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I read this fic yesterday and it just about broke me. Fucking hell, this is so damn gorgeous and well written. READ IT. NOW.

(Bucky/Steve, It's harder than Steve ever expected to bring Bucky home.)

The movie is getting a bunch of well-deserved praise, but the OST is going sadly ignored - it’s such a lovely, well-fitting score. I’ve been listening to it a bunch on spotify. Keep Henry Jackman for Cap, please. Now they just have to hire Ramin Djawadi for Iron Man again (that first movie score was brilliant) and we’ll be set.

We moved to a new office on Friday and it’s all been exhausting. I mean, both the moving and the settling down again too, but mostly the fact that my computer broke or something in the move and while it’s getting fixed I have to repeat all of my files and lost a lot of work I’d already started on that had to be handed in today. So yesterday was crazy busy. But! The work puppy seems to be enjoying the new space to roam!

*That’s from the old office. I haven’t actually taken a photo of the dog roaming the new patio yet. This is false advertisement, I know.

I went to see CATWS again last night and like half the theatre went OMG GASP!! when Bucky
was revealed. DID NO ONE EVEN WATCH THE TRAILERS?? The girl beside me went ‘It’s his frieeeeend!!’ and I giggled a bit. Anyway, it was probably even more fun on the second viewing. :3

Ridiculous fangirl problems are feeling personally betrayed at the bad quality of the cam version you get of CATWS by dubious means. Damnit. I’ll just go watch it again on Wednesday, what the hell.

I’ve spent the last two weeks in a Bucky/Steve fic stupor. IT’S BEEN GREAT. So much good fic! So easy to find! After losing interest completely in Teen Wolf I jumped to Star Trek AOS fic, and after reading all the brilliant 2009 fic in existence I was left scraping the bottom of the barrel. The last fic I read started out so well and then descended into every single early 2000s fic cliche that it could think of, and then I finally quit when the sudden need arose for Kirk and Spock to go undercover in a gay club dressed in leather pants and eyeliner in the middle of an intergalactic war. Ugh.

Also, and going back to Marvel, how much do I not want avengers 3 to be civil war, PLEASE NO. It made Tony act like the biggest asshole (which HE'S NOT) and it basically took the movies for people to like him again and NO. JUST. WORLD OF NO. (I actually didn't hate Civil War, just the fallout, and then stupid secret invasion made it pointless anyway and the neverending events even more. It just doesn't fit into the movies universe. And you can't have Steve's death without his comeback and that would take another movie and ugh, no, better just stay away.)

Uggggh. They took down both Captain America AND Kings off Netflix, Mexican and US versions. What a lame timing, Netflix, wtf.

Gabriel García Márquez passed away today. It sound really cliche, but he sort of did affect my life deeply in a way I didn't really realize until much later. Instead of reading age appropriate books to us, my 6th grade teacher decided to read his short story anthology to us, Doce Cuentos Peregrinos, though she did skip over the racy bits. It was seriously enchanting - I remember how we all freaked out with the one about a lady that goes to use the phone in a madhouse and then no one believes her, and picturing the boys swimming in light in La luz es como el agua scared me and resonated with me deeply.

She never told us who we were reading though, so finding the book years and years later after I had already fell in love with A Hundred Years of Solitude was a bit like a gift. I had always loved reading, well before that amazing teacher, but that was sort of my first taste of adult literature, and without it I'm sure I wouldn't have gone through the same path of books.

So farewell, Gabo, and thank you so much.

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In different but sort of related news, I've been listening to Chamber of Secrets on my nightly walks these past few weeks. I'd forgotten how charmingly funny JK Rowling can be!

I had also forgotten, however, how everything the Dursleys do to Harry would get them convicted for child abuse in, well, everywhere, really. There's a lot of talk about Petunia's talk to Harry in Deathly Hallows and how she was denied being redeemed in the movie, but reading it now, holy shit, screw her sadness, that does not deny a decade of neglect, hunger and verbal abuse. I think by then we'd all sort of forgotten about the early days of HP, and we just saw a seriously surprisingly well adjusted almost adult that could no longer be hurt by the Dursleys, instead of the little boy living under the stairs.

