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[virtie333]

I squealed in excitement when I opened my e-mail to see the notice that this book was ready for pre-order. I've waited over 10 years for Rafe's story and HEA. Sadly, I think this means the end of the series, which I adore. What animal lover doesn't love a dog that acts as a matchmaker?

[maniwakpa]

I spent way too much time making tiny paper sunglasses one morning...

[fanficobsess]

My favorite writer giving me some good ol’ angst, 😮‍💨❤️😭 I can’t wait to read this series

You're Losing Me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Your fairytale ending is crumbling before your eyes. You don't know how to love someone who can't tell you're dying. You fear you're fading away, begging him to do someone, say something, choose something. You fear he won't be able to resuscitate you this time. This time, he's losing you.

Part 1 - You're Losing Me Part 2 - Hits Different Part 3 - Maroon Part 4 - Afterglow Part 5 - Champagne Problems

[auden-dahn]

"D-Don't worry about me! Focus on helping the little one, okay?" 🌠 panel redraw of @laikascomet

[falloutcoys]

i love you fanfic authors who write in the source material's style, i love you fanfic authors who write in their own voice, i love you fic authors who experiment with structure, i love you fic authors who write one format, i love you fic authors who perfect one genre or trope, i love you fic authors who keep trying new ones

[zelkam]

"A-Cheng, come over here."

[jordiesreading]

oh to be on the receiving end of one of spencer reid’s rambles !!! some people (fictional characters who are written to exist in his presence) have all the luck

Spencer and reader going on a first date to the museum and Spencer is weirdly quiet and admits its cuz he's afraid of talking too much?

"Spencer?" You set a hand gently on the man's shoulder, feeling him tense under your touch, "Are you okay?"

He turned away from the painting he was observing, nodding his head vehemently but staying silent. It only deepened your frown.

"Spencer, if you're bored here, we can just-"

"No!" He finally spoke, his eyes widening at the volume of his voice. You stepped back slightly, startled by his outburst, and your hand slipped from his jacket.

"I- I'm sorry," He mumbled, his cheeks aflame, "I just- I'm not bored at all."

"You're quiet." You pointed out meekly, "If you don't want to be here, we don't have to stay."

"I just don't want to talk too much." He admitted, his fiery blush spreading to his ears and down his neck, "I- I ramble."

"Spencer," You let out a shaky sigh of relief, "That's okay. I want to hear you talk, I- that's the whole reason I brought you here, remember? You said you knew a lot about art."

"I didn't think you'd want to hear it." He peered cautiously at you, "When I- When I say that I ramble, I mean it. Like, I can't stop myself."

"That's okay." You grin reassuringly at him, standing by his side and staring up at the portrait he'd been studying, "What do you know about this one?"

[mirensiart]

The first ever "links meet" au I ever stumbled upon was the sweetest fic ever that I'm so sad I lost and haven't found again yet cause for the longest time that au was just 100% canon in my head lol and I still like it so much I want to find it again :( I remember it being actively updated back in 2014 when I was active in the zelda fandom (before my 10 year hiatus and me joining back again this year lol)

But basically the au played with the idea that hylia has like a special place in the afterlife for the hero's spirit, as compensation for their service to her and the 3 golden goddesses, so when a link dies the little afterlife space starts getting buildings or landmarks the link loved during life

So the au starts with ss!link chilling there alone, but he's able to see what his successors do from the afterlife! Then mc!link joins him when he dies and basically the little space starts getting bigger and bigger the more links die and join the little afterlife space

The only link who never joins because he is like THE hero's spirit is the first hero, and if I remember correctly ss!link tries the entire fic to meet him despite knowing it won't happen :(

Since it was during 2014 I remember the last link joining everyone was albw!link and I thought it was THE cutest cause the other links nicknamed him ALBY and like isn't that the cutest nickname ever

