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Rec-cember Day 14

Bound
Devil Never Saw the Likes of Us by

scioscribe (2,958 words). Never was I ever not a Tilly fangirl, and Bound is just one of those movies I love to bits. This fic absolutely nails them.
It started right on their doorstep. Violet got out of bed Saturday morning and tugged a silk bathrobe up over her shoulders.

It was new. Almost everything she had with her had been bought since they’d left the city, but this was so new she’d had to snap the tags off it before she pulled it on. It had this swirly peacock pattern on it, like streaks of paint, and paint felt sort of like their lucky charm.

She wasn’t much of a cook, but she could add water to a mix like anybody else, and she decided to make blueberry muffins. She liked the little pastel-and-foil cups you put them in to bake: everything had its own little splotch of color. The old apartment had been nothing but black and white and steel, lifeless and cold. This place—their place—was different.

She was just sliding the tray in the oven when she heard the knock.

Current Music: Los Campesinos! - The Holly & The Ivy

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Rec-cember Day 13

Star Trek (2009 movie)
Lunch and Other Obscenities by

Rheanna (9,717 words). Just a delightful exploration of different cultures colliding.
When Starfleet Academy's Housing and Accommodation Officer—whose name, according to the sign next to her door, was Diane Maza—arrived at her office the next morning, Nyota was already there, waiting.

"My roommate's a sex-crazed exhibitionist with a food phobia," Nyota told her. "You have got to reassign me."

Maza didn't react. She regarded Nyota for a moment with a coolly appraising gaze that seemed designed to silently communicate that she hadn't just seen everything, she'd seen everything plus some other shit as well, and therefore any attempt to shock a reaction out of her was doomed at the outset.

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Well, that was a DUMB amount of scrolling. Remind me to keep up to date on fanart recs, BlueSky is not all too helpful. But I did get to make a variety of happy faces as i re-discovered some fanarts I'd forgotten about. We really are spoiled with IWTV. And to look forwards to: I pre-ordered the BLOOD & BROCADE fanart zine. Wanting to experience the first hand in physical format, I'll have to wait until February. And after that? Well, the rumor is s3 will premiere in April. At least, going by a verbal slip and a couple of deleted cast posts. Not too long now!

Anyways, have a bunch of fanart recs featuring pretty vampires.

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Rec-cember Day 12

( Be all the beautiful things you are, and be them without apology. For all eternity. )

Current Music: King princess - Girl Violence

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The fixation is hyper y'all. Headvids. Brain zoomies. Giddiness at good characterizations (and, for this particular fandom, the characters being ~an appropriate amount of Bastard~ 🤌).

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Rec-cember Day 11

vein by vein by

morian (2,415 words). Not Lestat being jealous of the sun XD (don't let my comment trick you into thinking it's crack fic, excellent voices in this)
Before he died and was reborn as a creature, not a man, Louis preferred the night. In this city that stretches and groans and howls to life at dusk, he had no reason to favour the sun. His business was the night. People like him, that is to say pimps and grifters, came to bed long after dawn and slept past noon.

It wasn't until he lost the sun that he learned it was something that could be missed.

Though even winters in New Orleans are mild and summer nights leave shirt collars clinging to sweat-slick necks like desperate hands, there is a special kind of warmth in sunlight on the skin. It reeks of childhood and the garden and the roof, of sunrise with his brother.

“I don’t miss the sun,” he will say to a jaded reporter on the balcony of his Dubai altar a hundred years from now. “The reminders it carries.” And it will be true then. But here is a man who ran through the street and nearly burned to death on the first morning he carried the dark gift. And here is a man who grieves his brother, not just one life lost but a thousand possibilities with it.

More fic, vid, and icon recs below :DD

( Btw I'm going to need a vampire to greet Daniel with 'so you're the divorce papers I've heard so much about' in s3, thanks. )

Current Location: on the bus home from work, I read porn on the busssss

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We have been absolutely DUMPED ON the last couple days here. Sooo so much snow. I have shoveled so much. The neighbour took pity and helped me with half of the driveway again (he has a snowblower - the entire street has snowblowers). Why do none of these snowblower people help me with the ton of snow compressed from the plow??? ;_;

Anyway, I went to two different grocery stores the day before the snow so we are STOCKED. It's snowing again on Saturday, though. :/

The sunlight through the ice and snow this morning is bringing me joy.

