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  <title>Reality Is For Those Who Lack Imagination</title>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dodificus:275290</id>
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    <title>Rec: Harry Potter</title>
    <published>2009-12-24T21:31:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-24T21:31:35Z</updated>
    <category term="harry potter"/>
    <category term="podfic"/>
    <category term="harry/draco"/>
    <content type="html">Podfic: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/amplificathon/373692.html"&gt;Reparo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reader: &lt;span lj:user="pennyplainknits" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pennyplainknits.dreamwidth.org/profile"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png" alt="[personal profile] " width="17" height="17" style="vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pennyplainknits.dreamwidth.org/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pennyplainknits&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author:&lt;a href="http://amalin.livejournal.com/"&gt;Amalin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Harry/Draco&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Voldemort's final defeat does not mean Harry Potter's troubles are over; far from it. In the aftermath of war, he returns to a Hogwarts that is fractured and divided, but this is no break that can be fixed with a spell. New owls, fading scars, surprising alliances-- and along the way, the hardest task of all, to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He had to knock multiple times. At last, Malfoy's voice came from behind the door. 'Is that you, Potter? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be snogging some little Gryffindor up in your tower, or have they all fainted in awe of your daring victory?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don't want much to do with girls right now,' Harry scowled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the door, Malfoy sniggered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, shut up and let me in,' Harry said. 'Come on, it's not as if anybody else is around.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lj:user="pennyplainknits" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pennyplainknits.dreamwidth.org/profile"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png" alt="[personal profile] " width="17" height="17" style="vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pennyplainknits.dreamwidth.org/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pennyplainknits&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tricked me, pure and simple.  I'd sworn a blood oath to never read/watch/listen to anything Harry Potter related and I'd kept that oath for almost ten years.  She sneakily asked me to beta a podfic without telling me what fandom it was in, and I, in complete innocence agreed and then wept bitter tears when I found out what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my horror and surprise I found myself getting drawn in, I found myself fascinated by the prickly Malfoy with his lazy drawl.  Fascinated by this group of young adults that were clearly fucked up after going through some kind of epic battle (I haven't read the books yo!).  The writing drew me in, there are so many things happening and everything seems to develop very organically.  The verbal fights between Harry and Draco are fabulous because the author can obviously see both sides of the equation, they both believe passionately in what they're saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the reader, who cries when they cry and laughs when they laugh and gets angry when they get angry, who gets grudgingly turned on when they get grudgingly turned on:)  She's not just emoting, she's *feeling* it and it makes such an amazing difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;This entry was originally posted at &lt;a href="http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/271927.html"&gt;http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/271927.html&lt;/a&gt;.  You can &lt;a href="http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/271927.html#comments"&gt;comment&lt;/a&gt; there.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dodificus:274955</id>
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    <title>Rec: Wodehouse</title>
    <published>2009-12-23T23:22:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-23T23:22:19Z</updated>
    <category term="wodehouse"/>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="jeeves/wooster"/>
    <content type="html">Title: &lt;a href="http://archiveofourown.org/works/31803"&gt;Jeeves And The Lovestruck Spirit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;a href="http://archiveofourown.org/users/ataratah/pseuds/ataratah"&gt;Ataratah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Wodehouse&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Jeeves/Wooster&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Usually the women who land Bertie in the soup are at least alive. This time, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was here that I became aware of the stickiness of my position. If I admitted to seeing a ghost this morning, he'd wonder, naturally, why I hadn't told him before, after it had caused me to behave so strangely. Then there was that other bit, where brainier coves than I had clearly decided that there was no such thing as ghosts, meaning that Jeeves would no doubt misconstrue my confession as the ravings of a mad man. However, and here was where it got sticky, if I did not tell, and he found out later - and Jeeves generally does find out about these things - he would not like that I had not told him when he'd asked.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ghost story in the Wodehousian style, with a Jeeves I found quite amusing.  While still maintaining the cool that he's famous for he still somehow manages to be at turns sarcastic, smug and not a little funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;This entry was originally posted at &lt;a href="http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/271630.html"&gt;http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/271630.html&lt;/a&gt;.  You can &lt;a href="http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/271630.html#comments"&gt;comment&lt;/a&gt; there.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dodificus:274930</id>
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    <title>Rec: Jonas Brothers</title>
    <published>2009-12-23T06:32:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-23T06:32:32Z</updated>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="jonas brothers"/>
