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It's the end of the year, which means it's time for the Slash Awards 2017, aka 'The Slashies'. It's a time when I look back over what slash pairings I enjoyed this year, and give them prizes for being the best. So without further ado, here are the Slashies 2017.

( Best Newcomers (spoilers for The Hitman's Bodyguard, Spiderman: Homecoming, Fright Night (2011)) )

( Best Buddy Pairing (spoilers for Hitman's Bodyguard, Legend of Heroes: Trails of Cold Steel 2, Kong: Skull Island) )

( Best Enemy Pairing (spoilers for Spiderman: Homecoming, The Hitman's Bodyguard, Alabaster: Wolves, Justice League and Batman Vs Superman, Fright Night 2011) )

( Best Incest Pairing (spoilers for Emmerdale, Casualty, Coronation Street) )

And now it is midnight, so I must go. I guess I'll have to do the rest of this in the New Year. Enjoy!

ETA - Added 01.01.18

( Best Pairing (Spoilers for The Hitman's Bodyguard, Legend of Heroes: Trails of Cold Steel 2) )

( Most Beautiful Man (Spoilers for Spiderman: Homecoming, IT (book), Rick and Morty, Superman (the DCU films and other sources)) )

( Most Beautiful Woman (Spoilers for The Hitman's Bodyguard, Alabaster: Wolves, Mass Effect: Andromeda, mention of the Weinstein story) )

( Best Dressed )

Happy New Year, everyone!

Another game I have been playing lately is Darkest Dungeon. Darkest Dungeon is great. I've been playing it for about a year, in a way, because I bought it when it was unfinished in Early Access, but it's complete now and even better than it used to be. A games magazine marked down its review score because the game was clearly trying to be 'raw and evocative' and didn't succeed, but it wasn't trying to be raw and evocative at all. Basically it's a game where you recruit heroes and send them down into a dungeon to fight monsters, but as well as their health and general condition, you also have to manage their sanity. If it gets too dark, they start to freak out. If they get hit with a lot of damage from a monster, they get scared. If they see something unsettling, they start to get unnerved. If you let their nerves get too bad, they go insane and start acting irrationally and not doing what you as the player tell them - or sometimes, beautifully, they become 'virtuous', and even more dedicated to the task at hand. But also sometimes don't do what you as the player tell them - to the point of sacrificing themselves for their team. It's not trying to be raw and evocative, it's trying to be a horror game where you have to manage your team's sanity, on top of everything else. And it's amazing. And has a really brilliant set of female classes you can recruit. It's quite a stressful game, but it really is brilliant.

The noble boy in Trails of Cold Steel today stated that "bad dogs need stern discipline". So that also happened.

I'm sure there was something else I was going to post about, but I got caught up talking about computer games. I am currently waiting for a new Nintendo Direct, where Nintendo will announce some of their news for the summer, and hopefully a new Wii U or 3DS game. You can always hope.

Oh, I also had a brilliant dream last night. My dreams have been weird for a few days, just choppy and a bit harried and obviously just an amalgam of all the things I'd been thinking about or doing that day. But last night's was like a proper film, and it starred Sam Rockwell as an android detective, just trying to do his job. Eventually, when he proved himself, people said he was a 'really beautiful piece of work'. It was lovely.

Hello. I just back from London. Sadly, I forgot to turn on the boiler before going to get food and eating some of it, so I can't have a shower for another half an hour or so. Probably I should be unpacking, but we all know LJ is where it's at. And it can wait.

I went to London. Possibly I didn't mention that before I went. I was at Cee's, who is lovely, and fed me cake, and only slightly tortured me with her bizarre neighbours.

On Friday we went to see Order of the Phoenix. ( Spoilers )

And then on Saturday we went for a Greasy Spoon breakfast and I made her watch Welcome to Collinwood (oh God, Sam Rockwell). She seemed to like it. And was quite nice about my random babbling about Peter/Sylar. Mostly I owe her for quite a lot this weekend. THANKS, CEE. And then - I don't even know where the time went, we were going to see a football match and I SAID YES but Cee backed down, and then we went to a tiny little stuffy room above a pub, in which we cleverly positioned ourselves next to the only open window, and watched a secret gig with Rich Hall. Rich Hall is great. He told massive lies to a taxi driver about being a rocket scientist trying to stop an explosion, and the taxi driver was suprised because he thought Rich only wrote a book about Sniglets. Mostly Rich said Britain was great for not being upset about explosions or much of anything really, and complained about there being no air in the room. And I made eye contact with a nice looking boy near the front a number of times. Which was pleasant. Sadly the seven months pregnant female Iranian comedian who was meant to be on after Rich couldn't make it, but we stayed and listened to some songs about Spain and senoritas, and then a guy who'd just got of the stage at some other bar be funny for five or ten minutes, and then went home.

Today I was not woken up by Cee's neighbours knocking on the door and trying to get a couch up the stairs. Just Cee wanting to jump on me. We had cake for breakfast, and watched the Hot Fuzz commentary, from which we mostly learned that Simon Pegg and Edgar Wright are a bit in love with Timothy Dalton. Searching for fic afterwards led us finding the Hot Fuzz fic archive, though it sadly does not include much fic about the aforementioned Dalton. Inexplicably. Then we tried to learn blackjack (mostly failed), watched the last episode of Heroes, and I ATTEMPTED to show Cee the glory of macros. It didn't so much work. And then I came home. It was all very good.

Also, Cee's mouse is great. If a bit trippy.

I guess the boiler will be done by now. I have to go get a shower for work. I keep meaning to post about work. Remind me tomorrow.

Ooh, lightning.

( Because it was there )

At the shop again today. Started rebelling slightly against starting times - hanging around for just 5 minutes longer, listening to Ozma. I feel doing such things this soon does not bode well for future job-having. Of course, this is voluntary. Then again, who knows what'll turn up in references. Hmm.

Bought the Importance of Being Idle DVD. I thought it was a CD, but actually its a DVD, which has the video on it, which I wanted, but doesn't have the song in any uploadable-to-say-your-iTunes sort of a way. I have to buy the single for that, also £3. I remember a time you could get both the song and the video on the same disc...but apparently those days are gone.

I knew it was raining as soon as I got up this morning. I woke up, and could hear it, and knew it was raining in a really taking-the-piss type way. Sigh. Thankfully, lovely mother gave me a lift. She is so lovely. I did not take the good umbrella. It's not the kind of thing I want to just leave lying around in locker rooms at work, no.

We're talking about holidays, all of a sudden, just when I'd half given up. Probably not abroad, because my sister doesn't appear to be moving out any time soon, and mum and dad don't really want to leave her in the house. It is enough of a bombsite with mum running around after her all the time. So we are thinking now about somewhere in the country so she and Jack can come. I suggested Brighton repeatedly. It is Under Consideration. It's also my sister's birthday soon, and she has made semi-subtle mention of all the things she gave me for my birthday this year. I look on my savings with woe.

I redid all my icon keywords. But for some reason when I comment my icon menu does not understand this. Hmm.

Probably I will make Giant icons tonight.

There are quite a few things on metafandom I'd like to reply to, but I don't think my brain is in the right gear, and some of my ideas don't make the sense, and sometimes I think that what I want to say isn't even what the person is writing about. Mostly I am sure that the clever debatey people will rip me to shreds and throw me to the trolls. Sadness.

Hollyoaks is terrible at showing grief, yo.