#HAS LOADS OF FANFICS

[jay-wasstuff]

When I see ao3 loading 2 seconds too long:

[thegengarprincess]

“I always thought you looked beautiful in white..&🤍

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Pairing; (🐶🫶🐱) Jure Maček x Bojan Cvjetićanin

Warning; RPF AS ALWAYS! don’t like, don’t ✨read✨! That is all ;3. (⚠️)

Tags; (👗🚬) cross dressing/ mild angst with a happy ending/ misunderstandings/ dialogue light until paragraph 5 cuz author’s has a terminal case of ✨over explainer✨/ tooth-rotting fluff/ the wedding dress photos have been holding my soul hostage since I saw them N this the product of that 🥲👍/ time skip/ Puppy Love™️/ Bojan is literally just a lovestruck puppy boy at his core and I won’t let anyone forget it/ post- midlife crisis kitty + puppy cuddles/ they have a orange cat N beagle puppy by now who follow the two e v e r y w h e r e/ author still can’t tag 4 shit/ BOJAN GIRLYS/GN! PSPSSPSPS COME GET UR FOOD WERE HAVING POST-SHOWER BOJAN 4 DINNER >XD/ author is desperately starved of BoJure content so they took matters into their own hands (💍)

Word count; (🌹💘)

Summery; After a incredibly tiresome day of blitzing the entirety of their cramped apartment together in an attempt to neaten up the humble abode for the couple’s big move to Logatec, Jure takes it upon himself to tackle their shared wardrobe only to stumble across an item that hadn’t seen the light of day in a long, long time. A wedding dress of all things? Tho to some a wedding dress is just a big, white, poofey gown you’ll only ever wear once then only see in dated photo’s. But to the drummer, it was the very same dress he wore for that photoshoot with his now fiancé of two in a half years shortly before they ended up becoming much more than friends(with benefits). “Wonder if it still fits anymore?…” (🚚)

A/N; (👾🎁) *W E L L*- it’s been almost 2/1 months since the last time I’ve came out my self-induced hibernation EXCEPT THIS TIME I come barring a (belated) bday gift 4 my wonderful, amazing, gorgeous, sweet, talented, cat-coded darling of a moot *THE* ✨@j-restlessgeek✨ (who u should ABSOLUTELY be following btw >:3!) N w us both being normal 2 a certain degree over that photoshoot w Jure in a mfn *WEDDING DRESS*, I sprinted 2 my drafts, beat my writers block w a iron hammer N now I’m left w this ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️. THO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO! BONE, APPLE, TEETH N CATCH YA ON THE FLIP SIDE~<3

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Switching off the running water, droplets from it’s remains began their journey trickling down the ends of Bojan’s drenched hair and back, swiftly snagging two freshly dried, strawberry pink towels from their nest on-top the radiator and wrapping the larger of the two around his soft, yet still that little bit toned waist as a means of hiding the singer’s (admittedly small) dignity then going in with the same process on his semi-soaked hair. Tussling silky, puppy brown locks till they were restored to their fluffy and water-free glory once more.

After shuffling into a pair of spare grey sweats and his favourite (out of the fifty he used to frequently steal from Kris) Beatles tee, threw on some moisturiser combined with the brunette’s much beloved hair products, he strolled down the boldly patterned hall to his and Jure’s shared bedroom to check with the other what movie he decided they’d be watching that night. Which was Bojan’s plan. Until he locked eyes with the sight said bedroom had so unfairly chosen to lay before him….

He swept open the door with a gentle hand, all knowledge of anything other than the figure that also seemed just as lost in their own little bubble as he was, completely stripped away from him in less than a millisecond. If you asked Bojan what the definition of “perfection” was, his answer would simply be the person he saw in that very moment without a single thought.

Investigating every part of themselves in the mirror, unbeknownst to how they had just effortlessly stolen not only his heart, but every word, thought and breath that hadn’t had time to run away from the home they called Bojan’s body. Tho sooner than later, the trance he’d somehow found himself in a whole lifetime ago by now slowly fizzled out, senses flooding back into their designated stations as he drunk in the utterly ethereal scene of his fiancé adorning what seemed to be a wedding dress?

