Sophia, have you checked the QaF recs at crack_van?

No, although I don't think I know the source material very well. Do you have any recs? I am truly sick of Brian and Justin getting married and having babies!?!, and other such spectacularly out of character stories.

I've never seen a single ep, but Calypso's most excellent Ransom stands alone very nicely, thank you very much.

Background on the show available here, if you fancy it - but not neccesary for the fic, actually. Still, nice to see the pretty.

Thanks Fay and Dana!

cereal

...so has everyone else already read the SGA Big Gay Penguin story? Because I'm still giggling. Bless. Bless. Bless.

By the time he caught up with Teyla, the two penguins were on the Pier and the short one was beating the snot out of the larger one. Teyla was watching, her stance cautious.

"Jesus," Ford said, a little out of breath. "What the fuck, McKay's a vicious little bastard, isn't he?" He started forward, worried about the major, but Teyla's hand on his arm stayed him.

"I do not believe they are fighting," Teyla said and her mouth quirked.

"What the hell are they doing, then?" Ford blinked. Oh, no. He was so not seeing what he thought he was seeing, was he? "Oh, my God. Don't tell me."

Teyla coughed. "I believe they are mating."

I think that's not the first of the big gay penguin stories, though. The first one was posted the SGA_flashfic. Or maybe it's the same one.

Though if it's not the same... you have to admire that there's more than one Big Gay Penguin story.

Er, I always feel weird posting in a thread I don't post in much. Anyway, I lurk, and, you know, y'all are funny and give good rec. Thankyouverymuch.

~Fin~

Who wants to write a Logan(VM)/ryan/sark/seth/vaughn/weiss/sawyer/rusty ryan/danny ocean fic for me Kat?

you have to admire that there's more than one Big Gay Penguin story.

Penguins appear to be a running joke in the fandom. Have you read Katie's Workplace Legends? So. Damned. Funny.

(huh, Shriftweb appears to be down. Shrift knows this, I assume...)

Where's the Wonderfalls fic? And how much of it is safe for someone who's only seen the first episode and is trying to refrain from spoilers?

Oh, the story with Michael and Nikita and Gaugin's heir and the shipwreck and...other stuff...has come to an end.

The Parisian museum was lit like a tall Christmas tree on the first day of the holiday season after buying out a closeout of rope and rice lit garlands.

...rice?

The glass walls that surrounded Le Louvre glistened in the late afternoon penumbra making the gallery look like a huge diamond ring. Shiny limousines pulled up to the portico and stopped long enough to allow elegantly clad luminaries to step out unto the scrutiny of the medias’ hot lights.

Someone has a thesaurus and a word of the day calendar.

The event was an exercise in people needing people, people using people and people testing people’s tolerance of the rest.

Much like fandom, really.

And without comment, an assortment of malapropisms and confuzzlers:

The heavyhearted woman replied, “Let’s face it Walter, he would not have enjoyed all the pump and circumstance.”

Walter’s companion, an exotic beauty with a marpacificus flower in her hair laughed, “He wouldn’t have stood the adulation either.”

After some time was allowed for perusing the art, a delightfully apropos meal was served and enjoyed by all.

“I miss him terribly.” Nikita said and sighed; it was a good thing that they had hired a professional videographer that wouldn’t miss an instant of the recordation of such an auspicious occasion, since she had quit filming.

The child was concluding the speech and Nikita heard him say, “My father would have loved the composition of the display and rebelled in the enthusiasm with which you have received this bounty.”

Now it was time for the couple to spin on the dance floor like Fred and Ginger or Travolta and Grey, the soulful sounds of a slow piece called to the lovers to hold each other and twirl.

“Hmm,” he said as growing maternity boobs rubbed his taut chest, “I missed you intently my heart.”

“Yep, the kiddies are history, the room at the Ritz is booked, the sex toys are in my bag and I am wearing nothing under this Balenciaga gown.” She told him, surreptitiously sticking her tongue in his ear.

“Hush Kee-tah I am ready to explode and we still have so much to do here.” He said adjusting his erection while the band finished playing the CFM tune.

And the grand finale:

But at anytime, their marriage was perfect, their love never ending and the sex their fortè and their reprieve. Michael and Nikita were the best of the best at bringing to life the savage carnality that Gauguin depicted so well! And paradise was no longer lost each and every time that the lovers came together.

“I love you Mykohl. Oh yes, there. YES!!!!”

“I love you too, my Kee-tah.”

The End