This is why RPF so often leaves me unmoved: don't care about the bodies, just care about the characters, and those characters are unknowable. Or banal the way ordinary people are. The exception is for things that look like RPF on the surface but are really about the personas presented, which are characters who happen to share the names of their actors. E.g., Colbert or the Top Gear presenters. Or the Beatles personas in A Hard Day's Night. SPN J2 and LoTRiPS creep me out, but the idea of Buffy meeting the Stig and finding out he's a demon doesn't bug me in the slightest.
Back on the topic of Blackmail, it is in motion again along with two other stories. Probably I'll finish a chapter of it next, just to get something posted and keep the writing brain in smooth, well-oiled motion. Or as close to well-oiled as this hinky brain ever gets...
For my money, it's not the phone conversation that sticks in my mind, though I do love that bit. Instead the last section of "Polestar" is the one with all the scorch. And that has no kink at all in it, unless you think of hypnosis as kinky. It's also got Giles in charge. Complicated. Those characters are complicated. Or so I hope.
I am behind on Merlin and Dollhouse. I can't say I'm really burning to watch either of them, not the way I was burning to watch new House. You know what I should catch up on, though? Eureka. Or I could just try to put a dent in my stack of unread books.
And in conclusion, a most emphatically happy birthday to kivrin!