It wasn’t just any wedding dress he’d found Jure clad in either, better yet the exact same one his lover had worn for a photoshoot that got very popular with a certain crowd which made up a (not all that) small corner of their fanbase almost two years ago if his mind wasn’t subconsciously changing how time worked again. And oh if it didn’t make Bojan want to fall straight to his knees right on this very floor he currently stood upon and worship every single minuscule atom that consecutively came together to create the undeniably gorgeous, talented, amazing, intelligent, beautiful, hot, wonderful, sexy, unreal and down right mesmerising human who only he got to the pleasure N divine prestige of calling “his pretty drummer” for how ever long he’d allow him the privilege to, eternally Bojan wishes. (And he would in a heartbeat if only there was somesort of miracle out there that could grant him permanent immortality to do so).

“Uhhh, m-muca….?” The slightly lovestruck singer spoke up meekly. Causing the bubble to burst completely as his fiancé swiftly quirked around to face him, stare’s ping-ponging back and forth in a short attempt at trying to grasp the signals Bojan’s face was sending the older’s way, a melting pot of surprise and shock swirled in blown chestnut pools while waltzing across the rest of his features but so did another feeling he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Regret? “Geez Bojči, You look like you saw a ghost or Sonček when he catches a bug. Is something wrong or-” “No no! I was gonna ask what movie you picked out for later and then I opened the door and saw ya like…that.” Jure glanced down and then, the realisation dawned on him. It’s the dress. He doesn’t like the dress on him.

Splotches of rose waltzed their way onto his cheeks and neck, almost giving off the appearance the sun has had it’s way with him earlier that day as if they weren’t entering early November in a few weeks. Pacing over to both boy’s wardrobe he prised open both doors and vigorously began undoing the laces that tied the gown together, a subtle frown accenting his lips.

‘What was with that face tho? Is he having second thoughts already?’

‘No that can’t be it! Maybe he was just a little surprised, haven’t worn it awhile anyway.’

‘The first words he said to me after leaving the changing room were I always thought you looked beautiful in white so what else could it be?!’

‘Did I do something wrong? Did he finally get tired of waiting and moved o-‘ “Darling wait! what’s up huh?-“ ‘I can’t be losing him now. How would I even explain it to the kids-‘ “Hey hey, I’m sorry if I looked a little mad but it’s not what you think it is I swea-“ ‘God please don’t say he’s-‘ “C’mon muca! just talk to me I’-“ ‘I should’ve left the damn dress where I found it then left it at tha-‘ “Jurček, wait no! don-“ ‘what have I done, what have I done, what have I done, what have I done, what have I do-‘ “Jur-“ ‘I shouldn’t of proposed in the first p-‘ “JURE.”

The blonde felt a tight sensation in his left wrist out of the blue. Like a weight was tugging at it and refused to come off no matter how hard he tried breaking away from it’s crushing, iron grip. And with that, his sudden mid-life crisis came to a careening halt, tweaking the other way to stare down furrowed browns and warm eyes reflecting into his own murky-tear pricked one’s. Now is definitely not the time to mention it of course, but Bojan had never seen a prettier cryer in all his 30 years, 1,565 weeks and 10950 days of being a resident of this planet we know as earth.

“Oh sweetheart~</3” He enveloped an arm around his lover’s nearly naked waist while another slotted in between short, soft, honey gold strands, cradling the older’s head as tenderly as one could. The more barley audible, soft weeps and sniffles poured out of Jure, the more pieces of the shorter boy’s heart shattered. Each break getting louder and louder till his fiancé’s muffled whimpers calmed down with the help of a few comforting back rubs accompanied by gentle whispers of “everything’s alright now” and “I’m here love, you’re safe” into Jure’s skin, long after all his tears gave out.

Still rubbing his eyes periodically and trembling internally, he intertwined his fingers then let Bojan guide them both to their bedside. Flopping down without hands parting a single time and burrowing themselves into eachother’s side, tracing thousands of nonsensical patterns over the drummer’s exposed chest, shifting upwards to carve a lingering kiss on his darling’s forehead with praises of every kind bouncing off those lips Jure never seemed to ever, ever get enough off no matter how many times he’s felt their heavenly touch. “You’re stunning you know that.” Bojan grinned through slurred words, sleep unwavering in its mission to reel him hook, line and sinker. “There’s no one in this world who’d I’d want as my muse not just now, but forever than my pretty drummer boy alright.”

