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Oh Smallville -- you were so boring that I was distracted by an essay on why Vulcans are hot and then I missed the 30 seconds when something actually happened. THEN I was too bored to go back and see what I missed. Absolutely the most boring SV finale ever. ::shakes head::

( favorite part of SPN )

You know what? Recs are coming up.

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Multi-fandom Recs: BSG, Crossover, TFaTF, GG, HP, SCC, SPN, STXI,

Crossover Battlestar Galactica/Sarah Connor Chronicles Vid

Video Title: Unnatural Selection
Song Title/Artist: Pussycats Gone To Heaven (Pixies vs Pussycat Dolls) - DJ Lobsterdust by charmax Creepy, chill bump inducing, stunning.

Fast and Furious

land meets water meets sky by Carla. Beautiful Letty fic. Letty scoops up a handful of sand; it dribbles through her fingers, chafing her skin as it falls. It should be so easy to release her thoughts. Usually she can; she’ll tip back a beer and stand with her feet shoulder-width apart and smirk in the light of the bonfires. She’ll shove Dom up against one of the cars, their bodies tight together, and she’ll swallow the past in their kisses.

Gossip Girl

A Little Pomp and Circumstance Blair/Dan PG-13 My not so secret fandom shame. If Chuck was a puzzle – an enigma – then Dan is a straight line.

It was just one kiss in that café in New Haven the summer after graduation, the smell of coffee in his hair. But she remembers how his hands dropped to her waist so that she could hold his face, how he tilted his head to welcome the press of her nose against his cheek. He kissed her like it was the first time he had kissed anyone, with the wonder of a pianist learning a score, his mouth and tongue and fingers pouring over her with nothing but reverence and adoration.

And she felt the shift. Heard the scratch of a line being drawn behind them, separating then from now. As though her past was something she could discard like a too-tight pair of shoes at the end of the evening. As though her future wasn’t a red carpet that had unfurled in front of her the moment she was born; she could do whatever she liked with it.

So if Chuck stood in her way, then Dan stepped aside to let her stand next to him.

These Things She Keeps Behind Her Eyes by kymess_jr Serena/Blair, Serena/Georgina, Serena/Nate, Serena/Random Guys, hinted at Serena/Chuck. Dark and what I believe realistic look at the characters pre-series. By the time Serena and her guy (ugh.) sit next to the other two, Georgina is already snorting up two lines. Two more lines, cut perfectly, stare up at Serena. It’s kinda hard to see them, the white powder on the white coffee table, but Serena knows they are there, she knew they would be even before she sat down.

Serena grabs the rolled up hundred-dollar bill—‘cause it’s always a hundred—from Georgie’s fingers. Within two seconds, she is feeling the sting. And it’s not like the first time; it never is. That first time when Georgie told her it would be the best rush she ever felt, better than any orgasm, and fuck was she right. That first time in the cramped washroom stall with impatient club-goers banging on the door, and Svetlana squeezing her throat slightly as she ran her tongue along Savannah’s jaw before handing her the hundred to use as a straw.

No, it’s not like that. But it’s getting the job done, and Serena is so caught up in it she doesn’t notice the hands fumbling along her body or the lips scraping along the column of her neck, rushing to her mouth. She just lets herself get caught up in all the sensations, lets it wash over her skin.

A mixture of tingles and rough strokes replace her thoughts. It’s nice; there’s a distinct, familiar pleasure in losing herself in movements—the movements of his fingers; their tongues; her blood.

But tonight there is something else. The pleasure is there, kind of, and then gone as fast. She’s left empty (maybe emptier?). She can feel his hand slide under the hem of her skirt and dart at an awkward angle under the elastic of her underwear. And fingertips brush in a way that makes her moan, but not because of the reasons it should. She moans, Serena realizes, because she has become aware of what she is doing, of what she is expecting to happen. She is moaning into his mouth because it is an integral piece of pretending to be Savannah the innocent southern girl who gets fucked by strange men.

Harry Potter

Glass Half Full by pir8fancier Ron/Pansy R. Ron's an alcoholic. This is painful to read, especially if you know alcoholics but it is a beautiful, amazing, well-crafted, perfectly characterized piece of fiction that EVERYONE should read.


Riddles and Rhymes by bewarethesmirk Snape/Draco, NC-17 "I believe Draco suffers from bloated arrogance. He envies the power of his superiors, but he does not yet know what it means to yield to that power. His condition necessitates that he be taught to subject himself to those more powerful, and by extension, yourself."

Draco's mind latched onto the word "arrogance" and he fought the urge to clench his fists. Belatedly, he tried to work through the muddle of words.

The Dark Lord chuckled and Draco was struck with a horrible suspicion that some insinuation in Snape's words had eluded him.

"How intriguing." The Dark Lord chuckled again as if he couldn't contain himself. "Intriguing, indeed, Severus. Am I to assume you would like to be the one on whom these responsibilities are bestowed?"

Supernatural

The Consequences of Falling by pandarus A story in fifteen parts, in which the angel Castiel finds himself put in an untenable position, and consequentially loses his grace. In which he goes on a roadtrip with a demon, discovers the delights of tequila and french fries and pie, plays a starring role in a virgin sacrifice, is deflowered by his favourite Winchester, and then gets some very unpleasant news indeed. NC17.

If you haven't read this and you like Castiel you're missing a fabulous treat.

I fell in love in Hell, and it is simply so distressing by rivkat Dean/Castiel R Castiel tilts his head. “When will I earn your trust, Dean? Will you require me to Fall?”

Dean struggles in silence for a minute. It is nothing for Castiel to wait, but Dean’s face is tight with discomfort. He blinks rapidly and his mouth twitches, half-formed protests discarded before they can be spoken. Even when he tries to close himself off, Dean is so open. His brother considers it a weakness, which is perhaps the primary reason that Castiel does not expect this cycle to end well for Sam. At last, Dean sighs. “You told me how to save Sam from Lilith. I—I appreciate that.”

Castiel shifts his weight, coming half a step closer. “Is that all that you feel for me?”

And Dean’s earlier shock is a faded echo of his stunned expression now, as if Castiel has knocked his world flat and built it up into a completely new configuration.

Castiel is going to have to do the hard work here. It is not work to which he is accustomed, but he has an idea of what is necessary. “I would like very much to know that you … return my regard.”



Star Trek XI

How to Avoid Kicking Puppies and Other Valuable Lessons in Leadership by sparky77 Gen. Humor. awesome. The banter between Bones and Kirk and Spoke and Kirk = \o/

from the kink meme Spock/Uhura, humor, crack!fic. Can best be summed up with: do Vulcans *really* have tentacles down there?

super hot Spock/Uhura also from the kink meme NC-17 Kirk as voyeur. Excerpt

He imagines it's all very formal - please, may I, would you be so kind as to put your leg on my shoulder, Lieutenant. The thought of Spock's cool formality extending to the bedroom makes Jim smile. The first few times the thought invades his morning jerk-off routine, it's more funny than hot. Does she holds on to Spock's pointy ears while he's eating her pussy?