#Farscape music mondays

[karasbroken]

Okay...... I'm mixing it up this week, and it's getting wild. This is a John/D'Argo ship video? Which is a thing, and while that one never leaves the dock for me, I do see how there's always just a little edge of homoeroticism when you combine close male friendship with 4:3 aspect ratio camera closeness, and whatever weird magic Ben Browder has that injects sexual chemistry randomly into all his interactions with everyone.

But mostly this video is just good fun!

well well if it isn't the blowjob brothers

[karasbroken]

Are you in need of something to make your Monday feel a little more epic? How about a fairly recent trailer-style Farscape fanvid?

If you have a friend who you think would love Farscape, if they would only give it a chance, maybe this is the video to show them. Yes, there are spoilers, in particular for the John/Aeryn relationship. But any savvy viewer is going to expect that on a show with two strong leads who look this pretty. And the trailer does a good job of throwing in enough confusing visuals, that you can come away with some interesting, but wrong assumptions.

Hey, if you're somehow seeing this without ever seeing Farscape, watch the video and tell me what you think it's about and who the important characters are!

It's really well edited by @cmdr_john_crichton on YouTube, so go drop a like over there. The instrumental music artist isn't specified, but it's so moody, and the drama of it all does a great job of reminding me why I love this show so much. Have a listen, share with a friend.

[ghosttotheparty]

late night peculiarity

“Tro-o-oy!” Jeff calls from the backseat. “I have... a birthday gift for you.” His words make a alcoholic vapor fill the car, and Britta groans and she rolls her head to rest on Abed’s.

“Yeah?” Troy says dryly, his grip on the steering wheel shifting. “What’s that?”

“You can keep my car.”

Troy rolls his eyes, shaking his head, waiting.

“...Until Monday,” Jeff adds, lifting a hand and pointing at Troy. “But don’t crash it, ok–“

“Crash it, Troy!” Britta interrupts. “Crash his car!”

“Don’t crash it!” Jeff calls, raising his voice. “You can keep it... until Monday.”

“Thanks, Jeff.”

“No! Sunday. I have school on Monday.”

“We all have school on Monday,” Abed says, and Troy glances into the rear view mirror at him. Their eyes lock for a second until Troy looks away, back to the road.

“God,” Jeff slurs. “Sound like a fuckin’ high schooler.”

“Jeff, should I drop you off first?” Troy says before Britta can say anything.

“Yeah.”

Troy looks up into the mirror again, catching Abed’s eye, before gripping the wheel and turning around a corner.

“Abed, make sure Britta doesn’t do anything stupid,” Troy says as the car pulls to a stop.

“Will do,” Abed says, turning his face into Britta’s shoulder. “Britta, don’t move.”

She groans in response.

“Jeff, come on, I’m walking you up,” Troy says as he unbuckles, turning to see Jeff trying to find his buckle under Britta’s hip.

“Leave me alone,” she moans, snuggling closer to Abed.

“I’m trying to get away from you, dumbass.”

“You’re a dumbass, dumbass.”

“Jeff,” Troy says sharply.

“I’m coming, Dad.”

Jeff walks with his arm around Troy’s neck up the stairs to his apartment building and all the way through the halls and in the elevator.

“You know...You know what we’re gonna do?” Jeff says loudly as they stumble down the hall to his apartment.

“What are you gonna do?” Troy says, quieter, placing a hand on Jeff’s back to catch him as he trips over himself.

“We’re gonna have a real party for you. Like, an actual party, at a good bar that Shirley doesn’t hate.”

“That sounds good.”

“We can do it next weekend.” Jeff lets go of Troy’s neck and falls against the wall, going to twist the knob before stopping and saying “Oh,” and reaching into his pocket, pulling out nothing.

“Jeff,” Troy says, holding out Jeff’s keys.

“Oh, thanks, man.”

“Troy,” Jeff says, falling against the doorframe when the door is open.

“Yeah, Jeff?”

“Don’t be mad, okay?”

“I’m not mad,” Troy sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’m just...” He shrugs, looking away. “Disappointed.”

“See?” Jeff says, tilting his head forward and looking at Troy from under his brows. “Now you’re really acting like my dad. I’m supposed to be the dad of the group.”

“I’m not your dad, Jeff. I...” Troy bites his lip.

Fuck it. Jeff won’t remember this in the morning.

