Blimey. They should fear the wrath of Shrift.

Tyr - he's the jaw-droppingly beautiful man - I mean, head turning, rugby-tackle-him-reflexively-upon-first-sight-and-start-humping-his- unsuspecting-self-like-a-bitch-in-heat-before-you've-realised-that-you're-in-the-middle-of-a-cocktail-party-and-nobody-has-even-introduced-you-to-him-yet level of Beautiful? Yeah? (Although I suppose in those circumstances one could always beg cultural differences, and claim that in the UK it's called a CockTail party for a reason, and whoops, you mean this isn't an orgy, how dreadfully embarrassing, ho ho ho, could somebody possibly pass me an h'ors deuvre? And oh, look over there, a juggling elephant! - at which point you drag the man into the nearest possible closet with muttered offers of no-strings blowjobbage and get him naked as fast as humanly possible). 'Cause I don't watch Andromeda, but I happened across it this pm whilst frantically vaccuming the cat to avoid essay writing, and sweet weeping mother of God, he could make me give up girls entirely.

I don't understand how they ever get anything done on that ship, actually, because surely everyone's first thought upon waking must be: "Hmm, consciousness. Must go get Tyr naked and have hot monkey sex." Or possibly: "Hmm. consciousness. must go get Tyr naked and have hot monkey sex, and then punch the captain for being an irritating git." But apparently other stuff happens too?

You should make this the page people see when you're futzing with it.

Hee. I'm very, very tempted.

See the problem with reading the best Harper/Tyr in the world, with a sidehelping of backstory that the show never bothers to give you and you will forever keep in your mind as canon, is that nothing else ever lives up to it. Because now I desperately hunger for addition Harper/Tyr, but am rather afraid of what I shall find if I were to venture out into the world of badic. Sigh.

The BBF last night was talking about this creepy little Halloween fic, Here Comes a Candle. I had a hard time falling asleep last night, so I started reading the fic around one-ish to pass the time. Big mistake. I was so thoroughly creeped out by the time I was done, I stayed awake until 3 AM cowering on the bed. I was, like, *whimpering* by the time I got to the end.

I've never heard of this author before, but she does an amazing job of rachetting up the tension. t shivers

SA--I'm with you. I want more Harper/Tyr and the only recs I can find, from sources I trust, are for Dylan/Harper or Dylan/Tyr or Dylan/Someone.

And I don't want to read about Dylan/anyone...I'd much rather read a nice Tyr/Haper story where Dylan is killed, Bekka takes over and someone remembers there is a Commonwealth.

I rather think Sorbo's too sexy for the death thing, but yeah. I'm with you on the Dylan annoyance. It's Harper/Tyr! Harper/Tyr, world!

Sigh. And I again question why the world does not conform to my wishes.

Fay, you must catch the episode with JM, there's some scenes with his character and Tyr sneering at each other that make you think that if someone wanted to find Tyr in the middle of the night, you might just call Charlemagne Bolivar's (love that name) quarter first. Plus JM looks utterly delectable in the gold shiny stuff with the honey-blond hair (the hair on him, not on the gold shiny stuff).

t will eventually learn how to link to pictures so I can show you some of my collection

thunk

.....too....much....foam...cannot....cope....

head explodes

Also Dan has screencaps of that episode...he'll direct you to them if you ask.

My location translation system (no, seriously, I've got one.) got thrown by

Willow’s nose was pink, and the two wool tassles on her toque had come out of the bow he’d tied on top of her head.

As I've never heard toque used stateside by someone who isn't my mother.

Other than that, fairly creepy.