March 2011
So I had this on repeat on my mp3 when I was doing the dishes the other day (because anything you do while listening to this automatically becomes epic & badass = epic & badass dishwashing) and I realized something.
Eleven’s spirit instrument is the clarinet.
Clarinet just has that sound, something I always thought of as a quirky brand of awkward distinguishedness, that fits Eleven so perfectly. You can practically see the notes in the measures from 0:34 - 0:44 zooming wobbily through the air, decked out in little bow ties.
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Tennant dancing silly:
Still ridiculously attractive.Smith dancing silly:
Drunken giraffe.
“The fish were a torrent of crazy, surrounding tousled hair
Godzilla sat still on the blanket, pretending he wasn’t there
John’s mustache was shining with color, so beautiful and bright
And angrybeige sat drawing—
Drawing— drawing—
Angrybeige sat drawing, deeply into the night…”
The rest of this amazingness at the author’s blog
Warning: contains Cthulu and a bird of ill repute
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So ready for this when I get back home. I’m thinking a jalapeno cheeseburger, fries, and a chocolate malt in the largest size available. Plus a carton of Tin Roof Sundae for later. Or Butter Pecan. Or Black Walnut.
…I think I like torturing myself.
You’re very welcome. :)
You might also like anything written by After the Rain. The first fanfic I ever read was Mordant.
And I cocked it up.
Well, not really. But I didn’t get the spirit of the vote campaigning/swapping/peer pressuring until I actually looked at the comments. Which I did just now and which was far too late. Sort of skipped over a bunch of fandoms I didn’t know about. Whatever.
Since Eleven has narrowly knocked out Ten, I will now focus all my efforts on this guy. YOU KNOW HE WOULD TOTALLY DEDUCE ALL THE COMPETITION INTO THE GROUND. (unless they’re strangling him, that seems to happen a lot)
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This is the closest I will ever get to liking anything resembling disco.
Recently marathoned DW Series 5 and, after ceasing comparisons in my mind, found it fairly enjoyable. I still feel a sort of… disconnect within it, but look forward to the next series.
Anyway, what really broke down my dislike of Eleven was that during this rewatch- hold on. I better explain.


