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by holyshamoly (holyshamoly)
at February 6th, 2010 (06:14 pm)

So, it's been a while, but I've decided to revive this place, as I really adore giving recs. I now have a del.icio.us account, where I tag any fics that I've read that I think are worth giving a look. That said, the ones that I have the potential to rec here are probably the ones tagged 'fav'. It's not the most organized account (as I'm not the most organized person), but I hope it might give you numerous happy hours of reading, nonetheless. A lot of the SGA fics I've read and enjoyed are not up on this del.icio.us account, but I'm in the process of transferring them, so have patience, please :) Recs coming soon (like within the next few hours!)

by holyshamoly (holyshamoly)
at June 25th, 2007 (10:30 pm)


by innie_darling, Dean/Cassie
I do not usually read canon het, but after seeing the first few sentences of this story I was sucked in. innie_darling's lyrical prose is so gorgeous it paints a rich oil portrait of everything her protagonist experiences with poignancy and incredible warmth. It's so easy to see why Dean fell in love with Cassie within this context. Plus--greek mythology references! What's not to love?
Quote: You stick your hand out. "I'm Cassie."

He ignores it and now you're wondering if he was raised in a barn. "Not Cassandra," he says, again with certainty in his dark voice. It's getting a little annoying. His smile, perversely, gets wide and amused and sincere. "A teller of truths no one wants to hear. That's no name for a journalist."

There's a time and a place for Greek mythology and you wonder if this is all an elaborate April Fool's prank, if this guy can possibly be for real.

"Come see your namesake with me," he says, and even though you know better than to leave a party with a strange man who still hasn't offered you a name, you're sorely tempted. Because although it's nearly midnight, his voice is like autumn sunshine shot through with lazy dust motes, and you'd be getting to see the stars with the sun at your side; you'd get to be Sally Ride.

"Let me get my bag," you say and he doesn't even brush softly against you as he heads for the back door.

1 HP
by holyshamoly (holyshamoly)
at May 29th, 2007 (03:18 pm)

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy the Amazing Bouncing...Rat?
by Maya, Draco/Hermione, along with some Harry/Ginny and Ron/Cho
Seen as how I'm apparently in the mood to rec humor fics right now, I thought it might be a good time to rec my favorite humor fic of all time. It's just...amazing.A work of sheer comedic genius, in my humble opinion, but you'll have to read it to believe it. There are so many funy quotes in this fic I'm having trouble finding just one...basically, the gist of the fic: Draco gets turned into a rat, and ends up learning a lot more about Gryffindor house than he ever wanted to know in the process. What's an evil genius to do?
Oh, also? About what I said about Draco/Hermione being one of the worst written pairings in the fandom? Well, it works in this one too...just in a completely different way than it does in 'Lights Out'. You'll see what I mean.
Quote: Draco had considered this proposition at all angles, and had decided it was all a matter of degrees. For instance, Harry Potter's conflicting selves were probably GoodHarry and NaughtyDesiresToOccasionallyTakeCookiesHarry.

Draco had named his EvilDraco and CompleteBastardDraco.

They usually got on fairly well, and ganged up on other people.

1 BtVS
by holyshamoly (holyshamoly)
at May 29th, 2007 (02:49 pm)

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

by Mahaliem, Spike/Xander, with some Spike/Buffy and Spike/Angel
What if, sometime mid season 6, Spike lost all of his memories? This fic takes this idea and turns it into a fun, hilarious romp. Spike is so guileless and wonderfully endearing in this fic. I was laughing out loud nearly the entire time I was reading it. Marvelous.
Quote: Xander rose and hastily took several steps away from the cot.

"We were just wrestling," he stammered. "Not doing the nasty, um, anything nasty." Taking a breath, Xander added a little too loudly, "I'm not gay and I wish people would stop thinking I am."

Hurrying forward, Anya grabbed his hand. "Of course you aren't. It's not your fault that people judge you on how act, how you talk, and how you keep looking at Spike's ass."

1 Firefly
by holyshamoly (holyshamoly)
at March 31st, 2007 (03:10 pm)


Water in One Hand
by ana_grrl, Mal/Simon
What I love about this fic is that it shows a very realistic problem that might occur with terraforming, and the likely tragic fallout. The way the story was written, alternating between a general view of the catastrophic drought and our Big Damn Heroes' own story, and the effects of the change on their own lives, reminded me some of the format of John Steinbek's The Grapes of Wrath, except for, of course, it's not near as long. Very cool.
Quote: It's slow at first. There are rumours – wells running dry on Whitefall, old reservoirs becoming useless on Lilac. But new wells can be dug, rivers can be diverted to form new reservoirs. People adapt, even if whole towns have to pick up and move a few hundred miles to a new watering hole.

"Just another terraforming quirk," Mal hears one night, when he's tucked away in a corner of a bar, waiting for a contact. "Ain't nothing to worry about."

And maybe it isn't. Humans were nomads long before they took it into their heads to settle in villages and towns and giant gorram cities. So maybe this is just a new kind of nomadism – but with whole towns, instead of small groups. Following water, instead of following herd animals.

