tomorrow is friday.

this... Is probably good. Today, however, is a Monster and buy more books day.

I ripped through Elizabeth Moon's Trading in Danger pretty fast. Unfortunately, the book doesn't so much end as stop abruptly (and there's one or two logistical issues that get rather hand-waved towards the end and leave you going, "but..."). Despite the cover, I have gleefully cast Kandyse McClure as wee Kylara Vatta. Quincy is Whoopi Goldberg, and I'm waffling on Mehar (also, Ky and Mehar were practicing shooting weapons together, and I'm certain Moon didn't intend for me to ship them, and yet. Oh, girls and guns. <3)

There was also a Cally. She was a mercenary. Given that this was written before the BSG mini (or a bit before it came out, I'd imagine), there is only one conclusion to draw: obviously, Cally is Jan Chappel.

When I get home tonight I'm going to make myself finish editing and post the fics that have been languishing due to purimgifts and other things. (also, go read and feedback people over there, tsk)

coooold

150 stories, 54 fandoms. Damn. Purimgifts did well, this year. And I had a blast doing them, too. Masterlist with all of the fics and fandoms (they are also accepting more, in the event of pinch-hitters who weren't originally involved and people finding interest in prompts from the original prompting and such). I will say this now that it's been revealed. Well, two things:

1. Trying to find non-porno images of Black Canary? REALLY REALLY HARD.
2. Trying to decide what to write for people I don't know? REALLY REALLY HARD. ijemanja was a snap, though.

I have scraps from three (I think) pieces that I chucked because they weren't what I wanted. I may finish them and post them as ficlets later. I also need to write some fluffy Kara/Sam. Sigh.

And do some more edits to near-finished fic. And also find Open Office because the newest version of Word is the ugliest piece of dren I've seen in a long time.

We're talking uglier than the jailor in Disney's Three Musketeers, people.

ETA: Also, I have mini-mates of bad-ass-itude sitting next to my mouse. Kitty Pryde, Natasha, and Mystique. And they will frell your dren up but good, baby.

fic: BSG, Kara/Sam fluff, Stick-Figure Theatre, as Painted by Kara Thrace.

disclaimer: not mine
pairing: Kara/Sam
set: New Caprica.
spoilers: for season 2.
rating: PG13, adult situations, language. Fading to black.
length: barely 1000
notes: rhi_silverflame quite possibly doesn't remember the conversation where she said, "Were they naughty stick figures? Or is he complaining because they're not?" to me... But it sort of inspired this fic.

This is written to off-set all of the recent angst. Sheesh, you guys.

Stick-Figure Theatre, as Painted by Kara Thrace. Medium: acrylic and Sam's chest.
by ALC Punk!
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