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FANMIX: Sanctuary: James Watson/Helen Magnus/John Druitt: Goodnight Trouble

nomorefrostbite — Sun, 30 Jun 2013 18:35:23 GMT

"Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame;
It is the reflex of our earthly frame,
That takes its meaning from the nobler part,
And but translates the language of the heart."
{Desire - Samuel Taylor Coleridge}

In 2011 I donated relief funds to the Japanese Tsunami appeal via purchasing a Sanctuary James/Helen/John OT3 epic historyfic of pornographic epicness over at help_japan, and whilst I don't think progress is being made on it anymore, I was inspired to MAKE A THREE PART MIX of the slightly AU concept that has legitimately been on the back burner for a long time.

I was ready to post this back at the end of 2011/beginning of 2012, right before Megaupload went kaboom, and since all my old links were Megaupload I put the post on private and eventually forgot all about it as I waited for MU to come back. Which it never did!!

SO.

Imagine. Let's just scratch Season 4 of Sanctuary, and most of 2 and 3 in actual fact, and go back to AU basics.
A chronological three part mix of 19th century Victoriana OT3 Oxfordian love, 19th and 20th century Ripper style love&war, leading up to the 21st century of right now - love, OT3 tragedy, death? YOU DECIDE.

James is alive. John is alive and sortof maybe back from crazy town.
The Tragic Never Dying Woeful Forever OT3 Love Continues.
But people we love do die eventually - even members of the Holy Five.
♥ + ♥ + ♥

"Goodnight Trouble... In Three Parts.
Young Love. War and Heartache. Tender Reconciliation and Death."

{GOODNIGHT TROUBLE (poetry written with a splash of blood).
a james watson/helen magnus/john druitt ot3 AU three part fanmix.}

Part One - The Good Old Days...

Front Cover.

Back Cover.

01 // LOVE’S A BITCH // pierre adenot
Instrumental.

02 // BOATS AND BIRDS // gregory and the hawk
If you be my star, i'll be your sky, you can hide underneath me and come out at night.
When I turn jet black and you show off your light, I live to let you shine.
I live to let you shine.

03 // I WANT TO HOLD YOUR HAND // t.v. carpio
Oh please say to me, you'll let me be your man.
And please say to me, you'll let me hold your hand.
Yeah, you, you got that something, I think you'll understand.
When I feel that something, I wanna hold your hand.

04 // PLAYGROUND LOVE // air
I’m a high school lover, and you’re my favourite flavour.
Love is all, all my soul - you’re my playground love.
Yet my hands are shaking, I feel my body remains:
Times no matter, i’m on fire, on the playground, love.

05 // LA FAMILIA // mirah
Let's none of us forget about who we are - so choose a path and follow it, take a pill and swallow it
None of us forget about who we are - it's not forever we can fool around in the dark.

If we sleep together, would it make it any better?
If we sleep together, would you be my friend forever?

06 // THE FIRST FIVE TIMES // stars
Fifth time in your bedroom, and finally we rested, and you leaned upon your elbow and began to speak to me.
But you stopped yourself and kissed me, and I grabbed your lips and told you:
I know, I know, I know. I feel the same as you.

07 // TRIAD // jefferson airplane
You want to know how it will be - me and him or you and me:
You both stand there your long hair flowing, eyes alive your mind still growing, saying to me, "What can we do now that we both love you?”
I love you two - I don't really see why can't we go on as three.

08 // TWO AT A TIME // shelly fraley
Two at a time, they say, the best of ways to find your place.
Heart was beating, thump thump speeding, faster when I saw your face.
Round and round it goes, and where it stops, oh no one knows. Can't predict it, but I gotta say I hope it's so...
If I look your way, you will catch my gaze. You will find a way, to my door, it's open wide in wait.

09 // 3 // britney spears
Babe, pick a night to come out and play. If it's alright, what do you say?
Merrier the more - triple fun that way. Twister on the floor, what do you say?

Are you in? Living in sin is the new thing (yeah).

10 // DRIVE // melissa ferrick
Your mouth waters, stretched out on my bed, your fingers are trembling and your heart is heavy and red.
And your head is bent back, and your back is arched, my hand is under there holding you up.

I’ll hold you up, and drive you all night.
I’ll hold you up, and drive you baby ‘till you feel the daylight.

11 // MASTER PLAN // adam lambert
Your skin is burning at the sight of me, your mask can't hide what you’re thinking:
Don't ask (Don't tell), just take what you need - i'm an open book, so go on and take a look.

We are the face of a new generation, we are the ones who have no reservations.
Don't give a damn 'bout your cold calculation:
Welcome to the Master Plan, don’t care if you understand!

12 // ALL MINE // portishead
All the stars may shine bright, all the clouds may be white, but when you smile ohh how I feel so good that I can hardly wait to hold you, enfold you - never enough!
Render your heart to me - all mine.

13 // THE BOOK OF LOVE // peter gabriel
The book of love is long and boring, and written very long ago.
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes, and things we're all too young to know.
But I, I love it when you give me things; and you, you ought to give me wedding rings.

14 // I KNOW YOUR NAME // misen
I followed the signs - I walked in the dark, I was blind. Lost my soul, sold my heart, and I was so strong.
I paid the price for freedom.

Come say my name; i’ll be pure and ashamed.
There must be a wind in my eye, come say my name.
I followed the signs. I never expected to find anyone I could love, or place I belonged, somewhere in my heart a feeling so strong.
I’ll find my way to freedom.

'GOODNIGHT TROUBLE {poetry written with a splash of blood} Part One' -
14 TRACKS & COVER ART ZIPPED HERE.

Part Two - The Chasm Inbetween...

FRONT COVER.

BACK COVER.

01 // CAPTURED // bic runga
I want you when you are close to me, I want you never to be far.
I know you have laid a trap for me, yes, I know you, but not as who you are.

Black on the ground, I am still as a stone. Whatever changed my love to despair?
Light through the clouds trapped the scent of a soul - in a moment, my love, I am captured, captured.

02 // EYES ON FIRE // blue foundation
I’ll seek you out – flay you alive – one more word and you won’t survive.
And i’m not scared of your stolen power; I see right through you any hour.

03 // BLACK BLACK HEART // david usher
Black Black Heart, why would you offer more? Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy?
I'm on fire - I'm rotting to the core. I'm eating all your Kings and Queens, all your sex and your diamonds.

04 // COSMIC LOVE // florence and the machine
The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out.
You left me in the dark - no dawn, no day - I'm always in this twilight, in the shadow of your heart.
And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat - I tried to find the sound, but then it stopped, and I was in the darkness; so darkness I became.

05 // MIND UR MANNERS // patients
Close my eyes and come lay me down, and count the teeth marks along my bones.
Close your eyes and come lay you down, I'll count the scars along your knuckles.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained or it's what they say... but you've done well by sitting idle.
There is no fixing you this time, some lines crossed are not forgiven.

06 // IT’S A WAR // chandelle
Run.... while you can, and don’t stop for air.
It’s a War that we’re heading for, and it starts here tonight.
Wipe you clean, like a memory.

07 // ROLLING IN THE DEEP // adele
The scars of your love remind me of us, they keep me thinking that we almost had it all.
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless, I can't help feeling we could have had it all.
Rolling in the deep (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand (You're gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it to the beat (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

08 // TROY // sinead o’connor
And I never meant to hurt you, I swear I didn't mean those things I said - I never meant to do that to you , next time I'll keep my hands to myself instead.
Oh, does she love you? What do you want to do? Does she need you like I do?
Do you love her? Is she good for you? Does she hold you like I do? Do you want me? Should I leave?
I know you're always telling me that you love me, just sometimes I wonder if I should believe.
Oh, I love you. God, I love you. I'd kill a dragon for you.
I'll die, but I will rise, and I will return - the Phoenix from the flame.
I have learned, I will rise, and you'll see me return.
Being what I am... there is no other Troy for me to burn.

09 // PAINTED BLACK // lee mead
Painted black, painted black - black as night, black as coal.
I wanna see the sun, blotted out from the sky.

10 // TEAR YOU APART // she wants revenge
I want to hold you close, skin pressed against me tight.
Lie still, and close your eyes girl; so lovely, it feels so right.
I want to hold you close, soft breasts, beating heart.
As I whisper in your ear: “I want to fucking tear you apart.”

11 // DEGAUSSER // brand new
Well take me, take me back to your bed, I love you so much that it hurts my head!
Say, I don't mind you under my skin; I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in.
When we were made we were set apart - life is a test and I get bad marks,
Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins.
The storm is coming, the storm is coming in.

12 // DON’T LEAVE ME BEHIND // the fallen
You won't go away.
These aching memories still dance around me, spilling over everything with beauty.
I see your face in everything before me, your voice is hunting me.

13 // JACK THE RIPPER // afi
And oh, you look so tired, but tonight you presume too much, too much, too much.
And if it's the last thing I ever do - i'm gonna get you.
Crash into my arms, I want you, you don't agree, but you don't refuse.
I know you.

14 // WHAT’S THE USE OF WOND’RIN // amanda palmer
Common sense may tell you that the ending will be sad, and now’s the time to break and run away.
Oh, what's the use of wond'rin if the ending will be sad?
He's your fella, and you love him, there's nothing more to say.

'GOODNIGHT TROUBLE {poetry written with a splash of blood} Part Two' -
14 TRACKS & COVER ART ZIPPED HERE.

Part Three - Our Present Day...

FRONT COVER.

BACK COVER.

01 // DAYDREAMS // abel korzeniowski
Instrumental.

02 // DIRTY LITTLE SECRET // sarah machlachlan
There's nothing to be gained from this but disaster...
Here's a good one - did you hear about my friend, he's embarrassed to be seen now because we all know his sins.
If I had the chance love, you know I would not hesitate to tell you all the things I never said before, don't tell me it's too late.

03 // THE ICE IS GETTING THINNER // death cab for cutie
We're not the same, dear, as we used to be - the seasons have changed and so have we.
There was little we could say, and even less we could do to stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you.
We bury our love in the wintery grave - a lump in the snow was all that remained.
But we stayed by its side as the days turned to weeks, and the ice kept getting thinner with every word that we'd speak.

04 // ON AND ON AND ON // wilco
Please don’t cry, we’re designed to die, don’t deny what’s inside.
On and on and on we’ll stay together yeah, on and on and on.
One day we’ll disappear together in a dream, however short or long our lives are going to be.
I will live in you or you will live in me, until we disappear together in a dream.

05 // LUCKY // bif naked
It was a monday, when my lover told me: "Never pay the Reaper with love only."
What could I say to you, except: "I love you, and i’d give my life for yours."
I know we are, we are the lucky ones.

06 // I DON’T SLEEP WELL // hello saferide
There is someone else right beside me, he kept every secret I told, he giggled his way straight through fall - and I don’t sleep well at all.
He knows when I’m happy and nods when I’m sad, and he puts out when I come home drunk.
And suddenly I stand real tall - but I don’t sleep well at all.

07 // WE’RE BOTH SO SORRY // mirah
I can't understand why you refuse my one request, just to press against my weaponry and then lay bare your chest - challenges like these can be won or lost or laid to rest.
Now we both agree to separate from the lonely castle steps; the kingdom is destabilized, the watchtower unmanned, the bedroom lies abandoned and the future is unplanned.
But we've got the past to remind us of love chivalrous and grand; and hey i'm sorry 'bout so much baby but I know you'll understand.
I'm sorry 'bout so much baby but I know you'll understand.

08 // SAMSON // regina spektor
You are my sweetest downfall - I loved you first, I loved you first.
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth; I have to go, I have to go.
Your hair was long when we first met.
Samson went back to bed, not much hair left on his head, he ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed.
And history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us, and the bible didn't mention us, not even once.

09 // SWAY // shelly fraley
I saw you in a dream, waiting there for me; I wore you on my heart, you wore me on your sleeve.
We danced beneath the stars, down beside the creek; tomorrow when I wake, I'll remember how it used to be: sway, sway... ain't no rhyme or reason going to tell us why the good goes away.
Sway, sway... it's dizzying the feeling thinking about how all good things change.

