A meme it was, a meme, a meme!

[dolorous_ett]

Here is the Head Canon Meme, borrowed from st_aurafina, and used even though I haven't been doing much fandom stuff lately, because I actually really miss the fandom stuff.

Any fandom you think I might have an interest in is fair game. If I don't know enough about the fandom I'll just have to make something up...

1. Pick a pairing or a character
2. Ask me my particular head!canon regarding something about them
3. Post to your journal to share your own head!canon!

Comments

[bookwormsarah.livejournal.com]

Tell me something about Mary Wimsey and Chief Inspector Parker please?

[dolorous-ett.livejournal.com]

Everybody about them makes a massive big deal over the too, too crushingly romantic nature of their romance - both people who genuinely wish them well and those who are making veiled snide comments about the unsuitability of the match.

Both the Parkers find this a bit embarrassing. In their hearts, and when they're alone together, they rejoice in utterly ordinary domesticity. Romance can go hang.

[bookwormsarah.livejournal.com]

Oh yes! Like the bit in Far From the Madding Crowd when Gabriel Oak says "And whenever you look up there shall I be, and whenever I look up there shall you be." I can imagine Mary in particular glorifies in the ordinariness.

My personal canon finds sixteen-year-old Winifred accidentally overhearing some of Helen's friends talking about Lady Mary's scandalous past. Winifred is thoroughly intrigued by this and ends up thinking her (previously slightly dull) Aunt Mary a positively heroic and exciting figure, much to Harriet's amusement.

[dolorous-ett.livejournal.com]

What a lovely notion! (and I'd be interested to hear more about your head!canon with regards to Winifred, who's often overlooked. You can't really blame Lord Peter Wimsey for not being very excited about a withdrawn teenage girl, but they often have hidden depths...)

[bookwormsarah.livejournal.com]

I have a couple of thousand words of a story about Winifred - I must finish it off and post it...

[dolorous-ett.livejournal.com]

Do! The worl needs more Winifred fic!

[nineveh-uk.livejournal.com]

More on Winifred's thoughts about Mary's scandalous past, please!

On headcanon: I assume that Goyles was very, very good in bed, and this was a large part of his attraction to Mary (plus the fact that unlike her entire family he actually believed her capable of doing something with her life).

[bookwormsarah.livejournal.com]

It is all part of my Winifred story, which is still very much a WIP. Must pick it up again...

[tree_and_leaf]

T'Pol.

[dolorous-ett.livejournal.com]

T'Pol has far more experience of emotions than almost any of her Vulcan contemporaries, and some of her experiences have been pleasurable - or at least memorable. But to her it's like being dtunk for humans - all very well once in a way but you wouldnt want to live your whole life like that. She finds it frustrating that it's her emotional reactions that get approval from her human crewmates. It reminds her of some of the rowdier sports/drinking clubs at Starfleet Academy - to be accepted, you can't be sober.

There was never any sexual tension on her part between her and Captain Archer, but she is fascinated by the way he manages to secure the trust and respect of his crew while using entirely the wrong part of his brain.

[tree_and_leaf]

It reminds her of some of the rowdier sports/drinking clubs at Starfleet Academy - to be accepted, you can't be sober

Hee, I like this - and I also like your point about Archer....

[dolorous-ett.livejournal.com]

Well you've been to Oxbridge, I'm sure you've seen the sort of thing I'm on about!

[tree_and_leaf]

Yes, indeed. I feel for T'Pol!

[snorkackcatcher]

Margaery Tyrell.

[dolorous-ett.livejournal.com]

Margaery Tyrell secretly envied Brienne of Tarth - not her skill in battle, or even her time spent with Renly, but because Brienne somehow managed to do exactly what she wanted to do, and go off and be a warrior in the face of social stigma. Margaery has to behave perfectly at all times, and even when she's alone she has to assume someone's watching. This has gone on all her life, and she's become very good at spontaneously perfect and charming behaviour - but sometimes it is such hard work!

[cloudsinvenice]

I like this meme idea! :)

I'm gonna say Professor McGonagall.

[dolorous-ett.livejournal.com]

Professor McGonnagall met Miss Jane Marple in the village of Inverhogg, where she grew up, and where Miss Marple had come for the fresh Highland air and delightful scenery. It goes without saying that there was a shocking murder thar summer, but with young Minerva's help Miss Marple soon brought the villain to justice.

[cloudsinvenice]

I like your headcanon. :)

[nineveh-uk.livejournal.com]

Neville Longbottom.

