#Dan Taylor fanfiction

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery

warnings: swearing, Vietnam War, ableism

AN: I'm going to try to write post-war Dan. Please please please let me know if I do something wrong and how I can do this better. If I screw this up, LET ME KNOW. I want to do this right and can't do that unless someone lets me know I fucked up and what I can do better.

When I had gotten the letter that Dan was coming home, I had been ecstatic. They hadn't told me what happened to him or why he was getting a medical discharge. It honestly didn't matter that much to me since he had been preparing me to move on when I got the letter. The letter that was supposed to tell me he had been killed in action. Instead I got a letter that said he was wounded in action and would be at the evac hospital in Saigon before coming home. He had written me one letter, letting me know that he wasn't the same man who had gone off to war and if I wasn't there to meet him he would understand. As I scanned the men getting off the plane, I couldn't help but think how wrong he was.

"Yeah yeah yeah." I turned when I heard Dan's voice to see him waving off a flight attendant who was saluting him. "You can go now. Thanks."

"We're supposed to wait with you for whoever..." the attendant tried again.

“ain’t nobody coming for me. I’m fine on my own.” Dan cut them off. He angrily glared at the attendant until they left. That was when I realized he was in a wheelchair. Dan had reached down to wheel himself away when he looked up. I smiled at him and waved.

“hi Dan.” I said. He stared at me in shock.

“(Y/N).” He breathed out. Dan settled his hands in his lap as I walked over. I sat down next to him and reached over to take his hand. He pulled them out of my reach and I nodded. “You…you shouldn’t have come. I told you…”

“you weren’t the same man that had left. Yeah I know that.” I finished. “You also gave me a choice. You said if I wasn’t here you’d understand. But I am here. I’m not leaving you. You’re still Dan Taylor to me.” Dan frowned at me before slowly reaching over and taking my hand.

“The dumbass fucked with my destiny.” Dan muttered. He wouldn’t meet my eye and I frowned. “Private Gump. Long story.” He shook his head and squeezed my hand. “I am glad you’re here. I just…”

“yeah. I get it.” I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “But let’s get out of here yeah?” Dan nodded as he gave me a small smile. “Is it alright if I…?” I trailed off and motioned to the wheelchair. Dan sighed and nodded.

“Yeah.” He muttered. “I’ll figure it out eventually but go ahead. It’ll be faster anyway. Getting onto and off the plane…”

“if it’s going to piss me off, don’t.” I said. Dan looked at me over his shoulder as I started to push him through the airport.

“Huh.” He huffed and turned back around. “Anyway… I have physical therapy at the VA in a couple days. Would you…”

“I can drive you there if you want.” I said. “You’ll have to get me directions though. I didn’t even know there was one close by.”

“Neither did I.” Dan said. “I shouldn’t…” someone cut in front of us and turned to flip Dan off as he tripped. I flipped him back off at the same time Dan did. “Can’t you see I’m walking here?” Dan scoffed. “Asshole.”

“I swear people get worse and worse all the time.” I muttered, realizing this was going to become common place. I would be damned if Dan got used to it. “So this private Gump, why are you so pissed off at him?”

“you mean aside from saving my life?” Dan shot back. I gently pushed his head and he turned to look at me in surprise. “Alright. Alright. There’s nothing wrong with him. He’s a good kid. He was just going what his friend was telling him to do anyway. Run away.” Dan paused for a second. “And trying not to be separated from the other private he came in with. He kept going to back to find him and…” Dan hung his head. “Gump found everyone else and private blue last. He’s too good a person to leave anyone to die.”

“I’ll have to thank this private Gump.” I said. Leaning forward, I pressed a kiss to the top of Dan’s head. “He got you back to me.” Dan reached up and squeezed my hand.

“Maybe one day.” Dan assured me. “I already know you’ll get along with him. Probably too well.”

“You going to be alright outside while I go get the car?” I asked Dan as we grabbed his bag.

“yeah.” Dan said, pulling the bag into his lap. “You know me, I can give anyone a piece of my mind.” I nodded and got him situated by the entrance while I went to grab the car.

“I’ll be right back.” I promised and kissed his cheek. Dan cupped my cheek before smiling at me.

“thank you.” He whispered, drawing my lips to his. I hummed against his lips and pulled back. I smiled at him before running off to grab the car. When I pulled back up, Dan was screaming at a random guy who was standing awful close to him.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing? Blocking the fucking door!” The guy yelled. Dan flipped him off.

“fuck you asshole!” Dan yelled back. “Not like I’ve got much space to move for your sorry ass.” I raised an eyebrow and got out of the car.

“then let someone move you! Instead of screaming at them!” Dan made as if he was going to lunge at the guy. He jumped back and dan started laughing.

“I’m a fucking vet fuckwad.” Dan growled. “If you or anyone else touches me or this car, then you have to fuck with me.” I stepped up and put a hand on dans shoulder.

“and me.” I added. The guy looked up at me.

“You gonna let him talk to me like that?” He asked. I nodded.

“yeah. I am. Like he said. He’s a veteran. Just got back in country.” I said with a shrug. “He has a right to stand up for himself. In fact he fought for that right. So I’m gonna let him do that.”

“stand up.” The guy laughed. “That’s rich.” My face fell and I looked at Dan. He motioned towards the guy with both hands.

“I’ve been dealing with this since you left.” He explained. I nodded.

“I mean I knew people were gonna be assholes but I mean…” I shook my head.

“Hey he’s the asshole. Vietnamese raping, baby killer. You deserve…” he didn’t finish his sentence when I hit him.

“shut your fucking mouth.” I hissed. “You have no idea what’s going on over there. So keep your fucking mouth shut.” The guy held his cheek and there was a cheer that went up. I blushed as I turned back towards Dan. “Uh…” I looked around and smiled nervously. “Wanna go before the cops show up?” Dan nodded with a laugh.

“yeah.” He said. “Let’s go you little spitfire.” I blushed deeper as I pushed him to the car and stood back while he got himself into the passenger seat. I folded up his chair and put it in the trunk before getting in and driving off.

[strangeparadoxlikely]

idk of this makes sense to anyone else but would've, could've, should've is such a sister daniel song in my brain and someday i'll get around to writing that fic

like what do you mean 'if you'd never looked my way, i would've stayed on my knees, and I damn sure never would've danced with the devil at nineteen' no comment

'if you never touched me, i would've gone along with the righteous' but how are we supposed to believe in something bigger than ourselves when the feeling of your hand in mine makes me feel closer to heaven than a lifetime of prayers

'YOU'RE A CRISIS OF MY FAITH'

'i miss who I used to be, the tomb won't close' and 'if clarity's in death, then why won't this die?' with the idea of the tomb/death as the closet but also the consequence of being out of it at the same time

and like 'give me back my girlhood it was mine first' but not in a loss of innocence you made me grow up too fast way but in a i learned to be a girl by your side and i don't know how to perform gender when i'm not playing opposite you.

