W13 fic: Bedroom-A-Go-Go (Myka/HG/Claudia)

Sooner or later, I'm gonna need a Warehouse 13 icon.

Title: Bedroom-A-Go-Go
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5,040
Characters/Pairings: Myka/HG/Claudia
Summary: When Myka rebuffs her advances, H.G. comes up with the perfect way to make her jealous. Only when Myka finds her, she isn't feeling jealous…

( Maybe she should ask Helena out. As friends. On a friend-date. Just to clear the air. She had her suspicions that Helena wasn't quite Martha Stewart when it came to sexuality… and Myka could sympathize, she'd had a girlfriend in college, maybe three if you wanted to get technical, but that was *college*. Everyone had all-girl threesomes in college, or watched an all-girl threesome, or played women's soccer… when they were in college. )

Any JLI fans on my f-list?

I was doing a fan-cast for the JLI and most of it is coming pretty easy, but I’m stuck on Bea. I was thinking Sofia Vergara, since she both obviously has the body for it and as a cast member of the funniest show on TV that isn’t Community, she can pull off membership in the Bwa-Ha-Ha League. Do you think Vergara fits Fire, or is that Affleckian miscasting?

Castle porn

Watching Castle, I realize that the late "50s sitcom dad" archetype, which was subverted to death by the "dumb, fat man-child with hot wife" archetype of Simpsons fame, has actually swung back around to a sort of reconstruction. Rick Castle is still a silly goof, but he's a great dad... understanding, loving, full of good advice, and with a daughter that's smart, well-behaved, and pretty. In fact, along with Taken, Castle is almost single dad porn--Alexis's mother is unreliable, but Castle always has enough time to play laser tag with Alexis, but she's still self-reliant enough for him to be able to run off and solve mysteries. Then there's his wealth, his fame, the bevy of beautiful women that in some cases basically hunt him down for sex... and yet, Castle's portrayal is self-deprecating enough (he screams like a girl on more than one occasion) to avoid pinging any liberal guilt on its way to the id-candy center of the brain.

I wonder how many other sitcoms have the same kind of "Badass Goofball Dad" archetype?