sotto_voce: Joshua Chamberlain staring into the distance, with caption "brains are sexy" ([sons of anarchy] brotherhood)
Title: More Than Kin and Less Than Kind
Fandom: Sons of Anarchy
Rating: R
Characters: Tara Knowles/Jax Teller, Gemma Teller-Morrow, Clay Morrow
Summary: Tara's life isn't an episode of The Wonder Years; it never has been and it never will be. Charming to Chicago is a rough road.
Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,
And thy best graces spend it at thy will!
But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son—

A little more than kin, and less than kind.

Notes: Written for [ profile] fated_addiction in [ profile] yuletide 2009.

The last words Tara Knowles said to her mother were: We're out of fish food. )
sotto_voce: Joshua Chamberlain staring into the distance, with caption "brains are sexy" ([national treasure] skeptic)
OKAY SO, I wrote the following things for Yuletide this year:

A Very Serious Matter (The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency), for [ profile] lydiabell
More Than Kin and Less Than Kind (Sons of Anarchy), for [ profile] fated_addiction
Two of a Kind (The Red Star), for [ profile] rushin_doll
Stars Are Born (Hellboy movies), for cimera
Small Blind (National Treasure), for starfishchick

Most of my recipients found and seemed to like their stories, so I am very happy! My Yuletide experience in general this year was just excellent, and I didn't really even think about comments or recs; I have no idea why this changed (as last year and the year before, I felt very liiike meeee, please like me!), but it made Yuletide a lot more relaxing. It was really nice to just enjoy Yuletide and not fret over things that I couldn't control. But I did get a lot of really wonderful feedback and several recs (including recs from one or two people who recced more than one of my stories, which always makes me laugh and wonder if they had any idea that the same person wrote both), and I have many people to go forth and thank.

And now, some notes on each individual story!

A Very Serious Matter (The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency, TV; 6524 words), for [ profile] lydiabell
"No!" Mma Makutsi's voice railed. "No, no, no, you silly man, that is not what has taken place here! It is a crime!"

Mma Ramotswe stepped through the bead curtain and into the former Kgale Hill Post Office. Inside, Mma Makutsi was pacing vigorously, her heels clicking with each step, and she gestured wildly with a stapler. BK sat perched on the edge of the desk with his arms folded; he looked exasperated. "I know that it would be a cri--" he said, and then his eyebrows rose and he stopped. "Mma Ramotswe." She wiggled her fingers at him in a small wave, and he began to smile.

"Yes," said Mma Makutsi fervently, her back to the door. "She would know what to do, but she is away on a very important case, and we cannot disturb her."

Mma Ramotswe gently cleared her throat. Mma Makutsi spun around and her face lit up. "Mma!" she cried, taking several quick, skittering steps toward her. "Oh, Mma, I am glad that you are back!"

Spoilery notes )

More Than Kin and Less Than Kind (Sons of Anarchy; 5740 words), for [ profile] fated_addiction
Jax was perched on the concrete front steps of St. Thomas with his knees draw up, shoulders hunched, and his chin low. He looked so small, so unlike his usual gangly swaggery self, that Tara paused for a long moment before quietly coming down one step, then two. Her sneakers made next to no noise as she sat down beside him, hip nearly brushing his.

Jax held the familiar top rocker in his hands, his thumb running across the TELLER patch just above the one that read PRESIDENT. Dried blood flaked off the leather under his hands. Tara wrapped both her arms around his near one and held on tight.

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Two of a Kind (The Red Star; 906 words), for [ profile] rushin_doll
"Yeah," hollered Urik Antares sarcastically, ducking a high-flying chair and rolling across the top of the bar. He hit the floor behind it hard enough that he knew he'd still be feeling the impact in his shoulder in the morning. "This was a great idea, Goncharova!"

Alex Goncharova, on the other hand, was laughing like a maniac. "Wasn't it?" she shouted back, and she popped over the top of the bar long enough to hurl a heavy beer stein in the general direction of the knot of combatants. She was grinning like a wild thing when she came back down, but she held an enormous bottle of blue-ribbon vodka in hand, which immediately made her a remarkably more suitable companion in Urik's eyes.

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Stars Are Born (Hellboy movies; 684 words), for cimera
"My God," said one of the three judges seated up front. "It sounds like a herd of elephants back there." He raised his voice. "Can we have some professionalism backstage, please! We have a bloody television program to put on!"

Four stagehands carried on pushing a digital screen across the enormous stage. One worker followed along behind them, keeping an eye on trailing electrical wires. Just as the screen reached its place, a huge shaggy gray werewolf entered, stage left. Hellboy burst onstage a half a second behind.

There was a very long moment in which no one moved and no one said a word.

Hellboy and the werewolf stared out at the audience. Three-thousand four-hundred and one audience members -- and three judges -- stared back at them.

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Small Blind (National Treasure; 884 words), for starfishchick
Rolling his eyes, Ian shoved two cards over to him across the rickety card table, and then his eyes slid to Ben, who had, Riley privately thought, the single worst poker face in the history of the game ever. He was currently frowning at his cards, like doing so would make them magically give up their secrets to him the way that historical artifacts seemed to. "Gates?" Ian prompted.

"Oh," said Ben, looking up. "I'll take, uh -- no, I'll take none. Thanks."

"You're really bad at this," Riley said, sitting with his feet up on Shaw's empty chair.

Ben glanced at him sideways. Dryly: "Thank you, Riley."

Riley tipped his invisible hat to him.

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sotto_voce: Joshua Chamberlain staring into the distance, with caption "brains are sexy" ([leverage] parker is skeptical)
I am not going to finish my recs before the reveals; I only made it to the L's in Yuletide Madness and halfway through the T's in regular stories. SADFACE! I will have to finish over the weekend, while we are either lightly sprinkled upon or SNOWED IN BY THE STORM OF THE CENTURY, depending on whose weather forecast you're listening to.

(P.S. - I know I probably don't have to say this to my f-list, as y'all are fabulous, but for serious, Yuletide recipients of the world, comment on the fic you received. It makes me so sad to read a wonderful story and get to the end and see that the recipient never said a word; not even a simple 'thank you.' Most of my recipients were fabulous and wrote lovely comments right away, but I've seen quite a few stories where the intended recipient hasn't said a word, and it makes me want to hug anon authors.

That said, I still owe two of my authors more detailed comments. *sheepish*)


24 recs in: Leverage, Lilo and Stitch, Mary Poppins, MASH, Roald Dahl's Matilda, Mulan, Oregon Trail, Princess Tutu, Project Runway (RPF), Public Service Announcements, Roman Holiday, Runaways, Shaun of the Dead, Sherlock Holmes, Sons of Anarchy, and Temeraire )
sotto_voce: Joshua Chamberlain staring into the distance, with caption "brains are sexy" ([sons of anarchy] lololol familiar)
A while back, I posted a strong, angry response to the season premiere of Sons of Anarchy. I almost gave up the show. I was disgusted. I turned it on again the next week, expecting to see it handled badly. Instead, I began to have hope that they were going in a certain direction. With every episode since then, I've grown more and more sure, and tonight finally confirmed it. Spoilers for tonight's Sons of Anarchy, and for most of season 2, behind the cut. But outside of the cut: I was wrong. Not that Kurt Sutter and his team of writers will ever know that I was even unhappy, much less that I've now changed my tune, but I was wrong. Again, written so that even if you don't follow the show, you should be able to follow along.

2x10: Balm )

There are only three episodes left in the season; I am both excited and very, very afraid.