Optimism, Mal thinks, always holds out for a while, even when things start looking grim.

1 HP
by holyshamoly (holyshamoly)
at March 28th, 2007 (09:37 am)

Harry Potter

Lights Out
by karenhealey, Draco/Hermione
I actually stumbled upon this gem completely by accident. Draco/Hermione is usually not my cup of tea, because it's one of the worst written pairings in the fandom (except perhaps Draco/Ginny or Harry/Ginny). But this is nothing like the bulk of D/Hr out there--it's in character, a bit dark, and rich with emotion. In other words, utterly wonderful. There's a sequel too, if you're so inclined.
Quote: She takes a step towards him. "That wasn't a very good kiss," she says, and he flinches, and she sees it and she smiles.

"I bet I can do that better than you, too," she says, and she takes another step and then she's returning the kiss, with all the fury he'd expect in a punch.

She is better. And even knowing that she probably learned this with Weasley, practiced with his traitorous Muggle-loving (Mudblood-loving) tongue, he can't help kissing her back. And when she steps back, he can't help leaning towards her. It's only for a moment, but he knows it, and she knows it.

"I win," she says, and she takes the torch from the bracket, and starts up the stairs.

1 Roswell
by holyshamoly (holyshamoly)
at March 9th, 2007 (10:31 pm)

Here's the second one.


by Whiteotter, Liz/Tess
The wonderful use of language here is what attracted me to this fic the most, but I also love how it deals with the fallout of season 1's finale, Destiny. It's simple, but unconventional.
Quote: I stared at the quilt. One blue patch, one yellow, one red, each edge sewn with thread the same color as each square. It was a simple pattern. Square patches, primary colors. Simple.

My life used to be like that. Direct. Obvious. Date in high school, get good grades, go to college, marry, settle down, have kids...

The squares blurred and reformed into large, blossoming circles, the colors bleeding out towards each other, drowning the white squares between them.

I used to know how to live my life.

And now that it was gone, I had no idea what I was supposed to do next.

1 Roswell
by holyshamoly (holyshamoly)
at March 9th, 2007 (02:56 pm)

I honestly haven't thought of this fandom in ages, but while I was thinking of things to rec, I thought of this fic (and one other, which I will rec soon), so...


A Trick of the Light by WhirlingGirl, Tess/Liz/Max
I was thinking the other day about this fic, and remembering how much it moved me. After rereading it today I still have the same reaction. I love how it delves into how Tess, Liz and Max deal with the aftermath of a tragedy, and how they are inexplicably drawn together by it. And of course, the language is beautiful; sparse, with just a few well-placed central metaphors that really hold this piece together.
Quote: I think Max was also killed in that accident that was no accident, even though he is still walking around.

I don't know what it did to me. I'm still waiting to find out.

by holyshamoly (holyshamoly)
at February 25th, 2007 (06:20 pm)

Stargate: Atlantis

Freedom's Just Another Word For Nothing Left to Lose
by synecdochic, John/Rodney
This is the kind of story that plunges straight through your chest, grabs your heart, and squeezes. It's just. Wow. I was in tears through half of it...not because it was sad, though it was, but because it was achingly beautiful; the experience is a prolonged exploration of Rodney's character, post-Atlantis, that lets hints drop, now and then, about what has happened to Rodney in the intervening years between where canon drops off and this story picks up. It is extremely well paced and well crafted.
This story is not for the faint of heart, so be forewarned--but reading it is ultimately an extremely rewarding experience.
Sometimes at night, he looks up into the stars, the patterns that were all he knew for so much of his life and now look like a stranger's face, and wonders what's happening out there. Wonders if they're winning; wonders if he'll wake up one morning and find they've lost. He is surprised at how little he cares. There are things he's done, and there are things he's said he'll never do again, and he knows, now, that the best and only thing he can do to change the world is to set small ripples in motion, because small ripples become large waves and the world, the universe, is a beautiful quantum jewel built from fractals of consequence and conscience.

1 House
by holyshamoly (holyshamoly)
at February 18th, 2007 (01:37 pm)

current mood: amused

House, MD
What? A non-SGA rec? How can this be?
Believe it, people.

The Fine and Subtle Art of Cardiology
by Rageprufrock, House/Wilson
In which Wilson's not going on a date, and House isn't jealous.
The dialogue in this is absolutely spot on. When I read this I feel like I've jumped right into an episode. It's amazing, acutally. And actually, the whole scenario (minus the obvious slashiness)seems exactly like a missing episode. Oh, and did I mention that it's hilarious? Well, it is, in fact, hilarious. So you should read it. Like, right now.
Quote: Wilson looks pained. "That made no sen--never mind. Just promise me you won't do anything that'll make me regret ever having met you."

House' eyes widen. "You mean I haven't already done that?"

"No," Wilson says with a genuine smile, and the realization that Wilson is telling the truth is flattering, a little humbling, even, because House is like every eight-year-old boy who ever lived and nobody has prettier pigtails or hair ribbons than James Wilson.

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