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Hey guys - it occurs to me that I said we would have a masterlist and I have not yet done one, despite the due date being yesterday!
So, with many apologies, here it is. (Where there's no summary given, I've either made one up myself or used the first line of the fic. Just fyi. Likewise I've assigned a rating if one wasn't given.)
Go and read and enjoy the frankly *wonderful* stories in this 'thon, thank you all SO much for writing (seriously - you've all made me very happy, for one!) and leave each other plenty of feedback.
Much love,
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raedbard
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+38gnihsurc wrote: Maps, Moments and Stories [Beautiful evocation of Toby and Sam, having lost their way. PG-13. Post-series.]
+amy_vic wrote: Silentium Inter [What happens when it's late and you're out of coffee. PG-13. Pre-series.]
+avon7 wrote I Have Been One Acquainted with the Night [A line by Robert Frost keeps running around my head. PG.] and His Words [Senator Samuel Seaborn looked down at the folded sheets he held. Character death. PG. Post-series.]
+docfraiser8 wrote: Oh, My Friends [Language is their significant other. PG-13.] I left this off the first time I posted - I'm very sorry!
+melliyna wrote This Is the Way the Year Begins and Ends [It was the year that never was, but Toby still remembers. R.]
+raedbard wrote: No Exit [There's snow on the runway at JFK and no flights back to Dulles. This is story of what you do in the hours until daylight and a new flight schedule. PG-13. Early seasons.]
+thecolourclear wrote: Toby Limited [You took the story of Sam and made it yours, melded Sam, molded him, convinced yourself that Sam was nothing but an original creation of yours. PG.] and Words Unspoken; Poetry Unwritten [How do you explain the way in which he pulls your thighs apart, holds them down on the firm bed with his shaky hands? R. Early seasons.] and Music Without Lyrics: A Score of Toby and Sam [A very different kind of funeral. R.]
+black_eyedgirl wrote: Seven for a Secret [Between them there were: fourteen months of silence, two years of absence, one novel, nine short stories, and a resignation that no one had been able to explain. R. Set post-series.]
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Latecomers, if you want to leave a link to your fic (if and when you finish) on this post, I'll edit it in. :)
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How about we do this again next year? *ducks rotten vegetables*
So, with many apologies, here it is. (Where there's no summary given, I've either made one up myself or used the first line of the fic. Just fyi. Likewise I've assigned a rating if one wasn't given.)
Go and read and enjoy the frankly *wonderful* stories in this 'thon, thank you all SO much for writing (seriously - you've all made me very happy, for one!) and leave each other plenty of feedback.
Much love,
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raedbard*
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38gnihsurc wrote: Maps, Moments and Stories [Beautiful evocation of Toby and Sam, having lost their way. PG-13. Post-series.]+
amy_vic wrote: Silentium Inter [What happens when it's late and you're out of coffee. PG-13. Pre-series.]+
avon7 wrote I Have Been One Acquainted with the Night [A line by Robert Frost keeps running around my head. PG.] and His Words [Senator Samuel Seaborn looked down at the folded sheets he held. Character death. PG. Post-series.]+
docfraiser8 wrote: Oh, My Friends [Language is their significant other. PG-13.] I left this off the first time I posted - I'm very sorry!+
melliyna wrote This Is the Way the Year Begins and Ends [It was the year that never was, but Toby still remembers. R.]+
raedbard wrote: No Exit [There's snow on the runway at JFK and no flights back to Dulles. This is story of what you do in the hours until daylight and a new flight schedule. PG-13. Early seasons.]+
thecolourclear wrote: Toby Limited [You took the story of Sam and made it yours, melded Sam, molded him, convinced yourself that Sam was nothing but an original creation of yours. PG.] and Words Unspoken; Poetry Unwritten [How do you explain the way in which he pulls your thighs apart, holds them down on the firm bed with his shaky hands? R. Early seasons.] and Music Without Lyrics: A Score of Toby and Sam [A very different kind of funeral. R.]+
black_eyedgirl wrote: Seven for a Secret [Between them there were: fourteen months of silence, two years of absence, one novel, nine short stories, and a resignation that no one had been able to explain. R. Set post-series.]*
Latecomers, if you want to leave a link to your fic (if and when you finish) on this post, I'll edit it in. :)
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How about we do this again next year? *ducks rotten vegetables*