“You’re pretty drummer boy eh?”

“And once again, I am really so sorry about earlier Muca-“

A chorus of paw prints bustled outside their door. Echoes of panicked meows and barks steeping closer and closer, making themselves increasingly known to the couple. “I’ll go let the kids in..” the blonde yawned, a fond twang lacing his speech as he quietly crawled out of his (quite obnoxiously snoring) fiancé’s grasp and nonchalantly turning the knob as both boy’s pets barged inside to shower their dad’s with a multitude of licks, nuzzles, sniffs and paws for attention. Being mindful not to disturb the lull that’s taken over the singer’s being as usual considering it was vastly approaching 5pm.

There was of course, much more work to be done before they could actually move but that’s one of the many task’s tomorrow’s Jure and Bojan will have to face. Their only task’s now consisting of supplying both animals currently huddled in their arms with everlasting pets while simultaneously keeping the other from hogging the covers, shielding them against the spitefulness that Slovenian winter brings year after year. Perhaps a spring wedding would suit them just fine…..~🔔

[ughgoaway]

playing on my mind //Instagram au 2

heyyyy! ik I only did the other one a few days ago, but you guys seemed to like it, so here's a new one! once again, the timeline makes 0 sense, and some pics are bad quality... but as a fun new thing to ignore, some of the pictures are totally not of a 6-year-old, but we're all gonna pretend it works <3

matty's instagram grid and story

texts and your main insta story

your main instagram story and grid

text and your spam instagram grid

Charli's main insta, your spam instagram story and grid

texts when you're still living separately

[wetcatspellcaster]

In which a late night discussion is conducted, and a letter is received.

[blitheringmcgonagall]

@mabeltothknows @theresthesnitch completely agree!

Sure what famous story isn’t a fan fiction of sorts?

Virgil’s The Aeneid is fanfic of Homer’s Iliad

Most of the Roman gods’ stories were fanfics of the Greek gods with slightly different AUs

Dante’s Divine Comedy manages the hat trick of qualifying as Biblefic, Homerfic, and Virgilfic (including a self insert fic cause he meets Virgil and Homer in it, lol!)

The legend of King Arthur dates back to Wales and at least the eighth century. Sir Thomas Mallory wrote a fanfic of these various legends in Le Morte D’Artur in 1485, while later T.H. White's wrote a fanfic of it called The Once and Future King, which later became the source material for Disney’s The Sword in the Stone.

JRR Tolkien’s Lord of The Rings was inspired by Beowulf and Arthurian legend and Norse and Celtic mythology so it’s basically a cross-over fanfic, and there’s countless fanfics of LOTR, even D&Ds…

Even Shakespeare’s Hamlet is a fanfic of a Norse legend from the early 13th century which was then turned into a canon fanfic by Thomas Kyd that's now known as the Ur-Hamlet, on which Shakespeare based his Hamlet.

So why is fan fiction so looked down upon??!?

Well…

…IT IS MOSTLY WRITTEN BY WOMEN for women (“more embarrassing and worse than a trashy romance novel, you know, but like, they’re nearly as bad, yeah?” - read in condescending male voice)

AH…

🙄😒 that explains it

Idk if anon ask hour is still going but do you have any sharp argument points for people who look down on fanfiction? I know some good points with which to fight them but i go blank whenever I'm faced with an actual situation like that

Ugh, people like that suck.

Send me an ask about anything or nothing.

I'm actually going to tag @mabeltothknows, who crafted a whole argument in response when I mentioned this ask. I'll reblog her answer later.

The one thing I would say is that judging people based on their hobbies is not where it's at. There are so many worse things you could do than read and write in any form. People judge in order to feel better about their own cringey choices.