“This was my first birthday party, you know? And a big one, I’m twenty-one. I’m supposed to be a man, but I wanted that man thing to mean getting a seven-and-seven legally and finally hanging out with you without feeling like a kid. But I ended up being in charge and responsible and I don’t know if I’m gonna get to go back and be a kid. I’m scared that I’ll be stuck like this. As a... grown up.”

“Troy,” Jeff groans, rolling his eyes theatrically. “You’re not magically a grown up just because you’re twenty one. You’re still Troy.”

“Yeah,” Troy sighs, ready to put Jeff to bed.

“And I’m pretty sure Abed is older than you and he’s still Abed. And you’re still gonna be best friends with him, right?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Don’t stress,” Jeff mumbles, and his head falls against the doorframe. There’s a moment of silence before Jeff inhales loudly, and Troy scoffs.

“Jeff,” he says firmly, and Jeff startles, snorting. “Go to bed, man.”

“‘M going to bed...” Jeff turns around, holding the doorframe with both hands. “‘M going...”

“Good night, Jeff.”

“Night,” Jeff says quietly, and Troy almost misses it as he turns to go back down the hall. “Love you, Troy.”

Troy pauses, looking back to see Jeff’s door shut.

“...Love you too.”

When Troy gets back in the car, Britta is snoring and Abed is laying on her shoulder, staring and blinking and staring and blinking.

“Abed, is it cool if I drop Britta off before you?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Okay.”

- - -

“Britta, talk to me so I know you’re alive,” Troy says, his arm around Britta’s waist, holding her up as she stumbles over her own feet.

“‘M alive,” she says loudly. “I feel so alive, Troy!”

“You need to go to bed, Britta.”

“I will,” she mumbles. “I’m gonna go to bed, and I’m gonna sleep for...” She takes a deep breath, huffing the chilly night air. “For as long as I can.”

“Tomorrow’s Saturday, so that’s fine.”

She groans, throwing her arm around Troy’s neck.

She tugs him into her apartment when she finally, after much effort, gets it open, leading him to her room. Troy’s heart pace picks up, stammering out, “Brit–Britta, stop. Britta, don’t, s–“ as he tries to unlock her grip on his shirt.

“It’s fine, Troy...” she mumbles, stumbling into her room as he trips over her feet. “‘M just...”

She finally lets go of him and he steps back, to the door of her room, watching as Britta collapses into her bed, her hair covering her face like a blonde cobweb.

“I’ll text you tomorrow, Britta,” Troy says softly.

She groans in response.

“Okay,” Troy mutters before he leaves.

- - -

Abed is in the front seat when Troy gets back.

“Hi,” he says lightly, looking over as Troy slides into the front seat and slams the door shut, laying over the steering wheel and covering his face. He feels Abed’s hand lightly rub his shoulder.

“Hey,” he huffs when he sits up.

“So tonight was weird, right?” Abed says as Troy turns the car on and pulls out of the parking lot.

“Yeah. I don’t... really know how to react to it.”

“I don’t really know how to react to most things,” Abed says. “So I understand.”

The corners of Troy’s mouth quirk into a smile.

“Good to know.”

- - -

“Do you want me to walk you in?” Troy asks Abed as they pull into the student parking lot outside the accommodations.

Abed hums, twisting his mouth and looking out the window.

“Yes. But I don’t think you’ll have to hold me up.”

Troy chuckles, unbuckling and opening the car door.

“So where did you disappear to?” Troy asks, and he ignores the fact that they’re nothing walking much slower than they usually do, their feet shuffling over the asphalt of the parking lot.

“They had Asteroids.”

“Right.”

Troy shoves his hands in his pockets, looking up at the building they’re approaching, looking up at the dark windows, and the few, scattered, bright ones. One is open, and leaking out of it is faint dubstep music.

He feels awkward, for the first time with Abed, wanting to ask about that guy he saw talking to Abed, that guy that seemed entranced by Abed. (Of course, who wouldn’t be entranced by Abed? It’s like he’s made of magic.)

And why isn’t Abed saying anything about him? Why does he only mention Asteroids, and noting about the guy with the stupid moustache and the beer? The guy that bought Abed a beer?

Troy’s nostrils flare and he clenches his fists.

But then he looks up at Abed, and Abed’s looking at him. And Abed smiles.

At him.

Not the moustache guy.

And so Troy smiles back.

It’s not awkward.

Troy holds the door open for Abed, watching him as Abed steps past him (his shoulder brushes Troy’s chest).

