September 07, 2002
Buffy

Christina Kamnikar, Chinese Butterfly.

Look! It's a non-retro Buffy rec! I like watching Buffy think things through; I find Christina's presentation of the way her mind works convincing. (Often, these kinds of stories trip writers up; they make the character too intelligent, too insightful, too ready with the references they wouldn't have to hand.) The episode the story is mostly about annoys the hell out of me, but I suspect it would annoy me a lot less (like most Buffy "high-stakes" episodes in the past two years) if the characters actually seemed to consider the implications the way they do here. And, unlike most people, I never hated Buffy--certainly not this season--so I can enjoy the little bit of peace she finds here.

Posted by Sarah T. at 06:29 PM
Smallville

Hope, Vector

FutureLex and Chloe play a game. I particularly like the sharp, insightful Chloe descriptions from Lex's POV. The plot has a certain inevitable rightness to it. The prose during the sex gets a wee bit flowery and Harlequiny, but you'll live.

Posted by Sarah T. at 06:22 PM
Smallville

Livia, "Who needs journalistic integrity, anyway?"

This is a deliciously silly and sexy bit of summertime fanart. Maybe not Livia's most technically accomplished piece ever, but that's just because she sets such a high standard. Love it, love it.

Posted by Sarah T. at 06:20 PM
Other

Jungle Kitty, Kirk and Spock Go Icefishing.

I think we all stumbled across this at roughly the same time--don't know who the source was. Anyway, it is hilarious. Kirk/Spock via Fargo. I think this one requires quotage:

"Any chance I can slip ya the sausage?" Spock asks.

Kirk is pretty sure he isn't talkin' about the one in the bottom of the picnic basket that his Uncle Snowball gave him for his birthday. You know Jim's Uncle Snowball, doncha? Lives up to the Twin Cities? Nice fella, for an albino. Now what was I sayin'? No, don't tell me. Oh ya, ya. So Kirk gives Spock a lookover, never havin' thought about somethin' unnatural like that. Jimmy's had more girls than you can shake a stick at. He's a real heartbreaker who's given his mother plenty of grandchildren, but none of them named Kirk, if you get my drift.

"Well," he thinks, "Spock's kinda funny lookin', like all his folks, but he's a good boy, not full of sass like a few I could name. I'd hate to lose such a good friend, especially when he's got those tickets to the ice hockey, and it can't be worse than that trip up to the lake when Sam and me durn near got bit to death by mosquitoes. And god willing, it'll be over soon and we can have a bowl of cereal and go to sleep."

Posted by Sarah T. at 06:15 PM