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[personal profile] tdotbabs posting in [community profile] fanart_recs
Fandom: Real Ghostbusters
Characters/Pairing/Other Subject: Peter Venkman and PINKIE PIE!!!!
Content Notes/Warnings: A TON of partying. You've been warning.
Medium: Photoshop, SAI
Artist on DW/LJ: tdotbabs (me!)
Artist Website/Gallery: http://tdotbabs.deviantart.com/
Why this piece is awesome: Because little Peter Venkman is rocking the house with Pinkie Pie! Twice the insanity, twice the fun!:D
Link: http://tdotbabs.deviantart.com/art/Peter-Pinkie-Pony-Party-483482161
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[personal profile] dirty_diana posting in [community profile] fanart_recs
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe [Captain America]
Characters/Pairing/Other Subject: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Peggy Carter, Howling Commandos
Content Notes/Warnings: n/a
Medium: digital
Artist on DW/LJ: [livejournal.com profile] paperflower86
Artist Website/Gallery: [deviantart.com profile] paperflower86 [tumblr.com profile] paperflower86
Why this piece is awesome: I love poster styled art, but these are particularly fabulously executed. With the close attention to history and detail, they're a visual immersion in Steve's war.

Link: this piece on deviantart * this piece on tumblr
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[personal profile] dirty_diana posting in [community profile] fanart_recs
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe [Captain America]
Characters/Pairing/Other Subject: Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers
Content Notes/Warnings: animated gif, canon injuries
Medium: digital
Artist on DW/LJ: n/a
Artist Website/Gallery: [tumblr.com profile] renew01
Why this piece is awesome: Ridiculous and ridiculously cute fanart animations ftw! An intense moment from the denouement of the film is chibified and set on a hypnotising loop.

Link: untitled winter soldier gif
[personal profile] waywren posting in [community profile] poetry
Didn’t like jazz, he once claimed
In an interview,
The good doctor’s reaction to it
A bit like a hand retracting
From a slim volume

Of 20th century verse. In
Other words: good intentions,
But what does this yak, yak, yak

Have to do with me? This,
You understand, from a person
Who had listened
To an industrial river, forced
A painter’s brush to give up
Its low, animal noise,

Broke trees into
Sense.
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[personal profile] turlough posting in [community profile] fanart_recs
Fandom: Classic Doctor Who
Characters/Pairing/Other Subject: The Fourth Doctor
Content Notes/Warnings: n/a
Medium: pen?
Artist on DW/LJ: n/a
Artist Website/Gallery: [deviantart.com profile] polvoice

Why this piece is awesome: This is such a fun portrait of the Fourth Doctor. I love his big manic green and riotous curls.

Link: A Doctor a Day - Four
[personal profile] waywren posting in [community profile] poetry
When you are 13 years old,
the heat will be turned up too high
and the stars will not be in your favor.
You will hide behind a bookcase
with your family and everything left behind.
You will pour an ocean into a diary.
When they find you, you will be nothing
but a spark above a burning bush,
still, tell them
Despite everything, I really believe people are good at heart.

When you are 14,
a voice will call you to greatness.
When the doubters call you crazy, do not listen.
They don’t know the sound
of their own God’s whisper. Use your armor,
use your sword, use your two good hands.
Do not let their doubting
drown out the sound of your own heartbeat.
You are the Maid of Untamed Patriotism.
Born to lead armies into victory and unite a nation
like a broken heart.

When you are 15, you will be punished
for learning too proudly. A man
will climb onto your school bus and insist
your sisters name you enemy.
When you do not hide,
he will point his gun at your temple
and fire three times. Three years later,
in an ocean of words, with no apologies,
you will stand before the leaders of the world
and tell them your country is burning.

When you are 16 years old,
you will invent science fiction.
The story of a man named Frankenstein
and his creation. Soon after you will learn
that little girls with big ideas are more terrifying
than monsters, but don’t worry.
You will be remembered long after
they have put down their torches.

