1. An entire grande-size starbucks latte is now allllllll over the front seat of my car. Positive: car smells like vanilla and coffee. Negative: it will soon smell of rotting milk. Awesome.

2. Space, the Canadian equivalent of Sci Fi is now airing season two of BSG. Last week was Home pt 1, tonight was Home pt 2. I MISS MY SHOW THAT HAD CONTINUITY AND PLOT AND CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT AND EMOTIONAL RESONANCE. I almost cried like a baby when Adama said to Bill "She think you'll be president one day" for HE WILL NOT BECAUSE HE IS DEAD.

3. OLYMPICS. Vancouver is getting 8 minutes to convince the world that our olympics will not suck. The city is having a big part downtown so we can all watch our mayor get the flag. Rumour is that footage from the event will be worked into the tv broadcast, so keep your eyes peeled for the tall girl with glasses and a brown ponytail. That will be me.

4. [livejournal.com profile] wisteria_ linked to these pictures of Jamie Bamber and I may have passed out from the hot. I woke up in a puddle of my own drool. I have a black v-neck sweater kink, so thank you sir for fulfilling that one for me. Also, does anyone else kind of wonder if all of the mocking of his fashion sense got back to him? Or maybe one of the other cast members or his wife started vetting his clothing choices? Because these two outfits are a HUGE step up from the holey t-shirt from that con and the shiny blue suit from the SciFi party.

4a. I just lost another five minutes looking at the Jamie pictures again. I can't pick a favourite, but I like this one and this one and this one. Also, we know he's built, so how does he manage to look so slight in this one?

4b. Finding the actual links? Another five minutes of my day. SO HAWT. Ahem.

5. Also, Space had a behind the scenes thing on this evening for BSG season two and as usual, the cast was awesome. I love Grace Park a little because she had all these huge things to say and you could almost hear her thinking about how to say it. They were on set for the filming of Home pt 2 and they showed Katee and Jamie and the director working on the blocking for the reunion type kissy thing. I don't need to say more. Also? I think Mary McDonnell was high, but whatev.

ETA: There is RPF in the comments. Look away if that bothers you.
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From: [identity profile] stars-like-dust.livejournal.com


I know you make angst your bitch every fic, but as the other one BROKE MY HEART INTO LITTLE PIECES, I think this one should end HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

HOW DOES THAT SOUND? GREAT? EXCELLENT. DONE.

Seriously. You are so brilliant I kind of want to cry because I will NEVER BE THAT GOOD.

From: [identity profile] elly427.livejournal.com


CLAIRA! Stop being ridiculous. You are fabulous and your writing is awesome and I admire the heck out of you.

ALSO? I WAS KIND OF PLANNING ON LETTING THEM LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER IN THE SECOND ONE. YAY.

I WANT MORE KATIE IN THE WORLD. Is that too much to ask?

From: [identity profile] stars-like-dust.livejournal.com


AWW. MUTUAL ADMIRATION SOCIETY YAY.

HURRAH. Because I WAS SO SAD. AND NOW I CAN BE HAPPY.

No, not at all. I don't feel it's too much.

I'll send you the entire thing I wrote today.

From: [identity profile] stars-like-dust.livejournal.com


I LOVE US TOO.

SENT.

OMG.

*RANSACKS OLD FICS*

Oh, I found something you wouldn't have seen!

From: [identity profile] stars-like-dust.livejournal.com


The thing with conventions, Katee thinks, is that you never get any sleep for one reason or another. This time, the reason isn’t annoying fans, or too much Jack Daniels – it is the constant plink of her shower dripping. After two hours, she knows she’s skirting the very edges of sanity and falls just after two in the morning.

She pulls herself out of bed, and throws on her bulkiest sweater and staggers out her door and over to the next room with her pillow in one hand. Hammers on the door until Jamie opens it, looking creased and tired. “What?!” he demands. “Do you know what time it is?”

She pushes past him and flops onto the solitary couch. “Go back to bed,” she says. “I’ll be fine here.” She curls into her pillow and he comes over and bobs down next to her.