ANYWAY, i may have gotten some things wrong cause like...IT'S BEEN 1O YEARS LMAO but if anyone remembers it or if the author reads this, just know that I haven't stopped thinking about that au and that I love it with all my heart and I would love anyone forever if they find it again for me 🥺💖

[moliathh]

alucard

[jordiesreading]

all the banter and warmth and domesticity makes me want to tear my hair out have my own jamie </3

pizza fight | james potter

you attempt to recreate a viral video prank with your boyfriend james, though he doesn't react as you suspected he would. or, james is an incorrigible sweetheart even when you steal his food. [2.6k]

established relationship, fluff, prank / practical joke, idiots in love, eating pizza, fem!reader

<3

The idea is perfect. 

While James is in the shower, you lounge in his bed already dressed up and waiting for him to get out and ready. Tonight, he's taking you to get pizza at the fancy pizza buffet in the city, the one that lays thinly sliced pepperoni edge to edge.

His phone beeps on the pillow beside your head. Bored, you sit up and take it into your lap.

The notification says, Did this to my bird and she lost her mind. 

It's a text from his best friend Sirius. You wrinkle your nose, instantly thinking the worst. 

Is that really what boy best friends send each other?

You shrug to yourself, tapping in James' password – it's your birthday, has been since you started dating – and opening his text chain with Sirius. Curiosity kills the cat, and you click on what he's sent.

The link opens in James' browser, his last open tab entitled 'how to give the best shoulder massage' quickly covered by a loadscreen. You barely have time to marvel at how sweet he is when the video plays. 

It's a couple eating together in a car, the camera held by one girl and pointed at another. The girl recording doesn't say anything, only zooms in on her girlfriend's legs where a McDonald’s box is open and empty besides one last chicken nugget. 

Quick as a flash, she reaches for her girlfriend's nugget and nabs it. They end up fighting, a giggling tussle of limbs and high-pitched disparagements until eventually the girl recording wins, eats the chicken nugget, and apologises profusely. 

"You have your own!" the girlfriend cries in disbelief, though she's still laughing. 

The girl recording hands over what's left of her chicken nuggets with an apology and the video ends. 

You laugh under your breath. 

It's a perfect prank. Light-hearted, exactly the kind of stunt James would pull. James will pull, if he sees the video. 

The shower door clatters open and the water is turned off. James appears soon after with a towel around his waist and neck.

"Sorry, baby," he says, bringing the towel from his neck to scrub at the sopping mass of his black curls, "I'm gonna get ready so fast. You aren't starved, are you?" 

You're pretty hungry, but nothing that will hurt you in the long run. "It's okay. Do you feel better?" 

"I felt disgusting," he says, a total non-answer. 

"Yeah," you prompt.

"Having greasy hair always makes me feel like the ugliest guy on earth." 

"You're not ugly. You're the most handsome guy ever," you say with a frown. 

His smile says thank you, but he says, "I am now." 

"You know it." 

He looks at you with a boatload of fondness. 

"Whatcha doing?" he asks after a moment, nodding at the phone. 

You remember the text thread open in your hand and delete Sirius' most recent text with a little bit of guilt and a lot of excitement. "I'm googling how to give the best shoulder massage ever." 

"Yeah?" he asks, turning to his dresser. 

You've already set an outfit for him on top, though you're not sure if it's what he wants to wear. You'd just thought it'd be a nice gesture, considering his glasses get all foggy after a shower. 

"I don't know if that's-" You start, and are swiftly cut off.

"It's perfect. Thank you." James turns his head to look at you over his shoulder. "Thanks, sweetheart." 

You melt at the warmth in his tone and nod, eyes falling back to his phone. Ridiculous that he can still make you feel so shy, but he can. 

"What did google say?" he asks.

"Why don't you tell me?" 

"I already showed you." 

He had. It was an amazing massage, as they went. He'd pulled you into his lap and rubbed your shoulders, neck and the place just below your shoulder blades until you'd gone lax in his arms. The neck kisses might have helped. 

