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There were so many amazing stories this year! And I have just gorged myself on them for the last few hours. These are some but not nearly all of my favorites :D

Three Times Remus Kicked Sirius Out of Bed by [ profile] mindabbles
Summary: The first time, he couldn't believe his luck. The second time, everything was very sticky. The third time, well, would you share the bed with something that eats socks?
So sweet!

Heavn (version 2.0) by [ profile] magnetic_pole
Summary: Teddy’s always been able to hook them up. The afterlife’s no different.
Well written with a modern feel to it. I quite liked it.

Untitled by [ profile] red_squared
Summary: “Oh, stop being so grumpy. That mistletoe nonsense doesn’t prove anything.”
So clever!

La Isla Magica by [ profile] magnetic_pole
Summary: Slowly, Sirius comes alive. Five weeks in hiding on La Isla Mágica.
The characterizations in this are quite different from what I usually have read, and I loved how vibrant that made everything.

Lupin's Magical Loaves (Get Your Buns and Alibis Here) by [ profile] woldy
Summary: In which there is uprising in the kitchen, kneading dough is not a euphemism, and Sirius devours sticky buns.
I'm an absolute sucker for a bakery AU

Things We Do Not Say by [ profile] erised_rain
Summary: Boys celebrate Christmas in Paris, a certain mirror is way out of line, James might be a bit jealous and some things simply can’t be put into words.
Just beautiful

City of Aquatint by [ profile] veeagainst
Summary: After they leave Hogwarts, Sirius goes to visit Remus, who is studying in Oxford.
*sings out* perfection! I really loved this.

Lost That Easy by [ profile] veeagainst
Summary: For the prompt: During the first war, Remus is injured during a battle and Sirius finds him first
Wonderfully well written.

Inconvenient by [ profile] magnetic_pole
Summary: Remus is lying. Sirius is angry. Something's about to explode.
So heartbreaking and precisely what I was looking for when I suggested the prompt.

Transfigured and Refigured by [ profile] peskywhistpaw
Summary: “Our love’s – a – a transient waggling cock monster!” Remus faces insecurities their first proper Christmas together. Knitting helps. Sort of.

Of Snowball Fights and Memories
by [ profile] laroseminuit
Summary: Things would have gone very differently, thought Remus, if Sirius Black had gone to Azkaban.
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Title: You Can't Have It All (But There Is This)
Author: [ profile] escribo
Recipient: [ profile] gryffindorj
Rating: NC-17
Contents or warnings (highlight to view): *Do we warn for frotting? Otherwise, none *
Word Count: 5295
Summary: Sacrifice, Love, Romance, and Adventure. What more could four boys possibly want? Besides a clearer plan, an answer, more explosions, and a bed... One out of the four isn't bad.
Notes: Inspired by the Barbara Ras poem of the same title

You should have planned things better )
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Title: The Girl I Knew Somewhere
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2979
Summary: Remix of Strange How We Change applying Rule 63 (for every fictional character, there exists an opposite gender counterpart)
Notes: Written for LJ User Laroseminuit. One of [ profile] laroseminuit's prompts was Rule 63, which states that for every fictional character, there exists an opposite gender counterpart. As a pinch hit, I didn't have time to ask for permission to apply the rule to one of her stories, so I applied it to one of my own, remixing Strange How We Change. It was a lot of fun thinking about "would a woman say that or stand like that" to figure out what could stay and what had to change and especially, "what got them there in the first place," which I'd honestly never really considered (at least not in depth) when they were boys.

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The funniest thing in both of the fic gifts I received this season is that they both deal with the theme of home. I loved that.

Home by [ profile] xylodemon, who is one of my most favorite writers of r/s
Summary: One week became two weeks became three weeks became a month.
I had asked for story about Sirius finding out that Remus was living rough once they've left Hogwarts and this definitely fills the bill. I love it. It's so much about Boys in Love and has one of the things I LOVE in fic, which is fantastic dialogue. The characters are really well done, too--they're grown up, they seem real and I love seeing them find each other.

Home Sweet Home by anonymous (so far).
SummarySummary: Pomona Sprout stakes out a section of the library. No one seems to mind—quite the opposite, in fact.
This was written for me during the [ profile] hoggywartyxmas exchange, the first time I had participated. It's absolutely a perfect story for me and I really can't wait to see who wrote it. The focus here is on Pomona Sprout and her relationships with others--Remus, Minerva, Irma but with herself as well as she creates and works on a project. I don't know. I'm not doing it justice. It's so well written and the characters are really well done. I just love it.