I started reading Harry Potter at age 12 - at that age, a child getting treated like that was like normal stuff in children's books, very dickensian and all, how all adults were all naturally mean and cruel and not to be trusted (don't give me that look, think about any book with a kid protagonist and the signs will be there). Reading it (listening to it, whatever) as an adult, that shit is just not ok, and is probably a lot more disturbing to read. I remember that I once tried to get my mom to start reading the first book, a few days before OotP was about to come out, and just gave it back after a chapter, pretty angry, because Harry was being treated so badly and couldn't read anymore. I hadn't thought of that in years...

I finally got to see Captain America, I loved it and can't wait to go watch it again! Natasha wins everything, and the expected Steve/Bucky reunion didn’t disappoint, and then oh, my heart, that last scene after the credits! So pumped up for fic now :D

I read Divergent on Sunday, because despite knowing that I tend to be disappointed by YA*, I saw the trailer and was interested. I mean, it was all right, but I get tired of the first person ‘oh i’m such a special snowflake’ narrative. Show, don’t tell. But really there’s such a huge suspension of disbelief with these dystopias - there’s no way that people would allow the systematic murder of their children on tv for almost a century, or that people would split themselves into who likes being friends and who likes to get piercings. That’s not how the real world works. The Handmaiden’s Tale, for example, is also quite hard to believe being allowed to happen (although it’s sadly more possible), but of course Margaret Atwood is Margaret Atwood and at least within the novel it feels very plausible in a visceral way.

I was - or still am, I supposed - reading the Veronica Mars novel, but out of nowhere, BAM, Mexican cartels. I see enough of that shit in real life, thanks, so I’ve sort of put it down for now. Veronica Mars just works better as a visual medium, anyway.

*It’s not so much the genre or the weird trends, but the dry writing and easy plots that usually let me down. They’re teenagers, not dumb. They can stand some pretty writing in their books.

Have you guys been following Kate Beaton's new sketch comic, Ducks, Ducks, Ducks?

I thought it was really beautiful, in a sad, quietly despairing way. It's really powerful for a sketchy comic about day to day life.

I finally watched the Veronica Mars movie! ♥
Sure, it had its flaws, and of course it would've worked better as a miniseries, but I seriously spent the entire thing being utterly charmed, wringing my hands and making dying whale 'eeeeeeeeeehhhh' sounds of excitement, so I honestly do not care. Oh, Veronica, I'd missed you.

I hadn't heard about the canon books, and whrn I saw the first one is out tomorrow i clicked buy so fast it was dizzying. Yay, more Mars Investigations!

And on the first day of spring, my city decided to skip it altogether and get summer started. Fucking hell, it was already 32C, how will we ever survive may???

I have to say, Hannibal did make me feel somewhat betrayed this week. I'd have expected that from any other show, but not from this one. Now I'm sort of just hoping the spoilers are a massive misdirection, but it's not looking likely. Such a good episode, and then, bam, that.

And it was already a sad week in television, after Teen Wolf. Which I hadn't talked about, but my thoughts of ever catching up on the show one of these days? Completely gone. I think this is us breaking up, show. I've hardly missed you, I have to confess.

So I've been numbing my mind a lot with Arrow. I'm up to the point where Thea gets attacked by some oh so brutal latino and black guys, and sweet, brave and misunderstood white thief roy harper comes to her rescue. Bet she wouldn't have tried to get them jobs, amiright?

I'm currently reading 11/22/63 by Stephen King, and I'm liking it, but I'm getting stupidly bored at the endless talk of 'oh, the 50s were so nice, and they actually helped each other and were polite and trusting and who even wants to go back to stinking 2011!

Bitch, please. The 50s were lovely for the one group in the US, white straight males. And what a surprise, that's your narrator to the t! And the author as well! Oh, what a shocking, shocking surprise.

In other news, I have an ingrown fingernail. I didn't even know they could happen, but it hurts like a motherfucker, ugh.