#One of the most spectacular fics I've ever read in my entire life

[cerealboxlore]

My braincell burned today baby girls

Once again, I re-read fanfictions by @wolfsbanesparks and absolutely had to draw this idea that their fic, "Baby Blues", gave me of Harley Quinn and Billy Batson

I swear I cannot reccomend this fic enough, it gives me so much serotonin and happiness over seeing Billy's and Harley's unexpected friendship blooming together, it's just so gosh darn sweet!!

And the author is even sweeter, holy canoli, give this author more love and snacks please 🙏 they deserve the universe!!!

[spiders-hth-is-an-outlier]

Recently I've been going back and reading some of my old SGA fic (some of my best, most interesting writing is there, most of it deeply overlooked because it was about violence and grief, with tangential romantic content or none at all, and of course that's never really been Hot Ticket stuff in fandom; I get it), and after I ran out of that, I decided to reread Pretty Good Year.

And, you know, when you read something you've written years later, obviously there's always little stuff that bumps you – that seems overly repetitive or too wordy or whatever your personal sins are as a writer, and you wish you hadn't done this or done it that way or whatever. Mostly it really is just “whatever,” but there's one really spectacular fuck-up in that story that I knew was there, but it continues to bug me more and more over time. And it really is just an error, and not a sign of my growth or whatever, because I meant it to be there and I just. Forgot. I was in a hurry trying to get it done and I forgot to put it in there, but there was supposed to be a line somewhere in the final chapter about the tight scheduling around their East Coast trip because of having to work around Eliot's rehearsal schedule, and I hate that I didn't work it in, because without it there's actually no resolution to his final conversation with Idri. You might guess that after considering it Eliot agreed to take the role, but nothing in the story ever tells you that.

And that honestly really bothers me, because it actually matters to the Themes and Motifs and shit of the story, which is a story that (sneakily) actually begins before chapter 1 – it begins in Los Angeles, even though you only get the Los Angeles story doled out in pieces throughout the text. It's important to the story that you know there was originally another version of Eliot, who is actually this universe's version of “Brakebills Eliot” – someone who was bolder and braver and more proactive, who struck out on his own at 18 to chase his dream and find his forever home and all that – Eliot the hustler, Eliot the actor, Eliot the Spectacular. And you learn, over the course of the fic, what happened to that Eliot: that he didn't have a Hollywood story, that his personal and professional lives in LA were both mostly too much effort for no real reward. That he burned out, and then he was betrayed, and that he never really recovered from that; on page 1 he's living this bleak, uninspiring life, paralyzed by ennui, with no idea where he's headed except to keep doing what he's doing forever. The version of Eliot that opens PGY is actually inspired specifically by the defeated, traumatized Eliot in the final few episodes of season 1 – the version that begins when he breaks down after killing Mike, and ends when Quentin crowns him High King. That's actually the whole story, right? It's a PTSD-ridden Eliot, afraid to get back out in the world, who's kind of plucked out of obscurity and chosen to be The One, and the story question is whether or not he can live up to this metaphorical coronation.

Fundamentally the answer is obviously that he can, because while it was impossible for him to get back on his feet after LA for his own sake, he's stronger when he does it all for this family who desperately needs him to be their linchpin if they're going to stay together. But I really didn't want the story to be entirely about the glories of Eliot discovering that he's an excellent tradwife – although it's not not about that, and he definitely is – because I don't honestly think Living For the Ones Who Need You is a great life plan, you know? I didn't want that to be the one and only key to Eliot's kingship/adulthood, so there was always this second story woven in about the other loss that Eliot suffered when Los Angeles collapsed in on him. The first real thing Quentin says to him, the thing that digs into Eliot enough to shift him from this sort of lazy, semi-interested seduction into genuine interest in Quentin, is that Quentin asks him what he does creatively. In whatever intuitive way, Quentin sees that Eliot is fundamentally A Creative, and connects to that and he values it, which starts to give Eliot permission to connect to it and value it again. These exchanges about Eliot the Artist are critical to the story all the way through: when he sings to Quentin, when Quentin gives him the piano and the theater tickets, when he gets the Wellspring job because of the costume he made, the gift of the sewing room, the conversation about The Greatest Showman. It's the B-story to the whole thing, that Eliot had written himself off as a failed actor, but is starting to wake up to the image of himself that he sees reflected back from Quentin, this talented, creative person who makes beautiful things and makes things beautiful. One of my favorite little punctuation marks in the story is when a drunk Quentin introduces Eliot to the wedding guests, and his go-to in vino veritas summary of who Eliot is is basically, “MY BOYFRIEND IS AN ARTIST.”