10 // FORGIVENESS // misen
I’m... I’m a roamer in time, I travel alone throughout an endless journey.
Home, where is my home? Fragments of a love life, I won’t surrender.
When the spirits are calling my name, then I will have passed all the sorrow and pain:
And i’ll go to heaven with you, i’ll lay down my head on your pillow and ask for forgiveness.

11 // SAY IT’S POSSIBLE // terra naomi
And though they say it's possible to me, I don't see how it's probable; I see the course we're on spinning farther from what I know.
I'll hold on - tell me that you won't let go. Tell me that you won't let go
This could be something beautiful - combine our love into something wonderful - but times are tough I know, and the pull of what we can't give up takes hold.

12 // GOODNIGHT TROUBLE // sarah sleanv
I kissed my friend, and he took my hand.
My trouble took flight - goodnight trouble, goodnight.

13 // SHOW // beth gibbons
Let the show begin... let the clouds roll.
There's a life to be found in this world, and now I see it's all but a game that we hope to achieve what we can, what we will, what we did suddenly.
But it's all just a show - a time for us and the words we'll never know.
And daylight comes and fades with the tide, and I'm here to stay.

14 // RUNAWAY HORSES (POETRY WRITTEN WITH A SPLASH OF BLOOD) // philip glass
Instrumental

'GOODNIGHT TROUBLE {poetry written with a splash of blood} Part Three' -
14 TRACKS & COVER ART RARed HERE.

Comments are for all eternity holy threesome loveydoveyness.♥

Previous Helen/John Mixes;
{YOUR HAND IN MINE}

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{THE ANSWER IS WAR}

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{MY BODY IS A CAGE}

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{BLACK BLACK HEART}

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{HEART'S A MESS}

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{I'M YOUR VILLAIN: You Make Me Wish I Had a Time Machine...}

FIC: TDKR: "Our Bed is Made (For Two)"

nomorefrostbite — Sun, 29 Jul 2012 02:01:26 GMT

I haven't written fic in about four years, and although i'm a longtime (11 years) rp'er of the slash variety, it's MUCH different to actually write fullblown fanfic. I take my hat off to all the fic writers out there! Idek how you manage to create such magic.

Buuuttttttt I COULD NOT RESIST. The lovely lovely meowlina put up a delicious prompt over at my new favourite hang out spot tdkr_kink, and I was compelled to fill it.
I've been reading every fic for this pairing I could find over the last week, so fellow shippers will no doubt see fanon inspiration. I JUST LOVE EVERYTHING EVERYONE IS DOING WITH THIS FANDOM RIGHT NOW, I CAN'T EVEN.

For the few of you on my flist who plan to see The Dark Knight Rises, but haven't yet, i'll make sure anything spoilerific is behind a cut. Love you guys.

Title: Our Bed is Made (For Two)
Author: nomorefrostbite
Pairing/Characters: Bane/Talia al Ghul ♥♥♥
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: Their very last night together... (original flawfree prompt here at the tdkr kink meme...)
Warnings: Angst? Spoilers for TDKR obviously. Sex most definitely. TRUE EPIC LOVE isn't a 'warning', but i'll warn you all for it anyway.
Word Count: 3,952

Dying was not something she minded doing for her father’s cause – her cause now, theirs – and nor indeed was suffering. She had suffered enough at the hands of others down in the darkness of the pit, and it seemed an amusing concept to now consider that every iota of torment that she had to endure was delivered at her own hands.

Of course she could blame others; her father for not succeeding, Crane for just the same, Bruce and his troublesome ‘assistants’ for persevering against the proper order of things, and others besides. Talia, however, was not the kind of woman who heaped condemnation upon the shoulders of others when she herself had been the one to wield the deciding blow.
Since their little siege had begun, there had been not a moment in which her mask had slipped. Not for one second of time had Miranda Tate been anyone but the righteous moralistic world-saving doe eyed activist, a wonderfully appealing rags to riches story fit to grace the columns of the Gotham society pages. She only wanted to do good. She only ever wanted to help people. Ushering in a better world than this dark cruel place was a worthwhile cause for one such as her.

Of course that particular part had never been a lie; she would welcome in this new world, she would birth it from her own flesh and blood. Her own mother had died to save her (or so she chose to remember), and now she would do the very same and be Mother to the world, as her sweet friend would be it’s Father. Together, as they were always meant to be.

So for months on end now she had been Miranda, perfect strong defiant naive Miranda. And he had been Bane.
It wouldn’t do to run the slightest risk of discovery, not with their end so close in sight, so she had ‘fought the good fight’ with her resistance compatriots - but each night that she had managed to steal alone in a safehouse, each night not sharing a floor or bed or pull out couch with someone who’d burn soon enough, she curled her fingers deep inside herself and was Talia, and in her thoughts her fingers were thicker, blunt, strong beyond imagining, and his.

"Miss Tate... I do believe I have a few questions for you." There would be no exile for her, and only death of her own choosing. These words, however, were not spoken to spare her judgement at Crane’s hands, but for far more personal reasons. Although she had been Miranda, he had always been Bane, and the mask he wore was of a more permanent nature than hers had been.

His couldn’t (shouldn’t) come off, but tonight hers would. That was Bane’s decision. There was no risk anymore, none not worth taking, and with the Bat gone from Gotham, and the merry band of imbeciles either in iron downstairs or hiding away like rats in the sewers, his Princess would be free.
"Bring her." He gestured at the nearest of his men, who without hesitation gripped the lovely Miss Tate by her oh so delicate arm and hauled her to her feet, shoving her with careless force down the corridor. Bane was so glad to see her little friends utterly frantically concerned for her wellbeing.

The mercenary was sent back to his duties once far from prying worried eyes, and Bane dragged Miss Tate bodily down the long corridor of the lowest floor deep underground, and through across the threshold of the makeshift bedroom he had crafted for them from an old filing storage room, the comfortingly familiar scent of old musty paper still lingering heavy in the air. With her a city away since the siege began, this bedroom had always been theirs, shared, space for her in their bed, room upon the shelf for her books, her own clothes kept in pristeen storage ready for this moment, the moment Miranda Tate crossed the threshold and blossomed into Talia al Ghul.

And she did. Her mask was dropped, the fear and terror in her trembling gaze melting away into the most intoxicatingly knowing heat as she turned to look at Bane, her sweet friend, her protector, casting her glance back over her shoulder and laughing with such musical amusement. Their time was near and he thought she seemed almost giddy from it for a moment; a part of her so beautiful, so exquisite, that only he ever got to see, a warm spark, a remnant of those few brief moments of simple happiness together from before either of them had bothered with masks, even in each others company.

It startled him a moment to catch a glimpse of times long past (and perhaps that had been her intention), caught staring as a moth to flame as she so easily shoved his heavy mass hard against the door, slamming it shut in the process. As Bane’s hand crept back to lock it, her own reached over his head and around his neck, the cool metal of the cuffs as much a balm against his skin as her fingers were caressing over his scalp, Talia hooking them around his neck with determined force to tug him down for a biting kiss.

Of course even as Talia bit and nibbled and gnawed a kiss of her own devising into the firm flesh of his neck, a tender spot well known to her just below his mask’s edge, she still recalled the taste of his plush lips on hers from before she’d ever escaped into the light. It had been far more chaste then, granted, but some memories never faded – that was one of the gentler ones.

This was what their kisses were now, and had been for long years. Her lips on his skin, her teeth and tongue tormenting flesh. The bright of his eyes delivering his own tender kisses in ways no ‘real’ kiss from anyone else had ever managed to achieve. This was what was real to Talia. Him, Bane, her sweet protector; he had always been her reality, from the moment she drew breath it often felt. Of course she hadn’t dared be strong enough for any small intake of oxygen until he’d taken her up into the safety of his arms, far from the madding crowd.

She slipped the cuffs easily as lips devoured throat – a simple task given how hers had never been designed to stay on, Bane refusing to truly cage her for any reason, not as the pit had caged her body and society would cage and quench her fire – fingers curling around the slim metal loops now around his neck, leading Bane step by step back towards the bed he’d made for two.

It never amused Talia that no matter where he went, whether she was with him or not, Bane had forever made space in what little space was his for her. Things born of the necessity and habit of the pit never bore humour for either of them. It was what it was – his bed had been made for her since the moment she’d met him, first to protect from the ravages of what lived in the darkness, and later, much later, to give Talia everything she’d ever needed. Even after her father’s death and her needs had changed, Bane, the consummate survivor, gave her this as well; his life. How many times did that make it now?

"My sweet friend..." Talia murmured with knowing heat against the shell of his ear, dropping her cuffs without a second thought – their purpose served - to slip her hands down the long length of his neck, around broad shoulders, fingers plucking at the straps holding his vest in place, working with the ease at which second nature comes when time has been spent taking off and putting on so familiar an item. Then down to the catches and buckles at her protector’s waist, hands eager to reach beneath as soon as it was off to feel the welcome warmth of firm flesh clad in black.
Off with that too, Talia’s fingers bunching in the fabric to push it up, baring the expanse of his chest to her, up over his head then forcing her lips to leave his skin – a necessary but momentary loss.

"Talia, I – " But before Bane could finish what he had meant to say, a finger was upon the speaker of his mask, accompanied by a pointed glance; a silencing gesture that he complied with immediately, instinct overriding the need to say a thousand things before they met their end.
"Hush now. There will be time enough for that with morning light. I want my promised interrogation; don’t deny me, sweet friend."
As if he could and ever would, especially when she used so intimate a name. Talia forever the only one able to command him to silence.

Tonight was not a night for words, they’d never needed many anyway. Tomorrow was Gotham’s reckoning, and their last day could begin with every final thing that needed murmuring against skin, but tonight was the very last night that her protector would make his bed for two, and Talia would see them share it.

It was only then she stepped away, watching him with the same piercing gaze that marked her out as a woman far different to Miranda Tate, and began undressing with casual grace, fluid economy of movement displayed in each gesture, in the sliding off of first her shirt, the subtle roll of her shoulders back as it slithered down her arms and to the floor, black jeans to follow, boots unlaced and set aside with care. Bane’s eyes mapping each scar and well known mark revealed.
Then her bra, fingers better suited to wielding a blade with precise deadly force unclasping the catch at the front of the lacy feminine garment; part of her disguise, he knew, because his Princess would never adorn herself with such frivolous items out of anything but necessity.

She was patient, he knew that, could wait a life time to have her day... but time was of a finite quality now, and before she could command him to rid himself of his cargo pants and boots, he did, somehow unwilling to face her censure tonight for dawdling when she’d made her intentions plain, knowing that there wouldn’t be another night like this, or indeed any nights at all. That didn’t matter to Bane, it never had.

Her Will, His Hands.

He'd sworn that, once upon a time, and it had never stopped being his ultimate truth.

To the dim light of emergency lamps perched on shelves and balanced on cases of heavy artillery on the floor – as ‘romantic’ as candles to Talia, sure signs of thoughtful effort and a sweet gesture made on his part - she pulled him down with her atop the crumpled sheets and soft woolen blanket of their bed, not sparing a thought for where and from whom he had liberated the mattress from, or it’s pillows, so carefully transported down into this safe haven entirely for her comfort. She was under no illusions that he’d cared where he slept or upon what surface, and Bane knew that neither did she – and yet regardless he still took care of her in every way he deemed fit.

However softly appointed their final resting place, apart from his eyes, there was nothing of a noticeably gentler nature about his body upon hers. The bulk of her protector’s mass weighed her down, kept her safe from all harm as always it had done, hard musculature pressing into her, his hands baring the rough edge she favoured from him as two fingers reached down between them to press their way inside, Bane’s soft knowing chuckle rising her ire immediately even as she sighed in delighted relief. Of course, he knew what she’d done to occupy herself without him. He always knew.