    <category term="joe/nick"/>
    <content type="html">Title: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/jb_ficexchange/6709.html"&gt;Wear The Crown In Another World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Nick/Joe&lt;br /&gt;Summary: It wasn’t about Nick giving in, it was about what he was allowing Joe to have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joe said, “It could be good,” quietly insistent. His eyes dropped to Nick’s mouth. “If you would just…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe’s hand curled around the back of Nick’s head, dragging Nick forward as he leaned in and pressed their mouths together. It was forceful and brief, almost violent, more of an assertion than a kiss, like they had to get that out of the way before they could do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe tore away and heaved a breath, looking at Nick, heated. Nick touched his fingers to his own mouth, saw Joe track the movement.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is hot like burning, I honestly can't remember the last time I was this turned on.  Enough said, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;This entry was originally posted at &lt;a href="http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/271360.html"&gt;http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/271360.html&lt;/a&gt;.  You can &lt;a href="http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/271360.html#comments"&gt;comment&lt;/a&gt; there.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dodificus:274592</id>
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    <title>Rec: Temeraire</title>
    <published>2009-12-22T04:31:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-22T04:31:10Z</updated>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="laurence/tharkay"/>
    <category term="temeraire"/>
    <content type="html">Title: &lt;a href="http://archiveofourown.org/works/8078"&gt;An Easy Escape&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;a href="http://archiveofourown.org/users/Vector/pseuds/Vector"&gt;Vector&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Temeraire&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Laurence/Tharkay&lt;br /&gt;Summary:"I will pray for your safe return," Laurence said, and offered him instead a glass of port, and supper. Empire of Ivory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Laurence rises from the table carefully. Tharkay finds himself opening his mouth to speak, although even with his face warm from liquor, it's difficult to make the words pass his lips. Laurence has offered him far more respect than he is accustomed to, that much is true, and not solely as a result of his steady manners, but even his regard is surely not unconditional; if Tharkay pushes this further, it might be lost entirely. A loss of respect shouldn't be so much to handle for someone not accustomed to gaining much in the first place, but Tharkay finds himself dreading the possibility more than he likes to admit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Laurence and how much devotion and respect he commands in most everyone who knows him.  He is so much himself in this, such a gentleman and every bit deserving of the regard Tharkay hold him in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;This entry was originally posted at &lt;a href="http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/271309.html"&gt;http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/271309.html&lt;/a&gt;.  You can &lt;a href="http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/271309.html#comments"&gt;comment&lt;/a&gt; there.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dodificus:274269</id>
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    <title>Rec: Supernatural</title>
    <published>2009-12-21T05:42:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-21T05:42:07Z</updated>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="dean/castiel"/>
    <category term="supernatural"/>
    <category term="sam/gabriel"/>
    <content type="html">Title: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/libraryofsol/117666.html"&gt;Our Mornings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;a href="http://entangled_now.livejournal.com"&gt;entangled_now&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Supernatural&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Sam/Gabriel, Dean/Castiel&lt;br /&gt;Summary: That would be the sound of his brother having sex with an angel three rooms away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; He breathes indecision into the pillow for a minute until something creaks sharply, distant and faraway. It happens again a second later, sharper and louder and that's something which Sam has become horribly familiar with. That would be the sound of his brother having sex with an angel three rooms away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam pulls a pillow over his head.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm so amused at the shenanigans these four get up to, I just know that I love this little family unit the way other people love kidfic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;This entry was originally posted at &lt;a href="http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/271066.html"&gt;http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/271066.html&lt;/a&gt;.  You can &lt;a href="http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/271066.html#comments"&gt;comment&lt;/a&gt; there.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Rec: Supernatural</title>
    <published>2009-12-19T21:28:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-19T21:29:45Z</updated>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="supernatural"/>
    <category term="sam/dean"/>