[katherinewinchester13]

My baby's fit like a daydream

Walking with his head down

I'm the one he's walking to

(Call it what you want, call it what you want, call it)

So call it what you want, yeah

Call it what you want to

My baby's fly like a jet stream

High above the whole scene

Loves me like I'm brand new

(Call it what you want, call it what you want, call it)

So call it what you want, yeah

Call it what you want to

★∻∹⋰⋰ ☆∻∹⋰⋰ ★∻∹⋰⋰ ☆∻∹⋰⋰★∻∹⋰⋰

★★★★✩

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Complete 💯

🚨TRIGGER WARNINGS🚨

(Homophobic Talk)

MATURE

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SHIPS

Lucifer/Dan Espinoza

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DESCRIPTION

The morning after Lucifer nearly kisses Chloe but is interrupted by an old “friend,” his world is shattered and hurt when Chloe shows a side of herself he never suspected. But he is Lucifer Morningstar after all, the Devil himself, so will he come through this unbroken?

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[nothoughtsonlytrance]

Made a Phan SongFic based on Taylor Swift’s “Back to December!” Hope you enjoy it!

[mpchev]

You like reading fanfics? How about reading about fanfics? 😏

Here’s what I've read so far (or am currently getting through) for my dissertation on fanfiction bookbinding! I'll be updating it as I go until the end of July. If you have any recs to add to the towering pile or any questions/opinions about something on there, I’m all ears!

on fan studies & ficbinding ✔

Alexander, Julia, ‘Making fanfiction beautiful enough for a bookshelf’, The Verge, 9 March 2021 <https://www.theverge.com/22311788/fanfiction-bookbinding-tiktok-diy-star-wars-harry-potter-twitter-fandom> [accessed 12 June 2024]

Buchsbaum, Shira Belén, ‘Binding fan fiction and reexamining book production models’, Transformative Works and Cultures, 37 (2022)

Dym, Brianna, and Casey Fiesler, ‘Ethical and privacy considerations for research using online fandom data’, Transformative Works and Cultures, 33 (2020)

Jenkins, Henry, Textual Pochers: Television Fans and Participatory Culture (New York: Routeledge, 1992)

Jenkins, Henry, ‘Transmedia Storytelling 101’, Pop Junctions, 21 March 2007 <http://henryjenkins.org/2007/03/transmedia_storytelling_101.html#sthash.gSETwxQX.dpuf> [accessed 12 June 2024]

Hellekson, Karen, ‘Making Use Of: The Gift, Commerce, and Fans’, Cinema Journal, 54, no. 3 (2015), 125–131

Kennedy, Kimberly, ‘Fan binding as a method of fan work preservation’, Transformative Works and Cultures, 37 (2022)

Minkel, Elizabeth, ‘Before “Fans,” There Were “Kranks,” “Longhairs,” and “Lions”: How Do Fandom Gain Their Names?’, Atlas Obscura, 30 May 2024 <https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/fandom-names> [accessed 12 June 2024]

Penley, Constance, Nasa / Trek: Popular Science and Sex in America (London: Verso, 1997)

Price, Ludi, ‘Fanfiction, Self-Publishing, and the Materiality of the Book: A Fan Writer’s Autoethnography’, Humanities, 11, no. 100 (2022), 1–20

Schiller, Melanie, ‘Transmedia Storytelling: New Practices and Audiences’, in Stories: Screen Narrative in the Digital Era, ed. by Ian Christie and Annie van den Oever (Amsterdam: Amsterdam University Press, 2018), 99–107

on folklore, the internet, other background reading ✔

Barthes, Roland, ‘La mort de l’auteur’ in Le Bruissement de la langue: Essais critiques IV (Paris: Éditions du Seuil, 1984)

Blank, Trevor J., Folklore and the Internet: Vernacular Expression in a Digital World (Logan, Utah: Utah State University Press, 2009)

Mauss, Marcel, ‘Essai sur le don. Forme et raison de l’échange dans les sociétés archaïques.’, L’année sociologique, 1923–1924; digital edition by Jean-Marie Tremblay, Les classiques des sciences sociales, 17 February 2002, <http://classiques.uqac.ca/classiques/mauss_marcel/socio_et_anthropo/2_essai_sur_le_don/essai_sur_le_don.html> [accessed 10 June 2024]

McCulloch, Gretchen, Because Internet: Understanding How Language is Changing (Random House, 2019)

Niles, John D., Homo Narrans: The Poetics and Anthropology of Oral Literature (University of Pennsylvania Press: Philadelphia, 1999)

hopefully coming up next (haven't started yet)

A Companion to Media Fandom and Fan Studies, ed. by Paul Booth (Hoboken: John Wiley & Sons, Inc., 2018)

A Fan Studies Primer: Method, Research, Ethics, ed. by Paul Booth and Rebecca Williams (Iowa City: University of Iowa Press, 2021)

Dietz, Laura, ‘Showing the scars: A short case study of de-enhancement of hypertext works for circulation via fan binding or Kindle Direct Publishing’, 34th ACM Conference on Hypertext and Social Media (HT ‘23), September 4–8, 2023, Rome Italy (ACM: New York, 2023)

Fathallah, Judith May, Fanfiction and the Author: How Fanfic Changes Popular Cultural Texts (Amsterdam: Amsterdam University Press, 2017)

Finn, Kavita Mudan, and Jessica McCall, ‘Exit, pursued by a fan: Shakespeare, Fandom, and the Lure of the Alternate Universe’, Critical Survey, 28, no. 2 (2016), 27–38

Hjorth, Larissa et al., eds. The Routledge Companion to Digital Ethnography (New York: Routledge Taylor & Francis Group, 2017)

Jacobs, Naomi, and JSA Lowe, ‘The Design of Printed Fanfiction: A Case Study of Down to Agincourt Fanbinding’, Proceedings from the Document Academy, 9, issue 1, article 5

Jenkins, Henry, Convergence Culture: Where Old and New Media Collide (New York: New York University Press, 2006)

Jenkins, Henry, Spreadable Media: Creating Value and Meaning In A Networked Culture (New York: New York University Press, 2013)

Kennedy, Kimberly, and Shira Buchsbaum, ‘Reframing Monetization: Compensatory Practices and Generating a Hybrid Economy in Fanbinding Commissions’, Humanities, 11, no. 67 (2022), 1–18

Kirby, Abby, ‘Examining Collaborative Fanfiction: New Practices in Hyperdiegesis and Poaching’, Humanities, 11, no. 87 (2002), 1–9

Kustritz, Anne, Identity, Community, and Sexuality in Slash Fan Fiction (New Work: Routeledge, 2024)

