"Dean," he said, exasperated, "being in New York, we could get home-cooked food from literally any country in the world -" "Great," Dean said, smiling his creepy Magic Fingers smile; "I call America." Sam takes Dean to NYC for his birthday. Adorable.
Wonderful Trek/West Wing crossover - CJ and Donna and the election of the President of the United Federation of planets. It's a ceremony for the media. It's always a ceremony for the media. CJ's actually gone outside for the occasion, though, which is something new after what feels like weeks and weeks living inside her office and sleeping under her desk. They're standing backstage, waiting for the fireworks to start. Above, there is the panoply of stellar light, asterisms of geostationary spacedocks with the familiar stars as backdrop. Donna squeezes CJ's hand: doing okay? CJ smiles and squeezes back.
I finally got a hold of Richard Siken's Crush , almost one whole year after I discovered him. I gotta say - I was not disappointed. There is such a strong feeling of interconnectedness between his poems, so many repeated images and themes (the chlorinated pool, swallowing glass, a film called the…
Dick shrugs. What does he want to know? Why Dick comes around, why they're hanging out? It's obvious. Obvious to anyone not *insane*, maybe. "Isn't that what family does? You're my brother, so --" Jay explodes. Claps his hands, then grabs Dick by the shoulders, headbutts and knees him simultaneously. He shoves Dick away, shouts incomprehensibly, overturns the side table. The lamp there shatters and spits sparks. Dick rolls with the blow and tries to shake off the pain. Jay kicks him again, then drops to one knee like a hopeful groom. "Stupid, stupid fucker. I'm not your brother." There are tentacles, but don't let that put you off. This is intense and heartbreaking, as Dick and Jason fumble their way to some sort of understanding.
Now instead of John and sex and happiness there were mental hospitals and petrified buses and people pissing themselves 'just a squirt' in her car. Olivia looked at the little lit-up name on her phone and groused, "This is not my job," except that now it kind of was. At least, that was the impression she'd been getting from the people in nicer suits than she wore. She hit send and said, "Dunham," at the same time Peter did. "We can't both be Dunham," he said. "You take today and I'll take tomorrow." Olivia and Peter, in the wake of the s2 finale, trying to get their connection back. Intense and heartbreaking.
Olivia smiles down at him, and anyone else would be frantic. But she’s humming with energy, pent-up and waiting, practically pulsing with the effort to sit still. She’s got a gun, and she knows to outrun everyone, ever. Really lovely story where Peter asks questions and Olivia...doesn't really answer them, except the one that matters. Gets the voices just right.
A series of ficlets about Ursa's return to the Fire Nation, post-series. Really well done (possibly continuing, though it comes to a good end point, I think).
Sam, at 15, testing out her sexuality. Really well done. (always-a-girl!Sam) There'll be no new clothes till the crossbow's paid off, Sam's long past the age when she willingly wore Dean's boy-shapeless castoffs, and the shorts are verging on indecently small now. At fifteen she can still get away with it, mostly, but the neighborhood gazes have already begun a silent tug-of-war over Sam's body, her long-and-getting-longer stretch of tanned legs. Sam's thighs are controversial. They're a matter of public debate.
Azula, in prison, learning from her mistakes. Still herself, but wiser with the knowledge. Where there is life, there must be death. None of us can change this." "You don't fear what I will do?" Azula said, because it was impossible to believe. That was her definition of self — she was fear itself, the bar by which all others measured themselves. That had escaped her for a time, but instead of softening her ferocity she'd found that these practices had brought her deeper into her original convictions. What she found in herself didn't align with her image of what a healer did. "Your skills must be cultivated," Sifu said. When she looked at Azula, there was a knowing and a tenderness that made Azula feel completely exposed, all the more because Sifu did not flinch away from what she saw. When Sifu looked at her, Azula felt she was not fearful at all, that she was only what she needed to be. "What you will do is out of my hands."
Happy Season Six Eve!!! Title: Come See Supernatural Song: Karn Evil 9 Artist: Emerson, Lake, & Palmer Vidder: deirdre_c Length: 2:40 min Warning: Small spoiler for the title card they are using in the promo commercials Summary: Welcome back, my friends, to the show that never ends. We're so glad…
AU in which Sam finishes law school, joins the FBI, and is assigned as Peter Burke's probie. Adorable. “Neal, this is Sam Winchester, our new probie. Sam, this is Neal Caffrey. He’s a… consultant.” “Neal Caffrey?” Sam repeats, looking back and forth between them. “Not… the Neal Caffrey we read about at Quantico? With the Death Mask of Hatshepsut… and the, uh, Three Palaces robbery, and the forged—” “I can’t take sole credit for the Three Palaces,” Neal says modestly, “I had a lot of help,” and Peter holds his breath, because this would be the moment when it either all goes to hell, or— “Wow, what a cool idea, to have you helping out!” Sam enthuses, shaking Neal’s hand to within an inch of its life. “I can’t wait to see you in action!”
Sam glanced at his brother. Dean was snuffling in his sleep, pushing the back of his hand across his nose. Sam had underestimated Dean's general devotion, or possibly overestimated his moral code. Sam had forgotten that the list of Dean's priorities was brutally short, and keeping Sam with him was at the top, in bold and underlined and circled a dozen times. Dean would tolerate almost anything to maintain the fragile remains of his family, and there was the operative word, family--it had come to mean different things to the two of them. Different definitions. It wasn't a new piece of knowledge, Sam's awareness that Dean was and always had been a much better person than he was. Always a step behind, Sam was, always keeping one eye out for himself. There was a lovely kind of self-absorbed self-destruction in wanting only the things he couldn't have. He was trying to do better, though. Awesomely lovely - full of UST, with a great pining, terrified Sam POV. (Wincest)
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