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[anglophileforlife]

In recent days, there have been a number of posts on tumblr about third party apps that host AO3 fic on them. A lot of people are worried and even more people are pissed.

There is no need to send in emails to AO3 Support or to the Policy and Abuse team. They are fully aware of the situation and are probably drowning in emails right now. 

Here’s what I know and what you can do about it.

Fluff app / Fanfiction Pocket Archive Library app / Archive Track Reader app:

These apps work as a sort of skin for the AO3 site itself. They don’t download works and redistribute them. They provide an access point to AO3.

The developers of these apps are making money from the app itself (through tips and subscriptions - both voluntary), which wouldn’t exist without the free content created by AO3 authors. Since people post their work to AO3 because it is free to access and hosted without ads, authors are understandably angered by this.

Because these apps are basically just a portal to the site, a DMCA notice will not apply in this case. All works currently hosted on AO3 will show up on these apps, because these apps are simply letting you view AO3 through their interface.

Woodsign company apps (including MCU, Harry Potter, Sherlock, Creepypasta, and more):

These apps seem to curate  some fic from the various fandoms and rehost it. They allow users to read offline, so it’s possible they are redistributing it. In this case, a DMCA takedown might be effective.

This app developer is also making money by hosting fanfic that was written and posted for free on AO3. They have put up a paywall so that you can only access the complete fic if you pay for it or rate the app in the App store. 

If you want to post a negative review, consider saying things like:

* these fanworks are free already at archiveofourown.org * you can kudos, comment, bookmark, subscribe, and mark to read for later for free with an archiveofourown.org account * you can also download fics to read later in various file formats - both pdf and formats that are usable by ereaders * archiveofourown.org is a website with full mobile browser accessibility. Anything you can do in this app, you can do on the site - for free, and without ads * the Archive is a fully-licensed non-profit organization run by volunteers, unlike this for-profit app

There is no official AO3 app. The website is mobile friendly and if you want to have quick button access to it, you can Add to Homescreen on your phone and you can click in just like you would on an app. None of these third party apps can provide you with AO3 support. Only AO3 can do that. The best version of the site will always, always be the site itself.

If you’ve read this far, please signal boost so that AO3 Support can get fewer tickets. And if you love AO3, consider donating to them. They accept donations year round, not just during their pledge drives. 

[anglophileforlife]

I miss being 7 and designing a Valentine's Day shoebox and buying 25 little paper valentines with whatever I loved on them and writing them to each of my classmates and adding a little piece of candy to each valentine and dropping them in all my classmate's boxes and then opening my own box at the end of the day to discover 25 little valentines from the rest of my class showing what they all loved.... Oh to be a 7-year-old on February 14th

[anglophileforlife]

A Tango In Paris

Jonathan kept to the edge of the dance floor, eyes trained on one dancer in particular. He'd been watching her all evening from the shadows, watching how she danced with each of her partners, never dancing with one man more than once. The way her body moved, the slow sway of her hips making the clingy fabric of her dress mold more to her willowy frame.

This wasn't the first time he had seen her. They had been circling each other for weeks, ever since he suddenly found himself without a job. The sudden implosion of Roper Enterprises left Jonathan twiddling his thumbs in a tiny London flat, slowly going mad from sheer boredom. The only highlight of those solitary days had been his evening strolls through the busy London streets, knowing that she followed closely behind, the scent of her perfume driving him mad. Sometimes, he would flip the script, losing her in one of the back alleyways, only to pick her up again and become the hunter himself, intent on learning all he could about his mysterious quarry.

He knew she enjoyed the game as much as he did. Sometimes, he could hear her laughter ringing through a deserted alley, only to look around and see absolutely nothing. He smiled to himself as he straightened his tie and watched her now. Yes, their game had come to its inevitable conclusion. He had cornered her here, although she was still unaware of the fact. He reveled in being allowed to drink in the sight of her at long last, like a fine French wine. He rarely dreamed before her, preferring the silent, peaceful sleep of the righteous. Now, his nocturnal musings were full of her, and each morning he woke to an impressive hard-on and a deep-seated need to know what she tasted like, what she felt like in his arms.

Suddenly, one night she was no longer there, waiting for him in the streets. He searched for her for a few weeks, growing more despondent with every night that he was alone. It was sheer luck to find her here, at a holiday party of all places, but here she was, and he wasn't losing her again.

Angela had insisted he come to Paris for a rest, to get away from the city for a holiday. He didn't want to leave, as he was sure the moment he did, she would return and find him gone, but leave he did, and now, if Angela was here, he would kiss her for her insistence. He watched as she and her partner left the floor, patiently waiting for his chance.

He cocked his head as he watched her flirt with the man who was draped around her. He smirked, knowing that said man thought he had a chance at taking her home, but Jonathan knew better. Only he would have that privilege. The music changed to a low Latin beat and Jonathan knew that it was now or never. He quickly downed the glass of champagne he had been holding and passed it off to a waiter as he made his way across the floor. The other man was just taking her hand to lead her back to the dance floor when Jonathan stopped beside them and smiled down at the vision in front of him.