“Thank you.”

“Mmhmm.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t stay with you tonight,” Abed says abruptly, turning to face Troy as the door shuts.

Troy shrugs nonchalantly, shaking his head.

“Don’t worry about it, buddy.”

“No, let me do this.”

“Okay.”

“I shouldn’t have stayed with you,” Abed says, turning to walk down the hall, and Troy follows. “I shouldn’t have just left you for a video game. It was your birthday.”

“Technically it wasn’t my birthday.”

Abed pauses, his finger hovering over the up button of the elevator.

“Right,” he says softly, his brows furrowing before he presses it. “Anyway. I shouldn’t have ditched you.”

“It’s okay, Abed.” Troy hesitates, following Abed into the elevator and watching him as he presses the button for floor three.

“Hey, uhm...” Troy finally says, shifting on his feet as the elevator lurches into motion. “Who was that guy you were talking to?”

“Oh,” Abed says, his brows furrowing for a short second. “R– Richard? Roger?”

“You don’t... know?”

“I didn’t really get to know him, I just talked about Farscape.”

“And he just listened?”

“Yeah, for the most part.” Abed glances at Troy. “He was actually hitting on me but I didn’t pick up on it until I was already on a roll so I ignored it.”

The elevator comes to a stop and Abed steps out when the doors slide open. Troy feels stuck, frozen in place.

Hitting on him?

He follows Abed out before the doors can slide shut.

“He was hitting on you?” he asks when he catches up, trying his hardest to keep his voice level.

“Yeah.”

“How... was that?”

Abed looks at him as they move down the hall.

“He’s not really my type.”

“And what is your type?”

Abed looks at him again, his eyes skimming over his face slowly. Troy feels himself burn up under his gaze.

“Not him,” Abed says after a few quiet, strained seconds. “I don’t really like moustaches.”

Troy scoffs, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile.

“He got mad at me,” Abed adds like its an afterthought, and Troy looks at him curiously. “When I told him I knew he wanted to have sex with me and that I chose to ignore it, he tossed his drink in my face.”

“What?”

Troy freezes, reaching out and catching Abed’s shirt with a hand. Abed turns to face him, and under the dim hallway lights, Troy finally notices that the front of his shirt is wet.

“What an asshole,” Troy mutters, looking at his shirt. His face is burning, and his hands are shaking lightly, by Abed seems indifferent.

“I understand why he was frustrated.”

“No reason to be such a douche.”

“...Yeah.”

Troy looks up into his eyes, away from his shirt, and Abed smile softly.

“I’m okay,” he reassures Troy.

“I know,” Troy says, and he smiles when Abed gives him a thumbs up.

They stop outside Abed’s door, and Troy’s smile is still there. Abed sees it, and Troy knows he does.

“Oh!” Abed says, turning to face Troy after unlocking his door. His eyes are wide.

“What’s wrong?”

“I had something for you. A birthday gift.” Abed huffs, looking down the hall, and he doesn’t see Troy’s eyebrows quirk up in surprise. “I forgot it in the study room. I was gonna give it to after the party but the... the plans changed and it slipped my mind.”

“That’s fine,” Troy says, nodding reassuringly. “You can give it to me on Monday.”

“Yeah,” Abed sighs, and his mouth twists the way it always does when he’s thinking. So Troy waits.

“I–“ Abed swallows, tilting his head and looking into Troy’s eyes. Troy hopes Abed can’t see his face flush in the dimness of the hall. “I do have something I could give you right now.”

“Oh.” Troy shifts on his feet, noticing Abed’s fingers tangled in front of himself nervously, not making a move to open his door. “Okay.”

“Close you eyes,” Abed says after taking a sharp breath, and Troy shuts his eyes promptly.

He waits patiently, for Abed’s door to open, for Abed to take his hands and place something in them, for... anything. But nothing happens.

Then something warm brushes his cheek, and it’s soft and gentle and comforting and Troy leans into it subconsciously, his eyes just beginning to flutter open before something presses against his mouth.

Troy hmphs lightly, his eyes flying open, and Abed is kissing him.

Kissing him.

Abed is kissing him .

Troy shuts his eyes again, lifting his hands and going to slide them over Abed’s neck, but Abed pulls away, and Troy leans in, following his face and gasping, blinking and blinking and taking a deep breath. And Abed’s eyes are on him, shining and dark and blinking.

