La Fahyette
20 October 2014 @ 07:03 pm
Hello, dear writer!

Yuletide is one of my favourite things about fandom, and I hope you have a great time writing this story. If you offered one of these fandoms/characters because you have a particular story burning a hole in your imagination: WRITE THAT ONE. Optional details being optional, I'd rather you enjoy yourself thoroughly.

All further (and seriously: optional) details are below cuts:

Miss Fisher's Murder MysteriesCollapse )

Lord Peter Wimsey - Dorothy L. SayersCollapse )

The HourCollapse )

Tiffany Aching series - Terry PratchettCollapse )

General notes

Recycling from last year, more or less:

I like humour and clever use of language, I like magic with a light touch to it, I like families (blood or found). I like slow-build romance and lightning attraction. I like mythology, and science, and Shakespeare.

I'm fine with any rating from complete gen to filthy porn, and with any combination of het/slash/none of the above (and despite the fact that my requests this year are skewing quite het-OTP, I am ALL ABOUT functional threesomes as a general rule). I'm not looking for anything strongly kinky, but I do enjoy stories that explore and play around with the control and power dynamics between characters, or obedience (although I don't like humiliation to be a feature). Happy endings preferred.

I don't like very graphic descriptions of violence, especially torture. (I'm fine with you writing about blood and injuries; it's the deliberate infliction that I'd prefer not to see.)

You can find most of my own fic archived on AO3.

Have fun!

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La Fahyette
05 September 2014 @ 08:35 pm
Has it really been two months since I posted here? The year is FLYING by, which is terrifying, but I am also gathering up my building excitement about next year, for a variety of reasons:

1) I'll be back in Canberra, which...look, I LOVE the place I'm working at the moment, I'm going to cry horribly at the prospect of working in a place with a less incredible set of people, but at the same time I'm rapidly losing patience with the whole small-town life thing. I miss shops, I miss the theatre, I miss even the modest Canberran version of city crowds, I miss restaurants and cafes and art galleries. I miss my family and my friends.

2) My apartment will be built and ready for me to move into. I don't think you realise how excited I am about the prospect of MY OWN PLACE, my own teensy one-bedroom third-floor apartment with a shitty view and an easy walk to my favourite Chinese takeway place. I'm going to hang art on the walls, I'm going to buy three enormous bookshelves, I'm going to have a fucking kitchen colour scheme, I'm going to have people over for really tiny dinner parties. I'm going to whine about having a mortgage at every opportunity. I already know what my housewarming presents to myself will be.

3) I got the part-time job I was hoping for at the medical school, which will mean I am doing two days a week of research and teaching as well as two days a work of clinical patient contact. After years of running in the other direction so as not to be exposed to the faintest whiff of research, I'm coming around to it, mostly because I love teaching so much and no university will let you just bum around designing curriculums and running clinical tutorial groups, which is my ideal professional life.

Work. Okay, let's talk about work.

I haven't been posting about my work much because it's overwhelming and draining and annoying and incredible and humbling. Being a GP is very, very different to being a hospital doctor; being a registrar and working largely independently is very, very different to being the paperwork and blood-taking monkey at the bottom of the medical pyramid.

I make decisions all day that have potentially immense consequences. I am learning to tell people things they don't want to hear. I am learning to talk about everything and to listen to people say everything to me; I am frequently cried on or yelled at; I've told people they have cancer or that I'm taking their driver's license away from them; I've been manipulated and lied to and resented. I talk to people of all ages and backgrounds about their sex lives, their abusive relationships, their jobs, their fears, their embarrassing symptoms, their pain and their pregnancy, their genitals and their hallucinations. I'm a psychologist and a life coach and a teacher and a social worker.

Which is not to say I'm particularly expert or wonderful at being any of those things. I spent four years of medical school learning the coagulation cascade and the causes of cardiomyopathy, and then spent two years as an intern/RMO learning how to talk an urgent CT scan out of a grumpy radiologist and how to fit twelve hours worth of ward jobs into an eight hour shift. Nobody teaches you how to sit with a straight face and a sympathetic voice and recommend that your 60-year old patient buys a copy of The Joy of Sex to read with her husband because penetrative intercourse has been impossible since his prostate surgery and her response to a gentle suggestion about exploring non-penetrative intimacy was, "I don't think he knows about all of that."

It's so challenging, and so tiring. But I tell you what, it's the best education in the breadth and depth of humanity that anyone could ask for.

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La Fahyette
10 July 2014 @ 08:37 pm
...I am just increasingly scarce online, through both circumstance (TERRIBLE INTERNET CONNECTION) and necessity (EXAMS).

Please note that my exams are still a while away; the Diploma of Child Health ones are in December, my writtens for Fellowship of the Royal Australian College of General Practitioners are in February, and the clinical exams for fellowship are in May.