Lamerichs, Nicolle, Productive Fandom: Intermediality and Affecive Reception in Fan Cultures, (Amsterdam: Amsterdam Universtiy Press, 2018)

Popova, Milena, ‘Follow the trope: A digital (auto)ethnography for fan studies’, Transformative Works and Cultures, 33 (2020)

Rosenblatt, Betsy, and Rebecca Tushnet, ‘Transformative Works: Young Women’s Voices on Fandom and Fair Use’, in eGirls, eCitizens: Putting Technology, Theory and Policy into Dialogue with Girls’ and Young Women’s Voices, ed. by Jane Bailey and Valerie Steeves

Soller, Bettina, ‘Filing off the Serial Numbers: Fanfiction and its Adaptation to the Book Market’, in Adaptation in the Age of Media Convergence, ed. by Johannes Fehrle, Werner Schäfke-Zell (Amsterdam: Amsterdam University Press, 2019), 58–85

[the-modern-typewriter]

Yo, I've seen your book rec posts on and off for a while, and I was wondering if you could (if you have time ^.^ if not, that's cool too) throw up a list of your favorite lgbt/neurodivergent/unique protagonist books? I don't think I've ever read a book outside of fanfiction where the lead/s weren't just some form of 'normal' or straight or whatever. Also, since you're one of my favorite authors I feel like I'd be more inclined to give one of them a go lol ^.^'

There are an increasing number of diverse books out there!

Here are some of my personal favourites in no particular order, by which I mean I have rated them 4 stars (I really liked it) or 5 stars (it was amazing) and then curated the list some more on top of that. E.g. I might have thought it was amazing at the time, but if I can't tell you anything that happened in the story years after reading it, it's not on the list. That doesn't mean it's not worth reading, just that I have a bad memory so if I remember it definitely did something right!)

You can find more books I've read on my Goodreads. There are books that fit what you've asked for on there, it just doesn't fit my personal curated favourites list!

LGBTQ books

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller (m/m)

If We Were Villains by M.L Rio (m/m)

Girls Made of Snow and Glass and Girl, Serpent, Thorn by Melissa Bashardoust

Sawkill Girls by Claire Legrand (f/f + ace)

In the Dream House by Carmen Maria Machado (f/f - non fiction)

Salt Slow by Julia Armfield (f/f)

Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin (m/m)

Nightwood by Djuna Barnes (f/f - though be warned, this is a weird one! Rated highly more because I can't get it out of my head than that I liked it)

Tipping the Velvet and Fingersmith by Sarah Waters (f/f)

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

Peter Darling by Austin Chant (m/m, trans)

The Binding by Bridget Collins (m/m)

The House in the Cerulean Sea by T.J Klune (m/m)

Plain Bad Heroines by Emily M. Danforth (f/f)

The Greenhollow duology by Emily Tesh (m/m)

These Violent Delights by Micah Nemerever (m/m)

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston (f/f)

(Obligatory read MY BOOK The God Key (m/m) here!) Obviously, this is my favourite ;)

Unique/Interesting protagonists:

Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman

Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn

The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon

I Am Not A Serial Killer by Dan Wells

Middlegame by Seanan McGuire (Her Wayward Children series is also great and has a lot of LGBTQ rep!)

The Kiss Quotient by Helen Hoang (MC has Asperger's)

A Spindle Splintered by Alix.E. Harrow (terminally ill MC, also f/f)

Fugitive Pieces by Anne Michaels

House of Leaves by Mark.Z. Danielewski

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time by Mark Haddon (Autistic MC)

Disfigured: On Fairytales, Disability and Making Space by Amanda Leduc (nonfiction)

[stellminefanblog]

Headcanons for Modern Stellmine/Caether AU

STELLMINE

Stelle has so many Raccoon plushies that Lumine physically cannot fit on the bed

Stelle and Lumine do double-dates with March and Robin

Stelle is a professional baseball player for the ‘astral express’ and wears the number 69 for the memes

Lumine and Furina are best friends and it pisses Stelle off whenever they spend more time together than with her

Lumine not only tolerates Himeko’s coffee but actively enjoys it

Stelle works as a barista when she’s not playing baseball

Lumine has a vile hate for TikTok and prefers YouTube Shorts.

Lumine prefers stellar jades over primogems because they’re easier to get.

Stelle didn’t realize she and Lumine were together until after Lumine proposed to her

Lumine introduced Silver Wolf to Ei and now they’re best friends

Lumine is an active member of the ‘Stellaron Hunters’ YouTube channel

Stelle is a huge fan of Hatsune Miku, and actively has Rabbit Hole on repeat (much to the mortification of Lumine, who understands Japanese)

Lumine prefers Teto Kasane, and will randomly scream the Hatsune Miku parts of Mesmerizer at Stelle whenever she plays Rabbit Hole.

Stelle and Paimon had an eating competition. Neither won, and they made Lumine pay for the food.

Lumine has a Minecraft SMP called ‘Teyvat Blondes’ and it’s her, Lyney, and Klee against the rest of the server

Stelle is a Swiftie and really likes Taylor Swift’s music, even though she doesn’t actually know what she looks like

CAETHER

Caelus and Aether constantly tease each other about being the ‘bad MC’ of their games.

Aether has to force Caelus to get a haircut, otherwise he’ll just let it grow out

Both tried to propose at the same time and then decided not to get married after all

Caelus will randomly steal Dan Heng’s blankets and give them as gifts to Aether

Aether has invited Dr. Ratio and Adventurine on a double date before but they all wound up going to a casino instead.

Caelus is a professional musician and tap dancer

Aether streams himself being a bully in CoD and LoL.

Caelus is positively convinced that Kaeya is a furry

Both are subscribed to The Click

They have an albino cat named Chuckles

Caelus prefers DC and Aether prefers Marvel

They play each other’s games; Sethos is Caelus’s favorite, and Sampo is Aether’s favorite.

Aether always refers to Blade as Yingxing and Caelus always refers to Wanderer as Scaramouche. In his Genshin game, Caelus named Wanderer ‘WorseBlade’.

Caelus bought Wanderer a trans flag for his birthday, a lesbian pride flag for Ei, a pansexual pride flag for Yae Miko, and an Aroace Pride flag for the Raiden Shogun.

BOTH

they collectively hate Qiqi and Yanqing

They’re all roomates

Whenever they meet a homophobic person they just pretend to be straight (I.e. Stelle & Aether, Caelus & Lumine) and then laugh about it behind their backs later

Caether teases Stellmine for liking vocaloids and Stellmine reminds them that Teto is not a vocaloid

Paimon is emergency food

All of them secretly write ship fanfiction about Kafka and Himeko

They’re all good friends with Boothill.

[littleoddwriter]

Rules, Guidelines, etc.:

[Used to be: ronaldrx]

I'm a hobby writer and mostly write (x Reader) FanFictions and Headcanons. But I am also working on my original story whenever I can, so that I’ll hopefully publish it as an actual book someday. My Ao3.