"Has Miranda had fantasies of her tormentor doing just this? Whatever would your Mr. Wayne say of her indiscretions..." Talia didn’t blush, because she’d not known how since the moment she climbed out of darkness.
"No. I have. And he isn't mine... you are." There was no shame in admitting it through a long low moan as those longed for fingers moved inside her, fingering her until she was slick and wriggling beneath him, one of her own hands clasped at the back of his head, the other reaching down to wrap slender fingers around the thick length of his cock. Stroking, a strong squeeze that made her sweet friend gasp out, twisting at the swollen head, her thumb smearing droplets of pre-come down around the hot flesh to ease the friction of her hand working him just as deftly as his fingers moved inside her; Bane rocking into her grasp as she rubbed herself against him again and again, the hand around his head curling tight to tug his face down to hers, pressed close enough that she was sure she felt breath through his mouthpiece.

"Inside... I want you inside." She murmured against the warm metal and plastic of his mask, her words directly caressing through the filter, as close to his lips as she would ever be without causing him the kind of pain she had little taste for tonight. Afterall, he needed to be at his best for her tomorrow.

It had never been as simple as sex between them, it had simply never been simple; and yet there was a certain peace that lived when he was inside her, around her, arms tight and protective and possessive in a way that spoke of ‘I am yours, and you are mine.’
Other people (smaller people, insignificant people) spoke words of vows, dedicated rings of metal to each other, went to a bank and took out a mortgage on a nice three bedroom with a white picket fence in the suburbs. Then bought a dog.

Other people would never understand what this was or who they were; the metal she had had forged for him was worn every moment of every day, he’d give her any bank she desired, and they lived in each other.
Bane didn’t carry a briefcase and Talia didn’t bake pretty cakes, and why did people even do that? Why when it meant nothing at all? It was petty blind ignorance, she knew. Talia would see them burn, and in the doing save them from themselves.

Even though his hands were rough upon her, arousal overtaking delicate expression that too few ever saw in him but her, fingers firm inside the slick heat of her body; when he pulled them free of her to let her taste herself in his stead, Talia knew his touch would be gentled all too soon. It always was when he fucked her – when they made love? – gentler by far than when she rode her pleasure out on him.
Talia scratched, she bit, she rode his cock to completion and only then turned thought to him, so lost in everything that made him hers. If she could have chosen anyone to complete her father’s legacy with her, it had always been him. Who else deserved it but Bane?
But then every time he was atop her, every time she yielded herself over, yielded control to him (and really, even then it was a shared notion), gave herself so wholly to her sweet protector, sometimes just to see if she’d be crushed beneath him in better lovelier ways than he crushed everyone else in her name, he screwed her into any surface that had struck her fancy with supreme tenderness.

He was stronger than anyone she’d ever known, her father very much included, held a daunting breadth to his body that even before the mask had intimidated the lesser of their species, and Talia knew without even the merest hint of a doubt that if he was anyone but her Bane that he could easily have a mind to break her into pieces. If she let him.
But he was not anyone but hers, and no matter what she’d ever done to him, so much of which he’d asked of her in silent moments stolen from the darkness of night, she had always been his Princess, and he her Protector, the gentle tenderness of each clash of flesh to flesh fulfilling her in ways she still never expected.

Talia sucked those two fingers down, tasting herself, tasting his skin, caught suddenly in an oddly troubling moment when he slipped them free of her lips and caressed her cheek in startling mimicry of the way in which she’d always caressed his mask, his fingertips the stroke of a feather sweeping over her skin.
The thought suddenly occurred to her: he’s going to die. It hit like blunt force trauma.

But then he smiled at her, and she knew he smiled by the way in which his eyes felt like that first kiss of the sunshine on her face, crinkling at the corners as he gazed down at her.
And then he was inside, pushing, each cant of his hips stretching her apart and pressing in thick and deep enough to feel each solid inch filling her from the inside out, Bane hooking a leg up high around his waist, the sensation of her heel digging into the firm muscle of his arse and her nails sinking sharp into the brutishly strong shifting muscle of his shoulders – one slicing into trapezius, the other deltoid - just as he impaled her balls deep and exquisitely well reminding her to smile, to moan with aching happiness, that yes: he’s going to die, with me.

Bane found her radiant, he always had, but now even more so with perfect peace written bright and welcoming upon her face. He moved then, withdrawing only to rock back in to the hilt, over and over, hard but never brutal where she was concerned, burying himself inside his Princess, his beloved, his Talia - his.

They clung onto each other, Talia’s leg crushing him down against her, needing him as deep as he could be, every withdrawal an unacceptable event when he had to be completely under her skin with no escape. She breathed against his mouthpiece, moaned through the metal of the filter, whimpered and writhed for him when the large rough expanse of a calloused hand palmed at her breasts, her nipples already aching buds pressed close against his chest, the hot friction of their bodies clasped so tight as they rubbed and sweat out their shared exertion and ground each other inside blood and bone and sinew.

It felt almost like forever, and perhaps that was just wishful thinking, because if forever it was this and them and nothing else, there’d be no need to do what must be done; and in quieter moments when that idea had the gall to present itself, it seemed a seductively succulent notion that she could feast on for a lifetime, but that in turn might devour her whole.

But nothing good could ever last eternity, and soon enough his hand had ventured down to where their bodies met, somehow finding room enough to rub at her clit with urgent intent, his fingers slick with her own fluids and tormentingly good. He’d always been her stalwart defender, her immovable wall of solid rock preventing any harm befalling her even after she had grown strong enough under her father’s roof to be the one protecting him.

Yet in some things he could not be swayed, and even she could not overcome. He never came before her; resisted any seduction on her part, any pleasures granted solely for his enjoyment. He had as much restraint and resolve in that as in the brute force of his strength every time she invited him between her thighs.
And although he so often resisted her attempts to make him break apart first, she never resisted his. Everyone knew that Bane was not a man to be resisted.

She came with a deep moan of wonderful blissful release, arching up against the heavy broad musculature of her sweet friend’s chest, both legs now tight about his waist as Talia rode out every last bright spark of pleasure, fire burning through every inch of her just as it would through Gotham tomorrow. Her hands upon him, holding him against her, were stronger even than his own.

He’d never been the only immovable force.

Bane came with her moments later, her body clenching hot and tight around him in every imaginable way as he roared out his own pleasure, letting go of that ironclad restraint for just one moment in time as Talia broke him down into pieces and put him back together again to her liking, her hands firm and soft all at once on him as he fucked her down into their bed with rough haphazard thrusts, those last few so very much harder than his usual held back tenderness, the knowledge of finality sinking into flesh as well as thought.

She held him through it, even as he spilled himself hotly buried inside her, breath shaky and panting through the filter of his mask, his weight now heavy on top of her as every muscle and fibre surrendered its last ounce of energy to her. Talia held him still.
She felt his pulse wild, pounding against the thin barrier of skin at his pulse point as she nuzzled her face into Bane’s neck, pressing a kiss to it, her hands gentle at the back of his neck, blood-stained nails raking ever so lightly over his scalp around the back of his mask; a softly intimate soothing gesture.

"Rest now, sweet friend, you’ve done so well for me."

And Bane knew she wasn’t talking about tonight, not at all. It was welcome praise, and all the kind words he might ever need. Talia’s touch, so very missed these past months , lulling him into rest, calming him from the fresh hum of pleasure still vibrating in his blood.
Despite his size atop her, crushing her down into the bed, she was no weakling, and easily enough manoeuvred them to their sides, curled up against the wall, Talia’s leg and arms still wrapped tight around him – protecting him, he knew – even as his spent cock slipped from her body.

She was safe against the wall, blanketed by his body, hidden from the world between a rock and a hard place just as she’d been every night in the pit, and Talia caressed him and murmured the sweet words he needed to hear until his eyes grew heavy as they gazed at her.

"Tell me a story, Princess." Not an odd request considering, Bane was the one who’d told her everything good he knew of the outside world at a time when Talia knew nothing of it other than that the sky was blue and people were cruel; he’d protected her from every small thing that could do her harm until she’d risen. Now, she knew, that they protected each other.

So she did. Their foreheads pressed as close as flesh would allow, she murmured to him a story of a man like him and a girl like her, and maybe it was true, and maybe it wasn’t, but the truth was ever what they made of it.

As Bane’s eyes drew closed, resisting the pull of rest for as long as he could on this, their final night – at least until her story was complete – he saw her smile, felt Talia’s kiss upon the metallic grate of his mouthpiece, and he knew.

Tomorrow would be a good day. Their very best yet.

PIMP ALERT, HUNGER GAMES FANS!

nomorefrostbite — Sat, 10 Mar 2012 02:18:18 GMT

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The fiasco continues - ACTA. UGH.

nomorefrostbite — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 17:11:48 GMT

Originally posted by electricdruid at The fiasco continues

ACTA in a Nutshell –

What is ACTA? ACTA is the Anti-Counterfeiting Trade Agreement. A new intellectual property enforcement treaty being negotiated by the United States, the European Community, Switzerland, and Japan, with Australia, the Republic of Korea, New Zealand, Mexico, Jordan, Morocco, Singapore, the United Arab Emirates, and Canada recently announcing that they will join in as well.

Why should you care about ACTA? Initial reports indicate that the treaty will have a very broad scope and will involve new tools targeting “Internet distribution and information technology.”

What is the goal of ACTA? Reportedly the goal is to create new legal standards of intellectual property enforcement, as well as increased international cooperation, an example of which would be an increase in information sharing between signatory countries’ law enforcement agencies.

Essential ACTA Resources -

Read more about ACTA here: ACTA Fact Sheet
Read the authentic version of the ACTA text as of 15 April 2011, as finalized by participating countries here: ACTA Finalized Text
Follow the history of the treaty’s formation here: ACTA history
Read letters from U.S. Senator Ron Wyden wherein he challenges the constitutionality of ACTA: Letter 1 | Letter 2 | Read the Administration’s Response to Wyden’s First Letter here: Response
Watch a short informative video on ACTA: ACTA Video
Watch a lulzy video on ACTA: Lulzy Video

Say NO to ACTA. It is essential to spread awareness and get the word out on ACTA.

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dailyheyerdahl is back!

nomorefrostbite — Thu, 24 Nov 2011 03:41:40 GMT

I have an absolutely gargantuan stack of clinical-psychiatric evaluation paperwork I need to get done before I head into the surgery tomorrow BUT... i've not lifted a bloody finger on it, because i've been far far far farrrr too busy REVAMPING AND REOPENING dailyheyerdahl!!!

New Layout done, new Userinfo, and i'm now sole Owner since sweetveritas is no longer in Sanctuary fandom unfortunately.
Hoping to get a co-Mod soon soon, just waiting on a response.

But for now... do you love/like/lust after Christopher Heyerdahl?!

{please join dailyheyerdahl!}

FANMIX: Sanctuary: Helen Magnus/John Druitt: Your Hand In Mine

nomorefrostbite — Mon, 14 Mar 2011 21:05:47 GMT

"Come lie with me, perhaps we two can steal
A trice of peace, a glimmer of the glow
Not as you'd have me, when these old wounds heal
Not as you think I was, so long ago
But here and now immediate and real.
Come hold me as I am, and love me so."

♥♥♥

The 'For King & Country' mix i've been meaning to make for quite a while now.

What happens when you're in love and you just need to lie down for a passed out cuddle after receiving medical treatment for being an insane self-sacrificing handsome person?

Smushy Tragic Forever Ill-Fated Eternity Love Time.

"Your Hand In Mine.."

{YOUR HAND IN MINE.
a helen magnus/john druitt fanmix.}

Front Cover.

Back Cover.

01 // DON’T LET ME BE MISUNDERSTOOD // nina simone
Baby, you understand me now, if sometimes you see that I'm mad. Don't you know that no one alive can always be an angel? When everything goes wrong, you see some bad.
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good; Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood.

02 // IT’S NOT OVER YET // goldfrapp
I'll live for you, i'd die for you - do what you want me to.
I'll cry for you - my tears will show that I can't let you go.
It's not over, not over, not over, not over yet - you still want me, don't you.
It's not over, not over, not over yet – ‘cos I can see through you.

