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no seriously, this is ALL I AM DOING, ALL DAY. it's pretty wonderful.

I'm honestly trying to get the bunny rabbit fic done before I leave for India next week (DID I MENTION I'M GOING TO INDIA NEXT WEEK, NO? I'M GOING TO GODDAMN INDIA NEXT WEEK, BOO YAH) but I'm not...hopeful. More like blindly optimistic.

Anyway, here read this stuff.


for i have measured out my life with coffee spoons, by [livejournal.com profile] youcallitwinter, btvs, from a prompt by me! It's gorgeous.
She’s saved the world sixty five point four three times (that one time with Adam the Scooby Gang might have contributed around point five seven – and she’s kind of being generous really— in the world saving business, but it isn’t like she was totally out of the scene there).

Also this songcommentficathon at youcallitwinter's journal, because yay, fun! Also, let's try to make the word songcommentficathon happen.

The Tragic, Doomed, and Epic Life and Loves of Elizabeth Jean McKay by [livejournal.com profile] captanddeastar, SGA, mckay/sheppard kid!fic, how have I never read this before?! Faaaantastic.
"I just..." she tries to explain. "I...who will I be tragically in love with now? I am an amazing genius with beautiful blue eyes who fixes everything that goes wrong, and you are a handsome and rakish Air Force officer with spiky hair and a devil-may-care glint in your eye! It was the perfect formula! How could it go so wrong?!" Elizabeth throws her hands up in despair and confusion.

Lorne is laughing a little.

"Remember how you promised not to laugh?" Elizabeth says dangerously.


Blood in the Water, Fire in the Sky: A Love Story by [archiveofourown.org profile] ahab2692, teen wolf, derek/stiles, this is pretty goddamn epic. It moves really quickly and so in the beginning you have to kind of stretch to believe some of it (the progression of the Derek/Stiles particularly) but it just keeps getting better with each part. Interesting plot and the best explanation for What's Up With Lydia I've seen yet. Long, though, and warnings for character death - ~62,000 words total.
Stiles wipes his eyes, rubs at his nose. “You guys are the best thing in my life,” he says, open and honest and so heartbreakingly sincere that the sentiment doesn’t sound cliched or cheap. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Derek nods. “I know,” he murmurs. “But you never have to worry about that. Not from me. Not from any of us.”


My, What Large Teeth You Have by [archiveofourown.org profile] Elzebe, teen wolf, derek/stiles, there are, of course, a gazillion little red riding hood fics ALREADY but this one's my favorite because tropes! It twists them! Sexy and fun.
This is why I should stop being such a nice guy, thinks Stiles as he stares up into the face of an angry and criminally attractive guy that is definitely not Mr. Takehashi, the eighty year old agoraphobic that his dad sends Stiles over to deliver a casserole every week as an excuse to check up on him. This is also why I should convince Dad I need a taser.

and now genderbending!stiles! woo hoo read this one first: The Strong Scent of Evergreen by [archiveofourown.org profile] rubykatewriting, derek/stiles obvs, SO FREAKING SEXY AND PERFECT, MY HEART, IT GREW THREE SIZES
Lydia explains knotting over coffee, because that’s what their lives are now.

and then: In the Next Room by [archiveofourown.org profile] twentysomething, derek/stiles, includes the story and its pornquel, like she's all that but not as offensive and bonus werewolves!
"Okay, you are being super fucking crazy right now. It's not even your time of the month for another two weeks, no excuses." Stiles snaps. It's not her best zinging comeback but clearly it does something , because Derek is kissing her like they're going to die.

Complete Blank by [archiveofourown.org profile] rivkat, GROSSE POINTE BLANK FIC, THAT IS ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW, ignore how old this story is and how I'm just now catching on
In any event, Marcella took over the wedding planning with the air of a frustrated parent who'd watched her children struggle too long to make pictures with macaroni and tempera paint, and who'd swept the table clean to start again. In this analogy, she favored impasto. By the end of the week she had five different binders and signed contracts with a jazz band.

Manly Wedding Blog which is not a fic, but a blog about weddings, which is manly, and written by someone Kat Dennings like, went to high school with or something which is how I found it but whatever, it's pretty funny. In a dude way, you know.

Even a Miracle Needs a Hand by [archiveofourown.org profile] victoria_p, darcy lewis/clint barton (hawkeye), various avenger fandoms (LOOK CAN WE JUST CALL IT "AVENGERS FANDOM"? JESUS) this is adorable. Christmas!
"Who cares about that?" Tony asks through a mouthful of crumbs. "I want to know what these cookies mean. Are they, Sorry, We Didn't Get You a Pony, Darcy cookies or We're Running Off to Maui for the Holidays So You're On Your Own cookies or what?"

"No," Darcy says, looking up from where she's been texting furiously with her sister to confirm the terrible news. "These are You're Going to Be the Only Single Person at Christmas Dinner and Aunt Lucy Thinks You're Going to Die Old and Alone and Be Eaten By Cats preserves cookies."


