Can't even shout, Can't even cry. The Gentlemen are coming by. Looking in windows, knocking on doors. They need to take seven, and they might take yours. Can't call to mom, can't say a word. You're gonna die screaming but you won't be heard.

Dream Girl ,'Bring On The Night'


Fan Fiction II: Great story! Where's the sequel?

This thread is for fanfic recs, links, and discussion, but not for actual posting of fanfic.


Cass - Jan 21, 2007 6:16:56 pm PST #3002 of 10440
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

See also Connor/Lindsey (because, dear heaven, Connor is the incarnation of Lindsey's screwed up Angel/Darla longings, looks v. plausibly like both parents, and would afford a truly spectacular opportunity to mess with Angel's head. Oh yes. Yes indeed.)
Oh. My. God.

I never knew I wanted this but now I want it so desperately.


Fay - Jan 21, 2007 6:24:17 pm PST #3003 of 10440
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

nods and nods and nods. while drooling


Lee - Jan 21, 2007 6:29:58 pm PST #3004 of 10440
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

goes to sit in Fay's corner


Fay - Jan 21, 2007 6:41:33 pm PST #3005 of 10440
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

hands out cocktails.

So what time is it where you are?


Cass - Jan 21, 2007 6:43:30 pm PST #3006 of 10440
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Lee and I are both board time. And maybe bored time, too. Which is the perfect time for fic and cocktails.


Fay - Jan 21, 2007 6:45:36 pm PST #3007 of 10440
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

Well, it's quarter to noon on Monday where I am, but I shan't let that stop me from downing a virtual mojito with you!


Cass - Jan 21, 2007 6:51:59 pm PST #3008 of 10440
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Mojiiiiita! We'll call it a lunchtime treat for you.


Lee - Jan 21, 2007 7:12:57 pm PST #3009 of 10440
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

YAY for mojitos!


Emily - Jan 24, 2007 8:44:37 pm PST #3010 of 10440
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola

Mmmmm, mojitos...


Dana - Jan 26, 2007 5:24:10 am PST #3011 of 10440
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.

Is it okay to be slightly disgruntled that someone posted a new SGA story called "Counterpoint"? (For those of you that know what I'm talking about.)