So, my polyfannish crack dealers...
Anyone happen to know where I can find some good Jools Siviter fic? I fear the show's canon didn't give me enough of him, damn it.
Dawn ,'The Killer In Me'
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So, my polyfannish crack dealers...
Anyone happen to know where I can find some good Jools Siviter fic? I fear the show's canon didn't give me enough of him, damn it.
A fairly tame entry from Nikita writer, yet still with a few gems:
Nikita noticed Michael’s movements were almost subliminal
“I don’t know.” He answered, lifting a heavy metal grate and above them they could see emergency lights and could hear vehicles moving, the air was piercing with sirens and the cold temperature perforated their skin.
Her hands held on to the chair as she bounced rapidly on the hard rod that slid in and out of her very wet hub.
He was still inside her, like a lifeline, an umbilical chord.
the cold temperature perforated their skin.
Ow. They're dealing with the Killer Frost from The Day after Tomorrow. Outrun it, Nikita and Michael!
He was still inside her, like a lifeline, an umbilical chord.
Sounds like a mistake in chronology, or possibly in cause and effect.
He was still inside her, like a lifeline, an umbilical chord.
Not enough oedipal ewwwwww in the world for that last bit of imagery.
Not to be pedantic, but the cord itself is part of an external device. And has no H.
Trust me on this one. I clean the depricated port daily.
serial or parallel?
Pretty certain it's parallel.
OK, just discovered this: [link]
It's Doctor Who, 9th Doctor, but nonspoilery, and such a good send-up of all the usual fanfic scenarios for manipulating characters into bed without actually doing the work of getting them from vague UST to shagging like bunnies via character developement that I think it'd be funny even if you're totally unfamiliar with the show.
“Right. So why d’you want to shag this time?”
“Well, I have a very conflicted soul, you know, Rose. Gallifrey go boom, and all that. And we just saved this planet. Also, we almost died earlier. Not to mention that big fight we were just having. And have you fully explored my weird alien biology yet?”
“Isn’t this mixing up a few scenarios, Doctor?”
Her hands held on to the chair as she bounced rapidly on the hard rod that slid in and out of her very wet hub.
That is one of the least sexy bits of imagery ever. It sounds like they're assembling IKEA furniture and using too much WD-40.
LJ! Bwah!