03 // IF THERE’S ANY JUSTICE // james blunt
If there's any justice in your heart, your love really changed, ease it into heart.
Why don’t you remember how it feels? Not to give a damn, for anyone but me.
I can’t believe you'd be deceived, changing memories from truth to fantasy; where there's nothing left but tears, there's not much justice in the world.

04 // ALL THE WAY DOWN // glen hansard
You have broken me all the way down; down upon my knees. And you have broken me all the way down; you'll be the last, you'll see.
Some fight you gave, when I pushed you away from me; and in the morning when you're turning, i'll be far to sea.
And you have broken me all the way down; you'll be the last, you'll see.

05 // SHELTER // the xx
Maybe I had said something that was wrong; can I make it better, with the lights turned on?
Could I be, was I there? It felt so crystal in the air.
I still want to drown whenever you leave; please teach me gently how to breathe.
And I'll cross oceans like never before, so you can feel the way I feel it too; and I'll mirror images back at you, so you can see the way I feel it too.

06 // WITH OR WITHOUT YOU // keane
My hands are tied, my body bruised; she's got me with nothing to win and nothing left to lose.
And you give, and you give, and you give yourself away...
With or without you, with or without you; I can't live with or without you.

07 // USE SOMEBODY // bats for lashes
You know that I could use somebody. You know that I could use somebody.
Someone like you.

08 // IN MY ARMS // plumb
Castles they might crumble, dreams may not come true, but you are never all alone because I will always, always love you.
When the clouds will rage and storms will race in, but you will be safe in my arms; rains will pour down, waves will crash around, but you will be safe in my arms.

09 // GRAVITY // adora rising
And i’ll come clean, put your heart out on your sleeve for me.
And let me feel something bright, something real; cos’ i’m losing my senses, you’re losing your touch. And i’m a fool, to say, that I don’t need you.

10 // FACT FICTION // mads langer
Remember the night you were with me, fell asleep by my side; strangers together, your hand in mine. How come we never came closer when all the stars were aligned? I thought we had a moment.
I dream of dreaming dreams of her, in twilight she's a constant blur; the picture is clear, and I'm still fact - she's fiction.

11 // IF YOU WERE GONE // alexander rybak
But you're right here and nothing could be better, so take my hand and stay with me 'till dawn; and while the wind is playing with your sweater, I can't imagine life if you were gone...
If you were gone the world would lose its meaning, without your love how could I smile again? And though the sun would always keep on shining, i'd never shine without my dearest friend.

12 // BELIEF // gavin mcgraw
Belief builds from scratch, doesn't have to relax; it doesn't need space.
Long live the Queen, and I'll be the King, in the colour of grace.
Tonight, you arrested my mind when you came to my defense; with a knife in the shape of your mouth, in the form of your body, with the wrath of a god.
Oh, you stood by me - and I'll stand by my belief.

13 // WHAT IF YOU // joshua radin
I might not be leaving oh so soon; began the night believing I loved you in the moonlight.
So, for tonight I'll stay here with you; yes, for tonight i'll lay here with you.

14 // HOLD ONTO HOPE LOVE // amy stroup
So hold onto hope, love, I searched high and low for you, for you.
Each day gets closer, so hold on stronger to me, and you.
Someday soon, i'll find you; someday soon, i'll know you.

15 // SWAY // shelly fraley
All the trees have grown, overgrown they sway, in a dream, a field, where we used to play. Hear the branches moan, moanin' in the breeze. Tomorrow when I wake I'll remember how it used to be.

16 // RUNAWAY // the national
But I won't be no runaway, ‘cause I won't run; no I won’t be no runaway, what makes you think I'm enjoying being led to the flood?
We got another thing coming undone, and its taking us over.
We don't bleed when we don't fight; go ahead, go ahead, throw your arms in the air tonight!
We don't bleed when we don't fight; go ahead, go ahead, lose our shirts in the fire tonight!

BONUS: 17 // YOUR HAND IN MINE // explosions in the sky
{instrumental}

'YOUR HAND IN MINE' -
17 TRACKS & COVER ART RARed HERE.
SENDSPACE ZIP LINK HERE FOR THOSE NOT LOVING RAR OR MEGAUPLOAD!
Comments are for all eternity loveydoveyness.

Previous Helen/John Mixes;
{THE ANSWER IS WAR}

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{MY BODY IS A CAGE}

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{BLACK BLACK HEART}

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{HEART'S A MESS}

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{I'M YOUR VILLAIN: You Make Me Wish I Had a Time Machine...}

FANMIX: Sanctuary: Helen Magnus/John Druitt: The Answer Is War {Of Tears That Still Drip Sore}

nomorefrostbite — Mon, 31 Jan 2011 23:40:16 GMT

"You know that when I hate you,
it is because I love you to a point of passion
that unhinges my soul."

(Julie de Lespinasse}
♥♥♥♥♥♥

The first in a few new Helen/John mixes, because all I ever seem to do anymore is workworkwork at the painful Bank of pain, watch telly in bed, and make fanmixes whilst sitting on the Beach in my lunch hour.
This one is probably more Jack/Helen? Or TORTURED PSYCHO JOHN/Helen. Either or. At any rate, no sweetness and light. I'm saving all that smushy wushy stuff for the next one.

I actually made this wayyyyy back when BEFORE Season Three started, and am only getting round to posting now.
But something a little more up to date will be finished and appearing soon. Promise promise.

"The Answer is War,
{Of Tears That Still Drip Sore}."

{THE ANSWER IS WAR (Of Tears That Still Drip Sore).
a helen magnus/john druitt fanmix.}

Front Cover.

Back Cover.

01 // PARADISE CIRCUS // massive attack
Love is like a sin, my love, for the ones that feel it the most.
Look at her with her eyes like a flame: she will love you like a fly will never love you again.

02 // TOO CLOSE // mike sheridan and mads langer
When you push me, I feel no touch. When you're speaking, I hear no sound.
Breaking through my defences, breaking through my defences, breaking through my endless nightmare.
Don't come any closer, don’t come any closer... I want to be somewhere else!

03 // HARDEST OF HEARTS // florence & the machine
There is love in your body, but you can't hold it in, it pours from your eyes and spills from your skin.
Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks, and the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts.

04 // CUT // plumb
I'm not a stranger, no, I am yours; with crippled anger, and tears that still drip sore.
A fragile frame aged with misery; and when our eyes meet, I know you see.

05 // SPIT IT OUT // iamx
Pleasure for pleasure, it eases consequence and love for a fall, but I know you love to take a risk.
The past is weakness. Don't beg the question when the answer is War: there are moments when I'm overcome.

06 // MY BODY IS A CAGE // peter gabriel
My body is a cage that keeps me from dancing with the one I love, but my mind holds the key.
My body is a cage; we take what we’re given, just because you’ve forgotten, that don’t mean you’re forgiven.

07 // SAY IT TO ME NOW // glen hansard
I'm scratching at the surface now, and I'm trying hard to work it out: so much has gone misunderstood, and this mystery only leads to doubt.
And I didn't understand, when you reached out to take my hand; and if you have something to say, you'd better say it now.

BONUS: 08 // LOVE THE WAY YOU LIE // eminem ft. rihanna
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn, but that's alright because I like the way it hurts.
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry, but that's alright because I love the way you lie.
I love the way you lie.

'THE ANSWER IS WAR {OF TEARS THAT STILL DRIP SORE}' -
08 TRACKS & COVER ART RARed HERE.
Comments are repressed-dangerous-immortal-lovers-who-rip-each-others-hearts-apart love.

Previous Helen/John Mixes;
{MY BODY IS A CAGE}

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{BLACK BLACK HEART}

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{HEART'S A MESS}

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{I'M YOUR VILLAIN: You Make Me Wish I Had a Time Machine...}

some sort of heartless seasonal friends cut?

nomorefrostbite — Thu, 30 Dec 2010 00:11:58 GMT

So you guys... i'm a bitch and shouldn't be pulling this shit right after Christmas and right before New Year, when it's supposed to be the season of love and all things fluffy and candy-coated in the world.

But i've become terrible at updating livejournal, and terrible at replying to comments until days later, and terrible at being a good friend, and terrible in general.

I BLOW, I KNOW.

I've just been so so busy trying to handle my shit with studying for my Hypnotherapy course, which requires so much practical time and hands on work, and surviving my 8am-5pm dayjob at the Bank.

So I suck hardcore, and if you want to defriend me, NOW IS THE TIME TO DO IT, NO HARD FEELINGS I SWEAR.
If you hate me, just get rid, ok?

I'm doing a bit of a flist cut myself.
I can't handle 100+ people on my flist anymore, especially as a lot of the time we never even talk to each other.
Really nothing personal, just maybe we've grown apart, or we don't have much in common anymore, OR YOU HAVEN'T POSTED IN DECADES, or we never comment on each other's entries, or other stuffkins like that.

Maybe i'm taking up space on your flist and you have no idea who I am.

IF YOU CAN SEE THIS LOCKED POST... it means we're still buds I hope, and I want to try harder to be your friend and stop being a crap lj'er!!♥♥♥

If you can't see it, then all my very best wishes for the future, and take care, and happy 2011.
No hard feelings, you're awesome, I just suck or something. I really hope you all stay well and happy and have wonderful futures ♥

FOR KING &&&&& COUNTRYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!; shit just got real. real hot.

nomorefrostbite — Mon, 06 Dec 2010 22:20:21 GMT

I HAVE TO PICSPAM THIS.

I know it was all the way away last friday, but come on. I've been so gratuitously overcome by it all and having to rewatch it twelve hundred millionty times just so I can live in the moment of THAT SCENE. That scene in Cambodia. The one involving HOT PORNNESS.♥♥♥♥♥♥

I'm sorry but they're beautiful. Beautiful Fivey goodness. Fivetime. Fiveporn. FIVE FIVE FIVE. Though i'm just going to ignore poor Nigel because he isn't FIVE enough to be part of my Five. Sorry, Nige.
BUT HELEN/JOHN/JAMES/NIKOLA'S MOUSTACHE.♥

Perfect perfection.

No episode could top this? Surely. SURELY.

BEST FWENDS FOWEVVASSSSSS!!!!!!♥

I'm sorry but YOU KNOW THESE CRAZY KIDS ARE IN LOVE. And they're beautiful. Too beautiful. And she just wraps herself in him. WHO WOULD EVEN BLAME HER? NO JURY WOULD CONVICT.
He's sexy when he's unconscious. And also all the rest of the time too.
John makes me want to go to Cambodia.
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

THEM. THE LEAGUE OF EXTRAORDINARY ~~GENTLEMEN~~ HOTASSES.♥

THREESOME ANGST. THE PLOT THICKENS.

So vulnerable there in his cosy little infirmary bed...

TEAM. WHY IS JOHN WEARING WHITE? I LIKE IT. BUT HE'S SEXIER IN BLACK. OR GREY. I'D STILL TAP THAT THOUGH. GUH.

THEIR SEX = IT'S ON FIRE.♥

"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;"

random acts.

nomorefrostbite — Sun, 22 Aug 2010 16:45:25 GMT

Dear Misha,

Why So Amazing?♥

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the calm before the storm

nomorefrostbite — Fri, 30 Jul 2010 09:30:12 GMT

So I basically do not know what to post.

My mind is going a mile a minute with Arthur/Eames Inception business, especially now i'm rping Eames, and especially especially because Tom Hardy is totally in touch with himself.

