Recs from September - November--Smallville, HP link, Stargate: Atlantis
I'm currently in the process of revamping my SGA recs site on my web page, and asked for input on my journal a few weeks ago. If you'd like to offer a suggestion, go here--there's a brief poll so I can try and gauge how best to go about this. *g*
Harry Potter
I still haven't managed to go through these, but hey, challenge archive links, always helpful *g*: 46 HP H/D fics right here. I love challenges like that--*stifles high pitched fangirl squeaking noises when nearly fifty fics appear all at once.* What a seriously cool idea.
So--Smallville. Haven't been in a big SV mood lately, so these are kind of few and far between. As in, um, two.
Smallville
No Matter What He Tells You, He's Not a Dolphin from mahaliem
*squeaks* Of course Clark falls for the plumber line.
Tied to the Wrist by thamiris. So I kind of pointedly said something like, hey, I miss your writing, hey, you said you wanted a challenge, hey, I happen to be running one! And Tham was all, fine, fine, I'll humor you. And did she EVER. This is--this is my happy, gleeful Smallville place right here, with Clark in college, and a Clark that is just this beautiful *goober*: There's rain on the window and when he raises his hand to touch the glass his fingers are blue. He killed a pen.
And then of course, great sex with--hmm. I just realized something. I think Thamiris writes my favorite last lines in stories. She just--has this way of pulling it all together at the end so you're left there sitting and swallowing and thinking, YEAH FUCK YEAH and just grinning to yourself like an idiot in the library because it's just so right.
Stargate: Atlantis
Keep in mind that most of what I rec on my syndicated feed, talkoncorners2 doesn't wind up on my LJ because of time constraints. If you don't want to miss something, I suggest keeping an eye on that feed. I'm trying to be a bit better about reccing these on my LJ as well though.
I am the most boring 22 (ETA: 23 now though!) year old ever sometimes but--I'm content with it. *grins*
Friend No. 1: Madelyn! You're finally not working Friday nights! We're going out to dinner! Let's go!
Me: Aww, no thanks honey. Lots of stuff to do tonight.
Friend No. 2: Madelyn! Come out to Bar No. 1 with us! Then we'll go to Bar No. 2! And possibly Bar No. 3!
Me: Oh, I have to work tomorrow, it's cool, it's cool.
Friend No. 3: Madelyn! We're going to a movie! Wanna come?
Me: *thinking* Okay, will you all stop calling me? I'm trying to read porn here. Aloud: Oh, thanks sweetie--I'm just settled in for the night.
Mom: Let's go out to a movie!
Me: How about you go to a movie, and I'll sit here and read po--I mean, no, no, you go have fun. I'm sick. *manages a small pathetic cough*
Mom: Well, I should stay home with you then.
Me: No, no, no. I'm just going to sit here with my mini pizzas and my po--my Sun Drop. *dismissive wave*
Mom: *goes*
Me: *reads stories* *settles into desk chair with a blanket and--*
Me: *adores/worships basingstoke*
Land Shark, Gen--This is just--so cute, so funny.
He put both hands on the dash and talked to the jumper as directly as he could. Jumper? Baby? Light of my life?
John+Atlantis=OTP OTP OTP FOR THE AGES.
And read this one the other night--Euler's Jewel
Math porn! Math porn!
"Because it's perfect," John said. "One! Zero! e! i! π! You can do anything with that. That's the foundation of math. It's--it's like *truth*.
I'll go be a melty puddle of goo on my bedroom floor right now, thank you. *flicks lighter quietly in Basingstoke's honor*
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This is a really brilliant series from thisisbone and--well, like I told her, she has basically single-handedly sold me on John/Ronon. (We've established how I'm basically not a huge OTP girl in SGA, right? How I'm all about John being happy even if stars are going nova and there is burning rain everywhere else, so long as John is happy, Madelyn is happy? We're starting to? Great!)
Anyway--uh.
Sheppard fucks much the way he leads -- from the front and a little out of control.
These are just so *cool*, I love what she's doing with Ronon; I love what John himself gets out of the relationship.
Revelation Series--you'll find that the Pudding series is on that page as well. Good times to be had all over the place here.
She also wrote an utterly fantastic missing scene of my "It Stops Being Funny at Skirts", Skirting the Issue, featuring Girl!John/Ronon, and it cracked me up and filled me with giddy glee. And was also very, very hot. Reaaaaaadddd! Like I said, this woman pretty much single-handedly sold me on Ronon for the *show*, so I was kinda thrilled she wanted to write something in my own little story there. *g*
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If I didn't link to this, I would be a horrible human being--
SGA Characters into Animals! by lcsbanana
Featuring Baby Turtle Rodney! (and more! so many more.)
