Recs from February and March (SV, ST:TOS, T:SCC, QaF, Heroes, SPN RPS, LotR RPS, SGA, Alias)

Apr 02, 2008 21:59

Vids -

Objection by talitha78 - Smallville, Clark/Lex. A SV vid with S6 and S7 clips! I have loved that song for years, and it's wonderfully suited for this vid. Lex is at his angsty, dramatic (and hilarious) best. Twist in the wind, Lex! Twiiiiiist. *glee*

White Rabbit, Star Trek, TOS. This cracked me up so much. Summary: A comedy crackvid about the TOS crew (mainly Kirk, Spock & McCoy) to Jefferson Airplane's "White Rabbit". In no way am I implying anything about their use of mind-altering substances. *cough*wellmaybealittle*cough* It's a beautiful thing and you really, really should watch this.

Paris Is Burning by serrico, Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles. I didn't really get into this about halfway through, but then it was like boom-boom-boom, and you're nodding your head and going YES and YES oh SHOW.

Human Behavior by halcyon_shift, Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles. Really *fantastic* editing. I generally hate Bjork's music, but wow, was that ever a perfect song for this fandom.

The really fun thing is that both these vids end on essentially the same clip choice. It's one of my favorite show moments, despite the fact that I still don't quite understand what it meant (and I don't think we're able to understand at this point in canon.) It's just--really neat to see these two vids building to that same moment, in a way. Good, good stuff. *crushes vids to chest*

Art -

Rodney McKay, fanart by blackboggart

Fic, Various Fandoms -

No More Ugly Naked Guy by darksylvia. QaF/Friends crossover. 1236 words. The second time they saw Hot Naked Guy, Phoebe was over, serenading Monica and Rachel with the song she'd just written, entitled "Ducks are Deadly" about the duck that had attacked her in the park.

A Newtonian Co-Dependence by scribblinlenore. Heroes, Peter/Nathan. 2121 words. Ambition rattles around in the Petrelli DNA, and Peter has none of the practicality that keeps the rest of his family safely moored to earthly endeavors.

The Love Song of Gabriel "Sylar" Gray by hackthis. Heroes, Mohinder/Sylar. 1139 words. Oh, this is so my Sylar. There might be loud purring when one reads this story. At night, Mohinder calls Sylar's name, and he knows this because both Gabriel and Sylar are very much attuned to Mohinder's whereabouts: when he's sleeping, when he's eating, when he's excited or tired or jerking off in the shower and trying to muffle the noise.

Solipsism by handsomespeck. Heroes, Sylar/Mohinder. 2989 words. Hmm. So that was totally evil. And interesting. And evil. Heed the warnings. (Or if you're like me with this pairing, embrace the warnings.)

Break by ladyvader. Heroes, Gen, approaching Sylar/Mohinder. 1543 words. This woman wrote the one and only story that ever made me actually cry in HP fandom. (Okay, fine, not the only story, but the only *good* story that made me cry. Semantics!) I was naturally elated at seeing her name pop up over at mylar_fic. In which Mohinder breaks a drugged Sylar out of the Company's clutches. I like Mohinder best when he's plotty and ruthless. And I like Sylar best when he's killing annoying people and heading home for Mohinder. This fic features both!

More Than You Know by nutkin. SPN RPS, J2. 3602 words. J2 roadtrip fic. Between you, you have: four parents, three girlfriends, an almost-fiancée, a movie about a painter, a movie about a sandwich shop, $30K in a bank account, a case of Corona and a pack of Doublemint. That's what they start out at the beginning of the fic; what they have by the end of it is just a...smidgen different. What a gleeful story!

Negative Exposure by cynical_terror and undrockroll. Viggo/Orlando, LotR RPS. 4227 words. And now, for some classic voyerusism. A girl finds a tape of Viggo and Orlando. Crazy amounts of hotness. Would pay for the tape on ebay. Would pay a *lot* for the tape on ebay.

The Forest People by seperis. SGA, Sheppard/McKay. 8541 words. Mmmmm freaky. But also, hot. He can still hear the beat of drums, matching the hard beat of his heart, and catching his breath, Rodney keeps running.

Endless Winter Mile by Brix. Alias, Sark/Sydney. 50949 words. Wonderfully disturbing and delicious. Read your fic warnings if such things matter to you!

