Oh, the birthdays don't stop...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY vampireanneke!!

Happy Birthday to an awesome cosplayer! I'm so happy to have met you and seen your awesome costumes in person. I am SO bummed about not being able to photograph them at Azkatraz! Wah! You're a fun LJer and I enjoy reading your entries. *hugs* I hope your day is great!

Starsky & Hutch: My gna, gna, gna face is disguised by grim

• With a very paternal parting looking, Hutch turned around, leaving Starsky behind making a "gna, gna, gna"-face to his back.
  
  I am still laughing about this. Even though I originally read this a week ago.


• Without answering, Hutch reluctantly took the ice pack and gently placed it on the ominously looking knot on Starsky's head.
  
  If I had a bump on my head that could look--well, let's just say I understand why Hutch is reluctant to put an ice pack on it. And it's looking at Hutch ominously. Cassandra the Knot.


• Starsky raised his hand in a mock Boy Scout salute. "I pledge to be absolute gentlemen. Word of honor. You can even have my room."

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Intriguing Starksy and Hutch fic

I've just read Free Lance by Pepper Ckua.

How can I describe this fic? Hmm. Definitely R rated. Gen. The story of two cops, and their jobs, and making a difference, and chalk paintings.

There are deeper mysteries at work here, existential crises, and the love they have for each other. Nothing slashy, just powerful.

This is what I would call a "tough" fic. It's dark--not too dark--but it really touches something, some chord. I love Pepper's work, but this is even more lovely and matter-of-fact and realistic. It's got a tone that I really love, something I see once in a while...this very adult, smart, pared-down narrative that just pulls me right along into its world. The narrative is deft, textured, nuanced. I love it when a fic makes you figure things out...but isn't so obscure that you're lost. Very moving and I will be thinking about this for ages and ages.

I love this:

"Why do you insist on doing that?" Hutch says as he gets back into the car. "It drives me crazy."

"Hutch, I love it when you answer your own questions."

and this:

It turned out to be both their lucky days. The Egg and I is giving away a free meal to their ten thousandth customer.

Starsky is astonished. Not only is he the lucky recipient of a Farmer's Breakfast at 10:30 at night, but he can't believe nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine other people would choose to go to a restaurant that served nothing but eggs.

and so many more that I can't possibly list.