    <content type="html">Title: &lt;a href="http://rivkat.dreamwidth.org/252492.html"&gt;Liberate Tutame Ex Infernis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span lj:user="rivkat" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rivkat.dreamwidth.org/profile"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png" alt="[personal profile] " width="17" height="17" style="vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://rivkat.dreamwidth.org/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;rivkat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Supernatural&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Sam/Dean&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Lucifer offers Sam some home truths. Starts after The Curious Case of Dean Winchester. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sam wanted to grab him, bear him down to the bed and clutch him like a child’s teddy bear. Dean would never allow it, though, and these days Sam had to worry about what might happen if they touched like that, Lucifer’s words still humming in the back of his mind like the need for demon blood used to, a constant temptation. Sam had to settle for kicking off his boots and shedding his jacket, then edging onto the side of the bed, face turned away from his brother, listening to Dean’s breath finally slow and even out. It was enough to remind him that there was still a scrap of hope in the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like how manipulative Lucifer can be without having to tell one single lie.  I also like how much Sam lets that one truth shape his thoughts and actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;This entry was originally posted at &lt;a href="http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/270364.html"&gt;http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/270364.html&lt;/a&gt;.  You can &lt;a href="http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/270364.html#comments"&gt;comment&lt;/a&gt; there.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Rec: Discworld</title>
    <published>2009-12-19T09:07:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-19T09:07:57Z</updated>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="vetinari/moist"/>
    <category term="discworld"/>
    <content type="html">Title: &lt;a href="http://archiveofourown.org/works/8207"&gt;Thrill Seeker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;a href="http://archiveofourown.org/users/Vector/pseuds/Vector"&gt;Vector&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Discworld&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Moist/Vetinari&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Okay, by now it was probably mostly horseradish. But with Vetinari the beef was never the point to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;After all, it wasn't like he had ever come to Vetinari's chambers for... but what would "normal" sex with Vetinari be? It was impossible to imagine. It should have been impossible to imagine any sort of sex with Vetinari, but here he was.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed.  Let's be honest here, doesn't the idea of Vetinari having sex with *anyone* intrigue you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;This entry was originally posted at &lt;a href="http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/270125.html"&gt;http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/270125.html&lt;/a&gt;.  You can &lt;a href="http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/270125.html#comments"&gt;comment&lt;/a&gt; there.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Rec: Supernatural</title>
    <published>2009-12-18T10:08:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-18T10:08:52Z</updated>
    <category term="fic"/>
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    <content type="html">Title: &lt;a href="http://candle-beck.livejournal.com/137827.html"&gt;Smart People Who Do Dumb Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span lj:user="candle_beck" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dreamwidth.org/userinfo?user=candle_beck"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png" alt="[profile] " width="17" height="17" style="vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dreamwidth.org/userinfo?user=candle_beck"&gt;&lt;b&gt;candle_beck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Supernatural&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Sam/Dean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Don't, don't-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, actually, I think I will," Sam said, a near-hysterical tone in his voice for just a second. "You don't know what it's like for me in this house, Dean, in all of these fucking houses. It's the same room over and over again and Dad and you, and nothing else, and I can't do it anymore." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam took a shuddering breath, and then snarled, showed his teeth in a malicious grin. "I don't want to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That shut Dean up pretty effectively. Sam wasn't pulling punches; someone could get seriously hurt here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much intensity in this story, emotionally charged scenes of them growing up together.  I love stories that make me have a physical reaction, a tightening of the chest, a horrible feeling in my gut.  And there really is SO MUCH tension in this story, so much restrained/redirected violence, fabulous story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;This entry was originally posted at &lt;a href="http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/269770.html"&gt;http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/269770.html&lt;/a&gt;.  You can &lt;a href="http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/269770.html#comments"&gt;comment&lt;/a&gt; there.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dodificus:273113</id>
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    <title>Rec: Supernatural</title>
    <published>2009-12-16T05:09:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-16T05:09:06Z</updated>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="supernatural"/>
    <category term="sam/gabriel"/>
    <content type="html">Title: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/libraryofsol/115558.html"&gt;Important Angel Business&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;a href="http://entangled_now.livejournal.com"&gt;entangled_now&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Supernatural&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Sam/Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Sam has no idea how Gabriel got his number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He pulls his phone out of his pocket and opens a new message. He tells Gabriel that Dean can't save the world at the moment, because he's too busy being cursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks he might turn that into some sort of answer phone message for the Winchesters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We're sorry we can't deal with your supernatural emergency, we've been cursed!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurs to Sam, ten seconds after he's sent the message, that this is the first time he's spoken to Gabriel first. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had me grinning the whole way through, the text messages were cute and Gabriel has always been a little fixated and Sam, hasn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;This entry was originally posted at &lt;a href="http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/269468.html"&gt;http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/269468.html&lt;/a&gt;.  You can &lt;a href="http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/269468.html#comments"&gt;comment&lt;/a&gt; there.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dodificus:272770</id>
