Every once in a while, a sublimely blended cocktail of actor, character and scene comes along and short circuits my brain. I start mixing metaphors badly. I watch Pineapple Express and think it's the best thing ever. I make icons, something I have no earthly business doing.
These drabbles were written for severina2001 as a thank you for all the pleasure her stories have given me over the years. Thanks also to firehead30 for her beta of Respite, though it happened so long ago, she may not even remember!
Anyone who's ever read justinlovesart's fic, knows that it's uncommonly good. It's thoughtful and intelligent. It's carefully and cleverly constructed. She explores multiple themes and ideas in a spare and deceptively simple style. In other words, it's a fanfic reader's dream writing.
She recently completed her longest fic to date and did it brilliantly. She took a tough premise, what if the bomb had never exploded, and made me believe.
These five drabbles were inspired by a photo prompt courtesy of the drabylon community. The timeline is 507-510. The title is from the poem, I Died for Beauty, by Emily Dickinson.
Here I was trying to figure out why Cynthia/Daphne work so well in justinlovesart's new series of drabbles, Not a Lesbian, But a Big Fan, when such_a_steph demystified it for me. She said she's never been able to picture the type of man Cynthia would go for, and I realized that neither have I. Add to that, one adventurous and enthusiastic Daphne Chanders, and you get a surprisingly sexy fit. I hope to see more of these two soon.
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