[youregonnabeokay-kid]

ADHD information for fanfic writers:

Diagnostic Process:

the diagnostic process is different in every country, but this is a basic overview

- an ADHD referral can come from any type of doctor, unlike referrals for other neurodivergences

- the wait list depends on where you live and how old you are. typically the younger you are, the shorter the wait

- ADHD has to be diagnosed by a psychiatrist or by a doctor who has taken a specialized course to be certified in diagnosing and handling ADHD

- most doctors will make you fill out a questionnaire about your mental health. these questionnaires involves sections about family history, personal history, and statements that you have to agree or disagree with

- a good psychiatrist won’t diagnose you with ADHD during your first visit. they will instead spend the first few visits getting to know you and the state of your mental health

- most people are assessed for depression when being assessed for ADHD. this is because depression can present itself in similar ways. if diagnosed with depression and open to medication, the psychiatrist will first prescribe antidepressants and see how those affect you before moving on with the ADHD assessment

Meds:

- most ADHD meds are taken in the morning since they normally wear off after 8-12 hours

- when meds wear off we go through what’s known as a “crash” or “medication rebound”

- ADHD crashes are pure hell which is why some people with ADHD choose to only take meds during the week or they do nothing on the weekend as a reset of sorts

- basically, when our meds wear off all of our symptoms come back at the same time and we get overstimulated to the point of exhaustion

- some people have smaller doses of their meds that they take at the beginning of the crash. this means they can prolong the crash by a couple hours

- for some people, the first time taking meds is hell. the change is very noticeable and abrupt. i wouldn’t stop talking because it was “too quiet” (it being my mind)

- your dosage is not based on body type or weight and just because you take a high dose in one drug doesn’t mean you take a high dose in all others (my ADHD meds are 10mg higher than the highest prescribed amount but my antipsychotics are .5mg lower than the lowest prescribed dose)

- vyvanse is most often prescribed to people with combo ADHD, ritalin to those with hyperactive ADHD (especially those with impulsivity issues), and adderall for inattentive (no, this is not something that is typically disclosed or well-known but if you’ve talked to enough people w/ ADHD you begin to see a pattern) other ADHD meds are available but less likely to be prescribed

- other meds are also taken into account when getting a prescription for ADHD. vyvanse is the most versatile and is usually the one prescribed if you’re on other medications

- ADHD meds are stimulants which means doctors will never give you refills (if they do, they could lose their license)

- since they’re stimulants, for the first year you have to go to the psychiatrist’s bi-weekly for the first few months, then monthly after that so they can see how you are doing

- ADHD meds are known for lowering sex drives and increasing hunger (sometimes the opposite may happen, as with most drugs, but these are most common)

- it takes about 1/2 hour to an hour for meds to kick in and many of us are able to tell the exact moment they start working

Other Substances:

- the neurons and chemicals in the body of an ADHD person are fucked. this means that many substances and medications have either no effect on us, or the opposite effect of what they are intended for

speaking from personal experience:

- caffeine makes me tired

- melatonin and other sleeping aids like dextromethorphan, which can be found in many cough syrups, make me hyper

- weed makes me feel lighter, but it never affects me more than that. i never get a “proper high” like other people (ie; i find no more joy or fascination in bright colours or moving objects than i usually do)

- while “sugar highs” in general are a myth, they’re real for people with ADHD! they stimulate our dopamine and opioid receptors which gives us a burst of energy

- additionally, people with ADHD are more likely to be addicted to illegal stimulants like cocaine because it calms them down (yup, you read that right. when someone with ADHD does cocaine their mind quiets and they mellow down instead of the usual hyper-active high that neurotypicals get)

Additional Information:

- we’re lacking some of the neurotransmitters in our brains so it takes us longer to process information, and we have “more” thoughts than neurotypicals since our additional thoughts aren’t processed out

- we get what’s called “executive dysfunction” or “ADHD paralysis” where we are physically unable to do things despite no real physical limitations (for non-ADHD folks: try putting your hand in fire. you’ll notice that you are either physically unable to or that your body somewhat restrains you from doing it. this is what executive dysfunction is like. for ADHD folks: do not try this since we’re also less likely to have self-preservation instincts)

- basically, i can sit for hours thinking about doing the dishes, screaming at myself in my head to just do them, but i’m still unable to

- we leave trails! we have so many thoughts going through our head that we forget them all the time, so when we get a thought like “i think the printer is low on paper, i should check” we abandon all tasks in favour of the new thought. however, the remains of those tasks stay where we left them, and thus, an ADHD trail is made

- we have both the worst and best memory of anyone you will ever meet. i might be able to tell you the exact outfit you wore on a specific day five years ago but i won’t remember what i ate for breakfast

