The Multiverse 2004 ficathon is done and the stories are posted here. Some of them are good, some not so much. As one might expect.

But if you're in the mood to see John Crichton snark at Jack O'Neill, or Aeryn Sun kick Mal Reynold's ass, this is the place to find it.

Ehh, so. We finally got around to updating Bright Shiny Objects, almost a month late.

Man, I'm all plotzed that august is writing Buffy. Her way with words just kills me. The apocalyptic Buffy/Giles? Blew my mind. I mean, it's Buffy/Giles! Who knew?

Whoever did the rec for August was right on, Vonnie. Any fandom that gets August is lucky.

And thank you or whomever for the kind words about my stuff. It's really nice of you, and I appreciate the effort to keep up with all the fic.

Any fandom that gets August is lucky.

Oh yeah. Christine recc'd her first two stories, then we got really behind in updating (mainly because I was such a lazy-ass) then we both read august's latest, and we were all, "Holy shit! I know we've already got two of her fic in this update, but we can't possibly *not* include this." The elegant lyricism of her writing is marvelous. Just as beautiful as JET's or Sal's prose, but in a different way.

And thank you or whomever for the kind words about my stuff.

You're very welcome! They were terrific stories. I didn't get to read BI until a couple of weeks ago, and was particularly struck by how smoothly the FS characters mapped onto those of Casablanca. Especially Braca as Renault--that was brilliant.

was particularly struck by how smoothly the FS characters mapped onto those of Casablanca.

Fi and I had a lot of fun plotting that out, particularly Braca and Rygel. Heee.

Sigh. The lastest chapter of Reposession is up. She's tying up all the loose ends and setting up the big finish. Too bad she didn't put some clues to the "big revelations" in a bit sooner, I wouldn't be rolling my eyes so much. And I called the Big Revelation weeks and weeks ago. Sigh again. I didn't even finish the chapter. We get the point, Laz, it's all connected, they're all family, have been for centuries, how wonderful to belong to each other.. This is two chapters you've spent on repeating and repeating it.

She had forgotten her misuse of his friendship for Michael had lent her a friendly hand and she had chosen to place it on her groin instead of her mind.

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“No Michael, let me. You are as you say - a very rich man, and as you well know money makes people very attractive. But I would dare to remark that if you were penniless, you would still be enchanting. Honestly, with those eyes, that hair, that ass, the voice, the accent, the lips, the strut, the charm… yes Michael you could be poor and somehow I could see women throwing themselves at you.” She allowed him to kiss her eyes with the alluring green gaze of his beautiful orbs.

So... Nikita narrowly avoided amateur brain surgery, and then, in the second one, I'm just guessing here, they are, um, looking at each other? Or possibly exchanging vitreous humor directly in an eyeball-to-eyeball transplant.

Which, is a form of intimacy.

I wear contacts so I am obviously not bothered by sticking my fingers in my eyes and yet? That second quotation squicked me.

Keep your gaze from kissing my eyes! Gnargggh.

I have a vision of Michael's Beautiful Green Orbs... flying off his eye sockets with the life of their own, with the vessels and nerves all hanging out from the said sockets, and attacking Nikita's eyelids with their teeth--for if the eyeballs had mouths to kiss, they'd surely have teeth. Pointy ones.

It's not a mere fanfic! It's a David Cronenberg movie!