In media news:

I just finished the first season of Hilda, what a cute and fun show. Fun folklore. Nice animation.

Our ongoing kdrama is Beautiful Gong Shim which started out really strong (huuuuuuge ND4ND vibes, two of the most autistic leads ever) but seems to be wobbling around 8 or 9, and we're not halfway through. A 20 ep drama?! Pretty rare. I'm not sure they have the story for it, but we'll see!

An update!!! My other neighbour helped me chop up the plow snow and shovel it enough that my car can be moved. He also gave me all the hot neighbourhood gossip, hell yeah. 🥹

Current Mood: 🫠🤓
Current Location: ❄️🏘️❄️
Current Music: 🙂‍↕️✨

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I'm back at work for a couple of days, so throwing today's rec out early to avoid forgetting and ruining my ten (\o/) day streak.

Chosen by the very first hit of the Random Icon button... *drumroll*

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Rec-cember Day 10

Hawkeye / Thunderbolts
got me thinking she's so cool by

explosivesky (6,983 words). Cute, through and through. Since it's December and at one point presents are mentioned, do I get to put another notch under Christmas Recs?
“Yes, I know of Ikea,” Yelena says. “I have been all over the world. I know it is a furniture store.”

“Okay, but have you ever been inside one?” Kate pegs. She even leans closer, as if searching for the crack revealed by the question.

Yelena shifts between feet. “No,” she mumbles grumpily. “I have not been inside one.”

“They have meatballs. Swedish meatballs. They’re delicious. We can get you, like, maybe a bookshelf, or a corkboard, or - definitely a bedspread, I honestly thought that was a large decorative boulder for some reason–”

“You want to bring color into my room, Kate Bishop?”

Current Location: I'm on a boat motherfucker
Current Music: King Princess - Girls

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Sooooo… if you read a spectacular fic but at the end see it has 880 whopping comments (🤯), is it still cool to add it to your rec list and assume there’s actually a person that hasn’t read it yet? Asking for a friend.

Toootally unrelated, I’ve been watching Welcome to Derry and my brain’s been having a great time being a bastard and making AUs where Claudia and Louis don’t make it to Europe but wind up in Derry instead. Bonus Armand in the sewers to be extra bastard about it.

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Rec-cember Day 9

Santa Clarita Diet
what all the troubles are for by

thegatorgood (1,961 words). Aw man I miss the Hammonds, and this had me laughing repeatedly.
Dad cleared his throat. "How's your foot, honey?"

"It's funny," said Mom, "but it reminds me of that time your mother took us out to that French restaurant right before we got engaged, do you remember? There was a cheese that tasted like this."

She chomped down on a toe. Abby decided it was time to check in with Eric.

"You did what?" he asked, when she told him about their latest run-in with the law.

Et tu, nerdus? "I don't get what's such a big deal about it. I mean, Dad pointed a gun at someone's head for the tenth time, but somehow I'm in trouble for grabbing a can of Pringles."

"Because," said Eric, his face in the Skype window so worried it was almost cute, "in west Texas pulling a gun out is like saying, 'Hi, I have a gun!' But if you pull a gun out and take stuff they put you in jail for years."

"It was just a bunch of junk food!"

"So what, Jean Valjean? Armed robbery is armed robbery."

Current Music: King Princess - Covers

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There are so many things I want to do. I'm not getting younger, so I should just quit procrastinating.

One thing is that I want to get through my TBR list! Or at least whittle it down. My reading has dropped off dramatically, but I still keep buying books. WTF, self. I signed up for Storygraph a while ago, but now I'm serious about it! Got to keep up with what I'm doing. (username greeniegreen)

I keep wasting time on Tumblr--not that I don't love Tumblr, but I could be doing things other than staying up to date on the latest in meme culture.

And I have so many WIPs. *flails* And I REALLY need to finish the epilogue to the fic I'm posting. Before I get to the end of the chapters I have!

