So, early Saturday morning I fell down a flight of stairs while holding 2.0. She was hit on the head, as was I. Z. was out of town; 1.0 was watching but doesn’t seem to have been traumatized. Many hours and one CT scan later, 2.0 was declared fine, and I started feeling the pain. I have no memory of the accident, but the bruising suggests I hit a bunch of steps in a bunch of places. Ow.

Today 1.0 had an asthma attack and now has four separate prescriptions, plus a steroid shot. He’s holding up like a trooper, but still not pleased.

Anyway, I’d love to be cheered up: comment porn, links to places you get your SPN recommendations, anything that is making you smile.

Bless you for doing this. I've always enjoyed Yuletide, and I appreciate your willingness to respond to my prompt! Copying shamelessly, with changes, from liviapenn:
Here are some things I like in fiction: casual bisexuality, backhanded compliments, biblical references, competence, competition, conduits, desperate longing, doppelgangers, explosions, fatal flaws, first times, genderfuck, the Gift of the Magi, handcuffs, impending doom, in-jokes, intelligence of any kind, literary references and quotations, loneliness, math, morally grey characters, multiculturalism, mutually unrequited love, nerds, not actually saying "I love you" in so many words, palace intrigue, passionate arguments, personal talismans, respect between adversaries, sacrifice, sarcasm, scars and tattoos, self-loathing hero/ines, sex that doesn't solve anything, skill with weapons, slang and wordplay, sparring and wrestling, strong female friendships, sudden but inevitable betrayal, tragic irony and poetic justice, trash-talking, twist endings, and what ifs.

I read every type of pairing (and not) and every rating and have favorites of virtually every genre. I am a huge fan of the standard fanfic tropes, because they’re all about exploring character when done right, so I welcome pretty much anything when it seems appropriate to the fandom: pretending to be gay, pretending to be married, wingfic, sex pollen, aliens make them do it, genderswap, bodyswap, trapped in a small space—you get the idea. I have even read and enjoyed (hell, I’ve written) FBI ball stories. But don’t feel obligated to use any of the tropes: what I want is character, and any way you get to that is fine by me.

I can enjoy bleak endings, or death stories, though I prefer my deaths to be non-futile: going out saving the world is the highest aspiration of many of my favorite characters, and, while that often makes them pretty screwed-up puppies, I like to indulge them in their follies. I have a weakness for romance, but it doesn't have to be sexual and probably should avoid flowers and chocolates (promises you don't intend to keep are fine, though), unless the characters canonically indulge in such things already. Chuck Bartowski might show up with flowers, for example, though then there'd probably be some horrible allergic reaction on his part. I love characters who destroy themselves for each other (see Gift of the Magi, above), both when they get their happy endings and when they don't. I love characters whose commitment to a greater cause is just enough to get them to choose the cause over personal happiness.

Here are some things I don't particularly like: everyone-is-gay, "we're not gay we just love each other," and female-character-bashing, especially when performed in the service of getting two guys together, as if they couldn't just choose each other on their own merits. I’ve put some threesomes on my list, but I’m totally serious about being happy with any variation thereof, as long as you don’t tear down the excluded person, especially if she’s a girl. Tease John Casey if you want, but be nice to Sarah!

From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/__marcelo/


Ouch.

If you give me a prompt, I'd be happy to try to write something *g*.

From: [identity profile] rivkat.livejournal.com


If you're following SV, I'd love something with Tess Mercer. If not, Mercy Graves.

From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/__marcelo/


The worst and best of it is that Lex doesn't know. For all of his smarts and resources, he only sees what he cares about, and he...

He isn't here, and that's as much of as lie as Superman not being here, and as much of a truth.

Mercy twists her fingers inside, and Lane moans, tightening her legs around Mercy's waist, but never breaking eye contact. They are both playing a game here. Both wining. Both losing.

Lane has never asked anything about Luthor, and Mercy has never mentioned Superman. They know there wouldn't be an answer, and that would end the charade they are playing that this is about information, about Lex and the alien's fight.

Mercy bends over to kiss Lane, moving her hand faster, smiling against her lips when Lane grabs her neck and pulls her down.


From: [identity profile] rivkat.livejournal.com


Ah, conduits, the neverending source of angsty pleasure! I like to think that Lex and Clark find out together, and Lex thinks he understands; Clark thinks he doesn't. They're both not quite right.
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