- when we get bored, we get depressed. like, life is meaningless and i want to curl up in a ball and die depressed. sometimes we need someone to physically force us out of bed to get us out of our funk (and sometimes all it takes to get out of the funk is doing something fun which makes us feel ridiculous when we think about how depressed we were prior)

- since boredom is detrimental to us, we have to constantly be having fun which, in and of itself, is not fun. this is also why a lot of us end up doing shift work or working dangerous jobs

- we’re adrenaline junkies. this isn’t even a “most of us” situation, it’s all of us. the only difference is how we get that adrenaline. (some get it by jumping out of a plane, others get it by working on assignments in a time crunch)

- we’re social beings. even if we’re introverts, we thrive on social interactions. without them our dopamine plummets and we, once again, get depressed

- all silences are awkward to us. it doesn’t matter if you’re the person we’re most comfortable with in the world, silence is always awkward. or, more specifically, we feel like we need to fill it which is why we often ramble

obviously there’s far more to ADHD than just this and everything can change person by person but i hope this helps to gain a bit more of a general understanding on ADHD

[wreckedhoney]

"WONDERFUL SHOW TONIGHT, FORREST."

a KILLER FREQUENCY Marie Campbell/Forrest Nash ship playlist on YT

"Good to talk to you again, Forrest. You know, I've really enjoyed our chats tonight." "I guess we've had some moments."

Tracklist under the cut

Is Everybody Going Crazy? - Nothing But Thieves / The Perfect Girl - Mareux / We Don't Have To Dance - Andy Black / Night Issues (Nightcall x Daddy Issues) Mashup/Remix - FuturePastPerson / "Bassically" - Tei Shi / Cold Summer - Mareux / Diet Mountain Dew - Lana Del Rey / Destruction Of Us - Mr.Kitty / Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer / HUSH - Ari Abdul / DTLA - Mareux / Make You Mine - Madison Beer / FEAR YOU - Kat Von D / Bad Romance - Lady Gaga / Dark All Day - GUNSHIP / Maniac (feat. Conor Mason of Nothing But Thieves) - AWOLNATION

[piningpercussionist]

*a DING is heard on Kims phone* Stephen: Kim I heard what happened are you alright?

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Kim's eyes shoot open as she jolts up from her bed in a cold sweat, hand flying to her mouth just in time to muffle a scream. She pants wildly for a moment, curled in on herself as her pulse pounds in her ears and her vision swims.

Eventually, her pulse slows just slightly, leaving her just a little dizzy as her vision begins to clear.

(What... just happened to me?) She wondered, moving her hand from her mouth to her chest. (... When did I go to sleep?)

She frowns in confusion, looking around the room. Without a window, she'll need to check her phone to tell the time, but things look... well, the same, but different? She didn't quite remember most of these things being placed the way they were... or this room looking quite as lived in. The dissonance is begining to make her uncomfortable, heart rate picking up once again; she tries to take a deep breath as she feels around for her phone.

Thankfully, it's resting on the bed beside her, helpfully announcing itself with a buzz. (Well, that's fortunate,) she thinks idly, flipping it open with a practiced flick of her wrist.

She blinds herself with the brightness of the sceen for a moment, reeling back; blinking out the spots, she rubs at her eyes with her other hand as she settles back into the pillows.

(What's got me taking a nap or something at... oh, it's kind of late, actually. Assuming... do I have an early shift tomorrow or something...?)

She frowns, confused- until her eyes land on the date, and she shoots back up again, one hand flying up to her hair to pull at it.

(IT'S FEBRUARY?! Did someone- did someone mess with my phone?! What the hell-)

She quickly navigates to her messages, checking her new one first. She looks it over with intense scrutiny, trying as hard as she can to figure out what happened.

(What the hell is he talking about? What do I-)

Kim taps her index finger against the side of her phone for a long while, biting her lip. She feels nauseous; something seems very, very wrong here.

I don't know what you're talking about, so I don't know?

I feel like that's not a good sign.

I just woke up; did I go on a bender or something?

After she sends the messages, and stops herself from sending any more, she backs out of their texts to check her others.

