Hurrah hurrah for Yuletide to make sure I write at least one fic every year. This year I was lucky enough to get a recipient who wanted the story that's been buzzing around in my brain for ten years.

One Thousand, Three Hundred and Fifty-Three Feet
Ferris Bueller's Day Off
Ferris/Cameron/Sloane
The question isn't "what are we going to do," the question is "what aren't we going to do?"

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And I was lucky enough to get TWO stories of my own!

Extended Options in Twosomes by epshlan is perhaps the most delightful Troy/Abed/Annie fic ever written. Pop culture references! Roleplaying! An amazing Troy voice!

Duck, Duck, You by ladygray99 is a sweet Yuletide Madness ficlet about feelings and the inside of Abed's head.

HUZZAH YULETIDE.

Dear Yuletide Author! If you're even still looking for this letter! So sorry for the delay. Life, you know, am I right?

I hope this isn't too terribly gauche, but here are the relevant details from last year's letter! I like what I like and I'm so psyched for whatever you want to write me, so please have fun!

( LETTER )

For Yuletide this year I was super thrilled to see one of my favorite books of all time included, China Mountain Zhang by Maureen McHugh. You've probably never heard of it, but I beg you to go read it. It's amazingly interesting and well-written speculative fiction, with killer details and characterization. In the 22nd century, China is the major world power, the US is a communist backwater, and Zhang is a gay, multiracial New Yorker who needs a job. I wish all books were basically just like this.

AND THEN I got my assignment: 2,000 Yuletide participants and I got throughadoor, former coworker and awesome r/l friend, whose apartment I've been drunk in many times. (And this two years after my writer turned out to be my then-roommate annakovsky. Yuletide: A World of Coincidences.) Secretly trying to tailor fic to the taste of someone you actually know turns out to be super fun!


Title: get me away from here, I'm dying
Fandom: China Mountain Zhang (Maureen McHugh)
Author: kyrafic
Notes: For kel in Yuletide 2010. Mirrored here on AO3.
Summary: Zhang in Boston. No matter where you go, there you are.

( The train from New Grand Central to Boston is supposed to take 45 minutes, short enough for an easy commute. It takes two and a half hours because there's a problem with the electrical in South Massachusetts, outside Providence. )

Because I am apparently the luckiest of all persons, my Yuletide author was so amazing that I got a fic that fulfilled TWO of my requests! It crossed over Community with 30 Rock AND Conan O'Brien!! And in the process provided AMAAAAAZING Troy/Abed of amazingness, AND Conan/Liz shenanigans! Plus killer ensemble banter and hilarity and Star Trek references and oh my heart. YOU WILL LOVE IT.

Special Seminar in Romantic Comedy by ???

Dear Benevolent Yuletide Being,

( ... )

Title: alone now
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Summary: Book 7 spoilers. Hermione's mother in Australia.
Notes: Hastily written for nothing_hip.

I think we're alone now / There doesn't seem to be anyone around -Tiffany

He knows: he went over everyone, & nobody’s missing.
Often he reckons, in the dawn, them up.
Nobody is ever missing. - John Berryman, Dream Song 29

( Australia's a wonder.  )

Today Harry Potter turns 30 years old. If this doesn't give you feeeelings, well, we are different people. Harry, I hope you're happy, wherever you are! In the meantime, let's celebrate by reading fic about the ennui of adulthood.

Recollection, silviakundera: They can't touch a man who's thirty, with his rain resistant overcoat and the life he left behind.

On Wednesday, Jay Tryfanstone: Mr Potter drives home from work. It's Wednesday. (One of my favorite wtf-is-the-backstory fics; I know I've linked it here before.)

Also you can get one of my favorite Harry-after-everything songs from that mix I made a while ago (track three).

Any other Grown Up Harry fic recs?

Attention, fannish peoples: you may or may not remember a community called nothing_hip founded by annakovsky lo these several years ago. The way it worked was, every week community members got an mp3 of an embarrassing song -- the kind you don't want anyone to find on your iPod, but enjoy in ridiculous ways. And then you write fic inspired by the song. It's a great way to write that random 400 word idea floating around in your head, or finish up the story that's been languishing on your hard drive, and the fic tends to go in tons of fun, unexpected directions.

And: it's coming back! For the month of August. So if you want to get creative, or have fresh new fic to get you through the dog days of summer, go join: nothing_hip. And tell your friends. Thank you!

Blankly As Walls
Fandom: The Office
Summary: Motherhood.

Notes: Title from Sylvia Plath's Morning Song. No spoilers whatsoever.


( When the baby finally comes, it's red and ugly and screaming. )

GUESS WHAT EVERYONE: IT IS ANNAKOVSKY'S BIRTHDAY! In honor, may I present:


30 Ways to Say Happy Birthday to annakovsky


( Warning: This is ridiculous. )