#brill writing

[yeah-alright-brill]

To the lovely @mx-hyperfixation: Thank you for the request, you asked I delivered...late! Anyway, Merry Christmas while the decorations are still up, my 'drabbles' have a tendency to take on lives of their own, hence the wait. A lovely bit of Sam celebrating with everyone. I don't know your ship preferences, but I included a bit of mild romantic Sam/Annie cause I'm partial to them, and it's canon. Oh, and would you mind me posting it to ao3? If you have an ao3 account, I could gift it properly :) Please enjoy:

Christmas Special '73

Sam's memories of wherever it is he came from get further away, mistier every day. Memories of shallow, awkward office Christmas parties in the '00s, of Secret Santa and X-Factor number ones gradually fading into effemera, leaving him with a odd sense of peace.

Even stranger, he swears he can remember ration-book Christmases round the coal fire; one morning he wakes up convinced one Christmas he spent during the war with an evacuee family in the country. He should be disturbed; certainly a few months ago, it'd be a cause for for near breakdown; but these surrogate memories are weirdly comforting, much more so than his old ones, and with each passing day they feel more and more real. And at any rate, he can't stop them, and if he's learnt one thing this year, it's that not everything in life he can control.

Gene Hunt may think he controls this department, but even he can't stop the march of festive progress into his territory. Sam arrives at work one day armed with a box of the tattiest, 70s-ist Christmas decorations he can find, all out his own pocket. It's funny, Gene might be the 'fun one;' always up for a drink on the job or a glamour mag slipped between report sheets, while Sam is the stuffy boring one; but when it comes to Christmas, Gene is a right grinch, while Sam brings the cheer. Gene gives every reason under the roof why he won't let the decorations go up- workplace distractions, poofy bright coloured tat- even health and safety, in a turn up for the books- but this is going to be yet another hill for Sam to die on. He gets Annie in on side quickly. Chris looks awestruck at the box of festive crap- he's easily pleased, bless him. He's unsure at first, going behind The Guv's back and that, but once he gets into it he has the exitement of a kid- and the decorative competence of one too, and there's nearly a tinsel-related A&E trip. Sam actually has a rather lovely conversation with him about family Christmas traditions, though with the state of his memory, it's a bit weird. Alone, if you look past his idiosyncrasies, Sam's been managing to have some rather interesting conversations with Chris- he may be a few keys short of a typewriter, but Sam senses deep down he's perhaps more thoughtful than he looks, maybe even moreso than his fellows- but then that all goes out the window when Ray joins in and they start making jokes about handling baubles. In the end, there's nothing the Guv can do to stop Christmas coming to A-division, and for once, he concedes that maybe Sam's won this time.

Sam was expecting Christmas parties a'la 1973 to be pretty different from the modern 'Hyde's' - well for starters, he swears he remembers getting tied to a Christmas tree his first party on the force in the.... it could be the early 90s? Or the very late 60s? Anyway, he's not disappointed, when on the evening of the 24th, the festivities start with Ray and Chris disappearing off to tape a mistletoe over the door of the WPCs changing room and lie in wait- or rather, he's very disappointed, but it proves him right. While Chris and Ray are busy 'getting themselves on the registered pervs list'- The Guv's words, not his- he and Gene troop off down to the local off-licence to buy as much booze as they can with the money in the communal kitty.

"Right, uh, Sam?"

Gene piles a tin of Party Seven into Sam's arms, and he has to will himself not to drop anything.

"Guv?"

"Uh, now don't go getting any ideas in your funny head- but I know you don't have any folks to spend Christmas with this year, an' I presume you won't be staying with Annie's family yet, so... so if you fancy poppin' over in the evenin', after your shift, putting your feet up and eatin' leftovers an' that- well me an' The Missus wouldn't mind."

Sam can't help a big old grin. If he wasn't carrying 4 tonnes of booze, and feared the reprimand, he might even hug the man for saving him from his lonely little hovel.

"Guv! That's- that's so thoughtful for you, I'd love to."

"I'm sorry what was that!?"

Sam chuckles and rolls his eyes.

"I mean, yeah, alright, I guess I might."

"Yer welcome."

Back in the office, Ray and Chris have returned, rosy cheeked and looking well pleased with themselves. The Guv, of course, opens the festivities-

"Right! Let's get the booze flowin'- lord knows I need a good drink or six to stop those bloody streamers doin' me eyes in." He pours five whiskys and hands one to each, Ray, Chris, Annie, and Sam, then holds his aloft.

"To another year doin' what we do best: putting scum away!"

"To A-division!" Says Annie.

"To the Queen!" Says Ray, catching Sam off-guard with it's unexpectedness- guess your learn something new about people every day.

"To the boss!" Says Chris, rather embarrassingly for Sam, and that warrents a pointed look and a scoff from Ray- not that he's in a position to judge really.

Finally, Sam says "to The Guv!"

"Now that's something I can drink to!" roars the man himself.

So they all do.

...

Sam spends the first hour of Christmas morning with Annie driving Chris to his home passed out on the back seats, and he's reminded really of how young the kid is.

"Merry Christm's bossh-"

Upon waking he gives Sam a big, swaying hug, trips over, wobbles down the street, throws up in a neighbor's bin then collapses through his front door into the arms of his anxious waiting mother.

Then, they drive on to Annie's family's. They exchange presents from obvious bags in the footwell- suspiciously vinyl shaped- and then a kiss, followed by another, and then one more for good luck. With a 'Merry Christmas Love', and a promise to put in a good word for him with her folks, she's off, leaving a big, sweet, silly smile on his face.