Like I said, this was the first time I participated in this fest and there are sooo many good stories so far. I'm a bit behind in reading (I'm getting there!) but it's just... So far, it's really about the characters, which I love. Check them out! I have a recs list started but I'm going to post them in one go.
fox_confessor: (god put a smile upon your face)
I have spent this entire week doing almost nothing at all. It's been delightful, in it's way (and stressful in the way that mind keeps poking me to say, "you have things to do and you should be doing them"). I spent tonight cross stitching, reading, and watching Project Runway reruns. I was supposed to go into work today but... it didn't happen. I don't think it'll happen tomorrow either. Maybe Sunday.

I was going to go to yoga on Sunday (I haven't been in long enough that I can't bend at the waist and put my hands flat on the floor anymore--I'm really going to hate essentially starting all over again) and still might but I discovered today that my first teacher (and a woman I am very fond of) isn't teaching anymore (at least not for the next two months). I'm really quite sad that I've missed her. She was older than me by about 14 years and had started yoga five years ago (when she turned 50, as a gift for herself). I found her very motivating and inspiring. I really need to get my yoga feet beneath me again.

This week I also finished a pinch hit for a fest, which posted yesterday, and it now has the distinction of being the fic in the fest with the least comments (two.). Poor wee genderswap fic. I'm only marking the occasion because a few years ago this would have been an anguished, tear filled rant sent off to my bestie, the only one to understand my delicate artistic temperament. Now I'm mostly thinking, "well, I liked writing it so..." Progress! kinda. Now, to catch up reading the last of the fics in both the fests I played in, answer comments, and make my recs post. There were some great fics this season! Do you guys still read fics? Some of you do, I know...

Right: to bed. I finished Death at Victoria Docks by Kerry Greenwood tonight, and I'm eager to finish one of the Tony Hillerman books I started an age ago. I found out a bit ago that his daughter has recently published a new novel in his series and I have high hopes (generally liking women writers more than men). It's on my list for next year. To bed.
fox_confessor: (god put a smile upon your face)
So, today's my last day of work for the year and of course I discover a massive problem first thing this morning. I just. What? I don't have time to fix it completely and can't trust the folks I have left here to get it done, so working whilst on holiday! Woo! May as well post to LJ!

I was thinking about this last night. A few weeks ago, I watched the first season of Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries on Netflix, and fell in love. Essie Davis as flapper Phryne Fisher is perfection and the stories are well told and the set design and costumes are fantastic. [At the time, I was also rewatching David Suchet as Poirot mysteries as well, so very much into the 1920's/1930's and it was just perfect.] I then discovered that the Miss Fisher mysteries are books! Lovely, lovely books! So I got the first few out of from the library and devoured them whole because they're fairly short but absolutely delicious. The character of Phryne really is wonderful. She's smart and unapologetically sexual and lives her life exactly as she wants and with so much style and sophistication. She's a really interesting character who shoots people who deserve it and sometimes does some appalling things but in the name of justice and really, how often do you see that of a woman character? Male characters do terrible things and are cheered on but the ladies are busy swooning or being compassionate or whatever. She's not cold--she's touched by the murders and other crimes she sees but there's no sentimentality in her (emotion yes). I don't know. I really love her as a character and Kerry Greenwood as an author for bringing here, and I've been thinking that I should share that for days. So now I have. The books are better than the show but both are really good and different enough that it doesn't feel redundant (or I'm not thinking, "they did it better in the book" whilst watching--the books are better but the show has it's own appeal).

I suppose this means I ought to go get as much work done now as possible.
fox_confessor: (god put a smile upon your face)
This morning I woke up and felt pretty damned fantastic, so I baked. A Lot.

--chocolate chip cookies (two dozen without nuts and three dozen with)
--rice krispie squares
--spritz cookies (dozens and dozens and dozens)
--iced butter cookies
--three small loaves of chocolate chip pound cakes
--seven layer bars

Most to be given as gifts to the neighbors, my bosses, my employees, and my family. I also cleaned the house, ironed my clothes, shopped for the rest of the Christmas presents, wrapped said presents, read some of my book, and went grocery shopping (and spent a truly shocking amount--nearly $300--but it'll see us through most of January as I don't get paid again until January 15). I still have a bit of finishing up to do. Tomorrow morning, I have to go to the dentist (blah) and then after work (double blah) I have to go buy a new microwave because mine died while I was on vacation (of course it did...and that should do it. all the appliances have been replaced.) And I need to fix my manicure. If I get everything done, though, then all I have to do this week is cross stitch and write and read. And eat leftover cookies. I'm looking forward to it. I'm also looking forward to my three and half day work week and then more vacation time! My mom is chickening out of her surgery, so we'll see if that actually happens or not...

