A MESSAGE TO ALL THE WORLD AND/OR MY FLIST: YOU GUYS I CANNOT EVEN TELL YOU HOW MUCH YOU NEED TO WATCH KINGS. SERIOUSLY. SERIOUSLY.

I am frankly, honestly dumbstruck that American network television, by some sheer accident, has managed to produce anything like this. It boggles the mind. It is mind-boggling.

This is a show of staggering, immaculate, breathtaking physical beauty: every detail, every angle, every color painted into it with care. It is also a show that doesn't waste time pandering to the audience's perceived stupidity. It sweeps along, weaving the practical and the spiritual together with grace and ease. And its basis is the incredibly strange and wonderful premise that an alt-America is fighting a war essentially on its own turf-- which is far more subtly thought-provoking than it may seem. The pilot episode is, necessarily, drawn in somewhat broad strokes-- but so far it promises to deliver intelligent observations about war and power and morality. And it is restrained enough to render its setting a compelling vision rather than a joke, and just in general IT IS AWESOME.

Seriously. My verdict on a show is generally expressed in terms of whether or not I am willing to watch it exclusively-- by which I mean: normally when I'm watching a show I like but don't take that seriously, I will have it open in a window but also be surfing the internet as I watch it. There are very, very few shows I will run in full-screen and watch to the exclusion of all else. Battlestar Galactica and Deadwood are the only shows that immediately come to mind. Within fifteen minutes, I had Kings in full-screen and never took it off.

GO FORTH AND WATCH.

Okay, for those who enjoyed the lunacy of the last story I posted: this is set in the same universe. It is a drabble-gone-on, by which I mean that it's an unbeta'd first draft and there may be typos and things (it was originally supposed to be just a drabble).

In this drabble-gone-on: Matt bites the dust, Sylar's paychecks are signed by the future, Mohinder's power is making crazy people love him, and Molly Walker makes lists. A lot of lists.


( The map of the world )

Heroes
PG-13
Nothing from Heroes belongs to me.

For girl_wonder's eyai drabble party, very belatedly: this is my ultimate insanity.

A drabble-gone-on in which Adam is an agent of chaos, Hiro doesn't think outside the box, Sylar is a mad prophet, Molly Walker kills people, and Isaac Mendez knows the truth of angels and men. Also, there is much discussion of entropy, and intimations of robot sex.

( The book of changes )

Heroes/eyai crossover
PG-13
Nothing from Heroes belongs to me. Spoilers through 2x11.
This is completely un-beta'd, so all errors rest with me.

I rarely commit fic, because I have an agonized relationship with writing. However: occasionally I feel moved enough by unanswered questions or unresolved emotions to produce something. Such was the case when I finished watching Life on Mars. So I have a Life on Mars story.

No sex, no swearing, just my usually over-stylized philosophizing. And massive spoilers for just about everything in the show. (There may also be typos. I am a poor proof-reader.) And... oh, any one of you who's read anything I've written knows what to expect from one of my stories. No plot and a lot of twisty sentences, in other words.

( Curved is the Line )

Title: Like a Swallow, Diving
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Nathan/Mohinder, sort of.
Notes: It's... sort of walking the straight line of canon? And then again not so much. Takes place between S1 and S2. The title comes from a Shearwater song "La Dame Et La Licorne," sort of, but I have to credit the other songs which played on a loop for six hours during writing: "Mr. Tom," by Patrick Watson, and "I'll Read You A Story," by Colleen Et Les Boites A Musique.
Disclaimer: Only the typos are mine.

( And so life goes on, day after day. )

Title: Asterism
Fandom: Friday Night Lights (Riggins, Landry)
Rating: PG
Spoilers through 2x09

( Asterism )