Free to be you and me

I love Sanctuary! I have not, as yet, seen anything past the two-part season two opener, however. (I foresee a marathon coming up.) But. Can we discuss things that are both awesome in Sanctuary, and things that are not? For example, Kate Freelander, who is a whole lot of fun in the first two eps of season two, is awesome.

Also, I have a confession to make. Helen Magnus/John Druitt is supremely fucked up, for obvious reasons. I...kind of like it, though. So long as everyone acknowledges that it's messed up and wrong and that he's not a misunderstood woobie. He's Jack the Ripper, and there's really no making up for that.

Last of all, femslashers, have any favorite pairings? (Please, no Ashley/Helen talk; I'm sorry, but I just can't take it.)

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For Sanctuary fans who are not into incest fic, triciabyrne1978 and I have started a comm focused on the female characters of Sanctuary.

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If there's interest in a Dreamwidth mirror, please let us know. :)

Neither of us are judging people who are interested in Sanctuary incest fic, but, from what we've heard around the fandom, there's definitely a desire for a place where people won't run into that.

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Cesare flexes his fingers against the window frame. It's stuck. He wants to open it, badly, wants to cool his head, his knuckles, his brow, he wants to breathe the storm.

He feels looming, lumbering, after being a teenager for so long. He feels stronger, yes, but then... when he was young, he was light. Everything about him was light, and fast.

His head throbs terribly now. He remembers crying into Xellos's lap.

"Miquel," he whispers. "Buonasera. Will you not talk to me, caro?"

Why should I not talk to you?

"Perhaps you liked the other better?"

The other. Miquel snorts softly. You, you mean.

"Forse, sí. Non lo so. Parli di me? Di me?"

Why these doubts, Cesare?

Because. Cesare bites his lips. "Because the other one did not hurt you?"

So it's that time of year for wish lists and such. I'm trying to save them as I go, but feel free to link me to your wishlist as I would like to do something small for any of you if I can. As usual, because I'm poor, I tend to keep my list fannish/creative because that's all I really can return. And it's the small things that always make me happy anyway.

so onto it...

( wishlist rules... )

( And my ten wishes - know that world peace is always an understood wish... )

Again, I wish I could do things like buy y'all books and such, but I'm broke as broke could be, so I try to stick to the small things and don't ask more of that than anyone else.

Stolen from onikins. You Are the Queen

You are an incredibly powerful person, and at times, it's hard for you to keep your power in check. You can take down virtually anyone who's standing in your way. That doesn't mean you should though! When you're at your best, you're playing both offensively and defensively. You are able to look into the future and plan accordingly. Because you are so powerful, you are a natural target. You must remember to protect yourself, even if it means hanging back when you want to pounce.

Gren puts his pack down on the bed and kicks off his shoes. He leaves the door to his room open, expecting word of his return to reach the owner of the hotel quickly. She'll most certainly want to speak with him.

He hadn't meant to disappear, it was just something that had happened. He'd long been a stray cat anyway, so the idea that people might wonder where he'd got off to didn't really cross his mind until some time in the second week, when he realized he missed playing for the people in Margate.

And it wasn't that he'd gone far, he'd just gone...about. Needed to clear his head and escape attention. Not that he'd had much, but it had still been more than he was used to. It's hard to keep yourself held back when there are so many genuinely nice people asking genuinely interested questions. So he'd wandered, and he'd thought, and he'd written a little. And then he realized he missed them and returned to his new home.

Gren threw up the window and let the breeze dance in the curtains before beginning to unpack. There were certainly worse places to return to.

( The air was crisp )

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( It whirred... )

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