Before it happened, Sydney was the kind of girl who would spend her warmer evenings jogging to take her mind off of work, off of case files and government responsibilities and inner-office intrigue; or to stop thinking about her mother (or her father, lately, all things considered). Before it happened, Sydney was the kind of girl who was content alone, who had found her place with the world, who had finally let go of the man she loved.

After it happened, Sydney wasn’t any of those things, because there were no books, or glasses, or case files.

After the sky fell, there was nothing.

Smallville -

I feel like posting a few of my 'older' SV recs, because I know a lot of you more recent to SV probably haven't had the chance to read *everything*. *g* And when I say 'well-written' characterizations, pls to keep in mind I wrote most of these recs back before S4. And as such, are in keeping with the times.

So, some of my all-time favorite SV stories:

Omiai by toomuchplor, 104,000 words: Twists and turns abound, along with some great sex scenes and wonderful Lex and Clark characterizations. Just a stellar read all around. Give yourself a few hours though when you sit down and read this. You won't be able to put it away. Sequel: The Sink That Ate Christmas (3,500 words)

Macellum by rheasilvia, 19,000 words: One of my favorite AU's of all time. Inversion fic--Clark is Lex's brother; and *wow*, how much would I have given for a sequel to this? I think a lot. Sylvia teased mercilessly with this story and then Livia messed with my head more with Altville (Unfinished years ago, but absolutely still worth the read.) It turns out that I have a huge love for inversion fics like this and "Macellum" will cause you to have one too.

Smallville might be Lian's Macellum, but it was Lex's Gaul. Come back with your shield or on it - and if you do come back victorious, make sure to bring your army, because the Emperor does not like competition.

If he wanted to see Rome again, a Caesar in Gaul needed allies. At this point in time, theoretically at least, Lex was available for an alliance, even a long-term one. If Lian played his cards right. If Lex was at all interested...

Of course he would be interested. He'd have to be an utter fool not to be. Lian would make a very serviceable army, after all.

The silence stretched. Lian wondered why he'd never before noticed how slim and... well, slinky Lex's hips were.

Damn it, this was not helping.

Conflicts of Interest by rageprufrock, 56,000 words: I sat and audienced most, if not all of this, but sitting down and reading the whole thing is a wonderful experience. I was a fourth of the way in when I started cooing audibly, I think. I am in *love* with this child. This is the story of Conner, Clark and Lex's son, and he is every *inch* their son in this story. It's adorable, and heart-wrenching, and suspenseful all rolled up in one brilliant, amazing, fun read. You'll just--this just makes me insanely HAPPY. The "I just want to go up and give people scary big hugs" kind of happy as fic this good is wont to do.

An absolute must read, and not because I held the "metaphorical knife to her metaphorical throat" or whatever nonsense she says that I made her write this. The conversations between me and her listing all the times she tried to prostitute that boy off might lessen us in your eyes, but we're okay with that. Sequels: Visiting Hours (35,200 words) and Arc (in progress)

Le Dormeur du Val by pun, 13,300 words: So this story should give you hope for a few reasons. One of which would be that she started writing this in Season Two and kept at it through the years. I vaguely recall seeing comments in her journal saying "You need to finish Sleepy Clark!" "Punny! Finish that story! It's sooooogoooood."

And those people were *so* right. I was holding my breath through the whole middle section of this, it was just that beautiful. Then I was getting pissed off right along with Lex, and I found myself vaguely wanting Clark to don some kind of black superhero costume and just freak all of Metropolis out and juggle a bomb or something.

A wonderful, wonderful read.

Manifest Destiny by liviapenn, 24,200 words: This story sucked me into being like--a participatory type person on LJ. So y'all can sort of blame Livia for that. She's utterly brilliant, and there are so many scenes in this story that kill me. I used to use this as a highly effective reward system for doing my papers. Every such-and-such an amount of time/words, I'd get to refresh Livia's journal to see if a new section was up. One time my computer died and all I could load were chat windows, and I called up a friend of mine to get on AIM, copy the whole chapter for me and send it through the window. *That's* how *good* this story is. To this day, I still get shivers picturing him in that tight black suit...*trails off*

It's crack in its purest form.

But Brainiac hadn't infiltrated the Watchtower in order to gain access to the JLA.