Here’s a link to my Ko-Fi, in case you want to support me financially. It would mean a lot to me! (Obviously no obligation whatsoever! You never have to pay for anything on my blog, it’s merely an option for donations.)

Also, here are my sideblogs if you’re interested:

Dead Poets Society

Horror

Raúl Esparza

The Simpsons

Only ask for the characters I’ve got listed, please. I’ve written down all of the ones I actually write for, and the list is being updated regularly, as I often find new (actors, whose) characters I write for! (And yes, I always write for every character, so don’t ever worry if you wanna ask for one I haven’t written for in a long time, or ever, it’s fine!) Please always be patient with me. If I haven’t outright declined your request, it’s definitely in the works; even if it has been weeks or months since you’ve sent it in! And only send your requests via ASKs. No DMs or comments, please.

If you have a request, send an Ask to my inbox.

NO sexual NSFW requests, please (more details further down).

Requests = CLOSED (Max. Limit: 10)

Current number of requests: 10

Last updated: October 29, 2023

Masterlists are linked with fandoms/actors/characters below. I WRITE FOR:

ALFRED MOLINA characters:

Doctor Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus

DAVID DASTMALCHIAN characters:

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man

Bob Taylor

Denham

James Lewis

Johnson

Kurt Goreshter

Lonny Crane

Murdoc

Philippe/Abra Kadabra

Simon Lynch

Thomas Schiff

ETHAN HAWKE characters:

Arthur Harrow

Ellison Oswalt

Goodnight Robicheaux

James Sandin

EWAN MCGREGOR characters:

Alex Law

Catcher Block

Christopher Robin

Curt Wild

Dan Torrance

John Bishop

Mark Renton

Obi-Wan Kenobi 

Roman Sionis/Black Mask* (Birds of Prey - Masc!Reader only) [Any other version of Roman Sionis/Black Mask can be with a Gender Neutral/Female!Reader.]

HUGH DANCY characters:

Adam Raki

Cal Roberts

Luke Brandon

Executive ADA Nolan Price

Will Graham

KARL URBAN characters:

Billy Butcher

Black Hat

John Kennex

Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Markiplier EGOS:

Darkiplier

Illinois

Wilford Warfstache

Yancy

PAUL DANO characters:

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Edward Nashton/The Riddler

Eli Sunday

Jay (Okja)

Joby Taylor

Klitz

PEDRO PASCAL characters:

Agent Whiskey

Dave York

Dio Morrissey

Eddie

Ezra

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Marcus Moreno

Marcus Pike

Max Phillips

Maxwell Lord

Oberyn Martell

Ricky Hauk

RAÚL ESPARZA characters:

Bobby

Dr. Frederick Chilton*

Jackson Neill

Jonas Nightingale

Rafael Barba

Characters from 9-1-1 (Lone Star):

Carlos Reyes*

Eddie Diaz

Evan “Buck” Buckley

Howard “Chimney” Han

Josh Russo*

Mateo Chavez

Paul Strickland

Bobby Nash

Tim Rosewater

TK Strand*

Characters from Law and Order(: Special Victims Unit):

Detective/ADA Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, Jr.

Sergeant Mike Dodds

Detective Nick Amaro

Executive ADA Nolan Price

ADA Peter Stone

ADA Rafael Barba

Deputy Chief William Dodds

Little Miss Sunshine:

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Frank*

Our Flag Means Death:

Edward Teach/Blackbeard*

Frenchie

Izzy Hands

Stede Bonnet*

Prisoners (2013):

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Bob Taylor

Detective David Loki

Renfield (2023):

Count Dracula

Robert Montague Renfield

Tedward “Teddy” Lobo

SLASHERS/Horror Film Characters:

Asa Emory/The Collector

Ash J. Williams [I will usually default to Ash from the TV show, unless requested otherwise!]

Billy Lenz (1974)

Billy Loomis

Bo Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface (TCM 1974 and TCM 2)

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

Chop Top Sawyer

Corey Cunningham

Dewey Riley

Drayton Sawyer

Herbert West*

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Lawrence Gordon

Lester Sinclair

Luigi Largo

Mark Hoffman  

Nubbins Sawyer

Pavi Largo

Stu Macher  

Vincent Sinclair

William Easton

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Qui-Gon Jinn

The Girl Next Door:

Klitz

Eli

Characters from The Simpsons:

Cecil Terwilliger*

Fat Tony

Frankie the Squealer

Grady*

Jack Lassen

Johnny Tightlips

Julio*

Legs

Louie

Moe Szyslak

Ned Flanders

Otto Mann

Seymour Skinner

Sideshow Bob

Sideshow Mel

Snake Jailbird

Timothy Lovejoy

Waylon Smithers*

What We Do in the Shadows:

Anton (Movie)

Deacon

Guillermo de la Cruz*

Laszlo Cravensworth

Nandor the Relentless

Viago

Vladislav

* Please note that an asterisk (*) means that these characters are Male/Masc/GenderNeutral!Reader only (including non-binary, of course). Platonic relationships with Female!Reader are possible, but no romantic ones.

If it’s a character that is open to all Readers, and you do not specify in your request what you want, I’ll usually opt for a Gender Neutral Reader by default.

SHIPS, such as:

BlackBonnet (OFMD)

SteddyHands (OFMD)

Black Pete x Lucius Spriggs (OFMD)

Buck x Josh Russo (9-1-1)

Dracfield (Renfield 2023)

Buddie (9-1-1)

Eli x Klitz (The Girl Next Door)

Nandermo (WWDITS)

Herbert West x Dan Cain (Re-Animator)

McKirk (Star Trek: AOS)

Oluwande x Jim Jimenez (OFMD)

Barisi (Law & Order SVU) 

Renfield x Teddy Lobo (Renfield 2023)

Sickrent (Trainspotting/T2)

Stobotnik (Sonic Movie)

Tarlos (9-1-1: Lone Star)

AnderPerry (Dead Poets Society)

ZsaszMask (Birds of Prey)

Lastly, I would like to add things I will NOT write (about):

Sexual NSFW fics/headcanons (I used to write those as you can see in my Masterlists, but I have my reasons for not writing them anymore. Any hints at sexual topics are fine).

Anything related to death as the main subject (this includes deadly diseases, anything fatal, really, etc.).

Anything that romanticizes Mental Illness (my Vent Fics about my own disorders obviously do not romanticize any of it and I do not stand for that).

