A love letter that is in no way scary. I promise.

I am quite possibly the worst fangirl ever – or perhaps the most cunning stalker of all time? – as I give little to lame feedback, make incoherent squealing noises to myself while reading, and generally try to explain to J and Happy and occasionally Moose why I’m smiling so giddily, but rare is the day I actually, you know, let authors know.

Also, I hardly ever pimp authors, but that’s more because I hate singling writers out, and you know that if you’ve ever been listed on house_of_pants (when I get around to updating, right?), it means that I think you’re made of awesome.

But June was the month of author love letters over at polyfandomrecs and I thought, hey, I could possibly, um. Do something. I could make vague noises about someone, at least. Make weird squirrelly eyes and sigh adoringly. I’d be kind of scary, I thought, but people would feel the love, and isn’t that the important thing?

Of course, I’m late, late, late, since it’s July, but better late than never, right?

So anyone who’s been on my flist for more than a year probably remembers my short but passionate love affair with Sparkly Boys. I still adore the tight-pant-wearing, not-afraid-of-pink, harmonizing pretty boys, and occasionally summon them for a birthday celebration (ah, the good ole days), but my love has honed itself into a Stargate-shaped, um… where am I going with this? Oh yeah. lilysaid.

Because in my quest to transform all my friends into popslash-loving whores, there was no author as bandied about as lilysaid, with much squeeing (eldee, twilight_la_fae, you know what I’m talking ‘bout ) and rejoicing.

I’ve never been squeamish about RPS, and a lot of people are, so although Lily has - to my everlasting delight – written lovely, yummy Stargate Atlantis fic, I’m going to rec her RPS popslash and sga stories. I can’t say why, exactly, I love Lily’s writing, other than the fact that it’s perfect and always tight and always what I want, and she could probably write an essay about naked mole rats and I’d read it with a smile on my face, and is that a compliment? Hmmmm.

I’m supposed to give a quote and then at least three recs, so:

Someone asks for a popslash rec to start off the obsession? I send them to Beyond Reproach, just about my favorite story ever, in any fandom. A college AU that hits all my kinks, with Chris being just mean enough to Lance, and Lance being all conflicted and straight-laced and confused and earnest, and does it get any better? It’s the story I go to when I’m down, is ridiculously re-readable, and I’m not embarrassed to admit I printed it out and have it on standby in my bedside table drawer.

Next up, there’s my second favorite, From The Path, a JC/Chris AU, and I think I have a thing for slightly mean Chris who isn’t really mean. Also, if you didn’t already guess, I love AUs.

“JC,” Chris began, and moved his hands to hang in loose fists at his side. He flexed and unflexed them; nervous, JC thought. “JC,” he repeated. “I mean, you think we’re…friends? You don’t even know anything about me.”

JC made a face and put his guitar down. “I know things about you,” he insisted, tired but stubborn. “I know that you’re a writer. You still give money to the church every month even though you aren’t a member. You like Gang of Four at night, but when you stay out all night you listen to folk music until I- um, until you fall asleep. I know you’re good with kids, your mom adores you…and you don’t have a clue how to fix that mess you’ve made in my bathroom.” The last remark was met with a faint smile, but mostly Chris just looked surprised. “So, you can go now,” JC added. “I don’t want you to have that uncomfortable bad first date feeling.”

And on the SGA front, there’s Find You Out, a long stretch of Joe Flanigan/David Hewlett, and Safety Check, another Joe/David that makes me want to hug everybody.

Wow, I really do suck at pimping, don’t I?

Anyway, this really isn’t a love letter. A love letter would probably have gone more like:

Dear Lily,

You are clearly too cool for school. Try not to be afraid of my embarrassingly amateurish stalking, pay no attention to the girl in the bushes, for she is, ultimately, harmless.

You’ve made several fandoms far more interesting and spectacular than they would’ve been without you, etc., etc., *wide-eyed look of earnestness*

For serious. You rock.

Love,
Skoosie

Read all of Lily here. Join me in making sounds of joy only dogs can hear.