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The following Opinions are just some of the gifts that Detachable Id Productions is willing to share with a grateful world.
-Battlestar Galactica is a truly terrible show.
The slash is *radiant*, though. Apollo and Starbuck are so obviously crazy about each other. Boomer is ever cool and competent in the face of garbagey nonsense. All the girls secretly want to lick him. Adama is a psycho fundy freak. Tigh is The Man. I want crossover Tigh/Tom Paris fic, and yesterday would be late.
This helped heal me from the horrors of the series. Josephine Darcy’s “Sacrifice” is a lovely first-time story that is, frankly, a lot more plausible than the show ever becomes. Poor repressed Apollo, forced to let Starbuck’s tongue… well, just read it.*g*
-Ezra and Nathan on Mag 7 need to have sex desperately. They both know how to fence, and I *must* get the opportunity to watch Nathan Jackson toying with Ezra until he has the man down on his back, rapier raised in futile defence. Knocking Ezra’s weapon to the side with one powerful blow, Nathan would pin Ezra to the mat with his body weight. Tension would spark and crackle between them as they held an unbroken stare. Each would suddenly realize how hard the other man was as they lay in this compromising position.
Unable to help himself, Nathan would toss aside his rapier and kiss Ezra fiercely, stabbing him with his tongue. Imagine his shock when Ezra melts beneath him, sucking it and spreading his weakened knees submissively.
Mmmm…..
There is dialogue, but it’s pr0nny enough to make my fingers smoke.
::shivers:: Nathaaaaaan.
-People who want my ID scan in order to give me access to their online manga have sprung springs in their psychic sofas. If they won’t trust my age statement, why would I trust them with all they need to ape my identity?
-Cheddar cheese is ambrosial when toasted until it bubbles. Yummy. Also, chocolate ice cream is a classic desert that never truly palls.
Happy Sunday, lovely ones.
-Battlestar Galactica is a truly terrible show.
The slash is *radiant*, though. Apollo and Starbuck are so obviously crazy about each other. Boomer is ever cool and competent in the face of garbagey nonsense. All the girls secretly want to lick him. Adama is a psycho fundy freak. Tigh is The Man. I want crossover Tigh/Tom Paris fic, and yesterday would be late.
This helped heal me from the horrors of the series. Josephine Darcy’s “Sacrifice” is a lovely first-time story that is, frankly, a lot more plausible than the show ever becomes. Poor repressed Apollo, forced to let Starbuck’s tongue… well, just read it.*g*
-Ezra and Nathan on Mag 7 need to have sex desperately. They both know how to fence, and I *must* get the opportunity to watch Nathan Jackson toying with Ezra until he has the man down on his back, rapier raised in futile defence. Knocking Ezra’s weapon to the side with one powerful blow, Nathan would pin Ezra to the mat with his body weight. Tension would spark and crackle between them as they held an unbroken stare. Each would suddenly realize how hard the other man was as they lay in this compromising position.
Unable to help himself, Nathan would toss aside his rapier and kiss Ezra fiercely, stabbing him with his tongue. Imagine his shock when Ezra melts beneath him, sucking it and spreading his weakened knees submissively.
Mmmm…..
There is dialogue, but it’s pr0nny enough to make my fingers smoke.
::shivers:: Nathaaaaaan.
-People who want my ID scan in order to give me access to their online manga have sprung springs in their psychic sofas. If they won’t trust my age statement, why would I trust them with all they need to ape my identity?
-Cheddar cheese is ambrosial when toasted until it bubbles. Yummy. Also, chocolate ice cream is a classic desert that never truly palls.
Happy Sunday, lovely ones.
