Sweet, thanks, Micole and Shrift.

I have to dash to work, but so far, it's lovely.

And now here I am, and it's still lovely, and I couldn't save it for later. Huh.

Yeah, love research. If it's good enough for Giles, it's good enough for me. If anything, I take it a little too seriously. But that's part of my charm, I hope.

Pale Green is a new one from torch. Thankfully, it's HP and not boyband.

a) Love y'all

b) Want to cuddle Mz Lizard

c) Can't stop singing "Mr Morton is the subject of the sentence, and what the predicate says, he does" whilst bopping in a profoundly uncool fashion - I do hope I get to work Schoolhouse Rock into my classes somehow, whether it be in English, Music, PE or whatever.

d) "Oh, Fay, that is the slashiest episode. Did you notice the way that Tom and Harry fell asleep holding hands? Awww. Sure, Tom was delirious at the time...." YES - they were just unbelievably cute. Cuter than Captain Cute covered in kittens. Bless. And it would be such a teeny tiny step to add sexual frustration to the mix of impulses being stimulated by the clamps in their brains, and make so much sense. I'm fond of B'elanna (although clearly not enough to go look up the spelling of the woman's name) but I do feel that she had no business breaking up the boys. Sigh.

e) I must admit, when I watched The Lost Boys I was oblivious to the slash. But I was all over the fact that it was playing out Peter Pan scene by scene, up to the whole Nana/Nanook (? or whatever the dog was called) business, being tied up outside the house & barking helplessly at the flying 'children', and the fact that they'd cunningly set it up to seem that Keifer was the Peter figure, with Star (of David) as his Wendy and the wee rugrat as the wee Darling boy etc etc...while all the time it was secretly ShopGuy who was the Peter figure, with the Mom (what is her name? Just dropped out of my head, but I have such a crush on the woman) as Wendy & her 2 kids as the Michael and John (or whatever the Darling boys are called) figures. And the comic geeks are the indians. It's a thing. I can't remember it all now, but I worked it out at the time and was very impressed. Go Them.

(er...also? I have the soundtrack somewhere. sigh.)

In retrospect I do see that it is slashy as fuck.

Fay, darling, please send me the new stories, any more manips you have (bbow! please!), and any recs or links you have saved and want to put up.

Any betas out there? Quick ones?

Hit me, Plei. I am so frelling BORED at work.

I'm probably the last person in the world not to have discovered this one already, but day-um, Season Noir is brilliant. (I'm three chapters in.)

Anna actually has a new Xander/Spike up.

Throwing Shapes. Please don't beat her up for its not being a new Noir story; she's doing that to herself.