"This is incredibly weird," John said, because it was.
McKay spent another few minutes arranging his pebbles. When he was finished, he pushed himself into the water with his little turtle legs and swam to the other end of the tank.
John leaned in closer and blinked. The pebbles were arranged into letters. The sentence was cramped but clear, and read: I HATE YOU ALL. "Huh," he said.
"Is that writing?" Ronon asked. He and Teyla were both squinting at it curiously.
"Oh," John said. "Yeah. It's writing. Apparently, he's still himself."
You know you want it.
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I have a small confession to make. I--have somehow become a Ronon/Elizabeth shipper. (In addition to the Ronon/John shipping. I'm--I'm easy. You give me a good story, I'll go for the pairing here.) I don't know how that happened either, but--wait, yeah, I do. It's tielan's fault for writing this cracky, cracky WiP based on Anne Bishop's Black Jewels trilogy. This story has been completed after I originally recced this. Ronon's the warrior purchased by Queen Elizabeth of Atlantis Territory. It's--fun! It's *entertaining*. I *bite my nails*, wondering ooooh, what the heck is going on with Teyla and Sora and OMG John and then I spend the rest of my time waiting for Elizabeth and Ronon to just have sex already.
I love stories like that. Don't you love stories like that?
He wasn't even aware he'd used a psychic thread to cast the words at her until her eyes widened and her smile died.
I don't want your soul. Burning truth and fierce passion in her words, and a disgust that was as painful as a blade in the heart.
Then she gathered her skirts and turned her back on him, striding away from the slave she'd just bought as a hearth-witch purchases meat.
And Ronan watched her go and wondered why he couldn't breathe.
Full Story, Chapters 1-17
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I--am I the last person to know about this story? I felt like I must have been, because I just kinda went, eh, another SGA story and clicked on it, not really having--you know, expectations or anything because you get a little jaded after spending a couple days reading nothing but HP mpreg fics that are utterly horrifying and make more sense if you replace the words 'Harry' and 'Draco' with 'Random Guy Named Bob' and 'Random Guy Named Chuck'. So anyway, I was all, *lalalala fine reading reading hmm I wonder if there are more cookies in the kitchen or do I actually have to bake them* and then WHAMMO.
Oh my God. This story is *so cool*. It's--it's AU, freaking awesome dialogue, great characterizations (especially good looks at O'Neill and Bates) A WICKEDLY NEAT PLOT with fighting and cliffhangers that make me shiver here in giddy glee.
I'm sorry. I feel like I'm babbling, even though it is at least blessedly brief babbling. I'm just an AU whore, but you all know this.
*returns to sitting in desk chair all high pitched whee! whee! OMG whee! sounds coming out*
Rodney folded his arms, sighing. "I'm not sure how he knows which to do, either. There might be an algorithm-- Just try switching back and forth at random." He still remembered the science team's initial reaction to finding out that a) life-sucking alien vampires ruled Pegasus and humans were their only food source, b) Colonel Sumner and several other members of their military escort were already MIA, c) Beckett had lab cultures that were older than the Lieutenant d) and the Major was That Guy. That Guy who had joined the expedition at the last minute, who looked more like a model for International Male than a military officer, who was only here because he had the Ancient gene. That Guy who had never seen a stargate before. Then everybody had come back from the hive ship except Sumner and one of the Athosians, and that and a thousand other life or death situations had made That Guy into Major Oh Thank God He's Here. He took a sharp breath. "They had him up there again today. Every time they take him out of that cell, I think about Ford, and--"
"Don't," Teyla said sharply. "They will keep the Major alive. They hope to use him against Dr. Weir."
Oh. Oh. Oh, and *this part*:
They had taken Jack's radio for "security" reasons, and Donner insisted the nearest comm system capable of transmitting to an orbiting ship was in the gateroom, which was a million flights of stairs up in the central tower, because the "mutineers" had managed to shut down most of the auxiliary systems, including the elevators. Jack knew he was being sidelined away from Sheppard, but he had to warn the Daedalus about the Wraith, which fricking ate people and that was really all he needed at this point in his career. And his knees hurt on these damn stairs. And Donner was a goddamn bastard, and Gaines was the kind of officer that always made Jack want to count the female airmen to make sure none of them were tied up in a closet anywhere. And he kept seeing little examples of what Atlantis' normal everyday life had been like that made him want to pound Donner's head against the nearest pretty copper-colored wall until something cracked. Things like a whiteboard tacked up in a stairwell with scribbled notes about scheduling personal transport to the mainland and the Marines vs. Archeology volleyball game scores and whoever had borrowed the potometer please return it to Dr. Ivanov in Biology Lab 4 immediately.
