who's sneaking now?

Oh my dears.

This is the first time I've logged into DW/LJ since my last post in January, and I'm sad to say that it isn't very likely that I'll be logging on much more often this year. It's the year of Big Academic Hurdles (qualifying exams, language exams, dissertation proposal, teaching etc.), and my mind isn't alert enough, or rather able to separate itself enough from uni, to be active in conversation here.

This is not to say that I'm leaving fandom. On the contrary! I will always be a reader (mostly around four am, admittedly, but it is nonetheless an incurable habit, so do send links!), and I am also very happy to beta or act as a sounding board. And I am around on tumblr under this name (caecelia). Admittedly I tend to overuse the platform for circulating images and quotes relevant to my academic work (it's been a surprisingly effective method for exam prep). Let me know if you're over there so I can add you!

And also I'll probably be dropping in to leave the occasional rec (in fact, I am just about to leave one).

If any of you is interested in the stewardship of deeply_horrible, please, please let me know.

I miss you! If you'd be interested in corresponding outside of this framework, I am admittedly a very haphazard correspondent and sometimes disappear for long intervals when under stress, but if you don't mind that, I would very much love to correspond.

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This fic. My friends, this fic is a revelation.

Really I want to say FOR LOVE OF GOD, GO READ THIS NOW, but that wouldn't do it justice. And I want to do it justice, because it is the story that jarred me out of fic apathy, that made me sit up straight and realise, in a kind of shock moment, the revolutionary potential that can be set free by rewritings and explorations of ›canon‹. That sounds very abstract. Really that's just me, not the fic; or rather, it's what the fic does without ever having to say.

Some of you may remember o_mayari from her spectacular alternative universe take on the Golden Trio, The Eleventh Birthdays (my rec is here). Or Romance of the Age (the original deeply_horrible post with comments is here), with its breezy, savage, gloriously unfettered deconstruction of the brightness and glam and simultaneous monstrousness of the first war generation.

The Comfortable Wound is related to Romance of the Age, although they don't belong to the exact same universe. (You absolutely do not have to know RotA in order to read TCW.) Many of the same families and institutions -- the Blacks, the Malfoys, the Potters, the Weasleys, the Ministry -- play a starring role.

( Warning: Spoilers Ahead )

UPDATE: THE STORY HAS NOW BEEN COMPLETELY UPLOADED AND IS ALSO AVAILABLE ON DW HERE!

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