HOWEVER. The sheer amount of stuff to be learned has grabbed me by the shoulders and shaken me into a frankly depressing schedule.

My days, currently, have this approximate shape:

6am-7am: study
7am-8:30am: shower, breakfast, frantically catch up on the internet
8:30am-5:30pm: work
6pm-7pm: gym
7pm-8pm: cook and eat dinner, plus or minus grocery shopping
8pm-9pm: study
9pm-10pm: GLORIOUS HOUR OF FREE TIME. write? read? single episode of TV? luxury!!

(I allow myself Wednesday evenings off for PUB TRIVIA and DRINKING because otherwise my sanity would probably snap like a twig.)

It probably doesn't matter that this house's hellish internet is too slow for tumblr, because it's not like I'd be able to spend much time on it anyway.


BUT I HAD A GREAT TIME IN TORONTO RECENTLY, hanging out with [personal profile] electrumqueen and exploring the city, and having adventures like World Pride and vegan brunch and IMRY'S WEDDING and drinking cocktails out of sports bottles in a hotel pool with many of the members of my beloved elite international girl gang (&PLASTICS;) and -- yeah, it was awesome :)

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La Fahyette
21 May 2014 @ 06:40 pm
Current mood is warring between proud and embarrassed, but fuck it, let's go: I wrote some hockey fic.

Anyone tempted to say YEAH I SAW THAT ONE COMING can join the queue behind, let's face it, me.

It's porn. In fact, it started as an exercise in porn and pacing (because now that I've commited to writing filth, I obviously have to get BETTER at it, right? exercises! drills! anyone surprised yet that the POV character is JToews?) and by the time I'd finished it had developed enough of a structure that I figured I'd post it.

So yeah. 95% porn by volume, 3% being feelings and the final 2% being hockey metaphors because where's the fun in writing people who have totally alien interests and life experiences to yourself if you can't ransack those interests for imagery?

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La Fahyette
04 May 2014 @ 10:44 am
By which I mean I'm writing this post while I listen to a lecture on paediatric palliative care and prepare myself for the next lecture on child protection services and child abuse. Somehow all the really depressing topics got crammed into this week of the diploma.

I spent yesterday cooking non-stop and stocking up the freezer, because we've definitely hit the kind of dark, blustery autumn weather where when I get home from the gym, all I want is to be able to pull a container of sweet potato and spinach dahl out of the fridge and reheat it. I also made sausage rolls for the first time! It was 200% easier than I thought it would be, and the recipe I used (lamb and haloumi sausage rolls with both fresh mint and mint sauce in the mixture, mmm) was delicious. So now I have a shitload of those in the freezer, along with some virtuous breakfast muffins (bran. lots of bran.) and the dahl.

Sausage roll recipe, for anyone who might like to try themCollapse )

READING: Halfway through Carol by Patricia Highsmith, and also reading Parasite by Mira Grant. I am doing very little reading, though, apart from occasional comfort rereads of the fanfic collection on my Kindle.

WATCHING: I have six whole episodes of Hannibal S2 lined up for once I've finished my lectures today. It's gonna be amazing. I have S1 of Homeland waiting to be started, and I've been on-and-off making my way through Lost Girl because it's ideal to watch while cooking. Next time I go home I'm going to nab my dad's DVDs of The Wire and rewatch S1 because like an idiot I'm writing a casefic and I need some inspiration re: surveillance systems and drug rings.

WRITING: The casefic is for Brooklyn Nine Nine. It's actually TROPEFIC but I need to at least make sure the balance of ridiculousness to police work is similar to that on the show. I'm also tapping vaguely away at other things, but I have no idea at all which of them will be finished in what timeframe.

As an example of that: I finally, FINALLY posted the Hannibal AU which I had been working on for...a year? I am the slowest. Apparently not everyone in fandom shares my unconditional love of circuses; a lot of the comments have been on the 'I almost didn't click on this' variety, which probably indicates a large chunk of people who scrolled on by because of the circus thing (WEIRDOS) but I'm more or less satisfied with how it turned out :)

no hope of falling down (22940 words) by Fahye
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hannibal (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter
Characters: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, Abigail Hobbs, Jack Crawford, Freddie Lounds, Alana Bloom, Beverly Katz
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Circus
Summary: A circus should be a series of miracles, barely scraped into existence. Will Graham is the celebrated aerialist of Cirque Dalmau; Hannibal Lecter is a new arrival with dangerous hands and more than a few secrets.</p>

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La Fahyette
21 April 2014 @ 03:53 pm
today begins and it's all that we have (6858 words) by Fahye
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov
Additional Tags: Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Summary: Clint has to blink blearily at the ticket before he accepts that it does say Boston and not Bogota or Berlin; in the past he's walked off one twenty-hour flight and straight onto another on Natasha's instructions, and he was half expecting to do the same now.</p>


Feelings, and also pantsfeelings*!