They're fairly dead, for the most part, usually; large gaps of time between them, save for her texts with Scott, Ramona, and Hollie, typically. But trying to check them, she frowns, finding a rather curious irregularity. While her texts with Hollie seemed fine, for the most part, a couple were garbled- and when she looked at her conversations with Scott, they seemed to have stagnated for a time, and then also became filled with similar, uncomprehensible symbols and spam. Worst yet was her messages with Ramona- strings of broken text climbing up the screen and blotting out the whole of it, nearly. Something in her chest twinged at that, though she wasn't entirely sure why...

(How did this even... what...)

The only "recent" message Kim can find that sparks a similar feeling is one from Julie- a reminder about a party. Curiously, the message IS partly garbled- notably, where it would be telling her what the party is for- but the date remains visible.

(New Years... has passed....?)

She sets her phone down, putting her hands over her face as she lets her thoughts swirl around. She tries desperately to get herself to remember.

(What the fuck is wrong with me? What happened? Why can't I REMEMBER?!)

[fortune-maiden]

Six Sentence Sunday 08.20.23

Shi Wudu gave her a long look. “Would you really be happy with some empty praises?” Ling Wen sighed. “The praises are empty, but the criticisms are loaded. There is no winning either way.” “…” “…” “You’re strong. You’re smart. You’re careful.” “And what do you think you're doing?” “It’s not empty if it’s from me.” He said it so simply that even a Ling Wen trapped in her worst thoughts couldn’t help a small smile. “I suppose that’s true enough. Lord Water Master doesn’t waste his breath on flattery. It caused me no end of trouble when we first met.” If the falsely hurt tone was a ploy at an apology, she wasn’t getting it. That was fine. The relationship they had now was well beyond such things.

SWD the otome game love interest =D

[poppyseed799]

I feel like life series fanon jimmy is kind of mischaracterized and there’s an easy way to make sure you’re doing it right: he has a lot of unearned confidence

[lost-technology]

So, I was scouring my back-files and old fanfiction . net for some of my old Trigun fic. It wasn't all terrible, I swear! Okay, so I find a lot of stuff I did 20 or more years ago cringe, but there are a few pieces that are worth it. I was specifically looking for an old fic I did featuring an original character who had chosen to try to follow the "Vash" hero-lifestyle and found himself failing at it. Finally found the thing. Found a story I wrote about Vash having a pet cat, too, mostly comedy, but definitely one you don't want to read if you scour the "Does the Dog Die?" website before you watch a movie. Yes, I used that horrible old trope in the end. And then I found some fic I wrote waaaaaay back around 20 years ago (2004, actually) that was a Rem Lives AU for anime!Rem and the anime!story of Trigun and I didn't read it all the way through, but I skimmed it, having COMPLETELY forgotten about it! I seriously forgot this thing existed, forgot the entire plotline... I remember some of my old fics, obviously, but did not remember this one. And skimming... comparing to my current Stampede-and-Trimax based Rem Lives AU WIP... What is my brain's obsession with making Rem lose a leg? Seriously, it happened twice. It was a different leg (her left in the old fic as opposed to her right in the current and unlike in the current, she gets to keep both eyes) - but... I did this thing? Twice? Huh? I skimmed to the end and apparently rehabbing Knives has started to fall in a weird love with her, too. I used to write some weird shit. Actually, considering that once when I was sick with the flu a few years ago I wrote a crossover between Super Smash Bros and the Star Wars Holiday Special because my brain was on way too much cold medicine... and I spent a good portion of 2021 writing a series of fanfics about original characters that were Galactic Horde-clones from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power being undertakers for their fallen people post-canon...um, I still write weird things. *Sigh* at least that one fanfic I do remember co-writing with an ex-online-friend turned vicious online enemy (whom I could have probably forgiven if they hadn't attacked my SO) is absolutely gone now. There was a person I used to be friends with in Trigun fandom whose fandom name initials read "MF" so I will therefore refer to them as "Motherfucker" when I refer to them... well, Motherfucker and I once wrote out an idea that they had which was a Rem Lives AU but one where Vash and Rem fell in love with each other and Vash was overtaken by a fungal infection that made him violent enough to actually kill people sometimes - it was BAD. Probably the worst fanfic I ever (co) wrote. I hope that no one ever saved that to any hard drive or media. It deserves to be lost. Please.

