Jake's looking more dignified than usual in honor of Winston Churchill Day, but hopefully he won't be called upon to defend England's shores from foreign armies. If you want someone who can drink beyond his limits as Churchill supposedly did, though, then Jake's your man!
If war and booze aren't your thing, how about chocolate bunnies and painted eggs? That's right, it's Easter Sunday! There are at least a couple dozen Easter-themed Daria fanfics and fanart pieces out there, and you can find most of them at the Sh33p's Fluff.
Fanfic Update!
- Charlatan, by FictionAuthorofFiction (COMPLETE!): "Sometimes, Daria felt like she was a fake. She was supposed to be better than this, everyone expected her to be so cold and unfeeling. But she wasn't. She was supposed to care, but not?"
- Convergence on Lawndale, by cfardell_Brenorenz29 (part 8): "'What’s happening, Amiga?' Jane asked. 'The Doctor, again,' Daria answered."
- Daria Ravenclaw: The Legend of Sporting Joe, by Meester_Lee (part 13): "Meanwhile Julia was learning about how the Aldretes and the other Magical families dealt with magic before they went off to school."
- I can tell you— the telling gets old, by theAngstgirl (COMPLETE!): "'By the way, do you mind paying for this? I'm broke.' Daria says, Jane sighs but offers a grin."
- Is It Adulthood Already?, by britabird (part 7): "Daria worked on her new short story idea, business was booming for Quinn and the J’s, both Tom and Jane managed to complete the school year’s worth of work unscathed, and Trent was a man of his word."
- looking out for you, by tawog (COMPLETE!): "After Daria decided to stop romantically pursuing Tom after fighting over their six-month anniversary, citing their differences in personality, status, and the near-permanent wedge he drove between her and Jane as reasons, she found herself constantly overthinking."
- Unnamed story (Scenes no Daria fanfic should have), by ladyevil (COMPLETE!): "The steak dinner Top had invited Upchuck out to wasn't going as well as he hoped."
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