“What is wrong with your own, very comfortable bed?”

“A tap is dripping,” she replies sleepily. “Go to sleep, Jamie. I’m fine.”

He hovered beside her. “Let me take the couch.”

Him and his stupid English chivalry. Katee closes her eyes and hopes he’ll just go away, but after twenty seconds she can still hear him breathing. She cracks an eye open. “I’m FINE.”

“I’m not leaving until you take the bed,” he says stubbornly.

“Fine,” she says finally. “You’re a moron.”

“You’ll thank me in the morning.”

He follows her, obnoxiously, to the bedroom. “Look,” she says. “I’m capable of getting into bed by myself.”

“Good to know,” he tells her, and she gets in on the right side; the blankets are rumpled on the left, and the left only. She settles in, and then shoots a glare at where he’s standing at the door.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she says. “Just get into the damn bed and sleep, okay? I’m not going to molest you.”

He laughs. Crawls in beside her, and she’s out of it within a minute.

*

She wakes up to the very unfamiliar feeling of another body curled around hers.

Shit, she thinks, and tries to shuffle a little further away, but his arm pulls her in closer. Shit shit shit, because his touch was doing things to her that she probably shouldn’t be feeling. Welcome feelings, certainly, but not proper.

She shifts a little, and Jamie lets out a long slow breath that she feels it, all over.

“Mmm,” he murmurs, and kisses her shoulder, and she rolls over, intending to accidentally elbow him awake, but he’s looking at her.

He’s awake. He shouldn’t be. That doesn’t make any sense.

Neither does the swift way he leans in and kisses her, or the way she’s wrapping her arm around his neck a second later or the way she pulls him closer, lets him slide his hand under her t-shirt. She arches a little into him, hums as his lips find her neck and lets herself think about nothing else but the slide of skin on skin for the next hour.

It’s great sex, she thinks after, when they’re collapsed in a rather sweaty heap, his hand resting on her hip bone, fingers beating out a light rhythm. Not quite the best she’s ever had, but with practice, it certainly could be, and she treats herself to one long, deep kiss before she pushes him off her.

He laughs, but gets out of bed all the same. “Uh,” he says, checking his watch. “We’ve got to be downstairs in thirty. Want to shower?”

She’s not in love with him, and she’s totally sure he’s not in love with her, and as she watches him wander towards the bathroom without bothering to pull on a shirt or his boxers, she grins.

“What was that?” she says, but idly, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

“I don’t know,” he says. “But it was fun, wasn’t it?”

She laughs, and follows him.

From: [identity profile] elly427.livejournal.com


OMG I LOVE THEM AND YOU AND THIS.

*looks cute*

IS THERE MORE I HAVENT' SEEN?

From: [identity profile] stars-like-dust.livejournal.com


Yes, actually, one that's kind of mostly half written. *laugh*

I'll email you. It's a sequel to that baby sitting one.

BUT IT NEEDS WAAAY TO MUCH WORK TO BE CLOSE TO POSTABLE.

From: [identity profile] elly427.livejournal.com


WELL NOW I FEEL GUILTY, THEN. IT'S JUST SUNSHINE AND RAINBOWS FROM NOW ON.

From: [identity profile] stars-like-dust.livejournal.com


YEAH. I BELIEVE YOU AS FAR AS I CAN THROW YOU.

WHICH IS NOT FAR, GIVEN YOU ARE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD.

From: [identity profile] elly427.livejournal.com


I AM VERY DELICATE. YOU COULD THROW ME FOREVER, I'D BET.

(ONG it's 4 in the morning here, i need to go to bed)

From: [identity profile] stars-like-dust.livejournal.com


HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I was wondering how late it was.

I LOVE YOU ELLY. SLEEP WELL. ;)

From: [identity profile] elly427.livejournal.com


I WILL HAVE VERY PLEASANT DREAMS.

good night! er, afternoon where you are! Weird aussie!
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