RIGHT AND NOW I'M GOING TO TALK ABOUT YULETIDE WHILE RUNNING AROUND LIKE A MAD, EXCITED THING. WHEE! YULETIDE.
That is more apropos.
I adore yuletide, you guys. It plays a huge part in the Proper Holiday Experience for me. Every year round about July, I start to get excite for it, and draft my letter, and sort through fandoms I either want to request or offer. (You'd think six months preparation would mean I don't have a mad freak-out when sign-ups open about what fandoms to put down and how to construct prompts. BUT YOU WOULD BE WRONG. I still freak with the best of them, and panic, and do the tongue-in-corner-of-mouth thing as I weigh Fandom A over Fandom B, and decide whether I most want to request a certain fic idea or write it myself. WHICH WILL BE MORE FUN? WHO KNOWS. BOTH, is often the answer.)
That amount of love and excitement probably means I'm one of the most awful recipients to write for. Despite all my best intentions to remain level-headed and cool, my expectations still shoot WAY UP when I see I have a story waiting for me. I think it will be the BEST STORY IN THE WORLD. It will be the most GENIUS THING EVER LAID DOWN BY THE HAND OF FANDOM. Which is probably not the sort of pressure even the most confident writer wants placed on their shoulders. It seems like disappointment is inevitably just around the corner. (Hiii, any future yuletide writers who clicked through my yuletide tag. All of the above is a joke. Except for how it's not. I AM SO SORRY, OKAY, I JUST GET REALLY EXCITED LIKE A SMALL PUPPY HAPPY TO SEE YOU WHO THEN PEES ON THE RUG. Go write what you love; then I will love it too and flail at you in capslock.)
But THIS YEAR, you guys, oh man. THIS YEAR. This year that raging, flailing spasm gripped me harder than ever. AND THEN I READ THE STORY AND IT WAS EVEN BETTER THAN I EXPECTED.
The Existing Scheme of Things, a Doctor Who/Worst Journey in the World crossover. OF EPIC AWESOME. It is the most amazing thing ever, no lie. ♥
Now I love Worst Journey in the World. (Hush, those of you in the back saying that smug, "I know you do, Kat." Not everyone knows yet!) I think you should know and love Worst Journey in the World too. If you don't yet, here's your chance! Let the Doctor and Amy introduce you the men who have stolen my heart and consumed my fannish soul for the last five months. The writing is tight, the voices are superb, and it made me cry -- not once! but SEVERAL TIMES. MOSTLY IN GLEE. (It may be stupidly easy to get me to cry over Cherry being tragic but crying over the joy of Cherry and Birdie seeing the universe? Priceless.)
If that is not reason enough for you to check it out (for shame! it should be: what are you waiting for?), I have assembled a handy-dandy picspam for your perusal.
(also doubles as a brief character introduction to why I dig these guys so much)
The tricky thing about Worst Journey is that it is both a BBC drama written by and starring Mark Gatiss, but it is also a book written by Cherry (♥), the actualfax explorer whom I like to moon over. And I requested fic for both. And got fic tagged under both. So you kind of have your pick of what face you'd like to imagine.
Here is Cherry as played by Gatiss:
Just look at his sad puppy face. He is the best sad puppy in the world.
And here is the real Cherry, togged up all handsome in his war uniform after the Expedition:
He's pretty awesomely adorable.
This is Birdie Bowers, as done by "TV's own Lee Ingleby".
And the actual Birdie Bowers, who was AWESOME, with his "demented determination" and "strong natural cheerfulness" (as described by Cherry). Birdie had a habit of concussing himself and falling down crevasses head first -- including NINE TIMES down NINE DIFFERENT CREVASSES in the space of TWENTY MINUTES. Perhaps appropriately, he also designed the most reliable manoeuvre with which to pull people out of crevasses. (The BAMF part comes in when you realise that he did this while hanging upside down in a crevasse himself in -70F degree weather.)
Birdie is the one on the right in the awesome hat. The dude with his legs crossed is Bill, who is also pretty awesome, but he doesn't factor into the fic so you don't need to know about him yet. For all that Birdie is totally adorable, or, as Cherry says, "I have such a vivid admiration for him that when I have written about him I am afraid to appear extravagant. He is for one thing a living example to me that looks do not matter", Lee Ingleby is hella prettier to perv over and we here in the Land of Porn are shallow. (But dude, seriously: look at his hat; aw, Birdie. ♥)
The other one you should know it Atkinson AKA Atch AKA the coolest ship's surgeon ever to go to Antarctica. I love Atch. Atch, who says things like, "On the whole, I don't mind you but sometimes I really hate you," when Birdie makes him scale steep snow drifts. Gatiss, apparently, does not sufficiently understand Atch's awesome (either that, or Atch has no real relevance to the Winter Journey and the quest for the penguin eggs, which is the tiny, tiny bit of the full expedition Gatiss's drama surrounds). So for Atch, you only get one picture! The man himself!
Atch is totes more awesome than you.
I ALSO want to recommend another awesome fic, not a part of yuletide, but it was written as a holiday treat for me by the always fabulous shutterbug_12: Accidentally on Purpose. Iron Man fic where Tony is SO ADORABLE OH GOD I LOVE IT. Again, she nails the voices. Do read.