When you are 17 years old,
you will strike out Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig
one right after the other.
Men will be afraid of the lightening
in your fingertips. A few days later
you will be fired from the major leagues
because “Girls are too delicate to play baseball”

You will turn 18 with a baby on your back
leading Lewis and Clark
across North America.

You will turn 18
and become queen of the Nile.

You will turn 18
and bring justice to journalism.

You are now 18, standing on the precipice,
trembling before your own greatness.

This is your call to leap.

There will always being those
who say you are too young and delicate
to make anything happen for yourself.
They don’t see the part of you that smolders.
Don’t let their doubting drown out the sound
of your own heartbeat.

You are the first drop of a hurricane.
Your bravery builds beyond you. You are needed
by all the little girls still living in secret,
writing oceans made of monsters and
throwing like lightening.

You don’t need to grow up to find greatness.
You are stronger than the world has ever believed you to be.
The world laid out before you to set on fire.
All you have to do
is burn.

(via clementinevonradics

Boy Band Busted by Zillabean (SFW)

28 September 2014 19:26
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[personal profile] tdotbabs posting in [community profile] fanart_recs
Fandom: Real Ghostbusters
Characters/Pairing/Other Subject: Peter Venkman
Content Notes/Warnings: Boy Band nostalgia
Medium: digital; Photoshop
Artist on DW/LJ: zillabean
Artist Website/Gallery: http://zillabean.deviantart.com/
Why this piece is awesome: It's Peter rockin' the whole Backstreet Boys look!
Link: http://zillabean.deviantart.com/art/Commission-Boy-Band-Busted-443552391

A Quoi Bon Dire - Charlotte Mew

28 September 2014 11:36
[personal profile] lnhammer posting in [community profile] poetry
A Quoi Bon Dire

    Seventeen years ago you said
Something that sounded like Good-bye:
    And everybody thinks you are dead
        But I.

    So I as I grow stiff and cold
To this and that say Good-bye too;
    And everybody sees that I am old
        But you.

    And one fine morning in a sunny lane
Some boy and girl will meet and kiss and swear
    That nobody can love their way again
        While over there
You will have smiled, and I shall have tossed your hair.


source: The Farmer’s Bride, Charlotte Mew. London: Poetry Bookshop, 1916.

A Lost Chord - Adelaide Proctor

27 September 2014 19:43
[personal profile] lnhammer posting in [community profile] poetry
A Lost Chord

Seated one day at the Organ,
    I was weary and ill at ease,
And my fingers wandered idly
    Over the noisy keys.

I do not know what I was playing,
    Or what I was dreaming then;
But I struck one chord of music,
    Like the sound of a great Amen.

It flooded the crimson twilight,
    Like the close of an Angel’s Psalm,
And it lay on my fevered spirit
    With a touch of infinite calm.

It quieted pain and sorrow,
    Like love overcoming strife;
It seemed the harmonious echo
    From our discordant life.

It linked all perplexéd meanings
    Into one perfect peace,
And trembled away into silence
    As if it were loth to cease.

I have sought, but I seek it vainly,
    That one lost chord divine,
Which came from the soul of the Organ,
    And entered into mine.

It may be that Death’s bright angel
    Will speak in that chord again,
It may be that only in Heaven
    I shall hear that grand Amen.


source: The Poems of Adelaide A. Procter. Boston, Cambridge: Houghton, Mifflin and Co., Riverside Press, 1858.

Souvenirs by ladyyatexel (SFW)

26 September 2014 19:32
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[personal profile] turlough posting in [community profile] fanart_recs
Fandom: Classic Doctor Who
Characters/Pairing/Other Subject: The Fifth Doctor & Vislor Turlough
Content Notes/Warnings: n/a
Medium: digital art
Artist on DW/LJ: [livejournal.com profile] ladyyatexel
Artist Website/Gallery: [deviantart.com profile] ladyyatexel / LYX.com - kingdom burning down

Why this piece is awesome: This is such a fun and sweet work. I love the sparkly, multicoloured lights and the festive, exuberant atomsphere they create. They make me think of amusement parks and carnevals. The Doctor and Turlough's smiling faces and relaxed poses, and the various knicknacks they seem to have picked up add to the feeling of pleasure and enjoyment.