"May I have this dance?"

She seemed to consider his question carefully before giving him a coy smile and a wink before holding out her hand for him to grasp gently. "Of course, but only if you tango."

He laughed low in his chest as he pulled her toward the floor. "For you, I'll be Fred Astaire."

Her laughter followed them as they made their way into the crowd already dancing. As he drew her close and wrapped an arm around her waist, she looked up at him and smiled. "No Fred necessary. Just be you... Jonathan."

He twirled her away from his body before reeling her back in before he answered her. "You have me at a disadvantage, darling."

She just laughed and shook her head, swaying her hips in time with his as they began to dance in earnest. "Oh, I doubt anyone ever has you at a disadvantage."

They stopped talking then, each paying attention to the other's moves. Jonathan was enthralled by the easy way she danced as if she was one with the music. Every sway, every kick, every thrust of her hips was perfectly in time to the beat he could now feel in his bones. Time seemed to stand still only for them, each lost in the moment and the other's arms until the last note died with the song. Both were breathing heavily when they at last parted, she staring up at him and he gazing down into her eyes that seemed to beg a question. One he knew he had the answer for.

Without a word, he took her hand and led her from the dance floor and out of the room, walking resolutely down the hall to the bank of elevators. Once inside the metal box, he trapped her against the wall, holding her there with his lower body as she pulled him even closer by the lapels of his jacket. He shook his head, trying to clear it somewhat.

"Who are you?"

She groaned as she took hold of the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling his head down to hers. "No questions, please. Just kiss me."

"Just... " He swore as she thrust her hips upward, grinding into his already hard erection. "Oh god... I have to know."

She huffed out an impatient breath as the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened, ending their private moment. She followed him down the hall to a door, where he shakily unlocked and swung it open, motioning for her to precede him. Once inside, she once again found herself pressed against the wall, this time with her legs wrapped around his waist and his body pressed tightly against hers. Jonathan smirked as she cursed when he twisted his pelvis into hers.

"I've been following you for months. I'm surprised you didn't spot me sooner. I've been assigned to watch you in case you decided to do anything... foolhardy."

Jonathan shook his head, at once both praising Angela for her choice of sitter and cursing her for not trusting him. Before he let himself get too far into his own head, he looked down at the vision in front of him. "Your name?"

The woman rolled her eyes, making his smirk widen as she scoffed. "Must I?"

Jonathan nodded slowly, leaning in to lay several kisses down her throat. "Oh yes, darling, I'm afraid so."

"Elizabeth. Happy now?"

Jonathan nodded once before lifting her away from the wall and carrying her into the bedroom, where he let her slide slowly down his tall frame until her heeled feet touched the carpet. He stepped away from her and began to disrobe. First his jacket, then his tie, followed by his shoes being toed off and kicked across the room. Next came his expensive silk shirt and finally his trousers and socks, leaving him breathtakingly nude in front of her.

She smiled and reached for the small bow at her waist, loosening it and letting the clingy material of her dress fall away to reveal her equally nude body underneath. Jonathan fell to his knees in front of her, ready to worship the goddess standing in front of him in only stilettos. Reaching around her, he let his hands rest on the plumpness of her cheeks as he kissed her stomach and let his head rest there for a moment before his lips began to wander downward, as if in search of their home.

When his tongue found her clit, she cried out and clutched at his hair, holding him close to her. As he became more amorous, he could feel her legs begin to shake. He lifted his head to grin up at her. "Fall back, love. Trust me."

She gave a small head nod and did as he requested, finding herself laying on the soft duvet of the bed. He followed behind, never stopping his attentions to her clit and folds. There wasn't a part of her that he didn't kiss, lick or fondle, and by the time she was shaking from her third orgasm, she was begging him to stop. "Please! Please, I need you... "

He reluctantly lifted his head from between her legs and crawled up until he was on top of her and staring down at her satisfied face. He buried his face in her neck as she reached down and grasped his hard cock in her hand. Jonathan knew he wouldn't last long if he didn't stop her soon, but it felt so good to have her touching him that he let her have the lead for a moment or two more before reaching down between their bodies and gently removing her hands.

He smiled and chuckled softly as he braced himself on his forearms and let his lower body find its way home. As he thrust in slowly, Elizabeth arched her back, revealing her neck to his searching lips. As he licked, sucked and nibbled on the tender flesh beneath her ear, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him close. They stayed that way for a long while, Jonathan thrusting slowly and steadily, Elizabeth arching and meeting his every move.

Finally, the pull became too strong, the need to reach fulfillment overwhelming as his thrusts became harder and faster, her cries more rapturous and needful. Jonathan looked down at the woman beneath him and caught his breath at how beautiful she was, especially now as she was about to fall over that sweet edge. He closed his eyes, feeling the need to fall with her, but wanting to bring her release first. He felt her fingers on his face and he let his eyes open again to find her staring up at him, a look of wonder on her face that again took his breath away. He watched her swallow hard as she fought to find the words she was looking for. On his end, he gave her no quarter, never slowing or stopping his thrusts. He was ever mindful of his deep-seated need to see her go over first, but her words stopped him in his tracks.