(Recreational) Drug Use

Extreme Possessive Behaviour and/or Jealousy

Yandere

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[hotpinkstaples]

as much as i love how much ppl love jay and jon, i be cringing when they holler “they should do what billy and teddy did!” like cousins, we have so much room to have fun with jon and jay, don’t marry em off so quickly 😭😭😭 three cheating arcs and at least four love triangles waiting to happen, ok? once we get timmy taylor off their writing staff, we can finally bring back imra and ash to add fuel to the fire. inshallah joe casey and dan mcdaid will see the value in writing a game of thrones arc (eventually) and we will get our jon + lor = mon arc. pls don’t disregard the hundred potential storyarcs jon has festering in the writing room just bc you’re scared they’re gonna revert him back to a hetero. guarantee you nobody will be buying any books if he does. the deage crowd is being institutionalized. damijons live in fanfiction and fanart. gayboy!jon and jayjon are here to stay. have faith. read bendis losh and kneel before zod.

[rogertaylorsprettyvoice]

roger taylor x french reader - fluff (sassy roger)

hi I wanted to post a snippet from a fanfiction we're writing on Queen with my best friend. but it's in french. (2205 words)

let me know if you'd be interested in me translating my work. :)

FR : pour ceux qui parlent français, j'avais envie de poster un extrait d'une longue fanfic qu'on écrit avec ma meilleure amie. Roger rencontre Jane pour la deuxième fois avant leur concert. (2205 mots)

On se mit en route tout en appréciant le silence entre nous. Le truc avec Mac, c'est qu'on avait pas toujours besoin de se parler, on était pas gênées par le silence, il nous faisait du bien, surtout quand on passait beaucoup de temps ensemble. Après une dizaine de minutes, nous arrivions dans le quartier universitaire où nous croisâmes pleins d'étudiants marchant dans la même direction que nous. Le tumulte autour de nous, la musique qu'on entendait du bar, les gens qui parlaient dans un brouhaha , tout ça fit monter en moi une certaine excitation. On s'engouffrait dans le couloir étroit placardé d'affiches pour des fêtes et autres événements qui prenaient place sur le campus. Je croisais quelques personnes que je connaissais de vue et je leur fis signe avant de rentrer dans la salle d'où la musique provenait. À ma grande surprise, la scène était vide des musiciens de la veille. Je reconnaissais leurs instruments, surtout la batterie avec le sourire dessiné dessus, mais la musique provenait de hauts-parleurs.

Le pub universitaire n'était pas particulièrement rempli, il était encore un peu tôt. Molly m'entraîna jusqu'au bar où elle commanda deux bières qu'on trinqua ensemble. Accoudée au bar, une fille que je ne connaissais pas s'approcha d'elle et elle commencèrent à discuter. Je jetai un coup d'œil à la scène, puis dans la salle, mais aucun musicien en vue, pas celui que je recherchais en tout cas. Je posai ma main sur le bras de Molly pour lui faire comprendre que je m'éclipsais sans l'interrompre dans sa discussion et partis avec ma pinte en main.

Je présumais qu'ils ne devaient pas être bien loin et j'entendais une certaine agitation dans le couloir. En sortant, toujours aucune trace d'eux alors je m'approchai d'une des filles que j'avais croisée plus tôt.

- Est-ce que tu aurais vu le groupe, par hasard ? lui souris-je.

La fille aux cheveux châtains me répondit qu'ils trainaient souvent à l'arrière du pub, tout en me pointant une sortie au bout du couloir. Je la remerciais et me mis en route vers la sortie. J'entendais déjà des voix provenant de l'extérieur. Je pris une gorgée dans ma bière amère et poussai la lourde porte en bois qui me fit atterrir dehors où quelques personnes étaient en train de fumer et discuter sous les étoiles. Il ne me fallut pas longtemps pour trouver celui que je recherchais ; une tignasse blonde accoudée sur le capot d'un van, en train de lui-même fumer. Il discutait avec, je présumais, les deux autres membres du groupe.

Je m'avançais sans trop y réfléchir vers eux tout en prenant quelques gorgées. Ils étaient tous les trois en pleine discussion sur leurs chansons lorsque j'arrivai à leur hauteur. Sans m'attarder plus longtemps, je m'approchais du type debout, tout en posant ma main sur son bras, je levai la tête pour regarder le grand brun.

- Excuse-moi, tu n'en aurais pas une pour moi ? lui dis-je en pointant la cigarette à ses lèvres.

Il acquiesça gentiment et sortit son paquet pour m'en tendre une que je pris avec ma main de libre pendant que le guitariste continuait de parler avec animosité. Cigarette en bouche, bière dans ma main droite, je tenais la cigarette entre mes doigts pendant que le chanteur sortit son briquet pour en allumer le bout. Il bloquait le vent avec sa main pour que la flamme cesse de s'éteindre. Pendant ce court instant où il était pleinement concentré sur ma cigarette, mon regard dévia sur ma droite et je croisais les yeux de Roger, qui était déjà en train de m'observer. Accoudé sur le van, il expirait la fumée de sa bouche tout en maintenant le contact visuel, et ce fut moi qui le brisai lorsque le briquet s'éteignit et qu'en inspirant je ressente le tabac remplir mes poumons. Alors, je reportai mon attention sur le chanteur.

- Merci pour la cigarette, dis-je en expirant la fumée avant de me détourner d'eux, sentant toujours un regard brûler sur moi.

Je marchais avec l'intention de rentrer à l'intérieur, mais je ne pus m'empêcher de sourire lorsque j'entendis une voix derrière moi accompagnée de pas qui me rattrapaient.

- Excuse-moi, dit-il alors que je me retournais vers lui.

J'inspirais un coup sur le tabac et nos yeux se rencontrèrent une seconde fois. Il avait le même regard mystérieux et intrigué qu'il m'avait lancé à peine quelques secondes plus tôt. Je me rendais compte que c'était la première fois que je l'avais vraiment en face de moi. Il n'était pas très grand, on faisait sûrement la même taille mais je portais des talons aujourd'hui, cependant ça n'enlevait absolument rien à son charme. J'étais surprise de voir que sa chemise était boutonnée de façon conventionnelle. Ça me rappelait la veille et la façon dont il était assis sur la chaise à côté de moi, comme si elle lui appartenait, comme si le pub entier lui appartenait. Évidement, je n'avais pas oublié ses cheveux blonds qui lui arrivaient jusqu'aux épaules, la première chose que j'ai recherchée dans la foule aujourd'hui.

- Tu es bien rentrée chez toi hier ? me tira-t-il de mes pensées.

Je fronçais désormais les sourcils tout en esquissant un léger sourire, pas certaine de la raison pour laquelle il me posait cette question.

- Je crois bien, oui.

- Tu crois ? à son tour de hausser un sourcil. J'ai dû te supplier de prendre un taxi car tu ne voulais pas rentrer, ria-t-il sans méchanceté.

