Amal Nahurriyeh

It is possible to experience watching The Reichenbach Fall viscerally, and by viscerally I mean my actual stomach hurts. At least I didn't cry this time? Wait, I'm crying now, it's apparently a delayed fucking reaction.

Anyway, Leigh and I rewatched both serieses this week. If you don't follow me on tumblr, my random thoughts as we did so are:

here: ASIP & TBB
here: TGG
here and here: THoB
here: TRF

I didn't write any notes on Tumblr for ASiB because I was too busy being in love with Irene Adler.


...OK, seriously, I just changed my icon from my default to the one of Sherlock on the couch and now I'm crying again. Changing it to Molly...there, not crying, just thinking about how I need a better Molly icon.

I think I checked tumblr about every half an hour today, just to see people flapping their arms and making noises. Metaphorical noises.

(If you weren't aware of this, the cause was this twitter post. Don't go to the #grapes tag on tumblr if you don't want to be very confused.)

This feels suspiciously like the winter of 2007/2008. You know, when a certain (terriwonderful)* movie was being filmed. I liked that winter. I knocked up my wife that winter. I passed my first comprehensive exam that winter.

I became Amal that winter, actually. Though she took six months to park herself on teh intarwebs.

Anyway, it's a good feeling. Though I am, in fandom terms, something approaching middle-aged (if not an old lady). Probably my position right now is best expressed through this cartoon by my favorite fanartist, shockingblankets.

IN CONCLUSION, I have not had the emotional energy to play much at f_march_madness, but if you haven't already voted I would like to STRONGLY suggest you vote for the amazing and wonderful Molly Hooper, who suffered the key indignity of having her fucking name misspelled in the poll. Molly is great. You should vote for her. I'm sure whoever she's up against is nice, but Molly Hooper wears underwear with little skulls in bows and pink kitten sweaters and cuts up dead people for a living. She's like Dana Scully with no seriousness at all. She's loyal and smart and strong and she deserves all of our votes, because she's the best. The end.

* I type the first half of the word "terriwonderful." Leigh is leaning over my shoulder. "Terrible," she says. "No," I say, "look." She reads what I wrote. "Terrible," she says. "SHUT UP I LIKED IT," I say. "You're one of very few people," she says.

Fuck yeah.

If you don't have an LJ and will want to vote, get one now--they eliminate ones started during the competition.

Leigh and Isk are currently at work in the living room/dining room, creating a sorting system for all of his toys and placing all of the random objects throughout those rooms in those boxes after determining which category they belong to. So far, there has been an argument about whether there can be a helicopter box, whether 'castle blocks' go in the blocks box (and whether there needs to ne a subcategory for 'lincoln logs', and whether sponges in the shapes of animals count as 'figurines.' I anticipate about three more hours of this, with intermittant shouting.

2:30 on a Sunday is too early to start drinking, right?

[I, on the other hand, have already cleaned the whole kitchen...to my standards. I am 100% sure Leigh will walk in and tell me everything that's wrong with it, but my ability to care is, you know. Limited.]

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purimgifts is live! I got a nice little mytharc-y XF fic yesterday, all about Teena & the extended Spender/Mulder family dramaz. Today's fic hasn't gone live for me yet, so I'm just gonna keep refreshing my gifts page...

Is there a smart way to search and see if someone has already made a vid to a song that makes you think of a fandom? Because this happens to me, reasonably frequently, and I think, "Someone else has to have had this thought before, someone who, unlike me, actually knows how to vid or feels a stronger compulsion to do it, in any case." But I don't know how to go look for said vid, that someone else must have already made, because duh.

This post brought to you by Autoclave, by the Mountain Goats:



Because if anyone is going to describe his/her heart as a piece of scientific equipment designed to destroy things, I mean really.

Title: Going Where We've Never Been
Author: Amal Nahurriyeh (amalnahurriyeh/amalnahurriyeh)
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Genre: Gen
Characters: Mrs. Hudson, John Watson
Rating: T
Warnings: (skip) This story contains a terminally ill character discussing her end of life plans with a loved one. There is not going to be any heroic rescue; she is actually going to die. Prepare your feels.

Angst Level: high; check out the spoiler-barred warnings above if you are sensitive to stuff, or possibly have some tissues handy.
Timeline: About 3 years post-TRF. Sherlock is still "dead."

Summary: Amelia Hudson prepares.

Also available at the AO3.

Author's Notes:

Well, what I thought was a one-shot (Cheerful Songs for the Broken-Hearted) has spawned a series. Oops. You might want to go check out the series page on the Archive for the general timeline. However, this can be read as a standalone.

Title from Your Bones by Of Monsters and Men. Thanks to leigh_nahurriyeh for encouragement and cityesm for beta/britpick.


( Amelia's hospital room had quite a good view, she thought. )

Dear Purim Treat-a-thon Writer,

Hooray! I am super excited to be doing this exchange! I can't wait to see *whatever* you're going to make for me.

( General Things. )

( Fandom Notes )

In conclusion, I am really looking forward to whatever you want to make me! You can ask me questions if you want! Thank you in advance!

-Amal

If I were to start a DW community* specifically for feminist** fans of BBC Sherlock:

1) Would you join?
2) Would you participate in, say, weekly discussion posts?
3) Would you be willing to occasionally lead discussion posts?
4) Do you think sherlocked_feminists is a decent name? (I tried to pick one that made clear that the central fannish object is the BBC iteration, not the others--the comm as I envision it wouldn't be hostile to fans of the broader canon, but would specifically be intended for BBC!verse fans.)
5) And should I actually title it Angry Feminists Having Accidental Feels About BBC Sherlock? (to solve the Whose Face Are We Having Feels About Today problem.)

* keep in mind that the experience of philedom suggests I am not the world's best community mod, though my intentions are always good.

** with all the caveats that it's not a term everyone identifies with, and that the comm rules would make it clear that it's a broad category, and also that the relevant feminism would be intersectional (e.g., anti-racist, anti-homophobic, anti-transphobic, anti-classist, etc).

Title: Ravish Me
Author: Amal Nahurriyeh (amalnahurriyeh/amalnahurriyeh)
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Summary: Sherlock is experimenting with patterns of wear on lipstick in daily encounters. John is going to go insane.
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Rating: NC-17 (enough UST to explode a building; also some sex)
Warnings: None.
Timeline/Spoilers: Through 2.01
Disclaimer: Intellectual property is a capitalist fiction designed to oppress the working fic-writer. That said, I don't own them either.

A/N: Written from a prompt by amyhit, who wanted a fic about John having to cope with Sherlock wearing lipstick. I don't know precisely how I ended up writing ten thousand words for this prompt, but I do know that I enjoyed the process. Thanks to cityesm for the beta, Britpick, consultation about varieties of coffee cup lids, and making fun of me on tumblr by tagging this gif set with my name. Thanks also to my flist in general for being very helpful in telling me things about where makeup comes from in the UK, and my wife, leigh_nahurriyeh, for helping me choose the perfect prop for the last scene.

Oh, and, uh, people who are regular readers of my fic? This is, um, the tiniest bit dirtier than I usually write. Just, er, be forewarned.

Also available on the AO3.

( I don't know why you insist on asking for confirmation of your senses. )

Isk: Do you know what my favorite tv show is?
Amal: No, what is it?
Isk: Guess! It starts with an F!
Amal: I can't think of anything. What?
Isk: Phonics Farm!
Amal: *keeps a straight face*