[dolorous-ett.livejournal.com]

Neville has never been much good at managing money. At one point he seriously considered Hermione's offer to have his childhood with Uncle Archie written up as the first Wizarding misery memoir. Fortunately common sense prevailed, and he persuaded Uncle Archie to fund a plant-hunting expedition to the Andes instead. Once he got wind of the misery memoir project, Archie was happy to oblige. Neville went on to discover a most beautiful, hardy shrub which contained all the base ingredients for a cure for the common cold. This kept him financially secure to the end of his days, but he'd have been a millionaire if he'd only hired a sensible accountant to protect him from shady deals. But at least he's happy.

The first misery memoir was written by Pansy Parkinson's and called "Poor Little Rich Girl".

[nineveh-uk.livejournal.com]

I love the idea of wizarding misery memoirs!

[dolorous-ett.livejournal.com]

I imagine it reads rather like a certain kind of badfic...

[dolorous-ett.livejournal.com]

Whoops, it's Uncle Algie, isn't it? Sorry...

[st-aurafina.livejournal.com]

Captain Archer? Has he always had dogs?

[dolorous-ett.livejournal.com]

The Archer family go in for traditions in a big way. They have a long and proud history of service in the field of space endeavour, going back almost before there was a space service to serve in. And they have always kept beagles. Porthos is a direct descendent of John Glenn's dog "Sparky", and his forebears have been Archer pets for generations.

Jonathan Archer is always keen to do what's right, and for him keeping a beagle is just the right thing to do.

His wild-child sister Vivien was always a bit of a rebel, and once forgot herself so far as to keep a bassett hound. She also ran off and joined the Tax Office, where she is doing rather well. He doesn't talk about her much.

[st-aurafina.livejournal.com]

SO. MUCH. LOVE.

That wicked, wicked Vivien! All defiantly working for the Tax Office and sitting at with her bassett hound!

[dbassassin.livejournal.com]

3. Post to your journal to share your own head!canon!

Done!

...in about five minutes... ;)

[dolorous-ett.livejournal.com]

Nice to see you around again!

Am I not going to get a headcanon request, then? *g*

[dbassassin.livejournal.com]

Um, okay. Thought I'd missed the boat.

*thinks*

*thinks some more*

*is distracted by the hockey game on TV for five minutes - yay New Jersey scored!*

Okay, back on target here. What are your thoughts on Aberforth Dumbledore?

(I'll have to get back to you re: Cersei tomorrow. I have a lot of head!canon about her, but have to get to bed!)

[dolorous-ett.livejournal.com]

Now there's an interesting one.

Aberforth had a one-line walk-on part in one of my fics, as part of Erasmus Lovegood's publishing clients (back in the day when Aberforth had not made an appearance, and Luna Lovegood's dad didn't have a name or a personality). He was the elderly, melancholy gentleman with the lorgnette and the goat on a string.

This is jossed now, anyway. The real Aberforth is an altogether tougher personality. Here's a possible back-story for him.

When the (highly misleading and almost certainly libellous) story about illegal charms on a goat broke in the Prophet, Aberforth was about to set off for a year-long apprenticeship with a goat expert in the Bernese Alps. He decided to go and learn about goats rather than stay to try and clear his name. When he came back, he found that, far from blowing over, the story had grown in the telling, and he was now an outcast from polite wizarding society. The high-class bride Albus had arranged for him (Albus having always fancied a society wedding, and since none was on the cards for him, he had done all he could to experience it through his younger brother) had called the wedding off in a fury, and Cornelius Fudge cut him dead in the street. Any respectable career was now out of the question.

Aberforth had no choice but to make a living wherever he could on the margins of society - preferably rural jobs, where there would be space to house his beloved goats. He spent time as a lumberjack, prospecting for titanium in Surrey, selling pashminas from door to door and cultivating herbs. Albus stood by him and they never lost touch, but it took Aberforth some time to forgive his brother for not (in his opinion) doing enough to scotch the truly horrid rumours that were circulating about him. But in the end Aberforth realised that living on the margins of society was actually a lot more fun than the high-class career his brother had once had in mind for him, and that the chancers, misfits and semi-criminals who had become his friends were for more interesting, intelligent and loyal than Crabbes and Fudges.

When he was in his thirties, Aberforth was attacked by a Tobacco Triffid which he had been trying to prune, and had to spend six months recovering in bed. During this time, he wrote a monograph "Goats: Their Anatomy, Habits and Character" which is recognised as the authority on the subject of goats, and is to this day compulsory reading for any serious student of advanced Care of Magical Creatures.