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    <title>Rec: Lord Of The Rings</title>
    <published>2009-12-15T05:16:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-15T05:16:43Z</updated>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="lotr"/>
    <category term="frodo/sam"/>
    <content type="html">Title: &lt;a href="http://archiveofourown.org/works/1965"&gt;Master And Servant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;a href="http://archiveofourown.org/users/vissy/pseuds/vissy"&gt;vissy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Lord Of The Rings&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Frodo/Sam&lt;br /&gt;Summary: There was always something going wrong at Bag End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He padded over to the desk. There were papers shoved to either side - Shire maps, botanical illustrations, journal entries - and a single sheet in the centre, three quarters filled with Frodo's distinctive script. It looked like a letter to the master at Brandy Hall, with whom Frodo had been sharing a long-running and increasingly blustery correspondence regarding the cultivation of brassicas. Sam wasn't certain how much Frodo actually knew about turnips and cabbages outside of booklearning, but he was tickled to spot his name at least four times. 'My Sam says-'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is basically a short version of one of my most favourite movies but with bonus hobbits:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;This entry was originally posted at &lt;a href="http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/269201.html"&gt;http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/269201.html&lt;/a&gt;.  You can &lt;a href="http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/269201.html#comments"&gt;comment&lt;/a&gt; there.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dodificus:272406</id>
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    <title>Non-rec public post</title>
    <published>2009-12-15T03:35:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-15T03:37:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I think I'm about done with LJ, today's &lt;a href="http://thingswithwings.dreamwidth.org/89388.html"&gt;news&lt;/a&gt; is just about too much for me.  I've considered &lt;a href="http://dreamwidth.org"&gt;dreamwidth&lt;/a&gt; my home for quite awhile now, but now I'm going to be disabling comments on all my public LJ posts and hoping that if people have something to say they'll be willing to take the time and comment on DW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always resisted doing that in the past because I haven't liked the idea of dictating to people how/where they should communicate with me.  But the whole thing is just making me feel a bit dirty and I'd rather get some distance from LJ right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;This entry was originally posted at &lt;a href="http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/268987.html"&gt;http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/268987.html&lt;/a&gt;.  You can &lt;a href="http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/268987.html#comments"&gt;comment&lt;/a&gt; there.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dodificus:272347</id>
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    <title>Rec: Glee</title>
    <published>2009-12-14T07:43:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-14T07:43:02Z</updated>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="puck/rachel"/>
    <category term="glee"/>
    <content type="html">Title: &lt;a href="http://waldorph.livejournal.com/131255.html"&gt;A Tale That Can't Be Told&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span lj:user="waldorph" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://waldorph.dreamwidth.org/profile"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png" alt="[personal profile] " width="17" height="17" style="vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://waldorph.dreamwidth.org/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;waldorph&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Glee&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Puck/Rachel&lt;br /&gt;Summary: See, the thing is? Now there's a baby, and college, and shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She's got a startling affection for gay porn, and then looks at him and says, "So, they seem to be enjoying that, would you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He draws the line at dildos, but hell yes to fingering, man (okay, so it's probably only a matter of time before she really starts harping on the pegging thing, but he just… can't quite get there, okay? Because it's seriously hard to "no homo" when your girlfriend who looks like she might break if you push her too hard is fucking your ass. There's just no way to come back from that, man). &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of one liners and great zingers.  Puck really is an asshole but considering he's dating Rachel that's probably a good thing.  Let's face it, if she ever dated Finn is as dumb as a bag of hair and if she ever dated him in the show she'd be bored with him within a week.  Or I hope she would be anyway:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;This entry was originally posted at &lt;a href="http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/268788.html"&gt;http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/268788.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dodificus:272077</id>
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    <title>Rec: White Collar</title>
    <published>2009-12-13T10:04:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-13T10:04:02Z</updated>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="peter/neal"/>
    <category term="white collar"/>
