My cat offers to beta

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I don't think I'll be going with his changes. Creative differences.

Battlestar Galactica fic: Comfort (Sam/Kara)

Title: Comfort
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 607
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Kara, Caprica, Helo/Athena
Timeline: Takes place after The Oath.
Summary: Sam tries to bridge the distance to Kara before it’s too late.

( He awoke to cool water dripping on his thigh, followed by a wet washcloth scrubbing his face. He opened his eyes to see Kara holding it. There was a bandage covering the left side of her face. )

John Connor, it is time.

MOTHERFUCKER, DOWNLOAD THIS SHIT HOLY FUCK! SPIDER-MAN FIGHTS THE LIZARD, OH MY BALLS!

To reiterate, download this, we'll set up a live chat somewhere down the line, and we'll have a better time than a priest at summer camp!

What? I think a priest wouldn't have that good a time at summer camp, it being boring and all, so our time will be better.

box_in_the_box, you know you want in on this. Man cannot live on Doctor Who alone. prozacpark, it's laying the pipe for Peter/Felicia. stupidmetalbint, it's like Gargoyles, but with Spider-Man!

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Thoughts

1. Medea is clearly the original BNF.

2. Greek mythology needs a Fandom_Wank (Mythology_Wank?) for exactly this sort of thing. Although I imagine it would be 90% Hera stalking anon threads to bitch about Zeus turning into a goose and cheating on her, and the rest would be stuff like Athena posting to say "Excuse me? Bitch did NOT just say she was a better weaver than me. Fuck it, spider now."

3. I need to start a wank comm for Greek mythology so that me and, like, four other losers can make lame in-jokes and laugh uproariously. So, basically Monty Python writ small.

Pardon me while I have a strange interlude

Stephen King, dropping truth-bombs like the Enola fucking Gay! He's got nothing left to lose. In five years, he's either going to be dead or in jail, and he feels no compunction about taking some motherfuckers down with him.

This is kind of like Gary Oldman doing an interview for The Dark Knight DVD and saying "Oh, BTW, Benjamin Button? More like Benjamin Pretentious-Crap-On-A-Stick, am I right?" We were all thinking it, but he went ahead and said it, and he has a greater risk of being run down in the street by Angelina Jolie than we do. Then he throws up the horns because I asked him to prove his love to me and he did, like my heart knew he would.

Yes, Gary Oldman, I will marry you.

Final score: Stephen King one million, Stephanie Meyer -32.