He gets dressed. You play temple run on his phone in a vain effort to beat his high score. 

"You'll never beat me," he says, pulling on his nice shoes from the shoe rack in the cupboard. James has a lot of shoes, but these ones are his best. 

He looks really nice, actually  

"I will… James, do I look okay? You look so nice, I feel like I don't look as fancy as you do," you tell him honestly. 

You don't shy away from what you'd been thinking because James hasn't ever made you feel stupid for being honest. 

He takes your hands and tugs you toward the edge of the bed. You can't help but look at his arms as he does, the way his muscle shifts just slightly, the way his watch catches the light. His fingers thread through yours and he kisses the top of your head. 

"You look lovely. You do have bedhead, at the back. Do you want me to hairspray it down?" he asks. 

"Yes please." 

"Okay." 

He kisses you again. "How's my hair look?" 

"Wet." 

James hairspray's your flyaways. You scrunch his curls with a towel, and then all that's left to do is put on your shoes and make the journey. 

It's a long drive but short with James. He chatters his usual nonsense with you, telling stories and more than certainly embellishing them. You forget that you're even going anywhere until suddenly James is pulling up outside of the restaurant. 

"Shit," he says, mouth a pretty but startled 'o'. 

"What?" You lean forward against your seatbelt to look out of his window and into the night. "What are we looking at?" 

"It's not open, babe." 

"No?" 

"Doesn't look like it. I wondered why there weren't many cars on the road coming in." 

"Oh no…" 

You nibble the inside of your lip. He'd suggested this place because he loves the pasta bake they serve. Melt-in-your-mouth cheese and oregano. You wrack your brain for replacements.

"How about, uh, the Italian restaurant. By the Harvester's," you suggest tentatively. 

"I thought you wanted pizza?" 

"I want whatever you want." 

He steals your hand and pulls it into his, rubbing up the length of your arm as he turns the car in a three-point and starts back down the way you came. 

Before long you're pulling up to a small dirt patch next to a huge supermarket. When you roll the windows down you can smell the sickly sweet burn of caramelised onions. 

"Tada. Pizza van," James says.

"It has burgers, too." 

"Do you want a burger?" 

"No."

"Then it's a pizza van." 

"Am I getting out with you?" 

He pushes his wallet into his back pocket and opens the door, letting in a fierce autumn chill. "No, it's too cold. What do you want, your favourite?" 

You beam. "Yeah, please." 

"Okay." 

He flips on the heater and closes the door. You watch him through the driver's side window as he jogs up to the van. He's as confident and handsome as ever, leaning back to talk with the cook inside. There's a question, some laughter, and then James is handing over some folded banknotes and being given two drinks. 

He jogs back. You open the door for him and expect him to get back in, but he says, "He said it'll be fast. Must be a slow night." 

"There's no one here 'part from us," you say agreeably, accepting the drinks. They're freezing, and bite your warm hands. 

"Lucky us. Be right back," he promises. 

Back to the van. He's only stood there for a minute or two when he's being passed two pizza boxes and a smaller box on top. You hear a loud exchange of 'Cheers' and then he's back for keeps, sliding into the driver's seat with his usual boyish smile. 

"That was so fast." 

"They have one of those wood fired ovens in there, babe, you should see it. Maybe we should get one ourselves." 

You laugh and accept the box he's passing you. "I don't think that's a good idea." 

"Why? And don't say the barbecue." 

"The barbecue." 

"Angel, the scar is tiny. You can barely tell it happened." 

You watch him roll up his sleeves and expose the brown lengths of his arms, skin kissed by the sun after hours of rugby training. The scar is obvious on his wrist, a stark, paler tone. 

"It's not tiny. And it was scary." 

He leans over your lap to pry open your pizza box. "Think it over while you eat." 

The pizza looks amazing, almost as good as if it were from the buffet. The crust is bubbled and charred on one end, the smell a divine treat. 