Hope you've had a good weekend!
fox_confessor: (god put a smile upon your face)
Ever wake up one day to discover that your entire life seems...I don't know. Switched about somehow. Shifted, like nothing is stable beneath my feet, which I suppose is the cumulative result of this year's changes, challenges, and problems. It doesn't mean I liked it (it being the stuff that happened earlier in the year and the stuff that's going on now). It's making my heart hurt and I don't know how to fix it or even how to talk about it, though I just had a good 12 hours to think about it.

The good news is that I'm home from vacation. It's 5:30 in the morning and I haven't been to bed yet. It seems like a bad idea at this point. My back officially HATES trains now (it always has but this is open revolt). We (my mom and I) had a really good time. I only went really moody once (Thursday night, but then I tend to do that at the end of trips). I suspect the lack of sleep will make me quite moody today, too. I'm predicting tears.

Of course, there's too much to do for tears. I need to unpack and do laundry and pick up kittens, who are no doubt traumatized by not having their own beds and their own spots in the sunshine (and their own humans to boss about). I also have to manage Christmas though I'm not in the mood at all and I don't know what to do about it (gifts and such, my mood is apparently a lost cause). This year, man. I will be glad to see the end of it, though of course there's still a dentist appointment first thing Monday morning to get a crown put on and my mom's surgery on Friday and ... Anyway. I'm just putting it out to the universe that nothing bad should happen in 2014 as I had my fill this year. I just... stop, you know?

I need a plan to get through this weekend, and it will definitely begin with breakfast at Panera's.
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Title: This Is How Hippogriff's Do It
Author: [ profile] escribo
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: it's mpreg
Word Count:
Summary: So...there's a good chance (an excellent chance, actually) that I wrote Remus/Sirius mpreg (but never got to the wooly bits)

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The worst thing about my poor dead laptop and having to use my work laptop to pursue my somewhat dodgy hobby of writing porn for the internet is that I can't research in the manner to which I'm accustomed. What is the average length of the British penis? Has this been documented on wikipedia? Does my story now have an inaccurate detail?

I miss reference pictures, too.
fox_confessor: (god put a smile upon your face)
So, I've been in a bit of funk (a month long funk apparently) but this morning I'm feeling pretty good:

--I finished a 5000 word story last night just under the deadline (literally: I think I posted at midnight precisely) and I'm quite happy with it. It's the longest thing I've written this year and there's smut and I'm just so pleased with myself for not having had to ask for an extension (as I've done for everything else this year). I'm steadfastly refusing to read it again, though, because I already laid in bed last night thinking, "you know, it would have been better if..." No, no! So I made myself begin to think about the next writing challenge I had joined, which is also a holiday gift exchange and now I've got an idea for that as well (my original recipient dropped out and I had a 1500 word story already mostly written but I wasn't happy with it so I'm technically pinch hitting for another recipient and get to scrap the first story and write a character I've always wanted to write a story for so yay! life works out.)

--my mom and I are going to Disney for Christmas(ish). This is her first vacation since she had cancer, which has been a few years, so she wanted it to be special (particularly as she's having another surgery (small, minor, but omg quit with the surgeries) at the end of December. Anyway, we had the twin idea, voiced yesterday, to wear Christmas shirts/sweaters every day (because we thought it'd be funny and she is stridently opposed to Santa Hats, militaristic in her fervor against them, actually). So we went shopping yesterday only to discover that department stores were not awash in them as they'd been in years past. In fact in two stores (Penney's and Macy's) there wasn't a single shirt or sweater to be had, not for women at least. We were further limited in acknowledging that while having one or two holiday shirts is one thing (or a collection because you've gathered them over the year, such as my poor beleaguered sister because I bought her one every Christmas for nearly ten years. She likes them!) but buying four or five in one go seems, perhaps, aggressively cheerful (like "Carol of the Bells" by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra, which could be renamed "You Will Have a Merry Fucking Christmas Dammit"). In the end, I am the proud owner of four holiday shirts (two I owned already, having been caught up in buying them for my sister in the past), one with bells on it so that I can thoroughly annoy anyone who comes within five feet of me (not synthesizers and a light show but one does what one can). Caught up in the moment I also bought three tiny pair of Christmas earrings (snowflakes, reindeer heads, and dolphins with santa hats because we're totally doing a dolphin experience thing at Epcot that my mom was particularly keen on and EEEEEEDOLPINSWITHSANTAHATS) but decided I could buy a pin at Disney. There will be a pin absolutely (and I hope it lights up).