Link: Souvenirs
[personal profile] lnhammer posting in [community profile] poetry
Nightfall

She sits beside: through four low panes of glass
The sun, a misty meadow, and the stream;
Falling through rounded elms the last sunbeam.
Through night’s thick fibre sudden barges pass
With great forelights of gold, with trailing mass
Of timber: rearward of their transient gleam
The shadows settle, and profounder dream
Enters, fulfils the shadows. Vale and grass
Are now no more; a last leaf strays about,
Then every wandering ceases; we remain.
Clear dusk, the face of wind is on the sky:
The eyes I love lift to the upper pane—
Their voice gives note of welcome quietly
“I love the air in which the stars come out.”


source: Wild Honey from Various Thyme, Michael Field. London: T. Fisher Unwin, 1908.
[personal profile] lnhammer posting in [community profile] poetry
On an Unsociable Family

O what a strange parcel of creatures are we,
Scarce ever to quarrel, or even agree;
We all are alone, though at home altogether,
Except to the fire constrained by the weather;
Then one says, “’Tis cold”, which we all of us know,
And with unanimity answer, “’Tis so”:
With shrugs and with shivers all look at the fire,
And shuffle ourselves and our chairs a bit nigher;
Then quickly, preceded by silence profound,
A yawn epidemical catches around:
Like social companions we never fall out,
Nor ever care what one another’s about;
To comfort each other is never our plan,
For to please ourselves, truly, is more than we can.


source: The Death of Ammon. A Poem. With an Appendix: Containing Pastorals, and Other Poetical Pieces, Elizabeth Hands. Coventry, 1789.
[personal profile] lnhammer posting in [community profile] poetry
Lines Occasioned by the Burning of Some Letters

Not all pale Hecate’s direful charms,
When hell’s invoked to rise in swarms,
When graves are ransacked, mandrakes torn,
And rue and baleful nightshade torn,
Could give that torturing, racking pain
These magic lines did once obtain;
There’s no one letter in the whole,
But what conspired to wound the soul.

But now! the dread enchantment’s o’er;
The spell is broke, they plague no more.
’Twas only paper daubed with art:
Could such a trifle gain a heart,
Obstruct the peace of early life,
And set the passions all at strike,
Admit no cure, till time erased
The fond ideas fancy placed?

Combustible I’m sure you are;
Arise, ye flames! assist me, air!
Waft the vain atoms to the wind,
Disperse the fraud, and purge mankind.
The fatal relics thus removed,
Does Celia look like one who loved,
Who durst her future peace repose
On vows, and oaths, and toys like those?

Fallacious deity! to thee
The guilt, and the simplicity,
Who thought such cobwebs-arts could bind,
To all eternity, the mind.
When honour’s fled, they flame expire,
And end in smoke like common fire.

Thus the entangled bird, set free,
Finds treble joy in liberty.
Her little hear may throb and beat,
Nor soon the danger past forget,
Dread to forsake the safeguard wood,
And shun awhile the chrystal flood;
But with the next returning spring,
Retire to shades—you’ll hear her sing.

source: Eighteenth Century Women Poets: An Oxford Anthology, ed. R.H. Lonsdale. Oxford University Press, 1990.
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[personal profile] ratcreature posting in [community profile] fanart_recs
It's time for our regular reccer recruiting post, and to look ahead to the next month. So far we have two volunteer reccers who signed up for October with these fandoms:

* Bandom ([personal profile] turlough)
* Marvel Comics ([personal profile] dirty_diana)


So we already have a few recs too look forward to in October, but it would of course be awesome if we had more recs. There is still plenty of opportunity for you to jump in and volunteer to rec next month (or to convince your friends to do some reccing). And many cheers for all of our members who volunteer to rec, especially if you rec regularly. Your valiant repeat efforts keep the comm alive.

Looking even further ahead so far NO reccer has volunteered for November, so that month definitely still needs some love (and recs! *g*) too. So please consider reccing in a fandom of your choice, whether small or huge, and comment on the sign-up post and volunteer for October, November or even further ahead if you are so well organized, that you know your fannish interests and time commitments in advance. It's only four recs as a minimum, and you can rec any genre or rating. Or promote us to your friends or in your favorite communities so others do the work.

