A little something for my glorious captain
sangueuk's birthday. Being smart, deep and badass, she loves sex mixed with philosophy, and so I went and wrote slightly shmoopy angst. Maybe imagining them all with Southern accents will help.
Summary: Jim accompanies Bones to the McCoy annual picnic, which under the circumstances counts as a favor, especially in
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I'd gush more enthusiastically, but I'm on my phone and this comment has taken long enough to get right.
Gorgeous, hon!
♥
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But the ending is sweet and hopeful and I love to read when Jim can make Leonard laugh. I'm wearing a fishing shirt today (no, really, a Columbia fly-fishing shirt, because...ohgawdyeah I fly-fish), so I get the catch&release.
And OMG! Pigeon Forge! Really??
Lovely and wonderful.
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You FLY FISH? IS there no end to your awesome? (Don't tell the captain, she won't be able to keep her hands off you.)
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YAY is what this fic is full of. YAY.
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Yay for your YAY--thank you!
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Ooof. A perfect, painful gutpunch of a fic, darling. I hope they work it out.
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