you may notice a certain theme with this gay love.

It's a misery of an end-of-October day. Screw being responsible and doing work; I stayed up until 4AM last night re-reading old fandom favorites of mine, and man oh man. I'll never stop loving this by Diane Coffin and this by Cynthia Martin.

And is there anything even a smidgeon wrong with Wrong by billytaylor? And Close Quarters (1 2 3 4 5 6 7) oh WIP of my heart, one of only two WIPs that I love enough to follow across weeks and months and years if need be when I have problems sitting still through a single TV show even with all the commercials cut out. I have the attention span of somebody whose first memory of television is MTV and who grew up during the day of Windows multi-tasking, and yet I love this multi-chapter fic like burning and feel that if I someday write something half as rich and engrossing as "Close Quarters," my work as a writer will be done.

And oh this, which makes me squeal like the hopeless, hopeless, hopeless fangirl I am everytime I see it.

It's not schmoop, bitches. It's high fucking art. Don't make me break a bottle and come after you.