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Proof there is hope yet, from overheardnyc:
Teen ghetto girl: If you had a daughter...
Teen ghetto boy: If I had a daughter, there ain't no way she'd be leavin' the house with them short shorts and shit. And she fo' sho' wouldn't be playin' with them barbies. Barbies is evil. They mess with girls' brains, makin' them think they need to show off their shit and have babies when theys like 15. No barbies. Only puzzles.

And yes, there is an icon of "No barbies. Only puzzles." Becuase that is awesome.

For myself, and pandoras_evil_t, I recently had a sudden craving for Stargate fic, and discovered some rather interesting stuff... Like a website containing links to Daniel-Centric Fic which also gives links to three Stargate Archives, StargateFan, Heliopolis, & Area 52.

Hotel Sex -Daniel/Greg House NC-17 crossover, quite amusing.

This fic was inspired by Michael Shank’s story at GateCon. When asked for some insight into the show, something we fans don’t know, he said (and I quote)… "Daniel’s actually a night-time ninja. He fights crime in the streets of Colorado Springs… When everyone thinks he’s up late studying stuff, he’s actually fighting crime on the streets… There’s a little tidbit for you fan fiction writers." Poor man never realised that fanfic writers, like bunnies, live on tidbits. The quite funny Daniel-ninja trilogy: Average, Everyday, After Everything & Ancient Empires.

The Auction, a funny, Daniel-worship fic in which Hammond, O'Neill, and Jackson are part of a bachelor's auction.

Sympathetic Magic It's Jack/Daniel, sort of PWP but I found it rather amusing.

Another Fine Universe You've Gotten Us Into Mirror universe fic, sorta Jack/Daniel but ultimately I love it simply for one little line about Daniel's eyebrows. Not to mention this...

"Colonel Carter is a theoretical physicist. I'm the engineer. She's the one who comes up with the unworkable theories, and I'm the one who makes them work," Dr. O'Neill sniped, wheeling his chair back.

"Sorry if I trust Carter a little more than you, but I remember our sixth-grade chemistry class," Jack shot back.

Dr. O'Neill spread his hands out before him. "One little explosion!"

And other slash recs and all that jazz.

Okay, okay, I'll stop now. Really. Honest. *nods* Promise, 'n all that. Uh-huh. Won't happen again.

Fin.