i. i've only read a handful of yuletide stories so far (and don't really have the time to be reading any at all), but here be random three that made me a bit warm and mushy on the inside:
Hercule Poirot's Morning Off (agatha christie, gen). short-ish; inside, what it says on the wrapper. i giggled.
Tales Told in Egypt (bible, hebrew/ot, canon pairings. haha, "canon". erm.). approximately half of the old testament is cruel stories of bitter sibling rivalry, y/y?
the other half being 'cest. anyhoo, a beautiful feel-good story about siblings leading up to joseph - the leah and rachel part in particular is delightful. (also, a disturbingly catchy, yet accurate, blurb.)
Go East, Young Man (steven brust's dragaeraverse, girlslash!). i tend to be a bit wary about brustfic in general, but how can you resist a blurb that says "Sethra the Younger really, really wants to conquer the East"? (she does.*) to be honest, i have no idea what is actually going on in most parts of this story - but the writing is sweet, there are nifty details, the characterizations are on, (nearly) all the bestest characters are included, and, well, i was pleased and think others might be, as well.
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ETA: lest the rec mislead people, sethra the younger isn't getting any of the girlslashy action here, though. i'm just mentioning this because, now that the thought has occurred to me, i for one would... like her to be? getting some? in some other story? tangentially speaking?p.s. sethra the younger is secretly awesome.
p.p.s. there are, like, a billion other yuletide stories, too.
ii. to balance out yesternight's horrid
de-lovely, today we watched (at the parent cave)
being julia, featuring an brilliant, shining, gorgeous annette bening (how can she be so gorgeous?), a thoroughly excellent jeremy irons (nearly not creepy at all! only just sufficiently slightly creepy!), an unrecognized quintessential british school boy type actor as the quintessential precocious british school boy character, a really pretty girl, a sweet someone who may have actually been american but came across so british that we never for a moment bought his american act as boytoy, and dumbledore as the little voice in your head. i assume it's not physically possible to hear annette bening laugh without laughing along. so that, too, made me pretty happy.
iii. for this holiday season, i've taken to wearing my mother's boots from circa 1978, my mother's coat from circa 1978, my mother's jumper from circa 1978, and my mother's haircut from circa 1978. add in the fact that my father can no longer tell my voice apart from my mother's on the phone, and it seems not unlikely that i'm become my mother from circa 1978.
vintage. you're doing it wrong.