#j. brooks

[shqsecrets]

who would you like to see more from?

for the newbies, i wanna see more of jai and lucy; they seem promising. matthew, too, just because of how yummy he is to look at. oh, and how can i forget ashley ? she’s always disappearing somewhere, it’s annoying at this point.

[valiha]

Quintessential Buck, lol!

Nobody Loses All the Time. :-D Watch how, in spite how things seem to go sour for Buck, he still comes out on top!

[valiha]

Another gem by J. Brooks

No Place Like Home, a fic written in the form of exchanging telegrams and letters:

LARABEE <STOP> ARRIVED SAFELY <STOP> NOTHING HAPPENED UNTOWARD <STOP> WILL ADVISE AS INVESTIGATION PROGRESSES <STOP> REGARDS STANDISH <END>

[snip]

THERE IS NO NEED FOR THAT SORT OF LANGUAGE MR LARABEE <STOP> MR DUNNE AND I ARE QUITE WELL <STOP > MEANWHILE OUR INVESTIGATION CONTINUES WITH ALL DUE DILIGENCE <STOP> KANSAS GROWS TIRESOME <STOP> REGARDS STANDISH

[snip]

LARABEE <STOP> PLEASE CONFIRM STATUS OF J SANCHEZ AS DULY APPOINTED PEACEKEEPER IN FOUR CORNERS <STOP> ARRESTED THIS AFTERNOON IN COMPANY OF LONG HAIRED MAN WHO REFUSES TO GIVE HIS NAME <STOP> BOTH CHARGED WITH ASSAULTING POLICE OFFICERS AND ATTEMPTING TO ORCHESTRATE A PRISON BREAK <STOP> PLEASE DESIST IN SENDING PEACEKEEPERS TO TOPEKA <STOP> SGT M L CURLEY <END>

[valiha]

"Light she was and like a fairy, and her shooooooes were number nine . . . Herring boxes without topses, sandals were for Clementiiiiine . . . O my darlin', O my darlin', O my --" "--God! Am I gonna have to shoot you to shut him up?" Chris Larabee spun in his saddle and shot a poisonous glare at the source of his misery for the past day and a half. Ezra Standish blinked innocently back at him. "It wounds me to the quick, Mr. Larabee," the gambler replied, clutching at his heart in mock offense. "That after all this time, you cannot distinguish my singing voice from Mr. Wilmington's atonal caterwauling." "I know who's singing," Larabee snapped. Years of painful experience had taught him the utter futility of trying to cut Buck off in mid- serenade. "I also know who keeps setting him off!" ---[snip]--- Standish had barely said a word this trip. Which was not to say he'd been silent. Somewhere behind Larabee on the trail, somebody started whistling. Four hideously familiar notes. "In a canyon, in a cavern, excavating for a miiiiiiine . . ." Buck was off again. "Gawd damnit, Ezra!"

Been reading some old Magnificent Seven fic. I just love this story - so damn funny! Cold Hard Cash by J. Brooks.