*I know, I know. Porn? Who am I??

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La Fahyette
13 February 2014 @ 08:29 pm
It's a bit sad that the thing spurring me to post in my actual blog for the first time in MONTHS is...being in a house where the internet connection is so bad that Tumblr is nigh-on unusable.

How to catch you all up. A list? Let's go with a list.

1) First & foremost: I am no longer a hospital doctor! This is slightly saddening but on the other hand, it means I am a first year GP registrar. I am working in two locations on the south coast of NSW for a year (a family practice, and an Aboriginal Medical Service). It's lovely down here, my supervisor is a fantastic teacher, and I think it's going to be a good year.

1a) Correction: it's going to be a good year once I buy myself some eye-gougingly expensive proper pre-paid internet instead of relying upon this shithouse wifi.

2) Next year I plan to go back to Canberra (where my precious baby brand-new apartment should then EXIST and be ready for me to FURNISH; the number of interior decorating magazines my eye has already been drawn to is not healthy) and split my time between working part time as a GP and -- fingers crossed -- part time as an academic attached to the Divison of General Practice at the ANU Medical School. This is contingent on me coming up with a research project and getting some funding for it, but it means I get to TEACH which is my main goal as far as that position is concerned.

3) I have to sit College exams in a year's time. And also sit some paediatrics exams in December, because like the foolish child I am, I decided to do a distance Diploma of Child Health through my old medical school, USyd. There will be a lot of studying this year. A LOT.

4) I'm going to the gym again. It's painful. I am very unfit. By buying a whole year's membership at once, I qualified for the honour of turning up at the ludicrous hour of 8am on Saturday (whhyyyy) so that someone wearing lycra can tell me just how unfit I am in exquisite detail and probably try to talk me out of eating carbs. Hahahah. Funny joke. NO.

4a) In fact, right at this moment I am more than halfway down a packet of Sour Patch Kids, because apparently Coles sells those now?? I saw them in the confectionery aisle and emitted an actual, audible sound somewhere between a squeak and a gasp. Part of me thinks I should have bought the entire shelf just in case they are a delicious hallucination, never to appear again.

5) I am so into the Winter Olympics it's not even funny. OF COURSE, this corresponds with aforementioned terrible internet precluding me from watching all of the on-demand stuff on the Ten website. Instead I have been trying to watch as much figure skating and hockey on the live TV channel as possible, which is limited by the fact that all the good stuff seems to happen when I am asleep. Last night I passed out trying to watch the US-Canada game and therefore missed the exciting final period; tonight I am going to go to bed early and then maybe get up at 4am like a MORON to watch the Canadian men's team crush Norway like a bug.

6) Since writing and submitting an original short story for an anthology (I have less than zero idea if it'll be accepted; it was written in a massive rush and it's a bit SILLY, but man, have I missed writing silly) I have written...pretty much nothing. Adjusting to everything else that's new and difficult in my lfie has swamped me, for the moment. When my head's above water again I'm sure I'll be writing again.

6a) In that vein, one of my resolutions this year has been to be kinder on myself about failing to do EVERYTHING AT ONCE like I am always, always convinced I should be able to. Full-time job? Studying for two separate sets of exams? Exercising every day? Cooking dinner every day? Maintaining a social life? WELL OF COURSE YOU CAN FIT IN WRITING THOUSANDS OF WORDS PER WEEK AS WELL AS ALL THAT, YOU PATHETIC LAZY CREATURE.

Thanks, brain. You're the best.

7) This may be a help or a hindrance, but: I'm drinking a LOT less than I was in Canberra, which is good, because I was drinking far too much.

8) READING: umm lots of Georgette Heyer as ever. Frances Hardinge. A fun anthology of short stories about mad scientists in which I am loving and detesting stories in approximately equal measure, which is always a good way to experience an anthology. And I'm about to start Patricia Highsmith's Carol.

9) WATCHING: well if I had internet (are we sensing a theme?) I'd be up to date with Brooklyn Nine Nine, and I am increasingly excited for the second season of Hannibal and the wondrous insanity of the Hannibal fandom.

10) I think that's more than enough for now. HOW ARE YOU ALL?

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La Fahyette
08 January 2014 @ 01:57 pm
Not enough, NEVER ENOUGH, but there were some good ones on the list! I am not going to chatter about favourites and disappointments, but if you would like my opinion on/are curious about any of the books listed here, PLEASE ASK.

This was the year I discovered historical and romantic fiction. I AM SO HAPPY WITH THIS DECISION. I also read a bewildering amount of nonfiction about the American economy, go figure.

101 in allCollapse )

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