Even Derek, life-long werewolf and fighting for his title (not his life: Boyd can tell the difference, and he’s pretty sure Derek cares more about being alpha than being above ground and breathing in any case) acts like it’s some great shock. Undead means undead. Undead means death’s not much of a stopping point. Undead means you don’t die—for god’s sake, it’s in the name.
In the rough and tumble weeks that follow, scrambling to kill the latest in what Boyd suspects will be a long line of bad men who hate to die, nothing shines but her. Immunity is a good look on Lydia Martin, but bitchy’s a better one—she snaps and snarls and chafes against the orders Derek barks at her, fights back and gets even, looks up through her lashes and tricks three different guys into telling her what she needs to know. Boyd’s known of her for years, of course, watched her holding court while he sat alone on the other side of the cafeteria; he’d never thought much of her back then.
He’s impressed now, and Boyd doesn’t impress easily. He thinks that probably merits some thought.
Let me present you one of my favourite manga (and the drama) of all times:
Kimi wa petto/Tramps like us
I started the manga by chance and I have reread it a million times since then. It’s 14 books long and a romantic comedy, but different (and better) then most other mangas. The j-drama is 10 episodes long and I like it a bit less then the manga, but still very, very much.
To sum it up, it is the love story of the 28 year old journalist Sumire and a 20 year old ballet-dancer she picks up from the street and whom she lets stay with her as a pet.
It is sometimes a bit bizarre, sometimes a bit ridicilous, but all in all it is very human, honest and fresh. The drawings are a bit unusual, but the author Ogawa Yayoi manages to capture those tiny human gestures that give live to the image and all in all it is simply beautiful.
Title: À la Recherche du Temps Perdu
What’s it all about: It is one of those “Go back in time and redo all”, only it is John Watson that’s catapulted back and instead of studying, becoming the next Sherlock Holmes or anything, he decides to be the best John Watson he can be, so he will be useful to the future Sherlock. Unluckily not finished, R, ~ 4000 words so far
Why bother: This was the fic I’ve been searching for about 2 weeks in my bookmarks (yes, there is just too much in there, I know). It is beautifully in character, John and his mother are absolutely adorable and the family connections believable. Just because he is thrown back in time doesn’t suddenly make John a superhuman, but instead he feels lost. It’s much too short and hasn’t been updated in a long time, but I still have hope and it’s really, really good anyway.
Favourite line: He starts by listing the World Cup winners, because that’s a fact that can be checked later, if he needs proof. He then adds in the names of the ninth, tenth, and eleventh Doctors, because he can.
Title: Five Times Jim Moriarty Kissed John Watson (And One Time John Kissed Back)
What’s it all about: Basically what the title says, spanning from sometime before the Great Game until Scandal in Belgravia. PG-13; ~ 4600 words
Why bother: I have to admit in the beginning I was a little sceptical, as I have so far read only one piece of Moriarty/John-fanfiction that I liked, while all the others I’ve tried where not so much my thing.
But. This. - It is practically Canon. In fact it gives the impression that those scenes could very easily happened somewhere in the background without us noticing.
And the +1? Incredible. Definitely worth a read.
Pt 1 - Unexpected Gift
Pt 2 - Lestrade, Two Beers, Sad Memories, And A Puppy
Pt 3 - An Unwelcome Conversation
Gladstone 4 - Obstacle Courses
John watched the rather woolly German shepherd climb up a slanted ladder, scamper lightly across a rope bridge before it could do more than sway, crawl through a three-metre tube of translucent green fibreglass, sit to swoosh down a kiddie-slide into a pool, swim across, bound out at the other end—stopping to shake briefly—leap three successively higher fences; and finally, at a shouted command from a woman following at the sidelines from the beginning of the course, the German shepherd tackled a man in bulky padding to the ground with more tail-wagging than growling. However, the man was down and the dog was holding his padded arm in a strong grip, every shake of his head waggled the man’s whole body.
The woman tracking the dog’s progress from the sidelines, his owner, called the dog’s name—Lewis—snapping her fingers twice; the dog let go of the supine padded man and ran to his owner and almost skidded into a sitting position. She praised him happily, giving him a treat and petting him vigorously as the other spectators applauded, including John.
“Wow, Gladdy, think you can eventually do all that in one go?” He murmured to the dog sitting obediently at his side; though technically in a ‘stay’ at that moment, Gladstone was already wagging his tail so enthusiastically that it thwacked into the backs of John’s calves every few swings—he sometimes had bruises from the dog’s fluffy tail, though he was pretty sure the skin on his legs was toughening from the abuse. At John’s quiet query, the dog gave a soft huffing woof that was more a shaped burst of breath than an actual bark. It was his ‘ready’ or ‘whatever you say, John!’ sound.
The Gladstone fic has a new chapter. And it just makes me want to read more and more and more.