It had wanted access to their files. And it had found what it needed: a human in a position of power over other humans, with access to technology and communications equipment. A human who was physiologically far above normal, but not publicly known to be so. An unnaturally resilient body, resistant to illness and quick to repair itself physically in case of injury. It was all documented in the JLA's files, with a special addendum added by Kal-El for the eyes of selected comrades only.

Kryptonite mutation.

It was almost ironic, that Brainiac should have created its own escape route, all those years ago. Had Brainiac not been a bodiless intelligence... it might possibly have smiled.


No Darker Than Yours by rivkat, 51,100 words: WOW. I am *in love* with this story. Halfway through the story, here's a little preview of what you can expect:

*clears throat*

Oooh, that’s hot. Hey. Wait. That’s the wrong pairi--*narrows eyes*--but!
Bruce! Eeeeeee, he knows!
Lex *warned* you, buddy.
But-but-Lex-and-what? Wait. No, what?
NOOOOOOOO! I don’t *believe* you, Rivka! *cries*
BATARANG YAY!
And then *stifled voice* and there, so you see how that happened, OMFG!

This is just an incredibly cool detailed piece with deft juggling of three separate points of view.

Promise by Ruby, 23,200 words: Long read, excellent detail work, well-written characterizations. Protective Clark, generally wonderful Lex.

"I did it," Clark declared holding his diploma and bouncing up and down in front of his friend.

"Yeah, you did," Lex agreed smiling at the aborted hug he could tell Clark wanted to give him.

Lex let out a long-suffering sigh that clearly said he was going to do something he should be sainted for. "Congratulations and..."

"And?" Clark prompted.

"Wanna hug?" he asked opening his arms.

Not giving Lex time to change his mind Clark stepped into carefully guarded personal-space and wrapped him in a hug that was sure to leave bruises. Laughing and not feeling as uncomfortable as he thought he would Lex found himself patting Clark's back and sternly telling him it wasn't nice to crush the billionaire.

Obviously not taking him seriously because of the snickering Clark let go but not before he gave one last squeeze that had Lex coughing. Lex was ready to break into a stream of curses about possible assault charges when Lana and Chloe ran up with matching smiles.

"Cool. Rich guy giving out hugs," Chloe announced launching herself at Lex.

Sequel: Not Yet (47,500 words.)

Three Fairytales of Smallville by Koi, 7300 words. Varying levels of glorious creepy, and more Lex and Clark as brothers fic.

Lex sat there silently, considering his options.

Lionel said, "I know you've got the killer instinct, Lex. You keep burying it. I won't tolerate that any more."

He stood, and Lex stood as well. "Morituri te salutamus," said Lex ironically, giving a sketchy bow. We who are about to die salute you.

Lionel recognized the ritual response of the gladiator about to enter the arena, and he laughed, pleased. Lex watched him as he walked out of the room.

Somewhere I Have Never Traveled by seperis, Over 100,000 words for the whole 'verse, and I think my favorite story universe in the fandom. I didn't read it when she was posting it as a WiP, and sometimes I still say, hey, thanks God, for that one because I don't know that I could've taken the suspense. This one blew my mind, and there is a *sequel*. And a *prequel* and other stories *in-between*. *dazed* Somewhere is 400K of some incredibly *fantastic* plot. Clark decides he's going to become human, but wouldn't you just know that his timing leaves a lot to be desired? Lois is terrific, Lex is --well, he's *Lex*, which is the highest compliment you can pay an author, isn't it? Hot and thrilling, and then you get to read the sequels. And the prequel.

"I wanted you when I met you," Lex whispers. "I wanted you when you were my friend, when you were my enemy, when I hated you, and when I fought you. Nothing's ever changed between us but our battlefields. You know that."

"You think because I'm human--" Can he accept this? Maybe he already has. Somehow, when he hadn't even known he was doing it.

"The war's over, isn't it?" Both hands on his knees, spreading his legs effortlessly. Clark thinks he should pull away. He can't quite make himself do it. "You can write your articles about me and you can argue with me and you can fight with me and anything else you want to do, and maybe you'll even change my mind, but you'll be here and you'll be mine when you do it."

(Other stories in this universe: Rising, Gladly Beyond, Still Life, Take You There. All can be found in the link above.)