“Is this...” Troy starts, his stomach and heart and hands dropping. “Is this a bit? Is this from... a movie, or...”

Abed’s fingers brush over his cheek again, over his jaw, lightly touching the side of his neck like feathers.

“No,” he says softly. “Its a cliché, but I’ve wanted to do it for a long time.”

Troy looks at Abed’s mouth, watches his lips as he says it.

“Really?” he asks softly, just breathing it, his voice higher than he’d usually like it to be, but right now he doesn’t care.

“Yes.” Abed’s mouth twists again, his fingers brushing over Troy’s neck before sliding around to the nape, holding him lightly. “I really like you. In like, a gay way.”

“I really like you, too,” Troy whispers.

“Can I...” Abed’s eyes flick to Troy’s mouth. “Can I do it again?”

“Yes please,” he breathes.

So Abed does it again.

His lips capture Troy’s lower lip and Troy squeezes his eyes shut, sliding his hands over Abed’s neck and pulling him so Abed leans down.

The hallway is so quiet, and the noises of their lips and their breathing sounds like it’s echoing, vibrating through them and the walls.

“Cool,” Abed murmurs when Troy pulls away for a gasp, and Troy grins before kissing him again, the butterflies in his stomach that are perpetually fluttering finally bursting free.

Abed’s hands slip over his neck, skimming over his throat as Troy hums quietly, and down his chest, and around his waist, pulling him in until their chests are flush against each other, and Troy is sure Abed can feel his heart pounding against him.

Troy steps forward when he feels Abed’s teeth on his lip, pushing Abed against his door, and Abed lets out this noise, this tiny, quiet, soft, vulnerable noise, this noise that escapes his throat and falls right into Troy’s mouth, and Troy’s hands tighten in on him, his nails digging into his skin.

Troy finally pulls away after an unknown amount of time (time always escapes him when he’s with Abed), and his lip is throbbing from Abed sucking on it and he can feel the trails that follow Abed’s fingertips over his waist like they’re glowing, like Abed’s fingers are covered in fairy dust.

“Oh,” Troy breathes, tracing his fingertips over Abed’s cheekbones, over the bridge of his nice and his eyebrows and his eyelids.

Abed smiles.

And his arms wrap around Troy’s waist, pulling him into a hug as Troy buries his face in Abed’s neck, winding his fingers in Abed’s hair.

“Do you wanna sleep over tonight?” Abed whispers.

“Yeah, that would be nice.”

“Okay, come on.”

“Okay.”

Abed lets go of Troy to turn and open his door, and Troy almost whimpers at the loss of his arms around him.

When the door is open, Troy puts his hand on Abed’s back, gently pushing him inside, and he hears Abed give his precious “Hmmm,” giggle.

Troy shuts the door behind himself and pulls Abed back in, and somehow it’s even better in the privacy of Abed’s room, without the possibility of someone coming out of their own room and spotting them, seeing them and knowing just what they’re feeling, knowing just how their hearts are beating like they share arteries, because there’s no way they can hide it now.

Because now Troy can slide his hand over Abed’s waist and he can catch the fabric of his shirt, lifting it up and hearing what sounds like a sigh of relief come from Abed. And now he can slide his tongue across the seam of Abed’s lips, and Abed can let his mouth drop open and let his hands clutch at Troy’s neck desperately.

“That’s nice,” Abed sighs when Troy pulls away, and Troy nods in agreement, dropping his face into Abed’s neck again.

“I really, really like you,” he mumbles against Abed’s skin, and Abed’s fingertips finally slip under his shirt, over the warm skin of his hips and waist.

“I love you, Troy,” Abed says lightly, matter-of-factly, like it’s not the biggest deal in the whole world, in the whole fucking universe, like it doesn’t make Troy’s mind and heart explode in some pink, shimmery, glittery, dust.

“God, I love you too, I love you so much,” Troy whispers, because he finally can, his hands shaking as he holds the back of Abed’s neck and as Abed presses soft kisses to his cheeks and lips.

“Do you wanna go to bed?” Abed asks. “The earlier we wake up, the longer we’ll have to celebrate your birthday.”

“I don’t know how early we’re gonna wake up. Or if I’ll even want to get out of bed, honestly.”

“Understandable. I’d like to cuddle with you for a while.”

“Yes, please,” Troy says softly.