One thing I definitely need is new glasses. I can't even see the screen well enough to make icons anymore, and I used to love that. :( I can read just fine, but small details are fuzzy and I can't make graphics/icons with fuzzy eyes.

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I had an epic, long, convoluted mess of a Wheel of Time dream last night - maybe because I saw a video from the costume exhibit on Insta right before bed idk - clearly this means today's fandom has already been chosen.

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Rec-cember Day 8

Wheel of Time
the children we once were by

QuickYoke (18, 083 words). Moiraine and Siuan, before the Tower. Both stories gripping tightly. Book!verse. Actually a prequel to a 60k fic, but I'll have to save that treat for later! Rec-Cember waits for no one ;)
When she turns a cramped corner in the crawlspace, a needlepoint of light greets her. It's small as a distant star in an otherwise ink black sky, but it is there. Moiraine shuffles forward and presses with all her might. The sound of a faint click, and an opening in the wall slides up to let her out.

Moiraine squeezes through and collapses on the other side, breathing heavily. When she sneezes, a plume of dust shivers off of her like a second skin. The floor beneath her is polished marble in a deep blue and gold pattern. Moiraine would recognise it anywhere. The air around her seems to hum, as though a glass had been struck with the flat edge of a knife and the sound is forever on the brink of fading. With dread rising in her throat, she looks up and climbs to her feet.

Early afternoon light streams through the windows of the throne room, tall and bursting in radiant patterns to mimic the rays that shine through them. Every surface is polished until it feels like standing upon a pane of glass or perhaps still water. The squared pillars and the arched midnight ceiling reflect perfect inversions of themselves down into the ground, so that it is less like walking through a chamber and more like being hung between the infinite space between mirrors; she is an insect suspended in a sea of abyssal amber.

The throne itself is ensconced atop a low-slung dais. Plain and unadorned but for an enormous disk of pure gold that enshrines the head of whosoever dares sit there in a halo. The chamber is empty, but still she wraps her arms around herself, glancing about for sign of any royal guardsmen lurking in the usual places. There are none.

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Melissa McCarthy hosted SNL again, and as always she was hilarious. Figured I'd share the holiday themed one!

Watch on YouTube

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Rec-cember Day 7

ST Voyager
Crossing the Line by

orphan_account (1,686 words). Excellent Janeway and Seven of Nine in this. Set after Dark Frontier.
She has leaned on Chakotay before, and taken his arm more times than she can count. She has hugged Kes like a mother, even if Kes is beyond their reach entirely now. She has put a steadying palm on B’Elanna’s shoulder, and leaned over Tom at the controls; she has put her arm around Harry, and placed her hand on Neelix’s as he hands her a mug of coffee. She has collapsed against Tuvok before and wept, deriving comfort of her own from his willingness to be close.

All of this is different, of course. Different relationships, different boundaries. But, in the end, it is the same. She is Captain to these people, but in the Delta quadrant, Captain cannot afford to be synonymous with distance.

The difference with Seven is that she is distant from everyone besides Kathryn. That’s a responsibility.

Current Music: Nusantara Beat - Tamat

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+ Oh no I've pretty much eaten all my fancy chocolate :( I got a bag of random leftovers when I ordered a box for my mom for Christmas (Jentene På Tunet, BEST chocolate I've had in my life), and now there's only four pieces left. Rip.

+ I did pick up a packet of gf gnocchi yesterday, guess it's time for a very carb dinner :D

+ Decided to shuffle the list so I don't run out of femslash recs; today have a gen offering!

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Rec-cember Day 6

Brooklyn Nine-Nine
Jewish Christmas by

ryfkah (632 words). Happy dancing whenever I find a cute holiday themed rec for this ;D
Ensconced in the supply closet, Jake told Amy, grimly, “Nutcracker Ballet.”

Amy gasped, her hands flying to her mouth.

