5/2/05

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Here we go with a short piece, having a bit of trouble as Strange Boys has taken a slightly romantic turn, and I need to fix that. So, please to be enjoying this tidbit while I beat some sense into convince this fic now is not the time for romance.

Part Thirteen is here.

Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game.Part Fourteen )

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5/2/05 02:01 pm
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So, I finally caught up with Danny In Therapy.

It's right here, it's by [livejournal.com profile] out_there.

It's a brilliant WIP, and it's Sports Night, and it hurt like a motherfucker. I'm still all snotty nosed and tearfaced. I wish I had Danny's balls, I tell you. It's a great story, ya'll need to check it out. Really. Even if you don't know SN, it doesn't matter, the writing is so crisp and tight, you'll love it for that. Her characters are true to the show--that's who they are, that's how they speak, that's how they think. IMO. And it's my house so that's all that matters.

Yer mother's got to wash her face and make a fresh cup of coffee, this emotional stom she's been in all morning---it's wearing on a delicate creature of a certain age, y'know?
Back later! *kisses*
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Welcome to the next part of Dis Pater. Ignore the bloody fingerprints and tear stains, it was a lark to write, tra-la! Goodness knows that a song was on my lips the entire time...okay, maybe not a song--more like rhymes with "OH FUCK ME!!! I MUST HAVE BEEN INSANE TO START THIS!!!!" Tra-uckin'-la.

Soooooo..the Previous Parts are here, and when they learn to read that map--they'll be there, and I suggest *you* be elsewhere....

Dis Pater part 15 )