They fall asleep under two blankets in their boxers because they can’t be bothered to find pyjama pants, Troy’s face in Abed’s neck, leaving soft kisses as Abed’s fingers trail over Troy’s neck and hair.

Troy’s fingers trail over Abed’s chest and stomach and shoulders (he tugged Abed’s shirt over his head, telling him he didn’t want him to catch a cold; Abed most likely knew it isn’t likely that he’s going to catch a cold from a damp shirt, but he let Troy have it, let him press soft soft soft kisses all over him) and he feels Abed shiver under his fingertips as he scratches him faintly. It’s so quiet, and when Troy moves, lowers his head to Abed’s chest, he can hear his heartbeat, slow and steady and real.

Just as Troy is drifting off, he feels Abed shift, just slightly, and leave a kiss on his forehead.

Everything is different. Different, and strange, and weird, and peculiar, and completely, totally, absolutely fucking perfect.

[bookgeekgrrl]

Sunday reading recap (28-Mar-21)

i’m doing this thing where i’m trying to reset my sleep schedule and i’m not supposed to read during the pre-bed ‘relaxation’ period so that leaves TV watching

THINGS I WATCHED

Avatar: The Last Airbender - S2, e 14-20. We’re really in it now, gaang.

The Repair Shop - S1, e 1-3

A Very Brady Renovation - e 5-6 (Behind The Build)

Farscape - S1, e 15-16

Schitt’s Creek - S3, e13

This Is How Underwater Structures Are Built

Songs that Changed Music: New Order - Blue Monday

Forging Gandalf's Sword [Glamdring]

THINGS I READ

💜 👂 Red Heir (Adventures in Aguillon #1) (Lisa Henry, author; Sarah Honey, author; Nick J. Russo, narrator) - the very beginning was a little rocky but i quickly started to absolutely love it! a bawdy, silly, funny fantasy romance romp.

💜 Murder at Enderley Hall (Miss Underhay Mysteries #2) (Helena Dixon) 

💜 Murder at the Playhouse (Miss Underhay Mysteries #3) (Helena Dixon) - really enjoying these historical cozy mysteries a great deal

👂 A Perilous Undertaking (Veronica Speedwell #2) (Deanna Raybourn, author; Angèle Masters, narrator)  - the things i enjoy are still outweighing the things that annoy me in this series. i did absolutely fucking ADORE Lady Wellingtonia.

💜 Blue Line (Tripping #5) (Ariel Bishop) - yummmm, another fun installment in lovely hockey romance series - i love that this didn’t have any super duper black moments or hugely drawn out angst, just the perfect amount of pining before they both decided to use their words and pull their heads out of their asses.

💜 💜 The Wedding Planner('s Assistant) (crinklefries) - shrinkyclinks, 40K - “Bucky Barnes is in a bit of a conundrum. For example, on the one hand, he’s the former extremely polished, brutally efficient, and impressively ruthless brainwashed weapon of mass murder for the secret Nazi arm of the United States government. On the other hand, he has an uncontrollable crush on the cute blond wedding planner who lives next door.” - what a wonderful, fluffy, delightful fic!!!! 

💜 The Things You Have Caused Me Most to Want (are those that furthest elude me) (BrighteyedJill) - 43K, The Witcher - a non-traditional a/b/o fic with a LOT of pack feelings and tons of both emotional satisfaction and delicious filth, featuring these accurate tags: their abandonment issues are rubbing off on each other as much as their dicks are, I shook a witcher and intergenerational trauma fell out

plus 200K of shorter fic so shorter work shout out

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Assistant to the Consulting Detectives (idyll) - Sterek, 18K - a really great crossover where Stiles gets a job assisting Sherlock & Joan, I loved it a lot. (this was one where i got the ‘you have already left kudos here’ and had to do the gandalf ‘i have no memory of this place’ thing) [reread, apparently]

Where the Rippling Waters Go (littleblackfox) - Stucky, 33K - fantastic Practical Magic AU

when he gets older, he might be the one (cobaltmoony, CoraRochester) - Stucky, 32K - an (unexpectedly) silver fox Steve and younger Bucky (based more on some comics canon) [reread]

[karasbroken]

It's been a while since I shared a multi-fandom vid, but I think folks will like this one!

The song, White Flag is by Bishop Briggs and another one of those that went straight to my Farscape playlist, with some great, powerful themes of resistance, survival, refusing to retreat or surrender, that I could use right now and maybe you could too.

