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http://www.livejournal.com/users/angelgazing/97293.html?view=730893#t730893 "A Lacking in Plastic" by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
angelgazing BDM spoilers. I really can say very little about this without giving away too much of the movie, but it's just a lovely story.
http://www.livejournal.com/community/ff_fanfic/100819.html?#cutid1 "Parallel Lives (Five Malcolm Reynolds that Never Were" byforodwaith On the morning of the last day of the battle for Serenity Valley, Malcolm Reynolds got up to piss and took a bullet in the gut. He died just before he'd seen too much. He died with a purpose and in the certainty that God was waiting for him, ready to count the fall of one browncoat like that of each sparrow. He died stinking of shit and grunting in pain, but still in possession of the vital illusion that the 'verse cared. All his other selves envy him that.
http://www.livejournal.com/community/ff_fanfic/106484.html?view=358388#t358388 "Overlap" bylunadatura Simon/Inara Inara swims in long, slow loops through the dark water. As it ripples and eddies over her skin, the surface of the black lake blossoms with alien light. It surrounds her with color, pure and lurid as a stained glass window: leaf green, saffron, electric blue. This is a biological oddity of the lake. It can be quantified and explained, I know it: there are microscopic organisms in the water, which respond to pressure by emitting a phosphorescent discharge. But the spectacle has crippled my ability to rationalize and diagnose, and in my secret heart, I truly believe that this iridescent flow of sparks comes from Inara – that she is blessing the lake with her radiance.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/deepredbelle/137412.html "Mythologies" bydeepredbelle Simon has a memory about River. This reads like a prose poem. It's beautiful and vaguely disturbing. River probes at the edges of her cut, crinkling her nose. Purple crescents are lodged beneath her fingernails like quartered blood moons. Red always seems so personal.
And I know everyone's seen this by now, but The article in which George Takei comes out.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/angelgazing/97293.html?view=730893#t730893 "A Lacking in Plastic" by
angelgazing BDM spoilers. I really can say very little about this without giving away too much of the movie, but it's just a lovely story. http://www.livejournal.com/community/ff_fanfic/100819.html?#cutid1 "Parallel Lives (Five Malcolm Reynolds that Never Were" by
forodwaith On the morning of the last day of the battle for Serenity Valley, Malcolm Reynolds got up to piss and took a bullet in the gut. He died just before he'd seen too much. He died with a purpose and in the certainty that God was waiting for him, ready to count the fall of one browncoat like that of each sparrow. He died stinking of shit and grunting in pain, but still in possession of the vital illusion that the 'verse cared. All his other selves envy him that.http://www.livejournal.com/community/ff_fanfic/106484.html?view=358388#t358388 "Overlap" by
lunadatura Simon/Inara Inara swims in long, slow loops through the dark water. As it ripples and eddies over her skin, the surface of the black lake blossoms with alien light. It surrounds her with color, pure and lurid as a stained glass window: leaf green, saffron, electric blue. This is a biological oddity of the lake. It can be quantified and explained, I know it: there are microscopic organisms in the water, which respond to pressure by emitting a phosphorescent discharge. But the spectacle has crippled my ability to rationalize and diagnose, and in my secret heart, I truly believe that this iridescent flow of sparks comes from Inara – that she is blessing the lake with her radiance.http://www.livejournal.com/users/deepredbelle/137412.html "Mythologies" by
deepredbelle Simon has a memory about River. This reads like a prose poem. It's beautiful and vaguely disturbing. River probes at the edges of her cut, crinkling her nose. Purple crescents are lodged beneath her fingernails like quartered blood moons. Red always seems so personal. And I know everyone's seen this by now, but The article in which George Takei comes out.
Re: Sulu in Love
Yes, Master
*denies that she checked a dictionary*
Re: Yes, Master
Re: Yes, Master
Unless there's wine. And dancing.
Oh, and wenches.
here there be wenches
Not really.
Wenchtease