That Keeps On Giving by [archiveofourown.org profile] mayachain, SGA McKay/Sheppard, look this makes me feel lots of feelings. I am still pissed off we don't get our movie that ends with everyone moving to a planet somewhere and living in a hut and building their own village and shit.
Radek does not need to see schematics that will show something thought unachievable transformed into something reachable. It is not hard to guess that whatever has caught the lunatic's imagination now, this time it will be something ultimately for the benefit of Colonel Sheppard. No-one in any of the known galaxies will ever, ever pour as much of his heart into something for Radek as Rodney McKay has already done for his team.
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first of all, run don't walk to this fic by [livejournal.com profile] geonncannon, written for me for the fandom free for all. It's a Community/Arrested Development crossover and do not drink any liquids while reading.

Then, go read Gloria Steinem's original Ms. article, "I Was a Playboy Bunny." Links to a .pdf file - original text! This is the most surreal, creepy, horrible thing ever. And why I just can not, not, not stand to watch shows like Pan Am or The Playboy Club.

"This is the part all the girls hate," said the doctor, and took blood from my arm for a Wassermann test. I told him that testing for venereal disease seemed a little ominous. "Don't be silly," he said, "all the employees have to do it. You'll know everyone in the club is clean." I said that their being clean didn't really affect me and that I objected to being put through these tests. Silence. He asked me to stand to "see if your legs are straight." "Okay," I said, "I have to have a Wassermann. But what about an internal examination? Is that required of waitresses in New York State?"

"What do you care?" he said. "It's free, and it's for everybody's good."

"How?" I asked.

"Look," he said impatiently, "we usually find that girls who object to it strenuously have some reason..." He paused significantly. I paused, too. I could either go through with it or I could march out in protest. But in protest of what?


[personal profile] akavertigo's newest addition to the pregnant werefox genre. She is so the prettiest girl at the prom.

This poem, by Sherman Alexie, entitled "Good Hair." I'm not sure why it's on a phone on my computer screen, but I recommend putting on some Nine Inch Nails or something while you read it. Poetry always needs music.
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[livejournal.com profile] reena_jenkins podficced "girl, you're like a weird vacation" and you can find it here. She has awesome covers! And a fanmix! I am very lucky.



I'm not sure how to articulate my feelings about today; like most Americans I have a story about where I was and what I was doing, even though I was 12 in 2001 and only peripherally aware of world events. I won't type any of it out because it feels a bit pointless to me, like making it about me when it really isn't about me (especially since I have no personal connection to New York at all).

But I realized today that I've been operating these past ten years with a sense of newness; as if 9/11 was the first day of my life, in a way. There are still times when I am surprised at how much time has passed, because I still feel as if the state of things in my country - the paranoia, the extreme patriotism, the emphasis on being a "real" American, prejudice against the Eastern world, you name it - as being relatively new. Despite the fact that it's not new, that it's been an entire decade and nothing about it is going to change overnight.

Being an American, I've found, is a lot like being in a fraternity. You constantly are challenged to prove your loyalty, often in juvenile and pointlessly ritualistic ways, and if you aren't incredibly enthusiastic about being a part of it, you feel this gross mix of guilt and discomfort, kind of like how you feel when you're 14 and have just said something really nasty to your mother. Then you feel indignant and pissed off that you feel like that, and since you're inundated with propaganda and mixed messages every single day of your life, you just keep getting more and more mixed up about it the longer you live, and eventually your own nationality becomes this swirling typhoon of contradictions.

So every country has baggage, and the US is no different. Our baggage is very arrogant, self-centered and hypocritical, and has a huge sense of entitlement and an overinflated self-worth. But along with that comes an unwavering strength, fortitude and innovation. Americans are diverse and beautiful and frustrating and as stupid as they are smart, and I think as long as I live I'm going to have feelings about this, but at the end of the day, this is my home and my heart will always live here. So I cried today, watching old news footage, and I'm not even PMSing, how about that.

There were a lot of fucking consequences because of 9/11, the most of important of which is that I, and others my age or younger, don't really remember a time when we weren't constantly on the defensive. That makes me indescribably sad, and angry, and a lot of other things, but mostly it makes me think of people like my friend Nadia, who doesn't tell people she's a Muslim until she trusts them, and Julia, who lost her father to Afghanistan in 2003. We all feel something about the way things are today - as much rage and fear as there is in the world, how could we not - but for Americans especially, 9/11 is the day that focuses it all for us, and makes us feel it all at once.

I don't really know where I'm going with this. Let's just keep our eyes open, yeah?
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[livejournal.com profile] reena_jenkins just podficced my story "Magical Lemonade" and you can check it out here! Yes, this is the second podfic for this story. I am a lucky, lucky cookie.

Go check it out! :)


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