[osbornelius]

maybe unpopular take but as someone who loved the book as a teen and has been reading GO fic for 15 years, the only positive thing out of the heartbreak of s2 is the confirmation that no, Crowley being an angel again isn't a perfect happy ending, he would never want to be angel again cos that's not who he is, or who he wants to be ever again

Crowley doesn't need to be forgiven or accepted by heaven for them to be happy and to be together, he just needs Aziraphale - their side, no one else's

[irregularbillcipher]

idk why i'm thinking about this but the fact that mordetwi was the kind of weird mlp corssover ship that gained a bunch of public attention a few years bakck and not pinkie pie/dan mandel is kind of hilarious because pinkie/dan was like. WAY more widespread from my memory. mordetwi was a lot more fringe

[blueskyscribeupdates]

Secure Own Oxygen Mask

Chapter 29

You go downstairs, Laserbeak still tucked safely in your chest.  The lights are on in the lab. Every week you draw up carefully crafted shifts for the scientists, and every week they fail to adhere to them.  

It is annoying, but tonight it works to your advantage.  No less than three mecha are puttering over half-finished projects: Sinthesis, Tarantulas, and the head of the Science Division, Shockwave.  Sinthesis is pointing out the inner workings of some kind of gun, which Shockwave is looking over with a critical eye—the only one he has, in more than one sense.

Tarantulas takes the chance to sidle over, held aloft by four of his scuttling spider legs.  Nor are the others left idle; in his various limbs he carries a vial of green liquid, an eyedropper, and a clipboard, while his hands are clasped around a large beaker of some pale pink, gelatinous material.  "Lieutenant Soundwave? What are you doing here at this late hour?"

"Seeking Shockwave."  As Tarantulas' legs shift and tilt, smoke wafts out of the vial and its contents tip towards the rim. "Reminder: safety protocols mandatory."

He follows your pointed stare as a single drop spills out—accompanied by a smell so acrid that even you can taste it—and begins eating through the floor.  

"Ah." Hastily he brings the vial level. "Well, since you're here perhaps I can interest you in a demonstration of what I've been working on."

You are Soundwave, Third-in-Command; you tend to all the matters which Starscream thinks are beneath his notice, and which actually are beneath Megatron's. Yet as you stand there, feeling tired and compressed, you long to say no.

You make a gesture. "Continue."

"I've been studying the natural defenses of creatures native to this planet, and their offensive mechanisms as well.  This," he taps one claw against the beaker of pink goop, "is but one of the transorganic compounds I've developed. You see, when I add the correct portion of proteins . . ." 

Using the eyedropper, he adds three sizzling green drops to the beaker.  Tarantulas encourages the chemical reaction by stirring vigorously with a glass stick; it meets growing resistance as the concoction changes to a milky hue and takes on a semi-solid state; when he finally pulls the stick free, it is trailing thin, white, tacky threads.

"Amazing, isn't it?" Tarantulas' mandibles clatter excitedly. "A totally new substance!"

You look at the white threads.  "Purpose?"

"The possible applications are endless!" he says, suspiciously vague.  "Look over here, I've been using the webbing, as I call it, (the temptation was too great to do otherwise, ha ha ha,) to hold all my tools—" 

Sometimes the scientists forget that the purpose of their research is not to satisfy their own curiosity, but to win a war.  "Query: military applications?  Webbing: can restrain Autobots?"

He hesitates.  "Not yet, per se, but with more research and development that is certainly a possibility.  Its tensile strength is already significant compared to its diameter, here, let me show you—"

And with a forward jerk of his head he opens his mandibles and spits a mess of thin white threads into his waiting hands.

You recoil.  Your hands jerk upward and you must resist the instinct to activate your subsonics to push away a threat, perhaps a carrier of disease.  From within you feel Laserbeak's incredulity and disgust mirroring yours, although there is a note of delight too; he can't wait to send a video to the other cassettes and force them to witness this.

"Query . . ."  But the only query that springs to mind is That was intentional? You put that in your chassis? And you already know the answer to that.

Your reaction has not gone unnoticed. Tarantulas wilts, his spider legs curling towards his body and his long, thin fingers twitching as he alternately stretches the white threads thin and scrunches them into a ball.  He stutters something incoherent about the practicality of transporting work materials as you look at the beaker.  Its contents have mostly been converted into a wad of white, but traces of the original solution roll along the bottom of the glass.  The pink coloration strikes you as familiar.

