Firstly, the style of my recs page was shamelessly stolen from Merry with her permission. Hyper-informative recs pages give me shivers of delight, so I snatched her method. Because, yes. The time had come for me to rec my favourite stuff.

Secondly, I have no rhyme or reason why I love the things I do. I'm not one of those people who know what good fic or bad fic is. I'm in love with ideas and characterisation. If someone doesn't have the skills to match their ambition, I don't much care. The stories I love have a lot of heart. And they usually have a lot of Chris, too. Oh, and they're always of the long-ish variety. I'm a size queen.

Thirdly, I'm highly unlikely to rec anything that I wouldn't write myself. This includes incest, deathfic and hopelessly unhappy endings. No interest means no rec-age, though I do read everything. My recs page is shamelessly self-serving, full of comedy and hopefulness. Man, I'm not looking for art. I'm looking for entertainment.

Fourthly, there is no fourthly. Well, maybe there is. I would consider suggestions, but keep in mind what I'm highly unlikely to rec, all right? I'm a big wimp, man. I want my boys happy and in love.