Like others of @flotillakrys /Blushing Fandom's videos, there's a big focus on strong women, and our gal Claudia makes more than one appearance. I only recognized about half the shows, but you might do better. I'll put the list of fandoms below a cut, just in case you want to play guess them all.

Whatever challenges you're facing, hopefully you'll find a few moments to enjoy or take strength from here. Or at least your next show to catch up on!

Show(s): SG1, Wonder Woman, Farscape, Stumptown, Veronica Mars, Wynonna Earp, Luther, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Another Life, Longmire, Dark Matter, Emergence, His Dark Materials, Miss Fisher Murder Mystery, Star Trek Discovery, Star Trek Picard, The Good Place, The Witcher, Lost In Space, NCIS, Nightflyers, Jessica Jones, Leverge, Nikita, The 100

[karasbroken]

I found this looking at relationship tags on AO3 and was so overwhelmed I had immediately had to add it to the Farscape music Mondays queue. The thumbnail is blank because of a password (see the cut) but it's a Aeryn Sun/Kara Thrace (from Battlestar Galactica, where my username comes from) ship video!!?!

Take the extra effort to view it, it's worth it.

The song is Hurricane by Joan Osborne, and the creator is laurashapiro (who might be @laurashapiro-noreally). The editing is amazing, these gals are flirting, frelling, and fracking and it's perfect. The cuts are so smooth you think it's the same show. "Two pilots walk into a [space] bar" completely done with their men and ready for action. So hot, so believable, I am very on board this ship. You might want to watch this one in a private place.

It's password protected so I'm sticking that here: showme

I'm going to link the AO3 entry too, so you can go show the creator some love.

[karasbroken]

This video was posted seventeen years ago. And it still slaps. Okay, maybe it works best on a phone not a big screen, but you have to love the incredible number of cuts the editor Paraclete used to piece together all this footage into a long, comprehensive ode to the most messed up character journey a sci fi TV protagonist was ever taken down. (Great handle btw, I played a gargoyle named Paraclete in a LARP and I'm inordinately fond of the name.)

The song is All These Things That I've Done by The Killers and it's basically perfect for John. Because the scope of the video is the entire series, there isn't a strong story or theme, just a succession of moments that build into the feeling of awe. Of being overcome by all the things he's had to do and the person he's had to become, to survive.

Despite that, it isn't a downer of a video. The song has great energy and pulls me along the way the show drags me through so many traumas and triumphs that at the end I can't only go, "wow."

Have some high octane adventure angst for a Monday morning.

[karasbroken]

Look, this video is a mess, okay? No shade at all to the creator, the editing is fine, but this is old and it suffers from how none of us had good bandwidth back then. Even more that, though, the video is using an amazing and completely nonsensical and confusing song, and they go all in! The song is Somebody Told Me, by The Killers, and this video smashes up all the kinky, disturbing, gender bending and weirdly sexualized moments they could cram into three minutes.

Of course I'm posting this to celebrate posting the first chapter of my Sex Shop AU, The Leviathan, on ao3. This song has been a big inspiration for me, and on my writing playlist, for months now, and I was completely flabbergasted to find an actual video using it! And for me at least, it works!

So enjoy the music, boggle at the late 90s idea of kink and queer, and then if you have some need to read John and BDSM done badly, the link is up above. Sometimes we just gotta go where the creepy muse leads us?

[karasbroken]

Do you need something to wake you up this fine Monday? How about a fairly recent, humorous little video, that really captures the wacky vibes Farscape mixed in between the romance and trauma?

The song is We Like to Party by Vengaboys and it's silly and high energy and showcases some of the sillier and more surreal moments of the show. Lots of quick cuts and some strobe effects, for those who might be sensitive, but it just goes with the party atmosphere. John used to be a raver, apparently so I think he'd approve.

@marahsarie is the creator of this really good time. I'm also including the AO3 link below so you can show the creator some love there too. We have to support our Farscape vid makers, still bringing new works to enjoy, 25 years later.

[karasbroken]

I've been doing one of these a week since April, and you might think I'd be running out, but I haven't even actually shared all my very favorites yet, so here's one of those today.

This is mostly moody instrumental, that alternates between romantic and tense, just like the relationship. The song is Saturn by Sleeping At Last. It's very affecting and the clips shift with the music in a very satisfying way.