D'un coup, la chaleur me monta aux joues, je me sentis gênée et mes souvenirs s'éclaircirent enfin. Le pub fermait, on avait trainé longtemps. Je refusais de partir et c'est lui qui m'avait trouvé le taxi. Je n'aimais pas être aussi ivre, surtout quand je me rendais ridicule devant des inconnus. Je baissais les yeux et riais de gêne, ne sachant pas comment me comporter après avoir appris qu'il m'avait vue dans un état pareil.

- Désolée, j'étais venue avec une amie, mais on s'est perdues de vue, puis on a discuté et je n'ai pas vu le nombre de verres que j'ai-

- Hey, c'est rien, t'as pas à t'inquiéter, dit-il en posant sa main sur mon épaule pour me rassurer. Ça nous arrive à tous.

Je ressentais la chaleur de sa main sur celle-ci de longues secondes après qu'il l'ait retirée.

- Tu as quand même décidé de revenir ce soir, fit-il en souriant, incapable de garder son sérieux.

Il détendit immédiatement l'atmosphère et je me laissais aller à rire tout en relevant mes yeux vers le batteur.

- Merci en tout cas. Mais ne crois pas que je suis revenue pour toi, j'accompagne mon amie.

Il fit mine de regarder autour de moi.

- Tu parles de l'amie imaginaire d'hier soir ?

Il semblait amusé par ma mine à moitié agacée. J'eus un petit sourire en coin, lui aussi. Il rit un instant à peine et amena sa cigarette à ses lèvres.

- Je ne me rappelle pas que tu m'aies dit ton nom.

Pas un mensonge, puisqu'effectivement, je ne me souvenais pas l'avoir entendu me le dire.

- Alors, ça, ça m'étonne pas, ria-t-il, cette fois-ci plus fort.

Je le jaugeais du regard pendant quelques secondes. Il avait vraiment un beau sourire, mais je n'allais pas me laisser attendrir comme ça. Ne voulant pas réagir à sa moquerie, je tournai les talons pour marcher en direction de la porte. Je l'entendis marmonner, ce qui me fit bien rigoler et avant que je ne l'entende arriver, il me rattrapa et se posta devant moi, me bloquant le chemin et me tendant sa main.

- Roger Taylor.

- Enchantée Roger, lui répondis-je en serrant sa main. Jane Stonem.

Il hocha la tête, satisfait de ma réponse et lâcha ma main. On se regarda un instant, un instant où nos yeux étaient encore une fois braqués dans ceux de l'autre.

Du coin de l'œil, j'aperçus Brian arriver à notre hauteur et tapoter sur l'épaule de Roger pour lui faire signe que ça allait être à eux de jouer. Celui-ci lui répondit qu'il allait arriver.

- J'imagine que tu as mieux à faire que de venir nous écouter, alors.

- Si tu me vois dans le pub, c'est qu'on m'y a forcée.

Un autre rictus apparut sur son visage. Il me sourit une dernière fois avant de se retourner et de s'engouffrer à l'intérieur, en bousculant quelques personnes qui tentaient de rentrer. Je me souris à moi-même en pensant à l'échange étrange qu'on venait d'avoir en tirant une dernière fois sur ma cigarette. J'aperçus, au-dessus de ma tête, le ciel parsemé d'étoiles et j'écrasai le mégot sous mon pied pour rentrer à l'intérieur.

J'avais fini ma bière et je déambulais dans les couloirs avec une question en tête : où était Molly ? Mais je ne vis que quelques personnes accoudées au mur placardé d'affiches. La foule qui y était précédemment avait dû se réfugier à l'intérieur car, alors que je me rapprochais de l'embrasure de la porte, j'entendis des applaudissements, sifflements et encouragements, et l'instant d'après, le bruit de percussions qui résonnaient et une mélodie à la guitare électrique. En rentrant dans la salle tamisée, tous étaient tournés vers la petite scène, le son de la musique devint plus claire à mes oreilles. C'était une musique entraînante, mais pas agressive, qui jouait. Je fis balayer mon regard à travers le pub à la recherche de ma colocataire, mais elle n'était ni au bar, là où je l'avais laissée précédemment, ni dans la foule à priori. 

Appuyée contre l'embrasure de la porte, mon regard continuait à balayer l'endroit jusqu'à ce que je m'attarde sur le groupe sur scène. Je remarquais évidemment le guitariste et le bassiste qui étaient debout, mais mon regard était attiré par le batteur. Bien qu'il était en retrait, c'était sa présence qui était la plus remarquable. C'était lui qui menait la danse en réalité, le chef d'orchestre, celui qui dictait le rythme. Ça lui donnait beaucoup de charisme. En plus de ça, je remarquais la façon dont sa concentration se traduisait dans ses expressions faciales. Il avait l'air parfaitement à l'aise avec son instrument, mais il se mordait parfois la lèvre inférieure. Je le voyais froncer les sourcils tandis que le rythme de la musique s'accélérait, d'une part car il se concentrait, mais aussi par plaisir. Il vivait la musique jusque dans ses expressions. Il était encore plus séduisant lorsqu'il jouait.

Soudain, alors que j'étais en train de le fixer depuis quelques longues secondes, il tourna sa visage et posa son regard sur moi. Le fait que j'étais en train de le regarder le fit sûrement sourire car je remarquais un rictus prendre forme au coin de ses lèvres. Il avait l'air satisfait et reporta son attention sur sa batterie tout en lançant quelques regards aux musiciens et à la foule tandis que la musique se terminait. Le blond tapa une dernière fois sur son instrument et lança sa baguette en l'air avec sa main droite.

Après les applaudissements de la foule, je le vis faire un signe de tête au guitariste comme pour donner un signal et une musique qu'ils avaient interprétée hier se mit à jouer. Le rythme donnait envie de bouger et j'aperçus la foule se détendre et commencer à danser. Je voulais me joindre au public alors j'ai retiré ma veste pour la déposer sur une des chaises à ma droite, là où j'avais déjà laissé mon verre vide.

Je me frayais désormais un chemin entre les gens, voulant me rapprocher de ceux qui dansaient déjà afin de les rejoindre. La musique résonnait plus fort et le public au devant de la scène bougeait sur le rythme de la batterie. L'idée que c'était Roger qui contrôlait la cadence à laquelle nos corps bougeaient me donna envie de lui jeter un coup d'œil. Ma surprise fut plus grande lorsque je me rendais compte qu'il était déjà en train de m'observer, alors que j'étais en contre-bas de la scène, en train de laisser aller mon corps. Je soutins son regard tout en bougeant légèrement la tête. Son expression n'était plus joueuse, ni la mienne d'ailleurs. Il n'y avait pas l'ombre d'un sourire, juste une intensité dans son regard qui me rendait fébrile, bien que je continuais à le regarder comme si j'étais hypnotisée. Je fus la première à briser cet échange de regards en fermant les yeux, me laissant entrainer par la musique. Je sentais la chaleur des corps qui se bousculaient autour de moi et qui me donnaient encore plus envie de bouger. En rouvrant les yeux, son regard brûlait toujours sur moi, mais il le redirigea bien vite sur son instrument, tout en entre-ouvrant légèrement la bouche. La mélodie arriva à sa fin et mon corps, toujours bercé par la musique, ralentissait sa danse.