Open Rec Posting

The monthly open reccing period for all members starts now and lasts until the end of September. If you are looking for something to inspire you, the prompt for this week is "Change", but that's totally optional for the recs. However they do still have to conform to the usual rec format and follow the rules for what is allowed to be recced here.

(Comments here are disabled, because I want to bundle volunteering in the sign-up post so that nothing gets lost, and you can see the list of claimed slots there too.)
[personal profile] lnhammer posting in [community profile] poetry
Is it to love, to fix the tender gaze,
    To hide the timid blush, and steal away;
    To shun the busy world, and waste the day
In some rude mountain’s solitary maze?
Is it to chant one name in ceaseless lays,
    To hear no words that other tongues can say,
    To watch the pale moon’s melancholy ray,
To chide in fondness, and in folly praise?
    Is it to pour th’ involuntary sigh,
To dream of bliss, and wake new pangs to prove;
    To talk, in fancy, with the speaking eye,
Then start with jealousy, and wildly rove;
    Is it to loath the light, and wish to die?
For these I feel,—and feel that they are love.

source: The Poetical Works of the late Mrs Mary Robinson, Mary Robinson. London, 1806.
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[personal profile] turlough posting in [community profile] fanart_recs
Fandom: Classic Doctor Who
Characters/Pairing/Other Subject: The Second Doctor & Jamie McCrimmon
Content Notes/Warnings: n/a
Medium: ink?
Artist on DW/LJ: n/a
Artist Website/Gallery: [deviantart.com profile] gravelgirty

Why this piece is awesome: This is such a lovely portrait of the Doctor and Jamie. I love the way they're half-turned away from the viewer, walking down a rocky slope. Hunched a little in the chill, with the wind at their backs. On their way to or from another adventure. The simple lines and generous use of white space makes it a wonderfully evocative piece.

Link: The Doctor and Jamie
[personal profile] lnhammer posting in [community profile] poetry
This week, a sampling of -- well, I was going to say pre-20th century female poets, but a couple earliest 20th century poems from prorogated Victorians snuck into the basket. But all more than a century old, anyway.



To the Fair Clarinda, Who Made Love to Me, Imagined More Than Woman

Fair lovely maid, or if that title be
Too weak, too feminine for nobler thee,
Permit a name that more approaches truth:
And let me call thee, lovely charming youth.
This last will justify my soft complaint,
While that may serve to lessen my constraint;
And without blushes I the youth pursue,
When so much beauteous woman is in view,
Against thy charms we struggle but in vain
With thy deluding form thou giv’st us pain,
While the bright nymph betrays us to the swain.
In pity to our sex sure thou wert sent,
That we might love, and yet be innocent:
For sure no crime with thee we can commit;
Or if we should—thy form excuses it.
For who, that gathers fairest flowers believes
A snake lies hid beneath the fragrant leaves.

Thou beauteous wonder of a different kind,
Soft Cloris with the dear Alexis joined;
When ere the manly part of thee, would plead
Thou tempts us with the image of the maid,
While we the noblest passions do extend
The love to Hermes, Aphrodite the friend.


source: Early Modern Women’s Writing, ed. Paul Salzman. Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2000.

Stub September - Fan Communities

21 September 2014 22:54
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[personal profile] fanloremod posting in [community profile] fanlore
It's the last full week of Stub September! Thank you again to every who has participated thus far, we've had some great contributions!

The theme this week is fan communities!

This includes websites, forums, mailing lists, and other fan spaces. Some examples of fan community pages that are currently stubs include:


Resources for editing fan community pages )

If you have any questions, feel free to comment on this post or to email the Fanlore Gardeners. We also would love to hear about your contributions to the challenge so far in the comments below. Happy editing!

