There's also an Atlantis Drabble community, [link] , that has some good stuff on it.
But if the world doesn't end, I'm gonna need a note.
Cordelia ,'Potential'
Fan Fiction: Writers, Readers, and Enablers
This thread is for fanfic recs, links, and discussion, but not for actual posting of fanfic.
Consuela - Oct 20, 2004 10:34:13 am PDT #9060 of 10000
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
Dana - Oct 20, 2004 12:00:07 pm PDT #9061 of 10000
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
A well-laid kiss is a Botticeli painting, lustful and breathtaking, a signature and a thumbprint and Michael was a master in the art of kissing Nikita.
I'm really starting to get an inferiority complex.
Emily - Oct 20, 2004 1:39:29 pm PDT #9062 of 10000
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
I don't think that's necessary. I mean, if he's really a master at kissing Nikita, then you have to take into account the years of labor and toil he put into it. First there's the Nikita-kissing apprenticeship, during which he basically brought breath fresheners and lip balm to the master Nikita-kissers, and then the journeyman phase, during which he kissed Nikita on his own but technically under the supervision of master Nikita-kissers. Then the master project, for which he had to kiss Nikita particularly skillfully all on his own, before he was welcomed into the ranks.
Plus, of course, the painful knowning process.
shrift - Oct 21, 2004 6:25:23 am PDT #9063 of 10000
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Hm. I looked at many Botticelli paintings when I was in Italy, but I never made the connection between Botticelli and a quality kiss. Of course, when I think Botticelli, my brain goes to the madonna and cherubim place, and I like my thoughts to be a little more unholy than that whilst kissing. In short, a good kiss has never made me think of La Primavera (although a bad one could possibly make me think about pasta primavera), and I can only conclude that I Must Be Doing It Wrong.
And hallelujah for that.
Dana - Oct 25, 2004 5:30:05 am PDT #9064 of 10000
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
Michael’s voice set goose-bumps on Nikita’s skin like if he was there warming the cockles of her imagination with his gifted insights.
Emily - Oct 25, 2004 5:38:23 am PDT #9065 of 10000
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
I've got it! Someone's playing Porn Mad Libs.
Calli - Oct 25, 2004 5:47:42 am PDT #9066 of 10000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Her imagination has cockles? My imagination doesn't have cockles. Now I feel all deprived.
erikaj - Oct 25, 2004 6:02:55 am PDT #9067 of 10000
Always Anti-fascist!
Which end are the cockles on? Maybe it's the porny part... cause you know...cock?
Dana - Oct 25, 2004 6:09:51 am PDT #9068 of 10000
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
Your imagination has ends?
God, I'm such a loser.
shrift - Oct 25, 2004 6:27:47 am PDT #9069 of 10000
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
God, I'm such a loser.
Think about David Anders grinning. It'll help.
So will thinking about Sawyer and Sayid grappling in the sand.
And, you know, then you could think about Catherine and Warrick kissing in a hallway, the breathless kind of kissing that's warm and wet and tongue and urgent hands.