I have not been feeling great for the past five days, so mostly I've been in bed reading fic. I finally got around to reading nepthys_uk
's Still Waters
(Sam/Gene, NC-17, 53 000 words), which is every bit as brilliant as I always thought it would be. I've also read a few Merlin
fics; mostly modern AUs, because that's what most people write and I've basically got to the point where I OTP hard enough I don't care to be particular anymore.
On top of that, I watched Death of a Superhero
with Thomas Brodie-Sangster and Andy Serkis. It's all about a fifteen year old called Donald (Brodie-Sangster) who's trying to deal with (or not deal with) his cancer by retreating to his comic-book world. He's just this side of suicidal and understandably angry at his lot in life, so his parents and the police make him visit Dr Adrian King (Serkis). This is not a film I recommend if you're not feeling physically or emotionally strong --- it's gritty and realistic in most ways --- and therefore pretty fucking depressing. I watched it because Brodie-Sangster is one of those actors whose performances will compel me to watch things I'd ordinarily shy away from. I really liked the use of animation in the film, it was truly beautifully shot, with a great soundtrack, and Brodie-Sangster and Serkis were both completely aces, but I think something was missing, overall --- in some ways, it felt like there were too many themes being tackled at once.
I totally watched five episodes of Phineas and Ferb
back to back after watching the film, and they were not only delightful, but kind of ingenious too.