He catches 40 winks in his run-down shack- God, he can't wait till he moves in with Annie in the new year- then it's up with a pounding headache for his grumpily-anticipated Christmas at the station. He arrives festively late, for once making use of The Guv's 'hair of the dog' hangover cure- it is Christmas afterall, and Gene's not here to catch him stealing from his decanter. Christmas with Ray Carling is not as bad as he'd feared, the man seems actually quite subdued today. He tells Sam in hushed tones he always works on Christmas Day because he 'doesn't get on too great with his old man'- and Sam knows that's the most candid he'll ever hear Ray. He certainly doesn't press the matter. They have an... edible canteen Christmas dinner with Vince and another guy from the department, whose name he really should know but can't ask now, and Sam wins the cracker pull to Ray's great chagrin.

Then finally, as the sun sets, and children play in the windows with their new toys, Sam gets off early to make it to the Guvs, for a proper slice of Christmas. Homecooked dinner leftovers, a nice big glass of sherry, a good laugh at Gene's expense with 'The Missus' and an evening spent in tipsy mirth and playful argument with the man himself, over Christmas telly.

"I mean seriously, a 'Time Lord' in a magic police box- what is he, some sort of time traveling cop? What a load of bollocks."

"Guv, You don't know the half of it."

[petruchio]

the barbie movie pointing out the hypocrisies and impossibilities of existing under the patriarchy by imagining what life under a matriarchal society would look like… the barbie movie using the images and metaphors of them being dolls to highlight the way society rewards the external performance of perfection under patriarchal standards rather than rewarding any kind of internal complexity… the doll “becoming real” as a metaphor for self-actualization which requires no permission other than the desire within oneself to do so but which can only be truly accomplished when these standards of perfection and thus the performances thereof are understood and acknowledged for the contradictions they contain… well it’s brilliant. i mean what else can i say

[shaylogic]

So "brills" was new slang in Charles time?

[maeve-is-annoying-about-books]

Fuck me, the writers really understood the assignment with season 2. They knew they had so much to set up, and so much momentum from season 1's final events, and they slammed the gas pedal down. Tore out the fucking brakes! Who needs em?

Incredible.

[walmartbrandwhatever]

Oh, Trip and Marcia, how I love you as well💔. Trip treats her like a queen. He's trying his best, and I will stick by this. Has my opinions of all the socs been changed recently? yes. Am I currently rewriting a lot of stuff in my marbit fic because I totally obliterated the socs? yes.

[trevination]

For the wip thing, “screamed” (or a variation of that)

tee hee

A snicker stabbed at his ear from behind and he winced, then Brill's laugh echoed— screamed— from next to his other ear and it took everything in Charlie's fearing, tensed-up body not to curl in on himself right then and there.

[chaotic-starlight24]

I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO UPSET ABOUT RANDY BEING CUT

I just found a full video of the La Jolla performance of The Outsiders and OMIGOSH

HOPELESS WAR WAS 10 TIME MORE POWERFUL

The lyrics, the vocals, the emotion!!!! It was the perfect display of the socs feelings

Tbh the only good thing about the current Hopeless War is Emma’s amazing vocals

The Randy singing is amazing and the lyrics make so much more sense and the way Cherry and Randy sing together. AND they start closing in on Pony who is having his own little breakdown

It’s just so efhnio3dk-Dinh oft4mwmofpinutdrhevryu-9ihoenuonne

It makes me so angry that they cut Randy and his amazing actor

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

I’m spreading the Trip and Brill close friends agenda as well as the Brill takes care of his friends agenda.

[purecommemasolitude]

You will never guess where the sudden decline in quality of this outline is

[sugarsnappeases]

good news for bartylily library fic enjoyers btw….. i am SUCH a roll rn

[strangerstilinski]

trying to write a silly little spooky eddie multi-part for halloween and killing my own motivation by starting the whole thing off with 600 words of backstory summarizing all of the happenings in Hawkins over the last 3 years from readers pov but once i'm done with that surely it'll go back to being a fun silly little spooky- *cue the sound of me crushing my laptop to dust with my own skull*

[yeah-alright-brill]

Surprise fic!

And guess what!

Woooo!

Galex shippers hold on tight

[mustelidsinlove]

Unlike a Sister by madharmony

Nineteen years ago, Harry told Ron he saw Hermione as his sister. Now Hermione is in danger and Harry's feelings for her begin to change dramatically, jeopardizing everything he once knew. A post-war, Epilogue compliant fic.

"And just as gazing at a single star in the night sky causes the others to fade away, so he looked at her—an ever-fixed mark that he would bear out, even to the edge of doom."

//

"Why was it that women—particularly those who were bright and ambitious—were only loved once they were brought low in some way? Could they not be loved when they were whole and hale and unbending? But, no. Hypatia must always meet her mob. Boudicca, her dose of poison."

Art: The Reading Room, Francois Fressinier (2015)

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[lizclipse]

the thing i find with rust is that things never compile first time (it’s expected so the errors are quite helpful most of the time) but the flow is usually compile to see if you got things right and change if not. however, running first time is downright common, and i love it

[dullahandyke]

literally put the gnáthleibhéil adjustments into google translate bcos itd forgotten what they were and i couldnt fucking read them 😏 so basically my study plan is 'fuck it we ball' and 'read over the achoimre the night before'

[walmartbrandwhatever]

Trip Dipp and Melvin Dipp how I love writing you like brothers. They are so silly their first interaction in this fic is just them shoving the shit outta of each other 😭 it's so funny to me.