“I thought it was bad when I caught her standing for 20 minutes staring at the tree in the front office --” Jake grabbed for Amy’s hands. “Babe, you gotta help me here. I am wildly unqualified to salvage Rosa’s Christmas. I have one single Christmas card to play, and while I’m obviously always happy to play that card --”

Amy winced, and shook her head. “You know Rosa still hasn’t forgiven Bruce Willis for A Good Day to Die Hard. Giving her a very Die Hard Christmas is just going to fill her with additional rage.”

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+ I'm stuck waiting in the car at the mall, and I am SO HEAVILY SCENTED ugh. It was barely a dab! Rituals has made an enemy of me this day.

Plus side I've picked up a couple of Christmas presents, plus a half off face cream for myself.

If I hang my clothes up to dry when I get home and start the bedding, then empty the dishwasher? Not a whole day wasted, look at me go.

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Rec-cember Day 5

Xena for Fanart Friday =)
"Gabrielle, do it." by gabbiemara @ reddit. Delectable vampire piece.

badass feminist icons by

artbykristele. Fun portrait of Xena and Gabi in a fighting pose.

Good pals by

rennerei. Legs around waist! Smooches! Aiaiaiaiaiii

Stay Down by laurenknight @ bsky. Xena being in charge, and Callisto is more than happy about it. So fun!

If Xena got her hands on the Ixion stone by marylairre @ bsky. The concept, and the expression captured in this!

Current Location: the stupid parking lot
Current Music: Soccer Mommy - Yellow is the color of her eye

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+ Had vague plans of doing something useful today, but ended up playing an absurd amount of Crusader Kings 3 and the most recent update instead. CK3 having this reputation of being the murder incest simulator, meanwhile I spent two whole lives reading books, being beloved by all, and tending a garden. Zero intrigue until the game notified me I didn't have an heir and it would be game over... at which point my 57 year old chaste scholar dude was sent to slut his way across the kingdom. I died with eight legitimate heirs and several bastards lol.

After I've eaten I'll be setting off with my 22 year old, sitting on great stats and a pile of gold. By which I mean: studying and pilgrimages BOYAH. (I may not be the intended audience for this game? Or maybe that perception is warped by fun streamers? bc I want to write books and have a nice garden.)

+ Fingers crossed Pluribus drops before I get sleepy. It's really got a hold of me.

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Rec-cember Day 4

Gideon the Ninth
Skin Flick by

JeanLuciferGohard (2,618 words). Oh, this is pitch perfect in every way, and the visual language! So tasty.
Harrow undresses like somebody stripping an engine for parts, shedding layer after of black with a choppy, vindictive momentum. With all the eroticism of somebody prepping a taxidermy specimen. Like a case study of all possible conjugations of the verb “to flense”.

And, no, as it turns out; no, Harrowhark Nonagesimus is not, in fact, wearing anything under all that, nothing at all interrupting the faintly ridged shadow of her spine. There’s a lot of shoulder action happening, a lot of sweeping, shallow curves that look longer than they are, a lot of feral skinniness that you’d need a certain kind of palate to appreciate.

So call her a fucking sommelier, because Gideon’s palate is developed , apparently.

She whistles.

Current Music: Beatles

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+ Armored worms and death-ball sponges among array of life newly documented from the deep sea. Some really cool pictures here.

+ Unearthing The Hidden History Of A Singular Trans Punk Zine.

+ Scientists discover sperm whale ‘phonetic alphabet’.

+ Do you really know Art Nouveau?. A very interesting journey into the political side of Jugend.

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Rec-cember Day 3

Baldur's Gate 3
Karlach's Reviews by

ACrowsRockCollection (1k words). Boy oh boy do I love me a proper drabble, and this? Is ten quality drabbles in a row! Karlach ❤️❤️❤️
A hug:

Now, I want to be clear, that very first moment, where you're not sure, stick straight and skittery, that part sure isn't worth a damn.

But when ya melt into the person's arms?

And then, Gods, then they melt back? Because maybe they trust you or maybe you're just nice and warm, but the why don't exactly matter.

Because maybe when they melt back, maybe that's when you start thinking it is worth it all. Every bit of bullshit and all the gold in the gate too. For a moment, at least.

Five hundred million out of ten.