    <content type="html">Title: &lt;a href="http://lightgetsin.livejournal.com/299830.html"&gt;A Sure Thing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;a href="http://lightgetsin.livejournal.com"&gt;lightgetsin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: White Collar&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Neal/Peter&lt;br /&gt;Summary: "Okay," Peter says, and there's a rasp in his voice. "Repeat after me: theft is not foreplay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But the thing is. The thing is, Neal is getting laid as often as they can manage around work and this complicated friendship-respect-possessiveness dance going on with Elizabeth. But he's still about to crawl out of his skin, because Peter is considerate and attentive, and it's good, but Neal really, really needs to get fucked.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should all have Neal's problems.  And of course his unique way of getting what he wants, one man's courtship is another man's federal offence:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;This entry was originally posted at &lt;a href="http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/268315.html"&gt;http://dodificus.dreamwidth.org/268315.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dodificus:271706</id>
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    <title>Rec: Supernatural</title>
    <published>2009-12-11T08:14:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-11T08:14:12Z</updated>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="supernatural"/>
    <category term="sam/dean"/>
    <content type="html">Title: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/leonidasden/66701.html"&gt;All Along The Watchtower&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;a href="http://leonidasden.livejournal.com"&gt;leonidasden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Supernatural&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Sam/Dean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Come on, man,” Sam says from somewhere beyond the universe of Dean’s mouth. “Don’t do this. Don’t leave me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean’s not so out of it to recognize that that’s a fucking laugh, coming from Sam, but the fever is dragging him under again. The grin he starts to crack turns into a gape and the chunk of hot dog tumbles out of his mouth and onto his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dean,” Sam says from behind him, sounding frantic and needy in a way he hasn’t in years. A hand paws at Dean’s face—at his cheek—and he’s back in the warehouse again, hanging from his hands with a needle in his neck. There’s a djinn around here somewhere, gonna try and hurt Sammy; Dean needs to get free.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the apocalypse and it's a wonderfully written apocalypse indeed.  But the boys still manage to make trouble between themselves with misunderstandings and miscommunications.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dodificus:271409</id>
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    <title>Rec: Supernatural</title>
    <published>2009-12-10T08:14:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-10T08:14:11Z</updated>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="dean/castiel"/>
    <category term="supernatural"/>
    <content type="html">Title: &lt;a href="http://pagiel.livejournal.com/1244.html"&gt;Halosexual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;a href="http://pagiel.livejournal.com"&gt;Pagiel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Supernatural&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Dean/Castiel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dean rose to the occasion by asking, "Uh, Cas, what are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cas gulped as if he'd been caught doing something naughty. It was one of the most human things Sam had ever seen him do. "I am adjusting my halo," he muttered. "Sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean laughed. "Did you hear that, Sammy? Adjusting his halo. Great progress on the humor front, Cas."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very easy read, quite silly and fun:)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dodificus:270738</id>
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    <title>Rec: Criminal Minds</title>
    <published>2009-12-08T22:32:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-08T22:32:19Z</updated>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="criminal minds"/>
    <category term="morgan/reid"/>
    <content type="html">Title: &lt;a href="http://archiveofourown.org/works/25223"&gt;Down Boy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;a href="http://archiveofourown.org/users/Elliptic_Eye/pseuds/Elliptic_Eye"&gt;Elliptic Eye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Criminal Minds&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Morgan/Reid&lt;br /&gt;Summary: "Richard Feynman is not even in the same ballpark." — From the kinkmeme, for the prompt Morgan/Reid - bestiality - Morgan wants to see Clooney top his baby boy. Oh, God. I'm going to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reid had his arms crossed over his front, curled slightly in on himself under what was possibly his bulkiest, most hideous cardigan. "Morgan," he said, almost gently, "you don't have to have a memory like mine for 'I'd like to watch my border collie fuck you' to be pretty much unforgettable."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READ IT!  I came for the lols but I, well, I pretty much stayed for the lols too.  This isn't a serious boy meets dog love story, it's deadpan humour and the dumbest dog ever:D</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dodificus:270097</id>
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    <title>Rec: The Office</title>
    <published>2009-12-08T05:56:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-08T05:56:27Z</updated>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="the office"/>
    <category term="jim/pam"/>
    <content type="html">Title: &lt;a href="http://valiant.livejournal.com/43194.html"&gt;Sometimes Co-Workers Use It For Sex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span lj:user="valiant" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://valiant.dreamwidth.org/profile"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png" alt="[personal profile] " width="17" height="17" style="vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://valiant.dreamwidth.org/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;valiant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: The Office&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Jim/Pam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jim and Pam end up doing it on Dwight's desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the first time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how they would have sex guys.  And it is FILTHY.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dodificus:269837</id>
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    <title>Rec: Supernatural</title>
