Miriam
Title: (serve god) love me and mend
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Loki/Darcy
Rating: M
Word count: 992
Summary: His motives are unknown, but his desires are not.
Notes: This is for my dear [livejournal.com profile] sendhimaway, who truly lights up my life.

It shouldn't have come this far, but even the best laid plans of gods go awry )
 
 
se sentent: anxious
 
 
Miriam
This story was written by a good friend of mine, Emily Bridges. She's one of the few people I know who, like me, truly enjoyed every bit of the new Battlestar Galactica series, including the series finale, which still divides fans.

She and I have talked about it all before, and though we feel the show ended as it should have, there is something the world could have used more of:

Six/Starbuck.

If you've watched BSG, you'd have seen Six's desire for a child of her own, which she almost experienced with Saul Tigh. Whereas Hera grew up and lived in the brave new world they had discovered, it certainly would've interesting to see how it would have been had Six become a mother and raised her child there, too.

Emily has written such a fic, taking that idea into some interesting territory.

So now, at her request, I am posting it here to share and to archive.

Title: Barefoot Servants
Author: Emily Bridges
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Six, Starbuck, Gaius Baltar, Six/Starbuck
Rating: M
Summary: It is a new world, and with it, Six and Starbuck welcome a new life together.
Notes: AU based off of the BSG series finale. Could certainly be spoilery ahead if you've not seen it. However, I encourage you to read it anyway.

That first night there had been an awkward silence between them, they realized they were truly alone, and what had happened with the dark haired man hung between them. )
 
 
où: HOME.
se sentent: contemplative
 
 
Miriam
04 May 2011 @ 01:48 am
"This is about all the bad days in the world. I used to have some little bad days, and I kept them in a little box. And one day, I threw them out into the yard. 'Oh, it's just a couple little innocent bad days.' Well, we had a big rain. I don't know what it was growing in but I think we used to put eggshells out there and coffee grounds, too. Don't plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me. Choke those little bad days. Choke 'em down to nothin'. They're your days. Choke 'em!"

- Tom Waits
 
 
se sentent: exhausted