But asked if he'd ever had any sexual relations with other men, the broody actor said: "As a boy? Of course I have. I'm an actor for fuck's sake. I've played with everything and everyone. I love the form and the physicality, but now that I'm in my thirties, it doesn't do it for me. I'm done experimenting but there's plenty of stuff in a relationship with another man, especially gay men, that I need in my life."
...
In an interview with Now magazine, the former party-boy who has battled drink, drugs and crime to turn his life around, added: "A lot of people say I seem masculine, but I don't feel it. I feel intrinsically feminine. I'd love to be one of the boys but I always felt a bit on the outside. Maybe my masculine qualities come from overcompensating because I'm not one of the boys."
{Tom Hardy Dishes on His Sexual Relationships With Men...}

And to cap it all off, i've also become obsessed with the idea of applying to UBC to do a PhD and moving to Vancouver. Because it's Paradise. Or as close to Paradise as Planet Earth is ever likely to get, minus the East Side, all the homeless people, and the other sketchers around.
Apart from all that, it is mostly Paradisical.

And I want to do a PhD.

And what else?

Tomorrow The Sanctuary Experience begins.

And i'm not certain how I feel about that. I'm naturally looking forward beyond all reason to seeing the Cast and watching the talks and getting the photo ops and whatever else.
And i'm looking forward to meeting a select few fellow fans. (I've met the lovely lovely aletheia08 already.)
But Conventions always turn out like great big popularity contests, with a certain number of fangirls acting idiotically to try to get the attention of the Actors because they crave the love and adoration they somehow presume those Actors are going to heap upon them for being inappropriate and too familiar.
And it spoils it, because it causes rampant second hand embarassment, and this fandom is Hierarchical enough as it is without this bullshit ruining my Vaycay too.

But I love Chris. And I hope people who shall remain nameless aren't weird to him and Amanda.
They deserve far better. ♥

FANMIX: Sanctuary: Helen Magnus/John Druitt: My Body Is A Cage (Of Undisclosed Desires)

nomorefrostbite — Thu, 01 Apr 2010 15:13:03 GMT

They want each other. They've always wanted each other.
And they need each other. Despite everything.
Haters to the left.
♥♥♥♥♥♥

Dedicated to curse_of_avalon, my rock of sanity in a tumultuous sea. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DARLING OLD LADY ♥♥

"My Body Is A Cage That Keeps Me From Dancing With The One I Love,
But My Mind Holds The Key."

{MY BODY IS A CAGE (Of Undisclosed Desires).
a helen magnus/john druitt fanmix.}

Front Cover.

Back Cover.

01 // MY BODY IS A CAGE // peter gabriel
My body is a cage that keeps me from dancing with the one I love,
But my mind holds the key.
My body is a cage, we take what we’re given,
Just because you’ve forgotten, that don’t mean you’re forgiven.

02 // UNDISCLOSED DESIRES // muse
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart.
I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask.
I want to exorcise the demons from your past.
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart.

03 // BLINDING // florence & the machine
No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone.
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden.
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love,
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love.
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world.

04 // ADDICTED // kelly clarkson
It’s like you’re a drug - it’s like you’re a demon I can’t face down.
It’s like i’m stuck - it’s like i’m running from you all the time.
And I know I let you have all the power,
It’s like the only company I seek is misery all around.

05 // IN YOUR ROOM // depeche mode
In your room, your burning eyes cause flames to arise,
Will you let the fire die down soon? Or will I always be here:
Your favourite passion, your favourite game.
Your favourite mirror, your favourite slave.

06 // BODY BELOW // mirah
But what starts with desire can turn into need.
The chest gets all tight like it’s got some disease.
What burns in the fire just ends up as coals.
What floats on the water can sink like a stone.

07 // BLACK IS THE COLOUR OF MY TRUE LOVE’S HEART // neverending white lights ft. lexi valentine
Bless your heart, and your tired eyes,
And try to keep your strength.
Your life bleeds like the red I wore on my lips as skin turned pale.

08 // LOST WISDOM // mount eerie
You thought you knew me, you thought our house was home.
I thought I knew myself, I thought my heart was calm.
Thunder lightning, tidal wave: the wind blew down the door.
Lost wisdom. The river goes through the room.

09 // IF YOU WANT ME // marketa irglova & glen hansard
Are you really here, or am I dreaming? I can’t tell dreams from truth.
For it’s been so long since I have seen you, I can hardly remember your face anymore.
When I get really lonely and the distance causes only silence,
I think of you smiling with pride in your eyes: a lover that sighs.

10 // SONG FROM A SECRET GARDEN // alexander rybak
Instrumental

11 // NO, I DON’T REMEMBER // anna ternheim
‘Cos I don't remember love needles in the hay; the life I knew by heart, and lived every day.
The secret codes and signs, you and I, eye to eye,
Wake me up, hurt me, you have to.
I forgot how to cry.

12 // THE GREAT DIVIDE // the cardigans
There’s a monster growing in our heads, raised up on the wicked things we’ve said.
A great divide between us now, something we should know.
There’s something to remember, and something to forget,
As long as we remember, there’s something to regret.

BONUS: 13 // 3 WORDS // cheryl cole ft. will.i.am
I told her you are the love of my life, and one day you're gonna be my wife,
And we are gonna have some babies together.
I told him you are the man of my dreams, you saved me from drowning in the streams.
I know we're really gonna last forever, and ever.

It was those three words that saved my life.

'MY BODY IS A CAGE (OF UNDISCLOSED DESIRES)' -
13 TRACKS & COVER ART RARed HERE.
Comments are repressed-immortal-lovers-who-rip-each-others-clothes-off-when-nobody-is-watching love.

Previous Helen/John Mixes;
{BLACK BLACK HEART}

&&&

{HEART'S A MESS}

&&&

{I'M YOUR VILLAIN: You Make Me Wish I Had a Time Machine...}

adiml; march 20th in the isle of man

nomorefrostbite — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 01:27:31 GMT

Clarissa. 23. Isle of Man
Just finished MA.
Living back at home for a little while whilst I figure out what Life Means.
Or something?

75 images total.

March 20th, my fourth ADIML.
Here was my first in Barcelona in December 2008, and my second on May 1st in London and the Isle of Man in 2009, and my third in June 2009 in Toronto.

UGH. I love bed. And I officially hate being awake/conscious.

Any time before midday is way way too early :(

SO DISCONTENT.

Clean & Shiny.

I decide to take ages drying my hair so I can laze in bed and...

... check Livejournal!! Ah LJ. Sweet sweet LJ.

Time check.

My MA Intelligence Dissertation. Bound and ready to post to a guy in London who owns a publishing company and who's writing a book about Cambridge spy Guy Burgess, the same topic as my own labour of love.

S-BUCKS FLASK. ftw.

That sweet dark aromatic abyss known as Black Coffee. Hello, Breakfast!

Home!

Mumsy. We're picking up her boyfriend so we can take him for a walk. Because all good men-owners need to take their men out to stretch their legs and get a bit of fresh air, right?
He was a good boy, so we gave him some man-biscuits too.

Walksies time at Groudle Glen & Railway!

They were digging up part of the track on the Old Groudle Railway for unspecified purposes, and the little mini victorian steam train they were using to lug all their gear was called 'Walrus'.

We go for a walk along the old Groudle Railway at least once a week. At the end of the track there used to be some sort of crazy aquarium-zoo-pool thingy with Sea Lions and a Polar Bear back in 1896, but it closed at the start of WW1.

And back into Douglas, the capital, to go to Subway for lunch.
Not shown: going to Subway and having to wait 20 minutes whilst about 30 young greasy chav-boys ordered sandwiches.

And then the long drive to the other end of the Island to visit my grandparents. Which automatically means Lady Godga.

Still so snowy up here!! It hasn't snowed in weeks, but in the hills it still sticks.

And to Sulby Resevoir to eat lunch.

OH HAI THAR LOAGHTAN SHEEP. He's all "GIT OUTTA MAH RESEVOIR!"

Chicken Teriyaki Salad Bowl. Hmmmmm. Every single saturday is the exact same.

Timecheck!

My Tiny Old Grandparents.

A photo I found in my grandpa's desk draw of him from WW2.

Lots of creepy tools in the garage?
Not shown: the 40 plus old tatty ladies handbags that my grandfather collects from the rubbish skip and keeps hung up in his garage...

THE GENE GENIE ♥

Fail :(

Giant Bumbly Bee!! Does this mean it's Spring finally? I miss Winter already.

Every single Saturday my grandparents insist that they drive back down the Island with us, allllll the way.
And they insist on driving infront of us. At 15 mph.
Right at this moment, there are 9 cars behind us attempting to overtake and beeping their horns.
Every. Single. Saturday.

Finally in Laxey, so almost home... right ahead you can see Snaefell, the Island's tallest mountain.

I don't normally buy jars of honey and multiple bars of 90% cocoa solid chocolate... i'm baking today and Monday!

Thanks for the Snack, Mumsy!

My new favourite genius baking book. All the recipes are low in calories and fat, and instead of butter and sugar, ground almonds and various vegetables are used.

For example, Port Mary Scones use 200g of COURGETTE.

I'm grating courgette... thinking this is going to be so awful.
But actually, the scones turn out weirdly better than normal scones.

Glace Cherries! Om nom.

Tada!

Quite blatantly could have done with Clotted Cream... but Butter and Raspberry Jam sufficed. GLORIOUS SCONE.

Ok, so time to laze in bed again. Turning the electric blanket riiigghhtttt up.
Yes, i'm 23 and I use an electric blanket. I'll never stop. I'm so toasty warm.

Leftovers for dinner! I made a beef mince onion and carrot hotpot yesterday, with sweet potato on top instead of ordinary potato... and these were the leftovers. Comfort Food.

I've just started watching Mad Men a few days ago... not sure I like it? I kinda really do, but at the same time sometimes it just makes me quite sad for poor Betty Draper.
But i'll keep watching. Christina Hendricks has fantastic breasts.

Effy B!

OH HAI THAR DANIEL GRAYSTONE. Why yes, you are a sexy mofo.
The ORIGINAL Marty McFly, I recently found out.

This website, Days With My Father... made me WEEP. A lot. A serious amount.

And because i'm doing ADIML, I feel honour bound to capture just how weepy I am with my camera.
Yes, i'm crying all over the internet. Feel free to judge!

So I make myself feel better with another sneaky 11:30pm Scone...

... and Hot Chocolate in my London mug. MISS YOU, LONDON :(
Can't believe I had to move. Still so sad.

I'm currently re-reading the Dune saga, since i've not read it in a few years.
The Spice must flow, and all that jazz.

The last thing I see before sleep, my nice newly decorated bedroom wall. Sigh. The mark of someone who has come home from University after a lifetime of being away, only to find a Time Warp in their childhood room which requires decoration.
Also the mark of someone who unfortunately has to stay at home for the next year whilst they save money.
Le sigh.
Why doesn't money grow on trees? Why do things cost money? Why did I have to move from LONDON to the Isle of Man?
Why why why?
Why can't I have another Port Mary Scone...

Nighty night.

for all eternity.

nomorefrostbite — Wed, 13 Jan 2010 04:51:59 GMT

Haunted. Killed me. WITH SEX AND PAIN.

This written-whilst-rewatching-review and longest-ever-picspam is dedicated to the lovely forensicirulan, who's birthday it is, and who has provided me with copious amounts of Sanctuary loving and deserves recognition for keeping me afloat in my post-Haunted angstathon.
&&& also for creating THE Helen/John Community forallternity with me. Love you.♥♥♥

This was by far the most perfect Sanctuary episode to date.