Chapter 13 is obviously the story's climax, and its job was to essentially Show Not Tell that Eliot has achieved the goals that I forced onto him, which had more or less four aspects: he had to be the one who saves Quentin from drowning, he had to be not just a generic Good Parent but a good father because of he himself authentically being one, he had to kind of put a final seal on the pact with Margo so that we know for sure his partnership with her is real and not going to be transcended or left behind so he can be Q's romantic hero, and he had to actually acknowledge that he is a Theater Kid forever, that he was wrong to leave behind a part of him that he loved and that sustained him internally just because it won't ever make him famous. I needed all those things to be in place for me to feel like Eliot was closing out the story successfully, and most of that happens in chapter 13: the Teddy story is punctuated in that conversation they have at the beginning of the chapter, the Quentin story is punctuated partially with the paired doctor and hospital trips, but emotionally I think is punctuated when they have the fight in between and Eliot manages to end with “I love you” anyway, the Margo story is punctuated by the intense privacy of their comfort sex and with Eliot being the one for the first time who holds the door open on them having kids – but that fourth storyline really doesn't come up in 13. It's punctuated by the conversation with Idri in chapter 12, when Idri sees right through Eliot's attempts to hide how exhausted he is by being so extensively, endlessly Needed, and says that when he was in the same position, he had theater as a lifeline. He pays it forward by passing that lifeline to Eliot, and even though I didn't think Eliot was ready in that exact moment to wrap his head around it, I always thought it was completely essential to the story for Eliot to say yes to that lifeline, just like he said yes to Ted and Quentin and Margo.

But he actually didn't say yes. And I meant to show that it had happened! I really, really intended to put something in chapter 14 that showed Eliot going back to acting in spite of the way it had let him down before, exactly in parallel to the way he went back to love and family in spite of the way he'd only ever been let down by those. It feels really essential that all those things end up closed up, rounded off, settled, and it drives me a little insane that one of them didn't. But now you know, I guess, that Eliot was in a community theater production of Fiddler on the Roof that summer, and also everyone thought he was terrific, and he loved every minute of it.

[halfmoth-halfman]

the end of march is here, so we've got a new monthly fic rec list!!

just like last month, this is only for fics that i read and were also written this month. if you wanna see more of my fic recs and favs, i have em all organized on my recs blog, here!

and as always, if you have any fic recs of your own, feel free to send em my way here or on my sideblog - i love finding new fics and writers!

Alex Keller

blood on my hands - @uselsshuman

✧ two of my favorite things: alex keller and emma's fics! alex being a great caretaker and having friends everywhere is amazing. this is the perfect fic to scratch my alex itch!

Joel Miller

to think i'd forgotten - @mvtthewmurdvck

✧ i don't think there will ever come a day when i am not completely blown away by just how good anything jo writes is. doesn't matter the fandom or character, everything is absolutely top tier and this joel fic is no exception.

