I can't believe I nearly let December get away without recs. What was I thinking? Some Yuletide recs, but not all. I've barely begun my Yuletide reading.
300
Lessons NC-17, speechless from the hotness.
The Breakfast Club
The Tender Things That We Were Working On Brian/Bender. Future fic, a reunion invitation comes in the mail. Completely and utterly satisfying.
Crossover
Friday Night Lights/Sarah Connor Chronicles
The Lost Art of Keeping A Secret by
devilc Characters: Derek Reese, Tim Riggins, Landry Clarke, Matt Saracen. Derek POV. Left me with chillbumps that wouldn't go away.
Dexter
A Motherfucking Roly-poly Chubby-cheeked Shit Machine Debra Morgan, Rita Morgan, Dexter Morgan.
Oh, what the hell. At the very least, Dexter was bound to do something goofy she could hold over him for the rest of his life. "Can I swear?" she grinned.
Rita hesitated, then smiled back. "I'm kind of counting on it."
"Deal."
Fan Tribute Vid
An a Capella tribute to John Waters.
Harry Potter
Beautiful by
shocfix Ron/Hermione, PG-13 and perfectly perfect in its perfection.
Recipe - Chocolate Ganache Tart
I made this for Christmas dinner. It took way longer than 15 minutes, why do these things always lie about length of prep time?
Game plan: The tart can be made up to 2 days ahead. Store covered in the refrigerator.
The cherry-vodka sauce can be made up to 4 days ahead. Refrigerate in an airtight container until ready to use.
( cut for recipe )
Rome
Sic Semper Tyrannis Brutus, Brutus/Antony, Antony/various. *phenomenal*
You do know that Caesar has spoken Latin all his life?" Brutus asked, reading. "I mean only that you probably won't be able to cow him into submission with your mastery of syntax alone, much as you enjoy trying."
"Oh, very droll."
"Is it not the purpose of language to communicate clearly?" Winding Cicero up was inexcusably entertaining. He prickled so easily, a blustery hedgehog of a man, delightful in his insecurity.
Young Guns
Tally All Antecedents Doc and his various relationships.
Billy smiles back just a little. Still wild, still free, but heavier now, weighted down by his own inevitability. Words ring through Doc's head, a million stanzas learned and lost over the years coming back to him. Doc was no poet. But he was a hell of a verse.
300
Lessons NC-17, speechless from the hotness.
The Breakfast Club
The Tender Things That We Were Working On Brian/Bender. Future fic, a reunion invitation comes in the mail. Completely and utterly satisfying.
Crossover
Friday Night Lights/Sarah Connor Chronicles
The Lost Art of Keeping A Secret by
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Dexter
A Motherfucking Roly-poly Chubby-cheeked Shit Machine Debra Morgan, Rita Morgan, Dexter Morgan.
Oh, what the hell. At the very least, Dexter was bound to do something goofy she could hold over him for the rest of his life. "Can I swear?" she grinned.
Rita hesitated, then smiled back. "I'm kind of counting on it."
"Deal."
Fan Tribute Vid
An a Capella tribute to John Waters.
Harry Potter
Beautiful by
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Recipe - Chocolate Ganache Tart
I made this for Christmas dinner. It took way longer than 15 minutes, why do these things always lie about length of prep time?
Game plan: The tart can be made up to 2 days ahead. Store covered in the refrigerator.
The cherry-vodka sauce can be made up to 4 days ahead. Refrigerate in an airtight container until ready to use.
( cut for recipe )
Rome
Sic Semper Tyrannis Brutus, Brutus/Antony, Antony/various. *phenomenal*
You do know that Caesar has spoken Latin all his life?" Brutus asked, reading. "I mean only that you probably won't be able to cow him into submission with your mastery of syntax alone, much as you enjoy trying."
"Oh, very droll."
"Is it not the purpose of language to communicate clearly?" Winding Cicero up was inexcusably entertaining. He prickled so easily, a blustery hedgehog of a man, delightful in his insecurity.
Young Guns
Tally All Antecedents Doc and his various relationships.
Billy smiles back just a little. Still wild, still free, but heavier now, weighted down by his own inevitability. Words ring through Doc's head, a million stanzas learned and lost over the years coming back to him. Doc was no poet. But he was a hell of a verse.