--I am now at the point in the year where I'm working fewer days (ten) than I have off (twenty-eight) between now and January 2. It's my most favorite time of the year!

Alright, must clean the house and knock off my to do list. It's relatively short. Breakfast first, I think, and maybe cuddle a cat or two (one is always more willing than the other)
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Title: Pillow forts
Author: [ profile] escribo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: ridiculous nicknames
Word Count: 2624ish
Summary: It's cold, Remus is running late, and Sirius is about to make him later.
Notes: Written for the 2013 [ profile] rs_games for Team MWPP

Read more... )
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I'm up for grabs at [ profile] fandomaid to benefit the Philippines. I'm offering up Harry Potter (Marauders era any pairing), Suits (any pairing), Lotrips (any pairing), and Burn Notice (gen, likely character study) if you're so inclined.
fox_confessor: (god put a smile upon your face)
Today was good, too! A good weekend! I cleaned my kitchen, made a maple pumpkin cheesecake with homemade caramel sauce, a chocolate cake with chocolate icing, ironed my clothes, went to yoga, cleaned my kitchen again... I didn't get my costume finished, which... I should have done that. It'll have to get done tomorrow. Still! It was a really nice weekend. Now, if a fantastic fic (that I haven't read already) magically appears in the next ten minutes to come to bed with me... Of course, if it doesn't, there is a world of fantastic fic, so I'm in luck either way.

Monday. Onwards.
fox_confessor: (god put a smile upon your face)
I had the best day. I didn't do anything spectacular except I kept thinking, "I'm having the best day". I "slept in" until 8 (I'm not very good at sleeping in!). Wore my new denim skirt and school t shirt (who knew we had a football game today? Everyone else in the city, apparently. It's just a really good t shirt for yoga because it doesn't gap in the front but it's a v neck, which is my...why am I talking about my shirt?). We went to the farmers market for breakfast. There was a cart with German sausages... so good! We had bierwurst, kaesekrainer wurst, German potato salad, sauerkraut, and a roll. It was fantastic. And I had an empanadas (and a couple of cookies) from a Chilean bakery, bought some green tomatoes (fried for dinner tonight), onions, and a tiny loaf of raisin bread (for french toast tomorrow morning). We stopped in the gift store of the art museum after so I could look a pins for my grandma's birthday (haven't bought one yet but found some I liked, including these really pretty origami flowers, which I'll likely get if I don't find something I like better whilst in Florida next weekend). Our public library had a cart at the farmers with free books (to encourage reading) and we got two really adorable and really old children's books (from the 60s)--one about a donkey and the other called Three Billys Go to Town about opossums.

After the farmers market, we stopped by the bake shop to poke about and then stopped by home. I got to make my pick for [ profile] rs_small_gifts. It was nearly noon and things started at 11, so I was really excited to get exactly what I wanted.

Next was yoga, which was really good. We did a practice that led up to eagle pose. I have really tight shoulders so I have a hard time doing my arms like that but I'm good with balance. I also love my teacher. She structures the classes so well that I always come out feeling amazing.

After that, we stopped at Target (kitty litter! travel stuff!), got groceries, and coffee (I meant to get a tall pumpkin latte but grande salted caramel mocha came out of my mouth. soooo good.) Back home, I cleaned the kitchen (which realllly needed it though it's already a mess again), made dinner (fried green tomatoes, baked sweet potatoes, and crab cakes), and then sat about watching really bad reality shows on Netflix, cross-stitching, poking the Internet, anddddd that's about it. It really was such a good day, and it'd be even better if I carted myself off to bed right now with my kitty (if she'll have me) and my book (a reread of Carl Sagan's Demon Haunted World).

Oh! I also bought a cross stitching magazine. It was imported so expensive and completely unnecessary to my life but I really wanted one. It was even in a plastic bag so I couldn't see anything except the cover and I still bought it (sight unseen) because I just wanted it (one of them. any of them.) such is my mania right now.

I hope you had a fantastic Saturday, too. Sunday will have to be for all the things I meant to do at home, including making a cheesecake for my boss (pumpkin pecan caramel) and yoga! Right. Off to bed!
fox_confessor: (god put a smile upon your face)
Yoga last night for the first time in 17 days. It was really good. I had gotten a bit weird about yoga. When I was growing up, my sister was tall and pretty and... I was smart. I know I've spoken of this before, but I really internalized that message and spent most of my life pretending that I was somehow weirdly disconnected from my body (except for the horror of dressing rooms). I just tried not to think about it. In yoga, I became conscious of my body in a way that I had never been before and eventually that became body conscious, you know? Hyper aware of my size and my dissatisfaction with it. Yoga became about exercise and I really lost my joy in it. I spent a lot of time over the last few week trying to change that focus. I don't want this to be about weight loss, I tell myself, just as I don't want eating vegetables to be labeled as dieting (because then I think "deprived", which leads to binging). I want to live a healthy life, even if I never lose an ounce and never fit into a size 8. I want to be healthy.