& Chris Heyerdahl has officially become the perfect man. In every possible way.♥

-"Thankyou for answering my call."
OMFG JOHN DRUITT HAS A CELLPHONE!!!!!!
-That hot sexy man is saving people from a sinking ship. He’s so amazing.
-There’s no place like home, Johnny boy.
-JACK THE RIPPER EYES!!!! JACK THE RIPPER EYES!!!!! I’m not gonna lie. I kinda came.
-Howcome sometimes Bigfoot is grunting and beating his chest, and then other times he’s a Surgeon and an habitual Surfer.
-OMFG OMFG HE ATTACKED HELEN. He has THAT much of a serious deathwish. "It's high time you did something about it." He forces her hand :(
-Erm. CHRIS HEYERDAHL HAS FINALLY TAKEN HIS SHIRT OFF. (!!!!!!!) SORTOF.♥♥♥
And all it took was a spot of defibrillation.
I need to tap that. And how!
I mean... holy fuck, just scroll down and LOOK at that prime piece of manflesh. I can feel my ovaries melting just looking at him laid out there on the table infront of Helen.
-"So? Was I right? Ya think the boss still has the hots for Tall, Dark & Deadly?" ERM YES.
-"I mate every Five Years."
"WITH WHO?!"
Is it seriously wrong that i’m now shipping Kate/Bigfoot?
-The way Chris Heyerdahl uses his hands to turn that key.... zomfghandporn.
-Yeah, on ya kneeeessss John. ON YA KNEES.
Why is Helen such a disbelieving bitch? He’s all I’VE CHANGED IT WASN'T ME I’M SORRY and she’s just NO YOU NEVER HAVE, LIAR. Poor Johnny :(
-Still shipping Kate/Bigfoot.
-OH, SO WHAT ARE YOU DOING SITTING SO CLOSE TOGETHER ON A TABLE IN THE DARK, HELEN AND JOHN?! I know for a fact there was some illicit pitch black snogging going on here. Clearly.
-And finally Helen believes him and loves him and god, she's like... TRYING not to let herself hope. It's impossibly hard for her to hold onto the hope that John is John again, that he's her John.

-I hate that finally John gets to feel free and himself again and he’s all HAPPY and PURIFIED and LOVES HELEN and is snogging her in the dark... and then five minutes later he has to go sacrifice himself for her/the world/whatever and lose his chance at a life. God. My poor bb :(

And to all the haters out there saying they don’t want John to ever be cured of the Malevolant Electrical Parasite latched onto his soul because Just John is sweet and gentle and that equals boring and not why they ship Helen/John... well Haters to the Left!!
THERE AIN’T NOTHING BORING ABOUT MONTAGUE JOHN DRUITT, BITCHES.

The way he says "I love you... remember that. Always. ♥"
I swear.
The levels of NUANCE in Chris Heyerdahl’s voice. Nobody in all the world has such an expressive vocal range. No wonder he’s so outstandingly better than every other cast member of every other show ever even when buried under a mile of prosthetics.
He astonishes me. He astonishes me in my pants.

-Is it seriously wrong that whilst poor pained infected John is falling to the ground unconscious, i’m like... checking out his arse? And every time I rewatch and he collapses I go "NICE ARSE." Biteable.

-He should have let Helen help him. HELP HIM OUT OF HIS CLOTHES.
-Stop breaking my heart, Chris Heyerdahl. Again.
AND NO, HE ISN’T DEAD. EVEN THOUGH HE HAS NO DESTINATION IN MIND. AND HE SAYS IT LIKE HE'S TRANSCENDENTLY HAPPY BECAUSE HE'S ABOUT TO BE FREE OF THE TERRIBLE BURDEN OF THIS CURSED LIFE. HE'S JUST DELIRIOUS FROM PAIN.
Because Amanda Tapping herself has said they’d never get rid of him, not ever, and how the universe revolves around Helen/John, so there.
And in Sleepers Helen says ‘departure’ rather than death. Helen Magnus is never vague, yo.

So he can’t ever be dead. And nobody better say that he is. Because my life would end.

Helen: John?
John: Quite a day...
Helen: Thank you for answering my call.
John: It seems business is never finished with us. Despite our losses.
Helen: Just saying... I couldn’t have done it without you.
John: Well all hands on deck, hmm. Besides... i’ve missed this place. Vengeful killing sprees are good for the soul,
but there’s no place like home.
Helen: A lot of teleportation for one day... feeling any worse for wear?
John: Right as rain. In fact, i’ve... never felt better.

JACK THE RIPPER EYES!!!!♥

Zulu Woman: This will never be your home while you let this darkness control you.
John: What did you say?
Zulu Woman: Please... don’t... I never meant to say anything...
John: I urge you not to trifle with me. You should have said nothing.
You should have left well enough alone.
...Why did you come to me?

John: Beautiful.... isn’t it.
Helen: Turn around. Very. Slowly. How long?
John: Long enough. Habits are.... hard to break.
Helen: Perhaps you’re not trying hard enough.
John: I AM WHO I AM. It’s high time you did something about it.

"Helen... I don’t know why.... I feel so strange..."

Helen: The EM shield is at full strength. Attempt to teleport and you will die.
John: I understand.
Helen: This is my fault, John. I should never have believed that you could change. That you HAD changed. How many have there been since...
John: Since you let me back in? Does it matter?
Helen: You’ve been killing again, and not just Cabal remnants.
John: Does it matter that I never wanted it to begin again, that I tried to stop, Helen I TRIED.
Helen: This is Whitechapel all over again.

John: Helen.
Helen: Do not even think about teleporting.
The EM Shield stays active in lockdown mode.
John: I have no intention of escaping
Helen: Really!
John: I will answer for my actions.
Helen: Don’t try me, John.
John: I’m quite serious, Helen. Something... has changed.
Helen: STOP.
John: If you’ll let, i’d like to help.
Helen: Stop. Talking. On ya knees, hands where I can see them.
John: ...Better?

John: Helen.... when you revived me...
Helen: The overload! Massive energy Surge!
John: I feel different. I feel... purged. Purified.
Helen: It came from you!
John: I think so...

"It’s violent, remorseless, relentless. It won’t give up ground without a fight. Think of it as facing me."

Helen: You said you feel... different. What did you mean by that?
John: The darkness within me is.... gone. Completely. Far more than when Tesla shocked me, that was appeasement. But this? This is... so peaceful.
Helen: It must have happened when I restarted your heart.
The creature jumped from you into the facility itself.
John: But how did it end up inside me in the first place,
I have no recollection of ever encountering it before.
Helen: You wouldn’t have to! God, it actually makes sense. Every time you teleport you convert your molecular structure to pure energy. The creature could have latched on to you during one of your jumps. Integrated into your being when you rematerialised.
John: Now... that’s it’s influence is gone. Is it not possible this entity was the sole cause of my bloodlust?
That it’s been polluting my soul since it began using my power.
Helen: Oh... I want to believe you, John. But it’s far too easy to blame everything you’ve done on something else.
John: Yeh. You’re right.
My mind is so... clear. As it was when we first met.
That thing was my rage. I’m sure of it.

Helen: John, what’s it’s agenda?
John: Chaos. Death. Suffering. Sound familiar? Once it learns everything it can about it’s environment, the violence WILL escalate.

John: It won’t end here, it will grow, consuming whatever it can, and never stop killing.
Helen: Henry, we need more time.
John: We don’t have it.

John: My entire body is geared to being it’s home.
Helen: John!
John: Let me go.
Helen: John you don’t have to do this, we can find a way...
John: I love you. Remember that. Always.
For all Eternity.

John: Get away from me!!
Helen: Please let me help you!
John: I don’t need your help!
Helen: It would have killed a lot more if it weren’t for you. You kept it at bay.
John: I need to leave now.
Helen: Where are you going?
John: ...I have no destination in mind.
Helen: John. Wait!

♥♥♥

omg you will never guess what. SANCTUARY IS HIGHLANDER!

nomorefrostbite — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 02:09:48 GMT

So my massive Haunted post and picspam is going to have to wait until tomorrow.
Because i'm only halfway through it (I have to keep stopping for a break because Chris Heyerdahl gratuitously arouses me).

BUT I HAVE REALISED SOMETHING STARTLING.
Yes, People of Livejournal. I have had an epiphany. A startling epiphany.

SANCTUARY IS ACTUALLY HIGHLANDER: THE TV SERIES.

Yes. Feel free to be shocked. I WAS.

I'm completely serious, yo. And I have pictoral proof.

1. James Watson vs. Methos
Methos: Immortal, Incredibly Wise, Witty, Devilishly Handsome, Peter Wingfield.
Watson: Immortal, Incredibly Wise, Witty, Devilishly Handsome, ALSO Peter Wingfield.

2. Gregory Magnus vs. Joe Dawson
Joe Dawson: Old Man, Specialist Knowlege of a Secret World Within Our Own, Father Figure to Main Character, Jim Byrnes.
Gregory Magnus: Old Man, Specialist Knowlege of a Secret World Within Our Own, Father Of Main Character, Jim Byrnes.

3. Amanda vs. Amanda
Amanda: Immortal, Blonde, Clever, Quick Witted, Beautiful, Steals Jewels, One True Love Interest of Immortal Hero.
Amanda Tapping (PLAYS THE FOLLOWING): Immortal, Sometimes Blonde, Clever, Quick Witted, Beautiful, Steals Hearts, One True Love Interest of Immortal Anti-Hero.

4. THE QUICKENING
LOOK, MONTAGUE JOHN DRUITT IS NOT BEING REINFECTED BY A MALEVOLANT ELECTRICAL PARASITIC ORGANISM.
HE IS RECEIVING A QUICKENING.

THERE. CAN. BE. ONLY. ONE.

nomorefrostbite — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 16:05:03 GMT

In memory of family and friends who have lost the battle with cancer; and in support of the ones who continue to conquer it! Re-post this in your LiveJournal if you know someone who has, had or has been affected by cancer. 93% won't even take the time to copy and paste this. Will you?

this is the end of time.

nomorefrostbite — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 19:02:01 GMT

IT BROKE ME.

INTO PIECES.

&&& I really don't know how i'm going to carry on. When it returns in Easter with 11, i'm actually going to have to view it as an entirely different tv show completely, which it really will be. It won't be New Who anymore.

And it isn't because of Ten. This feeling of supreme melancholy and loss isn't to do with Tennant leaving in the slightest, because To All Things Their Time.
It's because this ERA of Who is over. It'll never be the way it is now ever again. It can't be. And that is a terribly saddening thing.
I just...

TEN.
MASTER.
TIMELORDS.
THE END OF TIME.

-"He LOVES playing with Earth Girls. UGH!!"
-Erm.... Doctor smiling behind his gag-restraints and winking at Master. HOTTEST THING EVER.
-"I’d be proud... if you were my dad."
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

Wilf: Yeah, you don't wanna listen to an Old Man's tales, do you.
Doctor: I'm older than you.
Wilf: Get away.
Doctor: I'm 906.
Wilf: What really though?
Doctor: Yeah.
Wilf: Nine Hundred Years. We must look like insects to you!
Doctor: I think you look like Giants.

Doctor: "It's not like i'm an innocent. I've taken lives.
I got worse - I got clever.
Manipulated people into taking their own.
Sometimes I think a Timelord lives too long.

I can't... I just can't."

-WILLLLLLLLLLLLLFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.
"And... please don’t die you’re the most wonderful man and I don’t want you to die!"

-Lolz the doctor is always so angsty and like I’M THE LAST OF THE TIMELORDS WOE IS ME IT’S SO LONELY... then as soon as he hears they’re returning he freaks the fuck out and grabs the nearest gun.

Master: This is fantastic, isn't it? The Timelords Restored!
Doctor: You weren't there. In the final days of the War. You never saw what was born.
But if the Timelock's broken then everything's coming through, not just the Daleks but the Skaro Degradations, the Horde of Travesties, the Nightmare Child, the Could-Have-Been-King with his Army of Meanwhiles and Neverweres, the War turned into Hell!
And that's what you've opened, right above the Earth. Hell is descending!
Master: My kind of world.

-LOLZ ASCENSION.
-TIMOTHY DALTON PWNED THE MASTER.
-DOCTOR’S MUM.

-"You NEVER would. You Coward!"
-Oh thank god he didn’t shoot the poor Master.
"Get out of the way."
I swear... these scenes with the Doctor holding the Master at gunpoint, then the Lord President, then the Master, then the Lord President, then the Master... John Simm was BEYOND AMAZINGNESS. The madness, the emotion, the range. Wonderifously Astoundazing. ♥
-"Back into the Time War, Rassilon! BACK INTO HELL!!"
SINCE WHEN IS LORD PRESIDENT TIMOTHY DALTON 'RASSILON'. Like. idk. As anyone who knows Timelord History knows, Rassilon created Time Travel and is an historical figure even on Gallifrey and one of the founders of Timelord Society along with Omega. Is RTD trying to imply he was reborn/re-loomed for the Time War?! DO. NOT. THINK. Oh, continuity.