John Price

the five times - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ a fic i couldn't put down and even after i finished it, i had to read it a million more times. i already love price, but this fic only made me love him more and the writing???? i literally have no words for how good this is.

a handful of birthdays - @mvtthewmurdvck

✧ one of my favorite price fics ever. such a cute and fun way to show a relationship evolving over time and written so beautifully. this is definitely a fic i reread whenever i need a pick-me-up.

in dreams - @yeyinde

✧ the day i don't immediately fall in love with one of lev's fics is the day i die. there should be a museum dedicated to her fics because every single one is a piece of art.

gravity - @soapskneebrace

✧ drunk shenanigans are always a fun time, and price being a gentleman at the end is the perfect cherry on top of this well-written sundae.

afternoon coffee - @lunarvicar

✧ another spectacular addition to the mothiverse! price being a mother hen is too perfect and him demanding moth lick the spoon again even more so. i may be a bit biased, but the mothiverse is one of my fav price series and every addition just makes me love it more and more.

John "Soap" Mactavish

sweet melodies - @johnnytavish

✧ everything i've ever wanted and more. i'm a sucker for singer!reader and this is so perfect. the teasing from her and the rest of the 141? amazing. the reader being a siren on stage? fantastic. this entire fic? perfection.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

gossamer silk smiles - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ whoever the anon was that requested this is doing the lord's work because i have never read a more perfect gaz fic in my life. perfect doesn't even begin to cover it. i love this fic with every fiber of my being and every piece of my soul.

kiss prompts || kiss 39: last kiss before dying | kiss 3: forehead kiss | kiss 13: morning kiss - @cowboybxtch

✧ do you want to have your heart broken into a million pieces and then put together with the cutest and most wholesome fluff you've ever read? then these kiss prompts are for you! i know i say fics are beautifully written a lot, but there's no other way to describe this little series. they're beautiful. gorgeous. stunning.

König

overflow the stars - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ listen, i'm not a könig girlie, but this fic right here? chef's kiss. i swear, there isn't a single character that hal can't make me love. everything she writes, every character she writes for is so well done, her talent floors me.

Leon Kennedy

in my veins - @uselsshuman

✧ did i create a resident evil section in my fic recs just for this fic? yes, yes i did. and i have absolutely no regerts because i love this fic and i will never be normal about any of the amazing stuff emma writes.

Multi Characters

141 sleeping headcanons - @maes-chocolate-cookie

✧ this is so cute and i love it. they fit the characters so well, especially price sleeping with a thick blanket no matter the temperature. i feel that on a deep level.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

sassy series || grocery list | cough - @peachesofteal

✧ i saw the words soft dad!simon and was immediately sold. then i read the rest of the fic and felt my heart clench at how goddamn cute this entire series is. "Simon is a good partner and dad I will be taking no questions." you're right, peach, and you should say it.

something tells me, i'm going to love you forever - @mvtthewmurdvck

✧ no words, just this:

your blood on his hands - @vesper-tinus

✧ i had to take a lap around my living room after i read this. this fic killed me. it destroyed me in the best way possible. "Maybe in the next life." how dare you do that to me but also i love it so much.

happiness series || a late night last minute request | four - @lethalchiralium

✧ more for one of my favorite family man simon riley series! the interactions between simon and his kids always get to me, this is such a soft and wholesome series even when it hurts.

pi day - @kioplama

✧ went in for a cute little fic for pi day, came out blushing and tearing up over "Professor Riley". really, really cute and the reaction to simon pulling out a ring made me laugh.

about someone, that isn't you - @mvtthewmurdvck

✧ this fic killed me. absolutely wrecked me. completely destroyed me. jo is too good at the angst and making me feel and getting me all caught up in my emotions. i don't know how she manages to create such stunningly painful fics, but it's a skill to be admired. i don't think I'll ever get tired of how good her fics hurt.

you wake up together - @ninetailedfoxmanchi

✧ lazy morning fics are the best. something about the pure domestic bliss and reading about ghost being calm and happy just sends my heart sailing.

untitled - @blackssuunn

✧ a lovely fic with simon being a big softy. as someone who mostly writes and reads fluff, this is top tier, grade a, perfectly written fluff and all i want to do is curl up and reread this fic over and over.

cuddlebug - @saltycurry

✧ self-indulgent tooth-rotting fluff? sign me tf up. i am absolutely here for it and i loved every word of this fic. i know there's a theme of super fluff in these recs, but i won't apologize for it when i get cute fics like this to read all day.

a good man - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ this is gonna be another picture because i can't find the words to explain how much i adore this fic and i feel like my emotions are best described like this:

[x-atlas-x]

Writer Q&A: 1,3, 11 Also, just finished reading 'The Exchanger'. I don't have any way to properly comment on that fic that isn't in the language of keyboard smashing or screams. I'm still waiting for the ball to come out of the sky, and omgwtfasdgfs how can you leave it hanging like that?!?! Please, PLEASE tell me you have a follow-up in mind!!