"I'm gonna eat it," you say, pulling apart a burning hot slice with fast fingertips. "But not 'cos you told me to." 

"Did you say something? I can't hear you over all of that cheese in your mouth." 

You laugh, the sound thick as honey in the back of your throat. Being young and in love makes moments like this feel perfect and shining, though that might be the overhead light. 

You have to be halfway through when you remember the video Sirius had sent. James eats faster than you, he's only got two slices left and he's demolished the box of wedges on the dashboard. You put your own pizza up on the dash next to his and wipe down your greasy fingers to take a sip of your drink. 

"Did you bring my phone?" he asks, head tipped back to catch a string of cheese. 

"Yeah, s'in my purse. Do you want it?" 

"Will you check if Remus text me?" 

You do as he asks. In your ear, James absolutely races through a piece of crunchy crust and you huff a laugh at the sound. "Gonna give yourself heartburn." 

"I definitely am," he agrees. 

"Mm. Nothing from Remus. Want me to call him?" 

"No, he's probably sleeping. Hopefully sleeping." 

You're feeling quite sleepy yourself, full of mozzarella, stodgy pizza base, olive oil and rocket. 

You drop James' phone back into your bag and wipe your eyes with the side of your hand. 

"Are you okay?" 

"Think I got something in my eye." 

"Want me to look?" 

"I'd ask you to blow in it but you might get pepperoni in there." 

He snorts and unscrews the lid of his coke. While he's drinking, you fight with yourself. He's being so sweet, should you really try and eat his pizza? 

He's sweet every day. Sweet's, like, his MO. If you're waiting for him to change you'll be waiting the rest of your life.

You move fast but are still hesitant, not entirely committed to the joke if you're being honest, and you're kind of hoping he'll stop you. He doesn't. 

You lift up his pizza and bring it toward your mouth, smiling cheekily and waiting for repercussions. An indignant "Hey!" or his hands batting yours. 

He doesn't even blink. 

You wait to make sure he's seen you. 

"James?" 

"What?" he asks, holding your gaze. He's hardly glanced at his stolen goods. 

You take a very small bite. 

He smiles. It's a great smile, soft and warm as always. "Nice?" 

You chew. Heat washes over you, a hot flush of embarrassment before you put the slice back. 

He wields the box at you. "Finish it," he says encouragingly. 

"No, I was-" 

"Seriously, angel. You haven't touched the wedges, either, they're still hot." 

"No, James." You press your lips together and your nose crinkles up before a laugh bursts out. "I was- I was doing a joke. Um. Okay, I'm really sorry-"

"Don't be-" 

"I saw it on your phone. It's a joke."

James picks through the wedges and offers you one that looks crispy. You take it but don't eat it. 

He pushes your hand toward your mouth, admitting, "I don't know what you're talking about." 

You eat the wedge, cover your eyes, and laugh again. It feels like steam is coming out of your ears. 

"Sirius sent you a video and it was this girl taking her girlfriend's last chicken nugget and they have a play fight about it and I thought it would be funny 'cos Sirius said he did it to his girlfriend and she went mad," you say, all in a rush. 

James starts laughing at you, the sound just as warm as his smile. "Right, I get it. You wanna play fight with me," he says, words all warped with fondness. "I'll fight. Maybe not in the car though." 

"No! The point is, you were supposed to be shocked."

James drops his hand onto your thigh and squeezes. He seems like he's weighing what to say before he says it. "Well, I was. But I thought maybe you didn't like yours." 

"And it's still okay for me to take yours?" 

"We're sharers." 

"Shut up." 

"What?" he asks incredulously. 

You sink down into your seat and pull what's left of your pizza into your lap. "Share with me, idiot." 

"Where's all this hostility coming from?" 

"I have cuteness aggression." 

He leans over the handbrake and drinks holders to take what you're offering. "I don't think so. You're just aggressive. That's why you're trying to start fights with me." 