Dynamic Duo by jovaline [sfw]

19 September 2014 15:34
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[personal profile] dirty_diana posting in [community profile] fanart_recs
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe [Captain America]
Characters/Pairing/Other Subject: Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanov
Content Notes/Warnings: n/a
Medium: digital
Artist on DW/LJ: n/a
Artist Website/Gallery: [tumblr.com profile] jovaline
Why this piece is awesome: Colourful, playful rendition of the Romanogers broship.

Link: Dynamic Duo
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[personal profile] dirty_diana posting in [community profile] fanart_recs
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe [Captain America]
Characters/Pairing/Other Subject: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers
Content Notes/Warnings: small amount of blood [scraped knee injury]
Medium: digital
Artist on DW/LJ: n/a
Artist Website/Gallery: [twitter.com profile] noonrema
Why this piece is awesome: I'm not sure what's up with the rain theme in the Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers fandom, but this moody piece of them sharing an umbrella is the sweetest one I've seen.

Link: I am with you until the end of the line.

from Sublimation | Anne Michaels

19 September 2014 12:18
[personal profile] kaberett posting in [community profile] poetry
Once you called at midnight
to talk about Hindemith,
to tell me how his overtones connect each bar,
invisible thread, sounds we can't hear.
These harmonics guide us through the music, resolve
the twelve tones like mist in a valley,
the reflection of sky in water,
the illusion that what's unnamed remains unformed.
Our voices connected by black wire,
words carried on waves.

We are the strain and stress of a line,
the poem's tension singing in each black wire
of words, and between the first line and the last.
We are the angle of light that burns water,
the point of intersection that creates perspective.

You have lived Brecht's parable of the Chalk Circle.
When I was caught in the middle, you let go
so I wouldn't be torn to pieces.
Your actions have taught me what it is to love -
that it's holding back, as well as holding.

For the first time I'm going
where you can't join me. I know that home
is the one place you won't come.
But you of all people must understand -
the need to hear my language in every mouth.
I can't think in America.

I've never let myself describe you
and now there's no time left
your meaning spills out of me
like the essence of an atom cracking
on the edge of speed's bowl,
liquid in its longing to become part of something else,
transformed.

Flesh moves to become spirit.
You were the only one to understand my conversion.
Many people have asked me about God;
my proof is manifestation,
that God can be called
'getting over fear'.

I wanted badly that truth be a single thing;
now I know it won't be measured.

It wasn't Heisenberg or Hindemith, but you
who convinced me
that nothing can be unravelled to its core,
that truth is a field, a cage, a cloud of sound.
How else to reconcile the faces of those running away
with the faces of those turning away,
with the faces of those in uniform - that hair-shirt
that says more about a man than his eyes
because you can't tell the parts of his face
that are his.
How else to encompass both that crying and those
orders; the sound of my own voice
begging, and my voice telling jokes to the man
without shoes beside me on a train;
how else to encompass the moon's chilling scream
as it calls out in its bad sleep above the earth
and your voice on the phone,
waking me in Paris, Los Angeles, New York.

Prayer | Carol Ann Duffy

19 September 2014 02:29
[personal profile] kaberett posting in [community profile] poetry
Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer
utters itself. So, a woman will lift
her head from the sieve of her hands and stare
at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift.

Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth
enters our hearts, that small familiar pain;
then a man will stand stock-still, hearing his youth
in the distant Latin chanting of a train.

Pray for us now. Grade 1 piano scales
console the lodger looking out across
a Midlands town. Then dusk, and someone calls
a child's name as though they named their loss.

Darkness outside. Inside, the radio's prayer -
Rockall. Malin. Dogger. Finisterre.
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[personal profile] turlough posting in [community profile] fanart_recs
Fandom: Classic Doctor Who
Characters/Pairing/Other Subject: The First, Second, Third, and Fifth Doctors & the Ainley!Master
Content Notes/Warnings: n/a
Medium: digital cartoon
Artist on DW/LJ: n/a
Artist Website/Gallery: [deviantart.com profile] caycowa

Why this piece is awesome: This is so much fun. It's totally what happened after the Brig decked the Master in The Five Doctors! I love their expressions, particularly the Fifth Doctor's completely befuddled one.

Link: The Five Doctors and the One Master

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