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Merry Christmas! (recs)
Dec. 25th, 2010 09:55 pmDarling flist, it's the day after Christmas for me and actual Christmas for many of you: hi. I hope you're having a good day whether or not you celebrate, and I just wanted to say hi and love and stuff. Thanks for sticking around through what was a fairly tough year in many ways (though awesome in so many others). More on this later.
Right now I just want to rec two stories that lovely people wrote for me:
The First Time... is my Yuletide, and it's Bliss and Pash from Whip It, which, holy shit, have I ever said how much I love that movie? I LOVE THAT MOVIE. And this fic nails Bliss and her awkwardnesses and her certainties and her eventually-gets-everything-right so well, it made me absolutely super-happy. GO READ.
Then there's the Bandom Christmas challenge one, which, oh. It's To Wait For Love with Annie and Z and Z, oh, this Z is so perfect. She's quirky and getting steadier and she's figuring herself and her feelings out and I just--it's like you know me or something, dearest author. Thank you.
So go read about girls falling in love, you know, in between opening gifts and eating too much food or staring at the snow (or the flood, in one case). I'm going to go watch Mamma Mia with my family and SING ALONG TO EVERY SONG. Because we're dorks like that. And then I will crash; holy shit, how am I still this tired?
Right now I just want to rec two stories that lovely people wrote for me:
The First Time... is my Yuletide, and it's Bliss and Pash from Whip It, which, holy shit, have I ever said how much I love that movie? I LOVE THAT MOVIE. And this fic nails Bliss and her awkwardnesses and her certainties and her eventually-gets-everything-right so well, it made me absolutely super-happy. GO READ.
Then there's the Bandom Christmas challenge one, which, oh. It's To Wait For Love with Annie and Z and Z, oh, this Z is so perfect. She's quirky and getting steadier and she's figuring herself and her feelings out and I just--it's like you know me or something, dearest author. Thank you.
So go read about girls falling in love, you know, in between opening gifts and eating too much food or staring at the snow (or the flood, in one case). I'm going to go watch Mamma Mia with my family and SING ALONG TO EVERY SONG. Because we're dorks like that. And then I will crash; holy shit, how am I still this tired?