What I love most about the fantastic editing by @ellie5192 is that the dialogue from the show is played over different visuals, tying together moments across the whole story of the relationship in a beautiful, meaningful way. My brain thinks chronologically, so I really appreciate the thought it must have taken to choose these scenes for their similarities and resonance.

It just makes me ache and sigh, and want to get back to writing. I love it and I hope you do too.

[karasbroken]

I figure, what the heck, maybe everyone on Tumblr hasn't seen all my favorite Farscape fanvids, so I'll start sharing them. Call it music Mondays.

This amazing one from @hll1981-blog is a little different than the shippy vids I usually love, but the song is frelling perfect (Radioactive by Imagine Dragons), the editing is very fun, and it's got so much energy. I get a little tore up when I watch this because it's mostly clips from Peacekeeper Wars and my precious John, wisecracking astronut. is just unrecognizable doing two-fisted gun-fu and bringing down the apocalypse because he has a wife and a child and zero fucks left to give for anything else.

"We paint ourselves red, to fit right in.... This is it, the apocalypse."

I will never stop my mad respect for this show being willing to take this man on that journey, but the end result is a little hard to watch. But watch it anyway.

[karasbroken]

Look, I have to be who I am, and what I am is obnoxiously shipping these two forever. So have more romantic mush about John/Aeryn. I'll plumb the depths of YouTube for weird Farscape stuff another week.

The editor of this schmoopfest is @schmackproductions on YouTube, and yes, the song Makes You Beautiful is by One Direction.

But we're going to ignore that and look at our pretty pretty pretty Peacekeeper through the adoring eyes of just about everyone and we're going to like it! Because come on, this woman is gorgeous, something she probably doesn't know, and would find irrelevant if she did. But everyone else in the galaxy is aware and this video is the propaganda.

[karasbroken]

Last week I did heavy angst, this week, a little bit of mushy shipping leavened with a touch of angst instead? Sound good?

Quick word of warning, this vid ends a little abruptly but it doesn't matter, it's beautiful anyway. You're just going to be sorry when it ends, like Farscape itself. The song is Safe and Sound by Madelyn Bailey and it's gorgeous. There's something about acoustic that just feels right for Aeryn and John, and the words are lovely.

I really like the key lyrics popping up on the screen as text, it really focuses the vid. And the transitions are so smooth, oh those cuts from kiss to kiss to kiss... guh. it's just romantic. No other word for it.

Editing is the crafting of @dinah-laurellance. Have two minutes of Monday bliss.

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I've been looking for steamy inspiration, and ran across this really fun video by @kernezelda who is also a prolific Farscape fanfiction author! (I'll drop that link down below.)

As the caption states, this is set to "I Kissed a Girl" by Katy Perry, and the subject matter, is, of course, kissing. Specifically John and Aeryn kissing. And their whole relationship is traced through their kisses over the course of the song and it's just.... *sigh*

The editing is tight and does well with matching moments to lyrics. The song is catchy, and it just makes you smile--and appreciate how very hot these actors were together. Might have to add this one to my writing playlist, because it's got the goods.

Leave a like or comment for the creator on YouTube or see this AO3 link for the vid! We're so lucky to have so many fun fanvids to watch that have been created over the years. I really enjoyed this one.

And while you're on AO3, check out their fanfiction! There's everything from drabble collections to long fics, with interesting pairings and story lines. With almost 60 works, you're sure to find something to your taste, whatever that might be.

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This week's fanvid is for the Scorpy/John shippers. It's also for me because I'm a child of the 80s and I love this song. Fair warning, this is a very very old fan video, 18 years! So the image quality is very fuzzy. I think it would be fun to remake with 4k footage because there are so many scenes that fit the lyrics, but it can still be enjoyed anyway.

The song is Alice Cooper's Poison, and while I call this a ship video it can also just be read as a plain old enemies-that-get-under-your-skin video. They really did have a very twisted, very intimate relationship, thanks to Ben's chemistry with literally everyone and 4:3 aspect ratios. This ride was put together by Anduranova/kelsa808 on YouTube. Rock on!

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We're back to all the shipping all the time for this music video Monday. This time a favorite one focusing on the romance arc over seasons 1 and 2 especially. This video has so many of my favorite tiny moments and even drew my attention to a couple I hadn't obsessed over yet.

The song is On Fire by Switchfoot and it matches the tentative longing and incredible passion between these two characters. The creator is Lev who might be @neuralcluster ? Go indulge in some romance for three minutes, it will do you good.