The Same River by isagel, 8,000 words. You know how one story can sell you on a whole theme unexpectedly? This was that story for me. Alien!Clark (kinda redundant to type that, I know), perfect reactions, incredible sex, great story. I had one issue with the reasoning behind Clark leaving Lex in the first place, but I think that was my post-Asylum hatred of Lionel talking.

"Lex." His body sings the name, vibrant with recognition, but his mind is still in control and the wave of yearning leaves his lips as anger. "What do you want?"

Lex's tone is matter of fact, unreadable in all too familiar ways.

"I saw you at the press conference today. You were gnawing on your pen."

"I'm a reporter, remember? Pens are in the job description."

A short, exasperated sigh on the other end of the line, and Clark can tell this is going to be one of those conversations where Lex lets nothing slide. If there's anything he needs less right now, he can't think what it might be.

"It's been one-hundred and eighty-nine days, Clark. And I know the signs."

"The signs are none of your business anymore."

Past Grief by thete1, 24,500 words. ( Te's Past Grief Commentary) One of the first stories I ever read in this fandom, and I think the fact that I read all the traumatizing fic first helped my staying power. At a certain point you get to that pinnacle of: Oh, just--*bring* it, Smallville. You can't do jack shit anymore.

And then you hit something like "Bound", but eh. You win some, you lose some. Fantastic, mind-blowing story that stayed with me.

He remembers that it was Lex who'd said it first: "You're alone."

He remembers that it wasn't enough of a question.

A statement of fact, accompanied by the most fascinating look of horrified wonder. Lex's hands had cupped one of his own, and Clark remembers their warmth and surprising hardness.

He was always surprised by Lex's hardness back then. It just hadn't fit with the rest, even when it seemed like it should.

He doesn't quite remember what Lex had said, because so much of his hearing had been focused on the steady, maddening beeps and hisses of all the equipment surrounding his mother.

His mother.

Prophet of Eden by destina, 20,000 words. It's a time travel story (pay attention to the dates--pay attention to the whole thing because this one will make you work for it) and it's done superbly well. It's creepy and brilliant and you won't want to miss it. So many temptations for Lex, how can he possibly do this right? So--this is (and brace yourself for a patented 'nutshell' review by yours truly here) what happens when Lex goes back to the past to try and change things for the better, and it all doesn't go quite the way he anticipated.

"I'd say that's an old logic problem - you know, everything I say is the truth, everything I say is a lie - whatever. And I'd say I'm too tired to figure out what you're trying to tell me."

"It's complicated."

"Use small words."

Now Lex did laugh, and Clark laughed too, because he liked hearing Lex laugh.

"Fine." The laughing tone disappeared, and something much colder seeped in. "I'm a lying bastard, Clark, and pretty soon, I'm going to start trying to seduce you. Probably tomorrow, probably after you have a fight with your father. And the worst part is, after I've had you for a while, I'm going to forget all about how much I love you, and I'm going to start playing with your mind."

The Butterfly Effect by spike21, 12,000 words. Post Hourglass fic of magic.

The Kents' house looks as warm and yellow as Christmas inside but he can't stop shivering.

Some kind of anticholinergic reaction or... no, he's sweating so much, maybe... Fuck it. He's poisoned, he knows that. Can only wonder how permanent the damage is. How much fluid his body can throw off before he goes into shock and if he's going to be lucky enough for it to happen before the Kents can catch on and send him out into the cornfield.

Wait, not 'cornfield'...

Cornyard.

Boneyard. Bonefield. Graveyard.

The Proposition by swanswan, 4,000 words. I love this story! I love this author! I love the ending! I love everything here!

"Clark. Everyone comes on to you. That's how it goes. You go out in public; people hit on you. You have to be used to it by now."

Quick dart of... something... at that. Not pleasure. No. The uncomfortable, suppressed cousin of pleasure.

"She offered me a million dollars to sleep with her."

Clark held his breath and waited, eyes on the bright columns of the Electro-Com towers across town. Waited for Lex's reaction. Waited for...

...laughter. Lex was laughing. Clark turned wounded eyes on him.

smallville, spn rps, lord of the rings, queer as folk us, star trek, sarah connor chronicles, alias, heroes, batman, vids, stargate atlantis

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