So, I finally went back last night, with the admonition that I had to just close my eyes, breathe, and listen to my instructor and (most importantly) my body. I didn't push when my thighs bitched that it'd been weeks and we certainly weren't going to put our nose to the floor (or anywhere near it) in straddle or put our heels down in down dog. My hamstrings reminded me that we are barely on speaking terms on the best of days. My back says we're definitely too old for this shit and to not even think for a moment that we'll ever find ourselves in wheel or camel. It was enough to do what I could without pushing and to breathe (particularly because I was just getting over my cold). It was nice. It was nice, too, because class started at 6 and it was really cloudy out so kinda dark anyway but by the end of class, it was full on dark and she only had candles lit. Except for the woman next to me sighing loudly at every turn, it was easy to pretend it was just me and to not bemoan that I'm not made of rubber.

I don't know. I feel better today for sure for having gone and I'm going back tomorrow so that I can begin establishing my routine again but I definitely need to remain mindful of why I'm doing this and set my intention each time I step on my mat.
Oct. 15th, 2013 02:52 pm


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The Coldest Day R/S and quite possibly the best thing I've read in an age.
fox_confessor: (god put a smile upon your face)
So....I've been putting off this thing at work for weeks because...I don't have actually have a good reason other than I didn't wanna do it (write a policy and procedure for this thing I've been doing for months but now I want to share the love because it's bothersome). I mean, seriously, I've been putting this off for at least six weeks. I opened the document today and discovered I'd already written it. I don't know when that happened. I mean, not in the last six weeks for sure. The only thing that makes sense is time travel (obvs.).

I'm to that stage in my cold when I just feel tired, like "I've spent the day crying and now I'm just drained" tired. My brain, being immensely helpful, keeps piping up with "maybe you have a Dread Disease and you're actually SICK, so SICK you'll have to go into the hospital and eat boiled carrots for a week." Shut up, brain. Anxiety is the most annoying. I'm all, "don't be ridiculous brain" and my brain is all "eh, what are you going to do about it."

I can't believe I put this stupid work thing off for so long and it's already done. How does this count against my procrastination ledger? I don't know what to do with myself here. I do feel like opening up my These Four Kings document and see if I forgot that I finished that, too. That would be awesome.
fox_confessor: (god put a smile upon your face)
I have a cold, which is clearly the worst, making me even more miserable than usual, particularly as I'm back off to work tomorrow and haven't done the laundry, or tidying up, or grocery shopping. I have been huddled beneath my quilt, reading The Cuckoo's Calling, J. K. Rowling's mystery under the name Robert Galbraith. It's quite good. She does characters quite well, and this is actually really well written (I suspect she has a really fantastic editor).
Oct. 13th, 2013 09:51 pm


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The Electric Fizzing Prick Pistols, or Whatever
Summary: Everyone is born with Words on their arm that connect them to their Soulmate. James finds his, Sirius had everything figured out back in First Year, Peter doesn’t talk to girls anyway, and Remus thinks he’d very much just like to put his earmuffs back on and disappear.
This was a pure delight to read: funny, imaginative, magical.

Summer to Your Heart
Summary: They met years ago when they were young and unattached. But now that Remus is married, Sirius is only summer to his heart.
A bit of a melancholy read but still really lovely.

Le Songe
Summary: At first there is nothing, then there is The Dream: a jumbled, fleeting scene blanketed in the same winter snow as the boyhood memories penned in fading ink.
Quite beautifully written

In Other Words (I Love You)
Summary: When Sirius wakes up the morning after Frank and Alice Longbottom’s wedding, there are several thoughts vying for attention in the early morning fog of his brain. I am never drinking again, weddings are utterly insane, and fuck I would kill for cup of coffee right now are discarded, however, when Sirius’s eye lands on five inky-black letters scrawled on his forearm.
I love AU's, I really do, especially when they're as long and plotty and delicious as this one.

Affection Falling Just Short of Love
Summary: Sometimes Remus goes into empty houses and steals books, Sirius is the only person that’s ever caught him at it.

And one for Suits!
Practice Makes Perfect
Summary: Mike's a giver.
Hurt and comfort and terrible sweet.


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