Back with a story

Hope everyone had a very nice Thanksgiving! Me, I'm thankful I was able to commandeer my grandparents' TV away from the football-watchers for long enough to watch Battlestar Galactica: Razor Saturday night. My husband demands to know why I watch Battlestar Galactica, "since there are no good guys and everything that happens is completely horrible." I tell him that's not true, sometimes good things happen as a fake-out to intensify the horribleness of the horrible things, and he looks at me like I'm weird or something. Then I point out the number of gorgeous disheveled badass women on the show, and he settles down. Ah, SciFi, you do know how to pander.

Also, check out this cool new community I just joined: sexstoryfinders. Like whatwasthatbook, but for erotic stories online! Awesome, yes? Everybody join! The more people that join, the greater likelihood that someone will remember that name of that one story you read two years ago, with the guy and the place and the stuff and the meringue. (NB: must be over 18 with birthdate in LJ profile to join.)

So a little while back shadowsonthesun requested a fic describing the scene when Holden brought Bran back from Karl and Tara's, and then mareaclo wanted the scene where Bran agreed that Yves and Jer could have "fucking rights" to him. I started writing this to establish a couple of things to my own satisfaction (sometimes I just need to get the characters talking), but what with those requests I thought I should just polish and post it here, especially since I'm still sorting out a few timelines for "Lee" (What? Stall for time? Me? *bats eyes*).

And now to catch up on my comments and friends list and write angsty kitchen-located Starbuck/Shaw femmeslash!

( In which Bran comes home )

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