*whimpers low*
Retrograde by ltlj.
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Grass Tatters by giddygeek.
There wasn't any music and Sheppard's lap dances weren't all that great.
Oh come on. Like you aren't going to read with that line.
Hands-On Science by nindulgence. See John and Rodney meet in Canada at a science center years and years ago in high school. See John impress Rodney with his utterly brilliant, hot little self. See PEN PALS FOREVAAAA born. This story is Just. So. Cute. And I harbor a not-so-secret (well, now anyway), yearning for *more*.
The Best Things in Life Are Free, WiP by smittywing. Hey, what do you know--another HS AU! Rodney offers John money to pretend to be his friend for a month after John puts a dent into his father's car and needs the cash. Up to three sections now.
This is the stuff I bite my fist and coo at, people. Also, it gave me such a Smallville moment because--boy with telescope will *always* have the Clark association. *grins*
Atlantis in Tatters by ekaterinn. This story totally made my eyes well up. This sucker hurts. And wow, what a great close.
Experiment by resonant8. I think a quote is appropriate here: "I said, yes," Rodney says. "I do in fact lie around thinking about things to do to you."
*paws weakly at screen* Wow.
Something Wicked by trinityofone. I read this at three a.m. And then I had to walk around with my back to solid objects because I kept feeling like something was watching me. And then I went to bed and clutched at my body pillow and tried to think happy thoughts and proceeded to have some weird nightmare about a circus collapsing in on itself.
*cackles* Yeah, have fun with that one.
Given a Choice, It Would Always Be Sunday by godofwine. This story has one of the neatest structures I've seen in a good while. Just--this is a really cool, solid read. Vonnegut! Yay!
Art, or also, I guess "The spaggel category this time around--
This art meme thread over on spaggel's journal has reminded me why SGA is such fun crack.
My particular favorites, (but check out the whole post!)--
John and Rodney riding nakedly on a unicorn in the forest!
And the one she made for me (*preens not so quietly*) Aliens made John strip!--or, specifically the Wraith decided it was time to make John get naked rather than try and eat him, which strikes me as sensible. Check out the keen *motion lines*. *dies*
This drawing by spaggel made me smile a *lot* the night I found it. Based on astolat's awesome, awesome story Touch.
So. Cute. *eeeeeees*
Harry Potter
I still haven't managed to go through these, but hey, challenge archive links, always helpful *g*: 46 HP H/D fics right here. I love challenges like that--*stifles high pitched fangirl squeaking noises when nearly fifty fics appear all at once.* What a seriously cool idea.
So--Smallville. Haven't been in a big SV mood lately, so these are kind of few and far between. As in, um, two.
Smallville
No Matter What He Tells You, He's Not a Dolphin from mahaliem
*squeaks* Of course Clark falls for the plumber line.
Tied to the Wrist by thamiris. So I kind of pointedly said something like, hey, I miss your writing, hey, you said you wanted a challenge, hey, I happen to be running one! And Tham was all, fine, fine, I'll humor you. And did she EVER. This is--this is my happy, gleeful Smallville place right here, with Clark in college, and a Clark that is just this beautiful *goober*: There's rain on the window and when he raises his hand to touch the glass his fingers are blue. He killed a pen.
And then of course, great sex with--hmm. I just realized something. I think Thamiris writes my favorite last lines in stories. She just--has this way of pulling it all together at the end so you're left there sitting and swallowing and thinking, YEAH FUCK YEAH and just grinning to yourself like an idiot in the library because it's just so right.
Stargate: Atlantis
Keep in mind that most of what I rec on my syndicated feed, talkoncorners2 doesn't wind up on my LJ because of time constraints. If you don't want to miss something, I suggest keeping an eye on that feed. I'm trying to be a bit better about reccing these on my LJ as well though.
I am the most boring 22 (ETA: 23 now though!) year old ever sometimes but--I'm content with it. *grins*
Friend No. 1: Madelyn! You're finally not working Friday nights! We're going out to dinner! Let's go!
Me: Aww, no thanks honey. Lots of stuff to do tonight.
Friend No. 2: Madelyn! Come out to Bar No. 1 with us! Then we'll go to Bar No. 2! And possibly Bar No. 3!
Me: Oh, I have to work tomorrow, it's cool, it's cool.
Friend No. 3: Madelyn! We're going to a movie! Wanna come?
Me: *thinking* Okay, will you all stop calling me? I'm trying to read porn here. Aloud: Oh, thanks sweetie--I'm just settled in for the night.