Hello, my friend!! Thank you so much for the asks <3 This'll probably be a long one, so it's going to be under the cut~

1.) What led you to start writing fan fiction?

I'm not entirely sure. I've been basically writing for my whole life (ever since I was a wee lad) and my roots started in... Sonic fanfiction... Not my proudest moment, but we all have to start somewhere. I was my own worst nightmare when I was merely seven >:)

(I still have the god awful notebook with one of the first fics in it... No, I can't decipher it-)

3.) What experiences/influences have shaped your writing the most?

The last fandom I was in truly brought out my absolute need to be writing constantly and my love for AUs. Upon joining the Yugioh fandom, though, I started to learn how to shape my fanfics and build them up with more emotions (also, I learned how to write smut! which is such a huge accomplishment because I used to never get that far). It's always baffling to look back on my first posted Yugioh fic and my most recent one.

I suppose one experience that I can recall that has truly influenced me and my writing is when I was forced to join a literature contest once and I won first place. It wasn't anything spectacular, but that was the first time that I had officially won something. I forget about it a lot, but I know that gave me an ego/confidence boost of sorts at the time to pursue writing more seriously.

11.) What attracted you to the fandom(s)/media you write in?

Oh, yes, the story about how I accidentally fell into the world of Yugioh. Around the beginning of quarantine, I was still writing for my old fandom. There was an artist on Instagram that did fanart for that fandom, but also did art/talked a lot about Yugioh 5D's. One night, I got bored and I put it on my TV while I was falling asleep. I woke up the next morning, started paying attention, and... Well, here we are.

I replaced 5D's with DM and I actually didn't start properly watching that one until the middle of season 3. I know, I'm insane, but it's difficult for me to get into something from the very beginning. I spent most of quarantine writing fanfiction while binging all of the Yugioh shows (I stopped at VRAINS, but I've watched enough of that to have a vague idea of what happens). And yeah! That's how I got here :)

As for The Exchanger...

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! That ending was definitely something, wasn't it? >:) I do have a follow up floating around in my head, but I'm currently drowning in projects, so... Hopefully I'll be able to get there at some point amongst all of them (and maybe when I get an actual idea of where I'm going with things).

If anyone else would like to send an ask: Questions

[lumyart]

So, I finished reading the final parts of biof days ago, but I needed time to properly mourn it... now that I went through all the stages of grief, I can just say how perfect everything was. I loved every single moment.. the family fluff, the smut, everytime aema was mentioned made me extremely emotional, every scene with helaena melted my heart (her calling Nyra mama 😭), jealous!Rhaenyra is always a delight to read, the whole milf mess (angry!Alicent is so hot) 🤣... I'm rambling, sorry. I'm not really good with words and giving people complements, so I'm just gonna quote lady gaga and say: "talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show-stoping, spectacular, never-the-same, totally unique, completely-not-ever-been done-before".

Okay, there's a couple of things I need to mention:

1.

"For what it’s worth, the last time Rhaenyra wanted to try something new, she made her come so hard Alicent saw stars, and the bullet vibe she used ended up entirely ruined - don’t ask her how, however, she’s not ready to discuss that part." "They’ve used this addition to their sex life a few times - and Alicent would rather not have to retell the story of when she tried to wear it -"

You're so, so mean, lumy. You just casually dropped those info and leave it there.. How am I supposed to carry on with my life without knowing the full story here?!? Im a curious person, this is all I've been thinking about! (especially the first quote... Dear lord how the fuck did alicente managed to ruin a vibrator?? 😭 I mean good for her). That would be a great (smut) one shot, just saying.. 👀

2. When they were about to fuck, alicent mentioned/thought about proposing to Rhaenyra, and I was wondering who would be the one actually doing it? Most fics I read is Rhaenyra, but I feel like in this universe it'd be alicent.. I can see Nyra freaking out 'cause that's her crush asking her to marry her (btw, how come Ali never teased her about that?)