- Merci à tous d'être là ce soir ! dit le chanteur. Nous avons Brian May à la guitare, Roger Taylor à la batterie, et moi-même, Tim Staffel, à la basse !

Les cris et applaudissements furent francs. Je me souvins à l'instant que je n'avais toujours pas retrouvé Molly et je jetai un coup d'œil derrière moi. Je l'aperçus en train d'applaudir près du bar, un peu en retrait. Contente de la voir, je souris et me mis à marcher en sa direction, mais je jetai tout de même un dernier coup d'œil vers la scène, d'où Roger me regardait.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: swearing

AN: so while I figure out how to write post-war dan, I’m going to write pre-war Dan. Enjoy.

I pushed the door open and balanced the tray as I brought it out to the backyard. Dan looked up and darted to help me, leaving his stepfather to watch the grill.

“you should have told me you needed help.” He chided as he took the tray from me.

”I’ve got it Dan. I can balance a tray.” I laughed. He shook his head before leaning over to kiss my cheek. Turning back towards the grill, he took over the buns and condiments. “Dumbass.” I shook my head. His mom laughed from over by the picnic bench.

“Apparently I did raise him right.” she joked. I nodded as I went to sit down next to her.

“I’ll say you did. A proper gentleman.” Dan looked over at me and winked. “When he wants to be.” His stepfather and Dan continued to man the grill while his mom and I caught up. Soon enough, Dan put a plate with a burger down in front of me.

“Made just how you like it.” He said with a kiss to my cheek. Sitting down next to me with his own, Dan waited until his stepdad did the same before eating. “So ma, anything in particular you wanna see while you’re up here?”

“the fireworks mainly.” She answered. I nodded.

“you’ll be able to see them from back here. Last pretty much the whole week with the neighbors we got.” I shared a knowing smile with Dan.

“they get a little overzealous.” He agreed. “So you’ll see the biggest display you ever have.” His stepdad snorted.

“you two ever set any off?” Dan shook his head.

“nah.” Dan frowned. “There’s enough going on around here. We have other ways of celebrating the fourth.”

“Got some smoke bombs though.” I said with a smile. “But that’s about as far as we’ll go.” Dan nodded as he wrapped an arm around me.

“We brought some sparklers and some confetti things. Weren’t too sure what you were doing.” His mom said. Dan nodded. It got quiet all of a sudden. “When do you ship out?” My gaze drifted down to my plate and put my hand on dans leg.

“In a few weeks.” Dan said softly, gaze locked on me. “Boot camp at Pendleton and then off to vietnam in about a month or so. Least that’s what they say.” I leaned into Dan as he pulled me fully into a hug. He forced my head onto his shoulder and pressed a kiss to my temple.

“You going to live on base?” Dans stepdad asked. I shook my head.

“Won’t let me.” I shrugged. Dan kissed my head again. “It’s alright though. We can write each other.” His parents shared a look.

“we can stay…” his mom started. I shook my head.

“it’s fine.” I waved her off. “We’ll figure it out.” Dan nodded as he kissed me. I shared a look with his mom and shook my head again.

“to coming home safe.” His stepdad said as he held up his soda can. Dan, his mom and I half heartedly cheered with him before Dan took the dishes into the house. I followed him.

“Dan…” I said. He turned towards me and held his arms open.

“it’s going to be ok.” He whispered as he hugged me. “It’s going to be ok.”

[sociallyawkwardseal]

I have an idea for a fanfiction

Maybe one where Ashlyn and Taylor talk (which could happen during the last episode that came out) where Ash feels guilty for what happened and thinks that Taylor blames her, but Taylor doesn't think that way about her and tries to calm her down (apparently Ashlyn is capable of having a panic attack or starting to hyperventilate when she gets desperate)

It would be interesting...

Yeah, seeing Ashlyn so overwhelmed with how much she had been holding back--and bawling her eyes out of it was. Something to me. I think Tyler helped her out a lot, but I think she still feels pretty bad, especially considering some of what we saw in episode 58.

I'm saying this takes place kind of between them all leaving the hospital/after Tyler wakes up and is in his hospital bed and before everyone actually gets to Jessica and Daniel's place; probably around 5am or 6am? They probably tried to stay at the hospital as long as possible, though.

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Ashlyn clicked her seat belt to release it, shifting as it wound back up and fell into its original place. She watched her parents climb out of the car first—both of them talking quietly, stretching their backs as the cool night’s air hit them.

“Are you two coming?” Mike asked, resting his arm on the top of the car. He leaned in, making eye contact first with Ashlyn, and then Taylor. “It’s fine if you need a minute, but I want to let Dan and Jess know we’re here.”

Ashlyn barely nodded, her throat tightening around the sob threatening to climb out once again. “We’re good—we might. Need a few minutes, though.”

Taylor, hands clenching around the corner of her seat, glanced over at Ashlyn without turning her head. It took everything in her to hold herself still, to keep from sobbing. She was used to being the one to comfort others, but now, she couldn’t even comfort herself. She could only do her best to swallow her emotions as best she could.

“Take as much time as you need. Just turn off the car and bring the keys when you come in, alright?” Emma nodded, closing her door. “We’ll let everyone else know where you two are—”

“But text us if you need something. Anything. Alright?”

“We will. Thanks…” Ashlyn leaned back further in her seat as Mike closed the door; she watched the two of them walk to the front door, wait for it to open, and then disappear into the cold, practically white light emanating from inside.

The two stayed quiet for a moment, the overhead lights fading out and eventually dimming entirely to leave them in the dark. Once the two had settled into the silence, Ashlyn called out. “Taylor…?”

When she raised her head to meet Ashlyn’s eyes, Ashlyn looked away; she felt her throat tighten again at the barely-visible sight of tears brimming the corners of Taylor’s eyes, how her mouth struggled to stay in a tight line, trying not to waver with another round of tears.

How would you say this? Ashlyn’s fingertips dug into the sleeve of her jacket, her arms tightening around herself. Though the jeep wasn’t cold, she couldn’t help but shiver just a little bit. Ever since we met, you’ve been the one reassuring everyone. Comforting them. But how do I even start to say I’m sorry to you? How do I even start to help you here?

She knew what she could offer in the phantom dimension; she could make plans, she could try to protect them—though, it wasn’t like she’s had the best track record with that so far, she could… Do something. More than what she knew how to do here.