Mom: Let's go out to a movie!
Me: How about you go to a movie, and I'll sit here and read po--I mean, no, no, you go have fun. I'm sick. *manages a small pathetic cough*
Mom: Well, I should stay home with you then.
Me: No, no, no. I'm just going to sit here with my mini pizzas and my po--my Sun Drop. *dismissive wave*
Mom: *goes*
Me: *reads stories* *settles into desk chair with a blanket and--*
Me: *adores/worships basingstoke*
Land Shark, Gen--This is just--so cute, so funny.
He put both hands on the dash and talked to the jumper as directly as he could. Jumper? Baby? Light of my life?
John+Atlantis=OTP OTP OTP FOR THE AGES.
And read this one the other night--Euler's Jewel
Math porn! Math porn!
"Because it's perfect," John said. "One! Zero! e! i! π! You can do anything with that. That's the foundation of math. It's--it's like *truth*.
I'll go be a melty puddle of goo on my bedroom floor right now, thank you. *flicks lighter quietly in Basingstoke's honor*
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This is a really brilliant series from thisisbone and--well, like I told her, she has basically single-handedly sold me on John/Ronon. (We've established how I'm basically not a huge OTP girl in SGA, right? How I'm all about John being happy even if stars are going nova and there is burning rain everywhere else, so long as John is happy, Madelyn is happy? We're starting to? Great!)
Anyway--uh.
Sheppard fucks much the way he leads -- from the front and a little out of control.
These are just so *cool*, I love what she's doing with Ronon; I love what John himself gets out of the relationship.
Revelation Series--you'll find that the Pudding series is on that page as well. Good times to be had all over the place here.
She also wrote an utterly fantastic missing scene of my "It Stops Being Funny at Skirts", Skirting the Issue, featuring Girl!John/Ronon, and it cracked me up and filled me with giddy glee. And was also very, very hot. Reaaaaaadddd! Like I said, this woman pretty much single-handedly sold me on Ronon for the *show*, so I was kinda thrilled she wanted to write something in my own little story there. *g*
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If I didn't link to this, I would be a horrible human being--
SGA Characters into Animals! by lcsbanana
Featuring Baby Turtle Rodney! (and more! so many more.)
"This is incredibly weird," John said, because it was.
McKay spent another few minutes arranging his pebbles. When he was finished, he pushed himself into the water with his little turtle legs and swam to the other end of the tank.
John leaned in closer and blinked. The pebbles were arranged into letters. The sentence was cramped but clear, and read: I HATE YOU ALL. "Huh," he said.
"Is that writing?" Ronon asked. He and Teyla were both squinting at it curiously.
"Oh," John said. "Yeah. It's writing. Apparently, he's still himself."
You know you want it.
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I have a small confession to make. I--have somehow become a Ronon/Elizabeth shipper. (In addition to the Ronon/John shipping. I'm--I'm easy. You give me a good story, I'll go for the pairing here.) I don't know how that happened either, but--wait, yeah, I do. It's tielan's fault for writing this cracky, cracky WiP based on Anne Bishop's Black Jewels trilogy. This story has been completed after I originally recced this. Ronon's the warrior purchased by Queen Elizabeth of Atlantis Territory. It's--fun! It's *entertaining*. I *bite my nails*, wondering ooooh, what the heck is going on with Teyla and Sora and OMG John and then I spend the rest of my time waiting for Elizabeth and Ronon to just have sex already.
I love stories like that. Don't you love stories like that?
He wasn't even aware he'd used a psychic thread to cast the words at her until her eyes widened and her smile died.
I don't want your soul. Burning truth and fierce passion in her words, and a disgust that was as painful as a blade in the heart.
Then she gathered her skirts and turned her back on him, striding away from the slave she'd just bought as a hearth-witch purchases meat.
And Ronan watched her go and wondered why he couldn't breathe.
Full Story, Chapters 1-17
*
I--am I the last person to know about this story? I felt like I must have been, because I just kinda went, eh, another SGA story and clicked on it, not really having--you know, expectations or anything because you get a little jaded after spending a couple days reading nothing but HP mpreg fics that are utterly horrifying and make more sense if you replace the words 'Harry' and 'Draco' with 'Random Guy Named Bob' and 'Random Guy Named Chuck'. So anyway, I was all, *lalalala fine reading reading hmm I wonder if there are more cookies in the kitchen or do I actually have to bake them* and then WHAMMO.
Oh my God. This story is *so cool*. It's--it's AU, freaking awesome dialogue, great characterizations (especially good looks at O'Neill and Bates) A WICKEDLY NEAT PLOT with fighting and cliffhangers that make me shiver here in giddy glee.