Oh, and

ManyATrueNerd started playing the game last month; he really has fun in the world and has gone in spoiler-free. If you’d like to follow a Let’s Play that drops an episode a week, you could do a whole lot worse.

Current Music: Bryony Claire - The moral panic of single women

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✨ holiday love meme 2025 ✨
my thread here

I haven't done a love meme in so long, it really takes me back. I would love to see y'all's names on there, too! (I did spy two of you, but I know there's more of you here...) But even if you don't make a comment with your name on it, I would like to say I LOVE YOU. I appreciate those of you who've stuck around even when I've only barely remembered to post and rarely comment on anyone else's posts.

I'm gonna try to do better! I mean it this time! I miss the community here so much. Even being in a different fandom than most of you, I still want you in my life and want to be in yours.

Speaking of fandom, I have started posting my Fandom Trumps Hate fic (I think I mentioned this before), and I have 4 chapters up already. I'm hoping to get it posted in full before the Steter Secret Santa fics go live, so I'm putting the chapters up at a quick pace.

But I haven't written the epilogue yet, eep! But anyway, if anyone is interested in reading, here it is:

Painting the Night With Sun (Teen Wolf, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Explicit)
There's more to being a Spark than just powerful magic, and dragons don't come from eggs. Stiles has a lot to learn from his new mentor, but he and Peter have to escape the Wild Hunt first.

Featuring Steter romance, a magical castle, daring rescues, found family, and a cat with wings.

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+ Lit my Christmas incense and drank some red soda today. It's pouring down outside but it still did the trick! Hopefully there's a dry morning soon so I can get some decorations out of the shed.

+ Many thanks for the lovely comments on the Holiday Love Meme, I was coming out of a bout of stomach flu combined with my period, and the tiny bumps of kindness throughout the days was highly appreciated ♥

+

BeautifulBooks does yearly videos on their favorite illustrated books, and is already out with their Myths & Legends and Children & Young At heart collections. If you're looking for bookish gifts this year - or just want to look at some art - might be a good one to check out.

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Rec-cember Day 2

Star Wars
Song for a fifth child by

Deputychairman (5978 words). A glimpse into Leia's life before and after the events of Force Awakens. Hands down my favorite Leia fic I've read so far.
Her daily life doesn’t change when Han dies.

He’d been gone for years, and she was used to that. He was there on a Comm link once a week, sometimes, and other times she wouldn’t hear from him for months, but she knew he was out there.

She feels the difference anyway. Like losing a tooth, or a bone in the ear - something from deep inside. It didn’t show, but you knew it was gone.

Current Mood: thankful
Current Location: Couch finally playing CK3
Current Music: Sevdaliza - Joanna

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This week we had to write two entries. This is my second one.

( Once upon a time, there lived a young girl )

This was written for the new season of

therealljidol, Wheel of Chaos! If you liked my entry, please consider voting for me or any of the other amazing contestants. You can find all the entries here. Look for the voting post on Monday night!

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This week we had to write two entries. This is my first one.

( There is a path that leads from the back of our house through the woods )

This was written for the new season of

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Ey let's start out with our beloved franchise that's getting a new mooovieeee :DDD

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Rec-cember Day 1

The Mummy
as wine pervades water by

betony (2,266 words). Delightful!
The last thing Rick expects to hear, when Evie opens the door at last, is a grim: “Darling, we’ve got to get married.”

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We make our own choices, we pay our own prices.

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If gaslighting had a table of contents.

Posting now in a futile attempt to stop reading IWTV fics so I have stuff for other days.

Ugh

To let you back in, that would be violence (I wanna try it).

It's kind of ironic: the more care you put into a murder, the harsher society judges you.

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Will you be there when the flames are high?

After I gave you the best 17 days of my life!

Now I Know What A TV Dinner Feels Like.

Tried a perfume oil at Ritual and it was a Mistake.

To be fair, the murder incest game also lets you find a pile of fluffy bunnies.

Trying to close some non-fic related tabs for Reasons.

love!

hit me, take a deep breath.

LJ Idol Wheel of Chaos — Prompt 16b — There was only one bed

LJ Idol Wheel of Chaos — Prompt 16a — kako no ashioto

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