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Dec 03, 2009 19:32

I've been getting back into The West Wing this week thanks to all my new fandom friends, so this is perfect timing. :-)

So, things I like include:

Post episode fic that explore certain events and themes from each episode in further detail, or that extend past the timelines of the episode itself.
Josh/Donna fic. Any genre goes; there can never be ( Read more... )

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anonymous December 3 2009, 21:18:41 UTC

It begins with a can of Fresca ( ... )

cuban_sombrero December 3 2009, 22:19:45 UTC

Thank you, Mystery Author! I really love Ainsley's voice in this, and kind of being in the background of the fic but meaning so much to her. ♥

damelola January 8 2010, 05:30:58 UTC

You're so welcome. And I LOVE your icon.

shutterbug_12 December 4 2009, 09:02:52 UTC

Are we allowed to reply in other people's stockings? *asks sheepishly* I just wanted to pop in and say that was really amazing. Incredibly good. Well done! =)

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No. 21 (Triple Distilled) (1/2) anonymous January 2 2010, 12:32:37 UTC

Three steps past his door, Josh pauses long enough to drop his shoulder bag before he lurches through the dark and into the kitchen, still wearing his jacket and shoes. He learned to navigate his apartment without his eyes years ago; hundreds of late nights and pre-dawn mornings have taught him the value of memorization and touch. Bedroom to kitchen, refrigerator to coffee machine, kitchen to bathroom, back to the kitchen. He gravitates toward the counter and retrieves a tumbler from the shelf. A moment later, a tray of ice cubes from the freezer ( ... )

Re: No. 21 (Triple Distilled) (2/2) anonymous January 2 2010, 12:33:30 UTC

Still sprawled across the couch, Josh grinds his teeth and shudders as the vodka carves a path down his throat. It scorches his sinuses and burns behind his breastbone before it plummets into his stomach. Josh closes his eyes and feels the world slide off-kilter as he licks the leftover alcohol off his lips. Another swallow, and another; he funnels it down fast, a steady stream, until his face feels warm, his lips numb, his head light. Until he can no longer differentiate between the burn of the vodka and the sharp singe of his inadequacies burrowing through the center of his chest ( ... )

Re: No. 21 (Triple Distilled) (2/2) tidbit2008 January 3 2010, 18:21:05 UTC

Dark and twisty, and mighty powerful writing. Very well written.

Re: No. 21 (Triple Distilled) (2/2) anonymous January 5 2010, 05:40:02 UTC

Thank you very much!

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