-OH GOD. MASTER. MAAASSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR :(
I'm stuck between "oh he did it for revenge and to end the drums" and "HE DID IT FOR HIS EX-BOYFRIEND ~~DOCTOR~~ THETA."
I'm thinking it's the latter.

-NOTE: I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THE MASTER IS DEAD. He sacrificed himself for the Doctor. But like the rest of the Timelords and Gallifrey, the Master has gone back through the Link into the locked Time War. OK.
THE MASTER ISN'T DEAD, OK, SO STOP SAYING HE IS, PPL.

-Can not freaking believe the Doctor sacrificed himself for Wilf. I love Wilf but REALLY?!?! OK SO I KNOW IT IS A SUPREMELY 'DOCTOR' THING TO DO, but still.
OH THE PAIN.
But the Doctor is doing what the Doctor does. He's saving a Little Person and sacrificing himself. He hates it, and he rails against it, and he screams and has a fit about it, but... at the end of the day he'll never NOT do The Right Thing as he sees it.
That's The Doctor.

"He Will Knock Four Times."

..........

-Erm. Erm
Erm
Erm
Erm

Wtf.

MARTHA JONES GTFO WITH YOUR FUGLY NEW HAIR-DO.
And.... she seems to have married Mickey Smith.
Please excuse me whilst I kill myself.

-Erm what the hell, the Doctor is going around randomly saving everyone’s lives before he regenerates? THAT IS SO DOCTOR.
Oh, and hooking Jack up with Russell Tovey. What is going onnnnnnn.
And gets a book signed by Juliet Stevenson.
Went to Donna’s wedding... and gave her a winning lottery ticket.
ROOOOSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Pre-9.

-Ooooooooodddddddd gtfo and stop bringing Doom & Gloom.
-zomfg Tennant is the KING of all things angst and pain.

TEN.

♥ & :(

Master: Tell me... where’s ya TARDIS?
Doctor: You could be so wonderful.
Master: Where is it.
Doctor: You’re a genius. You're stone-cold brilliant you are I swear you really are. But you could be so much more. You could be beautiful. With a mind like that we could travel the stars, it would be my honour.
Cos you don’t need to own the universe, just see it.
Have the privilege of seeing the whole of Time and Space.
That’s ownership enough.
Master: Would it stop then? The noise in my head.
Doctor: I can help.
Master: Don't know what i'd be without that noise.
Doctor: Wonder what i’d be.... without you.
Master: ...Yeah.

Doctor: It's not like i'm an innocent. I've taken lives.
I got worse - I got clever. Manipulated people into taking their own.
Sometimes I think a Timelord lives too long.
I can't... I just can't.
Wilf: If the Master dies, what happens to all the people?
Doctor: I don’t know.
Wilf: Doctor... what happens.
Doctor: The Template snaps.
Wilf: They go back to being human? They’re alive... and human?
Then don’t you dare, sir. Don’t you DARE put Him before Them.
Now you take this, that’s an order Doctor, take the gun, you take the gun and save your life.
And... please don’t die you’re the most wonderful man and I don’t want you to die!

Doctor: Never.

Master: This is fantastic, isn't it? The Timelords Restored!
Doctor: You weren't there. In the final days of the War. You never saw what was born.
But if the Timelock's broken then everything's coming through.
Not just the Daleks, but the Skaro Degradations...
The Horde of Travesties...
The Nightmare Child...
The Could-Have-BeenKing with his Army of Meanwhiles and Neverweres.
The War turned into Hell!
And that's what you've opened, right above the Earth. Hell is descending!
Master: My kind of world.

..........

"YOU DID THIS TO ME. ALL OF MY LIFE!!! YOU. MADE. ME... WRONG!"

"We will sing to you, Doctor. The Universe will sing you to your sleep.
This song is ending, but the story never ends."

"I don't want to go!"

:(

Happy New Year; Top Nine of 2009

nomorefrostbite — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 05:42:13 GMT

Thankyou to everyone who commented on my totally emo last post of 2009, and OMGHUGE thankyous to the Anonymous amazing person who sent me the v-gift pressie with the bow. I got a bit misty eyed, no joke ♥

AND AND AND.

Happy New Year, my lovely bbs. ♥

And now... my Top Nine Amazing People/Events/Etc of 2009. Because it was a sexy and eventful year.

1. Chris Heyerdahl
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Erm. Erm. I love him. He DEFINES 2009 as The Year Of Pornographic Amazingness.
Handsome, funny, charming, interesting, witty, 'flirtatiously intelligent', kind, lovely, beautiful, genius, amazing, AMAZING.
Or, as Amanda Tapping describes him... "HMMMMMMMMMMM." ♥

"Between playing with MYSELF or Playing with AMANDA? Hmmm..."

2. Helen/John
THE OTP. THE OTP. THE OTP. OF. ALL. TIME.
If even Amanda 'She Who Executively Produces Our LIFE' Tapping &&& Chris 'Hottest Man On The Planet' Heyerdahl ship it... then it can't be wrong.

"I wasn’t asking you out on a date, if that’s what you’re thinking, hmm?
Perhaps I just... oh, wanted to know where we stood."

3. Misha 'HBIC' Collins
It's probably Official that Misha has taken over the world, right?
Call off the next General Election, it is totally unrequired.
Let Obama know he did a vaguely ok job filling in until now but it's time to step down.
Cancel the United Nations.

"I'd end hunger and disease, save the Whales, build a glass palace for my mom on the Moon, and have Cherry Coke & Fudgicles all day long!!"

4. Hillary Diane Rodham Clinton
OH THE HEARTBREAK. THE BLOODY GODDAMNED HEARTBREAK OF IT ALL.
She may not have won, but she's still the Hottest Bitch In Charge on the whole frakking Planet. Fullstop.

"You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise."
{Maya Angelou, in tribute to Hillary.}

5. The End of Battlestar
The end of an era. An epic life-changing game-changing era. The end of TV Girlfriend Starbuck.
The end of TRUE EPICNESS on our tellybox.
No words.

"So Say We All."

6. Guy Burgess, Cambridge Spy, Dissertatory Topic Extraordinaire
Guy Guy Guy. I may not have received the best MA Dissertation mark I could have hoped for thanks to him, but I really did write an original and investigative and slightly too sympathetic account of his actions and motivations.
I SALUTE YOU, DEARLY DECEASED AND DISSOLUTE DEFECTOR.

"Burgess... was energetic, a great talker, a boaster who swam like an otter and drank ‘like some Rabelaisian bottle-swiper whose thirst was unquenchable’... He often spent weekends in bed, surrounded by his favourite books – Middlemarch by George Eliot, Dickens’ Martin Chuzzlewit, the Life of Lord Salisbury... The floor was always littered with books and remnants of newspapers. When he decided to escape from the world for the weekend he stocked up with provisions, bottles of red wine and a large saucepan filled with a disgusting gruel of porridge, kippers, bacon, garlic and onion and any other vaguely edible substance that he could find."

7. He's The Half-Blood Prince
SNAPE, SNAPE, SEVERUS SNAPE.

"Dear Diary,
Today I put on my raincoat and travelled to Knockturn Alley. I purchased a pair of fancy mice. When I brought them home one of them devoured the other then died of loneliness. I felt envy.
Today that Potter boy showed me his middle finger. When I attempted to punsih him with Detention, he shoved me me into a wall screaming 'Bother! Bother!' over and over. Later he and his orange friend repeated the violent act until I lost consciousness.
Tonight I prayed for the first time in twenty years. I prayed for the end.
I lost a button on my cloak today. Minerva pointed it out infront of the entire faculty. Oh, cruel attention.

Button Oh Button, oh where hath thou fled?
Did thee tarry too long amongst fabric and thread?
Did ye role off my bosom and cease to exist?
How I wish I could follow thee into the mist."
{Potter Puppet Pals: Snape's Diary}

8. The Master Returns/The Doctor Departs
The long-awaited return of the Simm!Master also heralds the departure and regeneration of beloved Ten(nant). SIGH.

"It was perfect. Well, perfect to look at, maybe. And it was, it was beautiful. They used to call it the Shining World of the Seven Systems. And on the continent of Wild Endeavour, in the mountains of Solace and Solitude, there stood the Citadel of the Time Lords. The oldest and most mighty race in the universe. Looking down on the galaxies below, sworn never to interfere, only to watch.
Children of Gallifrey were taken from their families at the age of eight to enter the Academy. Some say that's where it all began, when he was a child. That's when the Master saw eternity. As a novice, he was taken for initiation. He stood in front of the Untempered Schism. It's a gap in the fabric of reality through which could be seen the whole of the vortex. We stand there, eight years old, staring at the raw power of time and space, just a child. Some would be inspired.

Some would run away. And some would go mad."

9. The End of MA, The Beginning of the Rest of My Life?
King's College London ended. MA ended.
Unless I do a PhD at some point (or another Masters), that is me and Higher Education done.
I FEEL SAD. And I miss it. And now I need to get a job and a life and all that other unfortunate unpleasantry.

New Year's Resolution? To Get A Job.

Clarissa Hemmingsen, BA(hons), MA, Unwilling Pseudo-Adult.

HAPPY CHRISTMAS MY LOVELIES, here, have some john druitt porn.

nomorefrostbite — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 00:43:06 GMT

YE OLDE MERRY CHRISTMAS, BBs!! ♥

So as i'm all on my lonesome this Christmas, Home Alone and all that, living like a right Ebenezer, I decided to quell the insipid boredom by spending 7 long hours of Chrismas Eve making something FOR YOU GUYS because I LOVE YOU ALL VERY MUCH KK.

Helen/John.♥
Helen/John Victoriana Stylee ♥♥♥

A pile of romantic fuzzy wuzzy lovey dovey ONE TRUE LOVE &HEARTS FOREVER crap off Helen's Victoriana desk.
AND A MANIP. Because they so had couply photos together. It happened ok.
My first attempt was terrible and looked freakish (more freakish than this one I mean) but at least Helen looked flirtatious. Now she just looks SURPRISED.
But but but but but it's because John just said something outrageous and risque and she's pretending to have delicate feminine sensibilities when in fact she completely loves it and wants to jump his bones.
And please forgive my shoddy awful manipping skills (or lack thereof) as i've not manipped anything in freaking years, and it's a true fact that I have no idea how to do anything except:
a) be in love with Montague John Druitt, and
b) BE IN LOVE WITH MY FLIST.

Thankyou so so so much to everyone who sent me cards, and yours have either arrived or shall be arriving any day now!

This Is The Ghost Of Christmas Past.

{PLEASE CLICK ME, BECAUSE I'M ABOUT DOUBLE THE SIZE ACTUALLY & NEED TO LINK YOU, AND THAT'S FESTIVALLY HOT.
JUST LIKE CHRIS HEYERDAHL'S BEAUTIFUL PERFECT MANLY FACE♥...}

SANCTUARY 2x11; HAUNTED... spoilersspoilersspoilers.

nomorefrostbite — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 02:43:07 GMT

SO YOU GUYS. SANCTUARY IS BACK JAN 8TH.

But I feel cruelly deprived of LIFE thanks to the fact that my beloved bb John (♥) - King Of My Heart - is in pain.

So i'm going to be a totally spoilerific HBIC and use my lj to picspam EVERY. SINGLE. IMAGE. RELEASED. SO. FAR.

And trailers. And sneak peaks.

Because even though they aired out of order so there were Haunted spoilers in Sleepers, the whole 'departed' thing... well it can be taken in many different ways, right. Like I could depart my house right now and go for a walk in the snow.
Or I could depart my house now under POLICE GUARD and get my arse thrown into jail for Loving Montague John Druitt Too Much (it's a felony, yo♥).

