"poke in the arse with a creative salad fork"

Got a plot bunny we can feed carrots and lettuce to?

Edit: very happy to be an objective bystander.

I'm a perfectly objective bystander, SA.

Maybe I need to do some more with that somewhat post-apocalyptic Xander/Wesley bunny that hopped up and wiggled its shared-shower-scene nose at me.

Or there's Ethan and Giles in China.

edited because I know the bloody difference between it's and its

(ot) Connie, didn't you have a librarian thing? How did it go? (ot)

The librarian in question isn't retiring until next January and there are even odds that they won't be replacing her due to budget cuts. Otherwise, she was thrilled all to pieces that I have formal training plus oodles of computer experience. Unfortunately, she doesn't make the decision, she can only make recommendations, but she gave me her card and told me to keep in touch.

Sigh. Would have been nice to get back with the books and journals, though.

there's Ethan and Giles in China

Yes! This! There must be this! Not that there shouldn't be Xander and Wesley in a shower, but there should be this first.

Yes! This! There must be this!

It's good to be loved. I suppose I should get this done before Joss does something evil to Giles, something that I shall not mention just to avoid jinxes.

pleeeeeeease Ethan and Giles in China.

Also, SA, gonna post? I want to read it.

If you want a plot bunny: I am seriously sick, but I want to read Skip/Lorne/Andrew threesome slash. It started as a joke, but now I want to see what someone could do with it.

I want to read Skip/Lorne/Andrew threesome slash.

t screams Of such ideas was an epic born.

Hum...

Mmm. This is Queer as Folk US, which ya'll might not watch but I adore zealously. I can ask someone about characterization and plot later, but if you'd take a look...

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This is why you take care of Brian Kinney.

In high school, Michael knew he was different, whatever the hell that meant, by the time he was twelve. He didn't have many friends--it was the same old sob story every queer growing up in lower middle class America has, and he doens't feel the need to beat it to death over and over again. He's over it. Really. But Michael never had friends when he was a kid. His mom was his best friend and as annoying and embarrassing as that was, he loved her all the more.

But then fourteen came and he discovered the wonders of his dick, and then came Brian Kinney. Brian was flashy and unpredictable. Everyone at school thought he was the coolest shit ever but no one really knew what he was like. He'd do anything though, and just give that cocky grin when the teachers reamed him out.

Michael still doesn't know why Brian picked him out of every one else, everyone cooler and smarter and hotter, but he was sitting on the stadium steps one afternoon reading Scorpius issue forty-one when Brian came up behind him and scared the shit out of him, then asked him if he wanted to go for a ride in his dad's hotwired car.

He said yes, and never looked back.

But for five years, Michael's gotten high, drunk, and fucked with Brian in the foreground and picked Brian up every time he fell down. In return Brian's let him see through the impenatrable Kinney shield so that he knows who Brian is, more than anyone else in the world. He was there the night Brian's dad kicked him out of the house after finding pot in his room, and he dragged him from the bars on Liberty Avenue in the middle of the night after sneaking out of his own house.

He's seen Brian drunk, naked, scared, crying, invincible, stoned, fucked, fucking, cocky, childish, breaking down, and dying of laughter. Brian stayed over at his house nearly as much as Michael did, and Michael's mom just snorted and put another plate on the table.

Brian took Michael out the night he got his first blowjob, and was there when Michael freaked out about having another man's come on his hand. Michael wiped Brian's mouth and petted his head after one of a hundred nights of binging, and made conversation with Brian's mom while Brian grabbed his shit to cut out for awhile.

Brian's hand was the first one other than Michael's own to touch his dick, and Michael sang Brian to sleep every night one week when nightmares were terrorizing him so badly even he couldn't shrug it off.

For Michael, it's not that he doesn't see how Brian treats him most of the time. He does--he's not stupid. But he can never stop taking care of Brian because he's seen Brian at every point in his life when he needs to be taken care of, and Michael loves being that person. Loves Brian Kinney, and knows that Brian loves him because Michael takes care of him. Even if Brian will never be *in love* with Michael, it's still worth it. It's all worth it.

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This is why you can never leave Brian Kinney.

In college Lindsay dated guys. Exclusively. She was a business major when she came in, and an art teacher when she came out. Mainly because of Brian.

She met him when she was a sophomore, when they were both sophomores, and didn't know he was gay. He must have picked up on that, because he asked her out for dinner one night after flirting with her for a month, and she said yes as coyly as she could.

Of course, a week later she was beating the shit out of him after seeing him fucking a football player in the bathroom of his dorm room. And a week after that Brian had somehow managed to win her over *and* convinced her to take an art class.

They met each other's parents, and they all exclaimed what an adorable couple they made, to which they discreetly rolled their eyes and played it up.

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That's as much as I've got. There's another half of the second section, and a whole last bit.