“I’m sorry.” Ashlyn’s voice, as strangled as it was, found it’s way out. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say,” She held her sleeve more tightly with one hand, the other pushing up her cheek to wipe the fresh tears onto her sleeve before her fingers found themselves tangled in her frazzled, somehow-still-braided hair. “If I turned the jeep around, we all would have—I didn’t want to lose Tyler, I didn’t want anything to happen to any of you, I—you have every right to blame me, and—”

“Ash,” Taylor’s voice, trembling just as much as her hand that now held onto part of Ashlyn’s palm and her wrist, caused Ashlyn’s wide eyes to snap back to meet hers. “I don’t blame you.”

She sounds so hoarse. Ashlyn silently added, her rapid breathing now frozen as she slowly squeezed her fingers against Taylor’s hand. I shouldn’t be bothering you with this. You shouldn't be comforting me. What am I doing?

She continued, her voice wavering as she slowly pulled Ashlyn’s hand further away from her hair and Ashlyn closer, into a light hug. “I know. I know you didn’t want anything to happen to us. Any of us…” She left enough room in the hug for Ashlyn to move away—if she wanted to, if she felt trapped or overwhelmed—but slowly buried her face in her shoulder.

She was holding it together as much as she could.

Both of them were.

Ashlyn nodded, mimicking Taylor’s action and burying her face in her white sweatshirt as she moved both of her own arms around her. She held onto her a little more tightly than Taylor had initially held onto her, her fingers clutching the back of her shirt.

“I’m here for you.” Ashlyn whispered, feeling Taylor shiver against her. She knew that she was trembling, too. “I’m here…”

“Here for you, too.” Taylor murmured, tightening her arms around Ashlyn. She sniffled, pressing her face harder against her shoulder.

Ashlyn squeezed her arms around Taylor briefly, something she had seen her do with Logan, Ben, Tyler, and Aiden countless times before, and exhaled shakily. “Yeah, I know. Don’t worry about me, though. Just. We’ve all got you…”

She could feel Taylor’s stomach tense, her arms tightening more around Ashlyn as she fought back her tears. “Th. Thanks.” Taylor mumbled, a choked-back sob following after. “Thanks, Ash…”

[katherinewinchester13]

'Cause baby, now we got bad blood

You know it used to be mad love

So take a look what you've done

'Cause baby, now we got bad blood, hey (Bad blood, bad blood)

Now we got problems

And I don't think we can solve 'em (Think we can solve 'em)

You made a really deep cut

And baby, now we got bad blood

And baby, now we got bad blood ('Cause now we got bad blood)

You know it used to be mad love

So take a look what you've done (Look what you've done)

'Cause baby, now we got bad blood, hey

Now we got problems

And I don't think we can solve 'em

You made a really deep cut

And baby, now we got bad blood, hey

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Lucifer/Dan Espinoza

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In which Chloe doesn't spill the wine, Trixie learns what she's about to do, people aren't idiots, and Dan is almost too late to fix it.

This story contains Chloe bashing.

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[its-tortle]

hi! i'm luisa 🐢

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[lesbianphan]

I got tagged by @less-amazing, @absolutefilthimsosorry, and @sunshinephil, thank youuu <3

Last song I listened to: You're losing me by Taylor Swift

Currently reading: so much fanfiction... I'll rec a recent fave that took over my life for a full 48 hours: Strictly come dancing, but make it GAY by @natigail Absolute BANGER of a fic, huge recs from me!

Last watched: good question man unless we're talking youtube I haven't been watching shit askjdas so much youtube I have no time for movies/shows. The last thing I watched for real is a compilation of Dan and Phil duets lol

Currently Obsessed: do I need to say Dan and Phil??? dip and pip?? the gay nerds I can't stop watching??? I feel like this doesn't need saying asdkja

I'll tag @natigail (because of ur lovely fic <3), @imjustakidwhowontgrowup, @femslashy (if u want to do it ofc u binch), @gamora-borealis, @golfylester, @cactuslester and @calvinahobbes (cause I see all four of you in my notes a lot so I like ya u have taste lol) No pressure if anyone doesn't wanna do it btw!

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Je me retrouve à écouter cet album pour la première fois depuis une éternité. Ce matin, sans raison, j'avais une partie de "Stop, babe" dans la tête.

"Easy" me rappelle "Right where you left me" de Taylor Swift. Elle a aussi l'amertume de "Stressed out".

Tokio hotel c'est beaucoup, beaucoup de souvenirs. J'ai été très fan jusqu'à environ 2017. Cet album, si attendu, avait été une déception. Je n'en avais rien de foutre d'entendre à quel point Bill Kaulitz s'est drogué et planait tout le temps partout dans des soirées en Californie. Je voulais des chansons un minimum plus profondes que ça, plus sentimentales peut-être. Et puis un album de dix chansons seulement, après des années à faire poireauter les fans ? Ça sentait le poil dans la main. Ça plus leur actualité, ça montrait des gars qui n'avaient pas envie de travailler, qui comptaient pomper les économies des fans les plus loyales pour continuer à entretenir leur train de vie de luxe plutôt que de faire de la bonne musique.

En 2020 j'ai unfollow Bill pendant le premier confinement. Plus on passait de temps renfermés, plus il se montrait dénudé et prétentieux. Il m'a gonflée et j'avais pas envie de ses conneries dans ma vie.

Pourtant je reste nostalgique, et quand un nouvel album sort, j'écoute.

Et s'il y a quelque chose que je ne peux pas enlever à Bill, c'est qu'il s'en fout de ce que disent et pensent de lui les gens, il reste fidèle à lui-même. Et ça, ça m'a aidée énormément quand j'étais ado et jeune adulte. Par rapport au harcèlement scolaire, mais aussi... Bill, c'est ma première exposition à une personnalité queer (si on oublie le personnage de Thomas dans Plus belle la vie), presque dix ans avant que je ne découvre ce mot, avant que je ne me découvre queer. Quand je l'ai vu brandir fièrement notre drapeau en festival à Berlin l'été dernier, j'ai été très émue et fière de lui.

Ce qui me manque, c'est la communauté des Aliens. Il y en a sûrement plein qui sont passées à autre chose, ou qui ont maintenant pas le temps de poster sur le sujet avec leur boulot et leur famille... mais les modifications énormes apportées à Twitter n'aident pas du tout. Je ne vois plus aucun tweet d'Alien, et j'ai aussi du mal à retrouver les tweets sur l'actualité du patinage artistique. C'est le bordel.

J'ai une pensée pour Skyblog, pour les blogs d'actus qui publiaient quasi quotidiennement, pour les traductrices qui nous aidaient à comprendre les interviews, vidéos, etc. Poir celles qui ont choisi allemand LV2 et qui en ont fait quelque chose, et celles qui ont regretté parce que l'allemand c'est difficile. Pour toutes ces fanfictions qui m'ont enchantée pendant des heures et des heures et qui sont désormais perdues à jamais.

Bref, s'il y a des Aliens ici... Coucou ❤