Anyway, thank you for this amazing fic, I already miss it ❤ (looking forward to a potential part 2)

😭😭 Thank you, you're too sweet���️ I loved writing this last big update and adding all the fluff to it, so I'm glad you enjoyed it as well! congrats on getting to finish it, I know it wasn't easy for everyone😭

Honestly I considered expanding on all of these but the final chapter was already far too lengthy, so I'm sorry😔 I chose for Alicent to suck Rhaenyra’s strap instead - which wasnt supposed to happened but then I changed my mind. You might get the inside stories in the next part, but I'm not sure of that cause there's even more exciting things to include in there so...🫣 Also, not sure you want to hear the story of Alicent trying to wear the strap, that would be more funny than sexy haha

As for who would propose... I can't answer that without spoiling part 2 considering it will 100% be centered around them getting married😁 But I can totally see Rhaenyra planning to do it and freaking out until Alicent decides to take the matter in her own hands and does it instead😭

[lovesongrecs]

god. okay, so my mutual on twt was kind enough to link me the fic she'd posted she'd been reading for sillies and shitposts but i, ever the depraved shinestar, was HOOKED on the little snippet of the end of chapter 2. it felt like the walls were closing in on me when i realized i had just inadvertently gotten scammed (in the best way possible, ofc!) because... 🫠 no smut. just unbridled edging. like omg... all that built up tension... the anticipation i had for what i thought would be the most nastiest, toe-curling smut i'd ever lay eyes on in my entire life... taken away from me within seconds. anyways, that was my fault for not peeping the lack of smut tags on ao3. nevertheless, i was absolutely enthralled by the plot progression so i continued reading and i am so so So glad i did.

my mind is all over the place... where do i even begin 😭 i quite literally just finished reading the latest chapter and. There's just so fucking much i feel just as overwhelmed as mc because... what the fuck!! like actually, what the fuck 😭😭 everyone in atz and itz need to perish omfg it does not cost us anything to be kind to each other... greek life shouldn't ever be this serious, but then again, they're mostly all filthy rich freaks who'll make dollars while the rest of us work our asses off to make dimes. such a sick world we live in... can't even escape the horrors of capitalistic greed in a frat!atz au...

but it's this greed that makes everything so interesting! the amount of layers to the plot is so sickening, i'm appalled by the reminder that this is just fanfiction and not the script of the next hit show everyone and their mom is raving about. i mean, hello? the character depth? the backstories? the way every single relationship between the characters is so intricately intertwined with another that just the slightest altercation between people tangled in this little web could (and did) set everything off? i need to figure out how to get you into the writer's room because this is insane. even just the mystery behind everyone's motives and end goals? this kind of talent is so rare that i find such immense pleasure in being able to pick it apart and put it back together in the form of a silly little review for the author to read. you all deserve to know just how in love i am with your mind!!

the way you write is impeccable. i don't ever use that word because, i'll be honest, i'm a little picky with my compliments! but i feel like you really deserve to hear that after the absolute whirlwind you just spun me through. from dialogue and nicknames for mc that are so specific to a single character, to the deliberately placed actions between them that give this sense of realism, and the endless detail used to create the setting you've envisioned for a scene... talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it – or whatever lady gaga said. everything fits together so perfectly and flows so seamlessly it imitates the state of being when you're completely, utterly immersed in a story it feels like you're actually there. this is such an important thing for me as someone who has grown up reading all sorts of literature. a fic i've read and reblogged in passing will eventually lose itself in my memory but a fic from a writer, whose voice and style is so strong it transports me into an alternate reality, will live with me forever.