"Query." This time your voice is firm. "Production of material: requires energon?"

"Er, of course.  It's such a highly reactive substance, almost any experiment uses—"

"Energon: precious.  Experiment: nonessential. Results: unusable.  Tarantulas: will cease."

Tarantulas' legs pull him back.  "You can't be serious!  Science does not come with a timetable! Please, if you'll just let me bring this project to fruition—"

An unfamiliar anger flares within you, starting in your spark and burning outward. Laserbeak agrees; he lends control and focus as you step forward.  Your vocalizer thrums with uncontrolled reverb.  "Energon: PRECIOUS."

Though Tarantulas cowers back, you read the resentment on his face.  "But—"

You issue him ten demerits.  Not all at once.  Individually, at increments of two seconds.  His legs twitch erratically, his hands fold to his chest, still full of white string.  It smears over his biolights, tacky and half-hardened.  Disgusting.  You half hope he keeps arguing.  He has already lost privileges to the recreation room, flavor additives, and 'the good seats' in Astrotrain.  If he chooses to lose more, so be it.  Experiments are not the only things that can be denied energon.

"Soundwave!  How good to see you." Shockwave is suddenly hovering at your elbow, either having noticed the altercation or having been pinged that one of his underlings is racking up demerits. "And what brings you to my humble domain tonight?"

He puts the slightest emphasis on my.  No doubt he is rankled that you punished one of his mecha, but he has enough sense not to express it directly.  You tamp down your anger;  Shockwave does not deserve demerits, even if his subordinates are lacking, even if he has ignored the work schedule (again).  It is his nature to be jealous—he is a mech who has lost much—but he does his best.  You are both professionals, at least.

And truly, he is brilliant.

"Soundwave: requires assistance.  Requests Shockwave: examine blueprint, make alterations."

"Certainly!  Anything for our illustrious Third-in-Command."  His tone is jovial, leaving you the option to take this remark as a joke or seriously.  (You do not care much either way.)  "I can pencil you in next week for fifteen minutes, or for an hour in two weeks.  I apologize for the wait, but I'm simply swamped . . ."

That won't do. "Affirmative.  Soundwave: will assist Shockwave.  Soundwave: will conduct census of experiments. Soundwave: will locate excess energon use.  Soundwave: will—"

Shockwave interrupts your droning. "On the other hand, there's no time like the present, is there?"  He puts a hand under your elbow and gestures with his gun-arm.  "Please, join me in the privacy of my office."

He sweeps you past Sinthesis, who keeps their head studiously close to their work, and away from Tarantulas, who is swelling like he might explode.

You pay them no mind, though you do access Tarantulas' file and add a damning tag:  Not a Team Player.

[stella-lesair]

19 and 21 :D

I'll be doing this for 'Wrong, this was so wrong', a fanfic two peole know about.

19: My favourite line of dialogue

I've got multiple. Anything from Will being savage in a deleted scene, to Horace getting called stupid by a god-like being or Will making a gay sex joke about him and Horace in front of a doctor of a country in which homosexuality is punishable by death. But, the first line that came to mind wasn't exactly my favourite but worth the mention. It's something Will said to a girl that is deeply in love with Horace while rolling his eyes:

"When will you understand that you are worthless? You have nothing that Horace can’t get a million times better than you offer it. You are a simple girl of no significance. What do you hope to ever achieve? The greatest thing you can ever be is a walking second choice."

21: What dialogue is funny/makes no sense out of context?

“Isn’t that just cake?” “Just cake?” In disbelief, he shook his head. “Have you lost your mind?”

And then speaker 2 duels speaker 1 :D

(I couldn't find any better random quotes, sorry)

[futurefind]

//lays on the floor thinking abt ferdiereabert. thinking about how rea represents the worst of their failures/mistakes. thinking about how they represent the cause rea -gestures vaguely- for. thinking about how their respective pursuits (hubert and ferdie aiming to murder for and nurture for the sake of protecting rea, respectively; rea aiming to... essentially be left alone to self destruct and be forgotten bc its easier) are mutually exclusive even though their wants are the same (being together)

also thinks about the raw crack / humor angles of edelgard checking in on how the rea-mance is doing to ever exasperated, deadpan, and/or teacup breaking responses