    <published>2009-12-07T04:47:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-07T04:47:11Z</updated>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="supernatural"/>
    <category term="sam/dean"/>
    <content type="html">Title: &lt;a href="http://balefully.livejournal.com/634124.html"&gt;Wont You Treat Him Right&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;a href="http://balefully.livejournal.com"&gt;balefully&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Supernatural&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Sam/Dean&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Weecest (unspecified ages). Daddy-kink. Yeah. I don't even know what happened here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's all they've done, though. Dean's thought about a lot more, but it just hasn't—come up. That's just not how it is for them. And getting Sammy's sweet little cock in his hands and feeling his sweet little tongue when Sammy licks the jizz off Dean's fingers is plenty. He doesn't need anything else.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?  I now want more people to write weecest with accompanying daddykink, it's suprisingly, well, satisfying.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dodificus:269615</id>
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    <title>Rec: SGA</title>
    <published>2009-12-06T09:03:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-06T09:03:14Z</updated>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="sga"/>
    <category term="john/rodney"/>
    <content type="html">Title: &lt;a href="http://esteefee.livejournal.com/25171.html"&gt;Boundaries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;a href="http://esteefee.livejournal.com"&gt;esteefee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: SGA&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: John/Rodney&lt;br /&gt;Summary: The Alien High Priest makes them do it. This was for the AMTDI challenge, finished way too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For just a moment he can see Rodney, see Rodney's blue eyes staring at him in trepidation, and then Ho'cha is taking John's arm and leading him to the frame, and John's mind is a perfect, perfect blank as he sits and it tilts and he settles; perfectly blank as he lets his hands rise over his head, until he feels a hand grip his wrist, and then the cool, supple touch of leather closing around it, and suddenly his cock goes hard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through I had a feeling I was going to be left wanting more after this, more emotion and aftermath.  And then.  The story kept going and I got exactly what I wanted:)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dodificus:269482</id>
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    <title>Rec: Criminal Minds</title>
    <published>2009-12-05T07:50:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-05T07:50:22Z</updated>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="criminal minds"/>
    <category term="hotch/spencer"/>
    <content type="html">Title: &lt;a href="http://poisontaster.dreamwidth.org/428869.html"&gt;And The Wisdom To Know&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span lj:user="poisontaster" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://poisontaster.dreamwidth.org/profile"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png" alt="[info - personal] " width="17" height="17" style="vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://poisontaster.dreamwidth.org/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;poisontaster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Criminal Minds&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Hotch/Spencer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It scared him sometimes, how much Spencer needed that little kernel of something, those last sweet crumbs of whatever they'd been and whatever was between them now. But he recognized that he did need it, an addiction fully worse than any chemical, and his cowardice at the thought of losing it outweighed even the desperation to try and reach Aaron through his wounds and grief. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does a subtle rewriting of canon and gives an interesting look inside Spencer's head</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dodificus:269252</id>
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    <title>Rec: White Collar</title>
    <published>2009-12-04T08:20:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-04T08:20:29Z</updated>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="elizabeth/neal/peter"/>
    <category term="white collar"/>
    <content type="html">Title: &lt;a href="http://scribblinlenore.livejournal.com/495295.html"&gt;Quid Pro Quo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span lj:user="scribblinlenore" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scribblinlenore.dreamwidth.org/profile"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png" alt="[info - personal] " width="17" height="17" style="vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://scribblinlenore.dreamwidth.org/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;scribblinlenore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: White Collar&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Neal/Peter/Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Elizabeth reminds Neal of Kate. Peter believes in quid pro quo. AKA the kissing vignette. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peter comes to an abrupt stop in the doorway, his gaze snapping from Elizabeth to Neal and back again. The bewilderment in his eyes quickly turns to something sharper. Good, Neal thinks. He prefers not to be the only one who’s jealous here. Peter is delightfully unsubtle about it too. He goes right on eyeing Neal suspiciously, as if he can see right through him. It always feels like that, has since the very beginning. Desire twists hotly in Neal’s belly. He’s not even sure who he’s jealous of anymore. But then, he never is.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In which Neal is pretty fucked up about things, Neal says something devastatingly hot and Elizabeth is her usual cool as a cucumber self.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dodificus:268833</id>
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    <title>Rec: Shelter</title>
    <published>2009-12-02T20:56:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-02T20:56:02Z</updated>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="shelter"/>
    <category term="shaun/zach"/>
