Beyond the Roundels

Life continues to be scary, so I am doing what surely any rational person would do and hiding away here, writing my hurtcomfortex letter (so many freeforms!) and making James Maxwell gifs.

I am trying to improve my gifmaking skills on the website, but all I learn is the website makes its own rules and will do completely different things with each different gif, although I am definitely getting a little bit better at knowing how many pics/what speed to do the ones from screencaps). It is frustrating, though - if I could do it on my editing programme, I could make them so much prettier!

Also you know that Obi-Wan/Padme gif I made from the RotS extras, that wasn't even that good? I posted them on tumblr as well, because I thought I might as well, and now it's at 2000+ notes and hasn't stopped yet. It's very weird. If I had 2000+ repsonses to a Dreamwidth post I'd be collapsed somewhere, but on tumblr, it's all very impersonal and has nothing to do with me whatsoever. It just sort of... goes on regardless, and indeed, would if I wasn't even there any more. (Up till now the best I had was Peter Cushing gifs which picked up c. 200-300 notes.) Anyway, so if you post any old Obidala gif, tumblr likes it. Or possibly just if you get the ones off the extra bit off the DVD.

Oh, and, in cheerful things - I have a space_swap gift already! I feel like I'm slacking now, although mine has progressed to a mental plan and notes and rewatching and I mean to get actual words down tomorrow.


Anyway, have an incomplete gifology of 1960s James Maxwell, plus one Suzanne Neve, because it included Portrait of a Lady and I couldn't not.

( cut for traditionally cheering JM giffage only no barometers sorry )

I wrote this for hc_bingo for the wildcard square - I chose "Dystopia" from the list. There was no point in writing this, except I wanted to, which is reason enough, but since it's kind of a gratuitous sex scene, basically, and I can't write such things (so here be implied sex scenes without any pr0n at all), I probably should instead have found some way of forcing someone else to watch "Level 7" and then holding them down and making them write it. I don't think I can even guarantee it makes sense in isolation. Still, it gets me a bingo square and that's what counts here.

(And, yes, yes, yes, I did just write slash for an episode of 1960s BBC SF which happens to contain wee!doomed!David Collings. Please send help, I clearly need it.)


Title: Exercise in Futility
Author: lost_spook
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1871
Characters/Pairings: X127/X117
Notes/Warnings: Dystopia, very old and obscure tv, 1950s cold war fables, sex scenes without any pr0n, hurt/comfort that doesn’t work.
Summary: Sometimes you just can’t make things better, even when you try…

( Exercise in Futility )