"Hypothetical fights!" 

"Alright, wipe your mouth. I'm coming in hot." 

You wipe your mouth quickly and suddenly find yourself being pulled by a hot hand behind your neck. James pulls you in for a kiss. It's short and his lips are soft, but he smells enough like tomato sauce to make you giggle. 

"What'd you think?" he murmurs, exhale fanning over your lips, "I was gonna snatch it out of your hand?" 

You kiss him again. Hard to do smiling as you are, but you manage. 

"You could've put up a little bit of a fight." 

He strokes the back of your neck lightly and then slowly sits back in his seat. 

"Yeah? We can argue over the wedges, if you want? Or we can go buy one of those fancy cake slices off of the counter in Sainsbury's and see who can eat the most of it, if you wanna fight that badly." 

You finish what's left of your drink, staring at him the whole while. James is handsome, obviously, but you can't believe how kind he is. He didn't so much as blink at you trying to steal his food and now he's trying to feed you sweets.

"I'm surprised Sirius hasn't text me yet to cry about being pied."

You cringe. "Sorry for messing with your phone. I just didn't want you to see it and spoil the joke." 

"I don't mind," James says, and of course he doesn't. He gave you the password to his phone four days into being your boyfriend. 

"If you'd seen it, would you have tried the joke on me? I don't think I would've taken it as quietly as you did." 

"How can you ask me that?" He slaps a hand to his heart like he's betrayed before dropping the facade completely. "Of course I would've." 

"Of course," you repeat wryly. 

"Mh-hm. I definitely would've. I fucking love the face you make when you're mad. Your eyelashes all touch and your lips- Yeah, that's the one." 

He grins and reaches out to stroke your cheek. You glare at him, though any resentment melts away when his thumb pushes into the corner of your lips and tugs. 

"Smile, beautiful." 

You duck your head and kiss the meat of his thumb. "Don't want to," you say into his skin. 

You're lying as you do, cheeks appled with a grin. 

<3

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[jennyfromthebes]

If you’ve ever gone to a Mountain Goats show and waited in line outside for hours or gotten chummy with folks in the crowd, you know how deep the lore runs. It can make you feel small in the blink of an eye. Your undying love for “Cubs In Five” becomes instantly overshadowed by the guy with a tape recorder in his pocket who can recite setlists from 2004 gigs in states the Mountain Goats rarely make it out to anymore. But what’s beautiful about that scariness—even if you feel like your fandom is not enough—is that...there is such an undercurrent of love, affection and hope at every turn. At some point over the last 30 years, these people found Darnielle’s writing—be it via his boombox recordings or via the label-backed, concept-album concertos—and elected to devote a piece of themselves to loving these songs so much that, no matter what mix-and-matched setlist is thrown at them, they are ready to sing along with every note.

hey guys this tMG article is really fucking good and I think everyone should go read it

[so-very-small]

*picks a tiny up by the ankle and just dangles them in the air for a bit cause they look cute when terrified*

[dragonmama76]

I love this fic so much!

Rated E | complete | 89,621 words | art by inklessletter

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[ikarakie]

god i LOVE putting characters into Situations

[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

No greater horror than going to reread one of your favourite fics only to realize it was fucking deleted.

BUT THEN YOU REMEMBER THAT YOU SAVED IT ALL A WHILE BACK AND FIND THE SAVED COPY

So now Im just staring at the fucking PDF file of the fic, absolutely flabbergasted and shocked. This is it. This is the only way I'll ever be able to read it now. Holy shit 😭

The author deleted their entire accout too, so I guess they just wanted to get rid of everything. Which, I mean, is fine, it is their work after all. They can do whatever they want with it.

BUT MAN, Im gonna be saving stuff all the time from now on.

[mysterycitrus]

the lil damian minicomic about the robin mantle coming out next week that features babsgirl but not steph like…. this could be so good but also so not. how we feeling