"Please, Jonathan. Together... "

He slowed for a moment before nodding and smiling down at her through a haze of passion. "Yes, Elizabeth, together." He tried to slow down, but his body had other ideas. It was too late to pull back on the reins and Jonathan knew it. "Please, baby, now... now!"

They both fell together at the same time, each shouting the other's name as they collapsed into each other, a heap of body parts strewn across the bed. Minutes or hours later, Jonathan lifted his head from her chest at the sound of her giggling. He grinned down at her with a quizzical look on his face. She shook her head as she reached up and ran a hand through his sweaty, disheveled hair. "We should have done that months ago!"

Jonathan nods as he falls onto his back beside her on the bed, reaching for her hand to hold in his. "Yes, I agree." He shrugs, bringing her hand up to kiss the back of it. "Well, we have plenty of catching up to do, don't we darling?"

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Jonathan wakes the next morning to sunlight streaming through the half-open French doors off the balcony and groans, turning to bury his head in Elizabeth's shoulder, but he finds himself alone in the bed. He finds a small piece of paper ripped from the hotel stationary laying on the pillow beside him and lifts it. He smiles as he lays back on his own pillow and stares up at the ceiling, letting the paper fall to the bed beside him.

Until we meet again, Mon Amor.

Lizzy

@caffiend-queen​

[anglophileforlife]

Heard some important information on Twitter today, and thought I’d post it here for anyone who may not have heard it. This is actually a thing, devised by human rights organisation called Karma Nirvana.

Reblog to save a life?

[anglophileforlife]

Plot Bunnies, Plot Chickens, Etc.

As a lot of people aren’t familiar with plot creatures, I thought I’d shed some light on the members of the mental menagerie…

The Plot Bunny - Story ideas that come bounding in and start multiplying.

The Plot Chicken - They squawk, flap around, and shit everywhere, but when you actually need to do something with them, they scatter.

The Plot Sloth - Takes its sweet goddamned time turning into something useful.

The Plot Mule - When you mash two plots together and get something cool, but you can’t get a sequel out of it to save your life.

The Plot Cat - Lazy little bastards who take up your headspace, scare away all the other plot bunnies, but won’t actually do anything except lay there.

The Plottweiler - Barks loudly and viciously so you can’t ignore it, distracts you from everything else you want to write, but leaves you too paralyzed with fear to actually put words down.

The Plot Squirrel - Cute, distracting, full of nuts, and just TRY to keep up with that train of thought.

The Plot Bedbug - Shows up during the night, chews on you so you can’t sleep, and disappears in the daylight.

The Plot Tick - Burrows in, bleeds you dry, and leaves you with the creepy-crawlies. Mostly preys on horror writers.

The Plotroach - Totally unappealing, but so tenacious they’ll survive anything until you finally give up and write them.

What Plot Creatures have you encountered?

[anglophileforlife]

Yassss...

A Thor spin-off film where Loki really is dead but he died with a Plan and that plan involves breaking out of the land of the dead and becoming even more goth and unkillable than before, but unfortunately all of Loki’s plans suck, leaving him to ask help from the only person who can help him and the person least likely to. It’s Heimdall, and Marvel NEEDS this high fantasy prison break buddy/arch nemesis comedy, the tagline is something like “they’ll be the death of each other” or like “these gods are conquering death…….if they don’t kill each other first” @ marvel you fuckig cowards listen

[anglophileforlife]

just wanting to prove a quick point here. reblog if you believe loki is a complex, well-developed, three-dimensional character who didn’t deserve to be killed in the first 5 minutes of the movie. let’s see how many we are

[anglophileforlife]

so this is a thing

a bunch of moms are making letters+audio recordings of affirming, validating letters to queer/trans* people who don’t get that kind of support from their moms

i would say more about it but

im kind of busy in this puddle of tears on the floor so

[anglophileforlife]

Queen Hatshepsut of Ancient Egypt. She has a lovely smile for someone who’s been dead for thousands of years.

[anglophileforlife]

so let me get this straight:

y’all bleed outta your vaginas

once a month, your panties look like a fucking murder scene

you are basically giVING BIRTH TO THE FUCKING LINING OF ONE OF YOUR INTERNAL ORGANS

and yet you just go about your daily business like

people with vaginas are fucking badass.

[anglophileforlife]

Halestorm - Apocalyptic [Official Video]

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This scene is what made this my favorite Tom role. I forgot I was watching him act. I was watching Harry.

[anglophileforlife]

Nope. Going back to bed. I'm not ready for his nonsense today.

Korea!Tom MkII is a thing of beauty and no-one will convince me otherwise…

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Idiots...

he just needs to smile more

as a woman i can tell you there are MANY things wrong with this

[anglophileforlife]

I’ve been using this a lot over the last day or so