    <content type="html">Title: &lt;a href="http://pjvilar.livejournal.com/1680.html"&gt;Shaun, Reflections On Sudden Parenthood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;a href="http://pjvilar.livejournal.com"&gt;pjvilar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Shelter&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Shaun/Zach&lt;br /&gt;Summary: He wonders what exactly Cody will need him to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ever since he and Zach decided to make a go of it, every time Shaun feels like his life is full to the brim, it somehow goes and gets fuller.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shamelessly stealing &lt;span lj:user="hermitsoul" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hermitsoul.dreamwidth.org/profile"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png" alt="[info - personal] " width="17" height="17" style="vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hermitsoul.dreamwidth.org/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hermitsoul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s rec because it's such a beautiful story.  It manages to romanticise step-fatherhood while at the same time feeling honest and real.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dodificus:268336</id>
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    <title>Rec: Battlestar Galactica</title>
    <published>2009-12-01T05:53:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-01T05:53:07Z</updated>
    <category term="kara"/>
    <category term="battlestar galactica"/>
    <category term="vid"/>
    <content type="html">Vid: &lt;a href="http://jarrow.livejournal.com/1105952.html"&gt;Like My Very Own Blood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidder: &lt;a href="http://jarrow.livejournal.com"&gt;jarrow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: BSG&lt;br /&gt;Summary: There's nothing more frakked up than family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm gonna love you like my very own son&lt;br /&gt;like my very own blood, I swear&lt;br /&gt;I will love you right there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very intense and fast paced.  It's not exactly a new idea that Adama and Kara have somewhat of a father/daughter relationship but it really is expressed brilliantly here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, Kara Thrace is the ONLY character that has their own tag in this journal, that should say just how much I love her:)</content>
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    <title>Rec: Wodehouse</title>
    <published>2009-11-30T02:36:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-30T02:36:15Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Title: &lt;a href="http://triedunture.livejournal.com/545230.html"&gt;Jeeves And The Lessons On Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span lj:user="triedunture" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://triedunture.dreamwidth.org/profile"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png" alt="[info - personal] " width="17" height="17" style="vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://triedunture.dreamwidth.org/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;triedunture&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Wodehouse&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Jeeves/Wooster&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Jeeves takes Bertie under his wing to teach him the secrets of love-making, but then things quickly go from "Oh my" to "I say!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I found myself nibbling at my thumbnail, a nervous habit that I'd thought defeated in grammar school. I gave the attached thumb a disapproving look and then raised my eyes to Jeeves once more. "I've been considering a brothel, Jeeves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a certain look that Jeeves adopts when seriously stricken. I have seen it when Jeeves is presented with fruity hats, ties, or spats that he deems unsuitable. And I saw it now as Jeeves stared back with said soupy expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could not advise it, sir," he said.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Jeeves to do but stalwartly offer himself up to the problem at hand?  Many a time I've been chatting with an employer about their life issues only to end up bringing them off on the chesterfield.  Maybe that's why I've gone through so many jobs?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite filthy and a little romantic as well:)</content>
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    <title>Rec: House</title>
    <published>2009-11-29T06:58:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-29T06:58:48Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Title: &lt;a href="http://zulu.dreamwidth.org/441373.html"&gt;Paradox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span lj:user="zulu" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zulu.dreamwidth.org/profile"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png" alt="[info - personal] " width="17" height="17" style="vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://zulu.dreamwidth.org/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;zulu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: House&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Foreman/House&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Foreman has come unstuck in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There are moments of hope. Instants when he's where (when) he should be. He clings to them, digs in his metaphorical heels, even though he knows by now it won't last. He's lonely as hell for these fleeting minutes. Something as simple as taking a shower or eating a meal in the apartment that he should be living in. Or more actively: mid-differential, shutting down House's insanities; three o'clock in the morning in the labs with Chase and Cameron, running gels (it's about two years too early in his personal timeline, but at this point, he'd take anywhen plus or minus five years).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time travel fic.  In House.  I know, right?  Totally crazy.  But somehow it *really* works, probably in part because &lt;span lj:user="zulu" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zulu.dreamwidth.org/profile"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png" alt="[info - personal] " width="17" height="17" style="vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://zulu.dreamwidth.org/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;zulu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has a really strong Foreman voice.  And the last line is filled with so many possibilities.</content>
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