Yet More Napoleonic Era Slash.

Lo these many years ago, when I was a mere lass of eleven, I pulled Sharpe's Rifles off a shelf in the St. Mary's County library and fell in love (and lust) with Sharpe and Harper. (And Teresa--mustn't fotget her. After finishing Sharpe's Enemy, I refused to read any more Bernard Cornwell books for a solid year, until teh Sharpe eventually drew me back). Then, several years later, I turned on the history channel and caught about two thirds of the BBC version of Sharpe's Company, and instantly fell in ravening lust with Sean Bean (whom I'd never seen before), partly because of the voice and the smile, but also partly because he was playing Richard Sharpe.

And yet, somehow, though I've read almost every book in the series and listened to most of them on booktape as well (actually, I'm listening to Sharpe's Rifle on tape right now), I've never seen one of the Sharpe movies all the way through until tonight, when I finally sat down and watched "Sharpe's Rifles."

( Sean Bean sulks, bleeds, and is slashy )

Ah, Sharpe and Harper, you were my first ever slash pairing, and I love you still.

Oh, yeah, and I've written another chapter of my English thesis and and introduction to my History thesis, and it's raining again (have I mentioned how much I hate hurricane season), but none of these facts are as interesting as Sharpe.