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jane eyre, deleted scenes moment, and other things
children of dune - leto 1
...right, so I need to re-read the book. Did not see Jane/Bertha coming. Thank you deleted scenes, my day has gotten so much better.

In other news, Rochester Creepneto is a creepy creepster that is creepily creeping (TM [personal profile] liv), but sadly, he's also Fassenberg, so I don't actually have a strong moral objection more powerful than "Yes, please, creep more." I keep watching to despise him more and I end up going "Okay, so he drives his wives crazy, sure, but those pants" and the surreal part is two of the period vids have McAvoy and Fassenberg randomly in suits with tight pants and it's not fucking fair to hit me like that when I'm not prepared.

I could end up with period Charles/Erik. I mean...holy shit, Charles is not Jane Eyre, do not think like that, no matter how accomplished he is. I am not going there. But someone should, so comment when you see it, please?

I'm staring blankly at Tom Hardy playing Heathcliff in Wuthering Heights and then a diversion into Fingersmith. I do not think my libido will survive a full frontal assault one after the other like this, but Byronic Sociopathic Hardy and My Glove Fetish Let Me Show You It Fingersmith seems like a combination that shouldn't be attempted without alcohol.

In other news, in a fit of melancholy, have added Downton Abbey to my watching list for the week. Things not to do; noting down every show in a period romance vid and deciding to watch them. That's how you end up staring blankly at Atonement again, because yes tragic, but--McAvoy. Pretty.

Currently attempting to plan an early November trip to South Padre with Child and various people who want to attempt Texas when it's not a temperature more suited to cooking on pavement. Possibly this is the only thing that is reconciling me to the fact I have to go back to work tomorrow. If anyone is interested in South Padre in November, feel free to email; I'm still in the joy of condo searching and marveling at the massive price difference when one goes off-season. But I am easy. All I want is a balcony overlooking the beach and time away from my cubicle.

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Randomly, if you're in a British-period-drama sort of mood, I'm going to throw in a vote for Garrow's Law. Andrew Buchan wistfully and delicately pining after Lyndsey Marshal, who is married to a sinfully-dressed Rupert Graves. There is no bad there.

There is actually a vid out there with Creepneto and Becoming Jane-era McAvoy mooning all over each other. I can't find it atm, but you probably have better google-fu than I do.

If you're going to go on a period romance bender, I'd also suggest the 2006 version of Jane Eyre, North and South, and the 2009 version of Emma, just so you don't drown in all the melancholy of Atonement.

Found it! It's more a mash-up of everything they've been in, my apologies.

I no longer have Netflix, so I will be counting on you in order to watch Tom Hardy vicariously!!!!

Downton Abbey is THE BEST.

That's all really.

Oh, you are going to love Downton Abbey. It is brilliantly done.

And Fingersmith! *squee* I didn't know there was a show already! How good is it???

Heh. Classic lit theory has it that Mad Mrs. Rochester is Jane's repressed Victorian sexuality (ie "the mad woman in the attic") made manifest. It does make the slashing that more interesting...


i wanted to cut my own heart out after that movie. fuck you james mcavoy. *sob*

though i do recommend children of dune for the most creepywrongdirtybadawesome sexual tension you have ever seen in your life.

why you gotta do me like that, jam? why?

I watch that movie regularly. With the making out at the end. Which youre so used to them by then it takes an awfully long time--days, even--to realize they're twins and shouldnt' be doing that.

I love you, James of incestuous giant sandwormness.

okay there's that, and then there's the conversation with his grandmother about his destiny in which he is basically eyefucking her, and you're like, JAMES, NO. PUT THE SEXUAL TENSION DOWN. BACK AWAY. STOP BEING SO STUPID HOT.

The writhing when he's beign spice overdosed. Christ. Christ, James. Writhe baby.

my mind just smushed these two threads together. hot overdose. let's put tom hardy and james mcavoy in the same room.

I want to cross these over and there's no possible way to do it. *rage at the universe*

So this pair of posts has led to me adding so many things to my Netflix queue.

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