Fandom: Yuletide Recs
Dec. 30th, 2014 03:19 pm( Brooklyn Nine-Nine )
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And I've finally finished my first full pass through the Yuletide archive. On to the Madness archive for awhile.
The Conners are not an ordinary family, in spite of outward appearances.
Kamala Khan needs a job, or a cover story.
Kamala just wanted to spend her night watching movies with Nakia. Then someone had to go and steal her identity.
Abigail Armstrong doesn't want to fall in love, no matter how superficially or trivially she does it. All she cares about is dance. But it seems as though she can't have one without the other.
the sky is electric blue
Killing Jared complicated things way more than Loren expected.
Lanford's been overrun with werewolves, but they'll be fine, as long as they stick together.
There's no place like home for the holidays.
Jack's dead, and Constable Bruin has his work cut out for him. The murder method is unusual, the victim's past is murky - and what about the mysterious object found in Jack's clenched hand...?
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep— and well-protected. There shouldn't be anyone living there, and Gretel had learned enough from her mother to know not to trust mysterious lights in the forest.
After college, Nancy has a lot to learn.
"Is there such a thing as a Murphy's Law of Attraction?" Ellie grinned. "Because that would explain a few things."
Jensen couldn't decide whether he was having the best week ever, or the worst.
Alternate JP3. Alan is an idiot, Ellie is going to kill him as soon as they finish saving his life, and Ian is an awful professor.
Life finds a way.
How history and the present make up a life, mostly unremarkable, but very much unique. This is Ellie's.
The headlines had gone from BRONTOSAURUS IN CENTRAL PARK to KILLER ROCKS IN EARTH'S HEADLIGHTS in the space of an afternoon.
Stolen moments for Jo and Laurie, over the years. AU.
Ms. Frizzle has always enjoyed the third grade.
“All my fault? I’m not the one who told Oleg he should tinker more with the menu to “bring in top-level clientele”! Where do you think we are, the Hilton? Actually, with that color hair you must fit in with Paris and Nikki no problem,” Max said.
“Will you stop with the Hilton jokes already? Besides, they already act like they’ve eaten the Russian Sausage.” Caroline winced, setting the shotgun on the ground. “God, if we’re going to talk about it any more we’ve got to change that name.”
Caroline gets something she didn't even know she wanted for her birthday.
At sunset on the third day since the second water purifier had stopped, the city of Agrabah limped along in a state of controlled chaos.
The royal fountains and pools were empty; the use of water for bathing and watering of plants was strictly limited, which put the nobles out of temper, greatly gratified the smallest children at bedtime, and added a whole new level of pungency to the bazaar. The bakers in the streets sold a drastically reduced selection at astronomical prices; at the back gates of the palace, a line of hungry beggars stretched and snaked out into the city, and the Queen's cooks fed them on baked vegetable balls and salads, anything but bread; and kebab stalls had sprung into being like goosebumps after a cold wind, hawking roasted lamb so fast that the shepherds were fast becoming the happiest demographic in the city, and the sheep the most worried.
The sheep, and the Queen.
Claudia's always stayed friends with her exes. All except one—her ex-best friend, Stacey McGill.
In which Charlotte and Stacey meet again in the future by coincidence: Charlotte discovers that the more things change, the more things stay the same, and Stacey doesn't know how to tell Charlotte everything that she wants to say with words.
When Charlie Thomas escapes the chaos of his family on New Year’s Eve, restlessness drives him in search of old friends – but the one he finds is the last one he ever expected to see.
It turns out that the middle of the emergency room at six o'clock in the morning is probably not the best place to have a life-changing revelation.
I'll send you a postcard from Nationals.
“What a cruel woman.” Jeff takes a couple of steps toward her. “I like that in a Slayer.”
It is a well-established fact in marine biology that the octopus is the drunk texter of the cephalopod family.
"Oh my god, SHIELD sent us Robin Hood."
Dom and Johnny make a deal, while Letty takes a step back.