My point being: i'm on TENTERHOOKS. And i'm on the verge of a Sanctuary-induced breakdown. So i'm donning my seriously Rose-Tinted Spectacles and just... pretending everything is going to be absolutely alright with my world. My world being John.

OK. SO.

1) If anyone wants to read a SYNOPSIS of the episode, please see this right here.

2) I've picspammed every single cap and image I can find of the episode. I think in chronological order. If i'm missing anything please please do let me know.
I love how the mise-en-scene is so... like he's praying. Whether that is intentional or not idk but I LIKE. Totes EPIC and intense. EPIC & INTENSE LIKE HIS SEX.

UGH HELEN SHOT JOHN. BUT SHE'S WEARING A REALLY NICE OUTFIT. BUT SHE SHOT JOHN.
Please let this be the Helen Magnus method of serious pre-sexings foreplay.

OMG BB, WHY SO PALE?! BUT SEMI-NAKEDNESS IS HAPPENING. PREPARE YOURSELVES, LJ.
PREPARE YOURSELVES.♥♥♥

"I'm arranging for your transfer to a secure facility out of the country.
You're far too dangerous to ever be free again."

"It won't end here. It will grow, and never stop killing!"

3) TRAILERS, YO.

{HAUNTED TRAILER!!}

{HAUNTED SNEAK-PEAK!!}

♥

MISHA COLLINS: eating snakes and choking on cock.

nomorefrostbite — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 01:29:45 GMT

Well I WOULD have had stuff to post about Collectormania (other than how hot it was inside, and how bloody boring it was apart from Misha), but tracy has pretty much compiled all the tweets about Misha today right here in a VERY COMPREHENSIVE POST. Check it out, you guys.

Included is a LINK to the CUTEST KID IN THE HISTORY OF EVER!!!! I was just infront of him and his Aunt waiting for the Misha photoshoot, and he was actually adorable. I can't even stand children, but this one was just.... perfect. ISN'T HE THE MOST ADORABLE THING EVER.

During the Panel, Misha mentioned that the little boy had had a question earlier, and he now had an answer. He'd been asked why he decided to play Castiel... and Misha answered "because I knew that one day i'd get to meet you."♥♥♥♥♥♥
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

HIS PROMPT FOR A FIC WOULD BE... Bobby/Impala. With some "hot tailpipe action."

There was talk of slash fic, as per usual, and Misha had to explain what it was to poor Julie McNiven, although she did know what a shipper was. She said she'd read some of a dean/cas/anna one once but stopped halfway through when somebody's hand had crept beneath a dinner table.
Misha said in the one he read, he stopped when he found Castiel "choking on someone's cock."♥

YOUNG MARY.

Oh, and Misha's Mum was in the audience videoing!!!! SHE HAS A NICE HAIRCUT.
When he was a kid she told him a little dirt wouldn't hurt, but that it was ok for him. So he took that as a sign it would make him stronger, and took to eating lots of it. One time he even put a GARDEN SNAKE in his mouth!!!! AND LICKED A SICK BAT.

And I FINALLY got my photo op done. The bastards at Asylum 'lost' my last one.
NOTE: MY HEAD ISN'T REALLY SHAPED LIKE AN EGG. I'm not one of those Egghead Aliens. I was just sortof at an odd angle, leaning sideways but also leaning into him but also trying to look into the camera at the same time as attempting to smush my face into his firm Misha Chest.

But yes. He's hot. Which is not really news to anyone.

FANMIX: Sanctuary: Helen Magnus/John Druitt: "Black Black Heart"

nomorefrostbite — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 23:31:13 GMT

A dirty sexy hardcore intense in love Helen/John Mix.

BECAUSE YES, sometimes, just sometimes, Love isn't all about hearts & flowers.
It's not about candy floss and tender touches and shy smiles. It's about smirking flirtation, hot desire coursing through your blood, need.
It's about Black Hearts & Dead Flowers and blood and all that less shining noble stuff in life.
Love isn't always happiness forever and ever and pretty feelings.

It's real life. It's all just a little bit more complex than that.
♥♥♥♥♥♥

Dedicated to forensicirulan, who is gorgeous and a freaking SUPERSTAR and I love her lots & lots.♥
And also to curse_of_avalon who shan't see this for another week as she's on holiday but I MISS HER. SO SO FREAKING MUCH. ♥

"I like your eyes - I like your shape - and I could easily overpower you.
I won't say a thing, I won't tell a soul, but I could easily overpower you."

{BLACK BLACK HEART.
a helen magnus/john druitt fanmix.}

Front Cover.

Back Cover.

john powell // ASSASSIN’S TANGO
Instrumental

auf der maur // OVERPOWER THEE
I like your eyes, I like your shape,
And I could easily overpower you.
I won't say a thing, I won't tell a soul,
But I could easily overpower you.

iamx and imogen heap // MY SECRET FRIEND
In your skin, to die a little death:
This time there’s no code word.
When every day frays and hollow ends,
Dream sweet love submersive.

xiu xiu // IN LUST YOU CAN HEAR THE AXE FALL
Who there is, who is not bored by this fate?
Discoloured at the bite of a pear.
Cut love me. Cut love me into your breast.
Crush a pastry into your breast.

garbage // #1 CRUSH
I will burn for you,
Feel pain for you,
I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart.
And tear it apart.

depeche mode // THE SINNER IN ME
If I could just hide the sinner inside,
And keep him denied:
How sweet life would be, if I could be free,
From the sinner in me.

she wants revenge // BROKEN PROMISES FOR BROKEN HEARTS
Torn up photos and lonely nights,
Cursing crying and drawn out fights.
Make up sex and a brand new start,
Broken promises for broken hearts.

patients // MIND UR MANNERS
Close my eyes and come lay me down,
And count the teeth marks along my bones.
Close your eyes and come lay you down,
I'll count the scars along your knuckles.

david usher ft. kim bingham // BLACK BLACK HEART
Black black heart, why would you offer more?
Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy?
I'm on fire, I'm rotting to the core.
I'm eating all your kings and queens,
All your sex and your diamonds.

BONUS: lady gaga // BAD ROMANCE
I want your love and I want your revenge,
You and me could write a bad romance.
I want your love and all your lovers' revenge,
You and me could write a bad romance.

'BLACK BLACK HEART' -
10 TRACKS & COVER ART RARed HERE.
Comments are really-painful-but-still-sortof-sexy-heartbreak-heartache-victoriana-psycho love.

Previous Helen/John Mixes;
{HEART'S A MESS}

&&&

{I'M YOUR VILLAIN: You Make Me Wish I Had a Time Machine...}

ALSO.....

♥foralleternity♥foralleternity♥foralleternity♥foralleternity♥foralleternity♥foralleternity♥

COME ONE, COME ALL.

nomorefrostbite — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 05:04:52 GMT

DONE AND DONE.

The Helen/Johnn Community is open. MUCH MORE CONTENT TO COME SOON. But for now... join join join join, and bear with us whilst we get the ball rolling.

Love you guys.

♥foralleternity♥foralleternity♥foralleternity♥foralleternity♥foralleternity♥foralleternity♥

RENAME!!!!

nomorefrostbite — Wed, 14 Oct 2009 19:38:49 GMT

FINALLY. THANKYOU LIVEJOURNAL FOR FINALLY BOTHERING TO MAKE THIS USERNAME AVAILABLE.

The username which was mine in the first place but which you wouldn't let me use.

SO. After 6 lonnnggggg years, i've finally renamed.

the user formerly known as crazy_celebrian IS NOW nomorefrostbite!!!!!!!!!!!!

woah. it's weird being all creepily new-named. It's like i've sortof wiped some sort of slate clean.

FANMIX: Sanctuary: Helen Magnus/John Druitt: "Hearts A Mess"

nomorefrostbite — Sun, 11 Oct 2009 20:46:18 GMT

All i've been thinking about all weekend is the Sanctuary Season 2 Premier.
I've not done my Unknown Natural Language Japanese essay. I haven't planned my first Intermediate English Teaching Plan for Monday's first lesson with the new kids. I've not done ANYTHING that I was supposed to do all weekend.

All i've been able to do is think about ~~The Sexy~~Chris Heyerdahl.♥

Fanmix dedicated to forensicirulan!!!
Who makes the most amazing H/J icons. And is beautiful and fantastical and I love her.
I'll see you in Cairo, bb.
♥♥♥♥♥♥

(PS. I WASN'T ASKING HER OUT ON A DATE, IF THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE THINKING, HMM.
Perhaps I just... oh, wanted to know where we stood ;) )

"I once knew a girl in the years of my youth, with eyes like the summer - all beauty and truth.
In the morning I fled, left a note and it read: 'someday you will be loved.'"

{HEARTS A MESS.
a john druitt/helen magnus fanmix.}

Front Cover.

Back Cover.

Why i want to save you // STARS
Drop that look, pretend you love me.
The Evil Eye, focus it above me.
It's fun to be your enemy, it's fun to hunt you down,
And now I've got you cornered on the sinner side of town.

Love’s not a competition (but i’m winning) // KAISER CHIEFS
I'm not sure what's truly altruistic anymore,
When every good thing that I do is listed and you're keeping score.
Love's not a competition but I'm winning:
At least I thought I was, but there's no way of knowing.

Taste you // AUF DER MAUR
Oh my love, oh my love, I can't taste you my love,
Tell me what have I done?
Plug it in, so I can digest you.
I will taste you.

Face to face // SIOUXSIE AND THE BANSHEES
Face to face, my lovely foe. Mouth to mouth, raining heaven's blows.
Hand on heart, tic tac toe - under stars, naked as we flow.
Cheek to cheek, the bitter sweet:
Commit your crime in your deadly time.

The horror of our love // LUDO
I'm a killer, cold and wrathful, silent sleeper.
I've been inside your bedroom, i've murdered half the town,
Left you love notes on their headstones:
I'll fill the graveyards until I have you.

kill! kill! kill! // THE PIERCES
Well you could wash my brain, you could tear out my heart:
But I would never forget you. (never)
You could change my name, I could make a new start:
But I would never forget you (never)

All mine // PORTISHEAD
From that cloud, number nine, danger starts the sharp incline.
And such sad regrets, ooh as those starry skies, as they swiftly fall.
Make no mistake, you shan't escape - tethered and tied - there's nowhere to hide from me.
All mine... You have to be.

Runaway // YEAH YEAH YEAHS
I was feeling sad, can't help looking back: highways flew by.
Run, run, run away - no sense of time. Want you to stay, want keep you inside
Run, run, run away. Lost, lost, lost my mind.
Want you to stay, want you to be my prize.

Nothing compares to you // STEREOPHONICS
It's been so lonely without you here: like a bird without a song.
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling.
Tell me baby, oh where did I go wrong?
I could put my arms around every girl I see, but they'd only remind me of you

Someday you will be loved // DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE
I once knew a girl in the years of my youth, with eyes like the summer, all beauty and truth.
In the morning I fled, left a note and it read: ‘someday you will be loved.’
I cannot pretend that I felt any regret, cause each broken heart will eventually mend.
As the blood runs red down the needle and thread, someday you will be loved.

You could be happy // SNOW PATROL
You could be happy and I won't know, but you weren't happy the day I watched you go.
And all the things that I wish I had not said, are played in loops 'till it's madness in my head.
Is it too late to remind you how we were? But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur.
Most of what I remember makes me sure, I should have stopped you from walking out the door.

Hearts a mess // GOTYE
Your heart’s a mess, you won’t admit to it.
It makes no sense, but I’m desperate to connect, and you, you can’t live like this.
You have lost (too much love), to fear, doubt, and distrust (it’s not enough),
You just threw away the key (to your heart).

Follow the map // MONO
Instrumental

'HEARTS A MESS' -
13 TRACKS & COVER ART RARed HERE.
Comments are crazy-ex-fiancee-wants-to-hunt-you-but-then-gets-reformed-and-is-sexy-again love.

Previous Helen/John Mix;
{I'M YOUR VILLAIN: You Make Me Wish I Had a Time Machine...}