I'm sorry. I feel like I'm babbling, even though it is at least blessedly brief babbling. I'm just an AU whore, but you all know this.
*returns to sitting in desk chair all high pitched whee! whee! OMG whee! sounds coming out*
Rodney folded his arms, sighing. "I'm not sure how he knows which to do, either. There might be an algorithm-- Just try switching back and forth at random." He still remembered the science team's initial reaction to finding out that a) life-sucking alien vampires ruled Pegasus and humans were their only food source, b) Colonel Sumner and several other members of their military escort were already MIA, c) Beckett had lab cultures that were older than the Lieutenant d) and the Major was That Guy. That Guy who had joined the expedition at the last minute, who looked more like a model for International Male than a military officer, who was only here because he had the Ancient gene. That Guy who had never seen a stargate before. Then everybody had come back from the hive ship except Sumner and one of the Athosians, and that and a thousand other life or death situations had made That Guy into Major Oh Thank God He's Here. He took a sharp breath. "They had him up there again today. Every time they take him out of that cell, I think about Ford, and--"
"Don't," Teyla said sharply. "They will keep the Major alive. They hope to use him against Dr. Weir."
Oh. Oh. Oh, and *this part*:
They had taken Jack's radio for "security" reasons, and Donner insisted the nearest comm system capable of transmitting to an orbiting ship was in the gateroom, which was a million flights of stairs up in the central tower, because the "mutineers" had managed to shut down most of the auxiliary systems, including the elevators. Jack knew he was being sidelined away from Sheppard, but he had to warn the Daedalus about the Wraith, which fricking ate people and that was really all he needed at this point in his career. And his knees hurt on these damn stairs. And Donner was a goddamn bastard, and Gaines was the kind of officer that always made Jack want to count the female airmen to make sure none of them were tied up in a closet anywhere. And he kept seeing little examples of what Atlantis' normal everyday life had been like that made him want to pound Donner's head against the nearest pretty copper-colored wall until something cracked. Things like a whiteboard tacked up in a stairwell with scribbled notes about scheduling personal transport to the mainland and the Marines vs. Archeology volleyball game scores and whoever had borrowed the potometer please return it to Dr. Ivanov in Biology Lab 4 immediately.
*whimpers low*
Retrograde by ltlj.
*
Grass Tatters by giddygeek.
There wasn't any music and Sheppard's lap dances weren't all that great.
Oh come on. Like you aren't going to read with that line.
Hands-On Science by nindulgence. See John and Rodney meet in Canada at a science center years and years ago in high school. See John impress Rodney with his utterly brilliant, hot little self. See PEN PALS FOREVAAAA born. This story is Just. So. Cute. And I harbor a not-so-secret (well, now anyway), yearning for *more*.
The Best Things in Life Are Free, WiP by smittywing. Hey, what do you know--another HS AU! Rodney offers John money to pretend to be his friend for a month after John puts a dent into his father's car and needs the cash. Up to three sections now.
This is the stuff I bite my fist and coo at, people. Also, it gave me such a Smallville moment because--boy with telescope will *always* have the Clark association. *grins*
Atlantis in Tatters by ekaterinn. This story totally made my eyes well up. This sucker hurts. And wow, what a great close.
Experiment by resonant8. I think a quote is appropriate here: "I said, yes," Rodney says. "I do in fact lie around thinking about things to do to you."
*paws weakly at screen* Wow.
Something Wicked by trinityofone. I read this at three a.m. And then I had to walk around with my back to solid objects because I kept feeling like something was watching me. And then I went to bed and clutched at my body pillow and tried to think happy thoughts and proceeded to have some weird nightmare about a circus collapsing in on itself.
*cackles* Yeah, have fun with that one.
Given a Choice, It Would Always Be Sunday by godofwine. This story has one of the neatest structures I've seen in a good while. Just--this is a really cool, solid read. Vonnegut! Yay!
Art, or also, I guess "The spaggel category this time around--
This art meme thread over on spaggel's journal has reminded me why SGA is such fun crack.
My particular favorites, (but check out the whole post!)--
John and Rodney riding nakedly on a unicorn in the forest!
And the one she made for me (*preens not so quietly*) Aliens made John strip!--or, specifically the Wraith decided it was time to make John get naked rather than try and eat him, which strikes me as sensible. Check out the keen *motion lines*. *dies*
This drawing by spaggel made me smile a *lot* the night I found it. Based on astolat's awesome, awesome story Touch.
So. Cute. *eeeeeees*