i'm forever praying that there will be better days (and friends, god does she need better fucking friends) ahead for mc because so far... it's not looking too good for her. just when she thinks she can trust and open up to someone, they're already five steps ahead with their plan for her certain demise. i mean, come onnnn 😭 it's one thing to hook up with someone at a frat party, but to secretly pray on her downfall is just ridiculous. you're supposed to be sleazy, not a conniving little bitch in cahoots with this mysterious hbic, who's in close contact with the president of the sorority the girl you just slept with belongs to, and making a pledge go through the wackiest initiation for some undisclosed reason... literally what goes on anymore omfg like even the confrontation with wooyoung and hongjoong kicking him OUT of the frat? mina lying about her brother's whereabouts and creating such an elaborate sob story just to keep a two-timing jackass (according to vice president of all jackasses, apparently) who doesn't even want her? all while one of the sisters is literally fucking missing and no one has any information about her whereabouts? this b-plot is DISGUSTINGGGGGG (compliment 🙂‍↕️💗) – like it's actually so fucking ridiculous how the universe is just playing in mc's face right now... i'd have been in jail by now after putting every single one of those snakes in a saw trap. i can't even wrap my head around what seonghwa could possibly want out of this, who hbic is (i'm thinking mina or isla...), or... anything, really. i'm so shaken up with how everything's unfolding, but it makes me all the more excited for the next chapter 🫶🏼

Nasara University Home Page ✧ Meet ATZ ✧ Meet ITZ ✧ Tag

That one fucked you over last year, this one is fucking you over this year, you had no idea she was involved with him, someone over here has been lying to you, you didn't mean to end up in that ones bed, he told you he loved you... Does anyone even trust anyone anymore?

[one] - 'i can do it with a broken heart' ~ taylor swift

[two] - 'we can't be friends (wait for your love)' ~ ariana grande

[three] - 'tell ur girlfriend' ~ lay bankz

[four] - 'nonsense' ~ sabrina carpenter

[five] - ‘teenage dirtbag’ ~ wheatus

[six] - 'because i liked a boy' ~ sabrina carpenter

[seven] - ‘no church in the wild’ ~ jay-z/ye

[eight] -

~ more to come ~

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[booksandabeer]

for the fic asks:

🔁 A fic you’ve re-read several times

📆 A fic you’d re-read 10 years from now

Hello & thanks so much for the ask! Here we go:

🔁 A fic you’ve re-read several times

Oh boy, so many. I think I've reread most of my ao3 bookmarks. But one of the stories that I've probably reread the most is:

time on my hands (could be time spent with you) by @thedoubteriswise | 23 K, Mature

What can I say, it's the Soft Stucky in Wakanda™ fic of my dreams. The author tagged this with 'everybody needs a break', and yes, this is the story that I return to when *I* need a break. It's probably my number one comfort fic. This is not entirely without angsty moments, but the whole thing just feels like a warm hug or like a beautiful sunrise.

📆 A fic you’d re-read 10 years from now

Okay, I simultaneously hoped and dreaded that someone would ask this because my answer is a fic that I simply cannot be normal about:

The Interrogation by magdaliny | 51K, Mature | Part 1 of 2 in Notebook No. 6 series

It’s always difficult to throw around words like ‘the best’ or ‘fave of all time’, etc., but this fic has been in my top 3 ever since I first read it. If someone were to say to me ‘from this day on you are only allowed to read one stucky fanfic’? I might pick this one.

I don’t have the words that could ever sufficiently describe what this story did to me. How it’s carved out a little piece of my heart, stole it away, and then made its home in the empty space left behind. I know this may sound like hyperbolic fangirl screeching (and believe me, I’m rolling my eyes at myself), but this story has moved me in such a profound way that only few other literary works have ever done. And that is what this is to me—an honest to god piece of literature.

Come for the spectacular Bucky-voice and his exquisite descriptions of the transcendent love he feels for one Steven Grant Rogers, and stay for his musings on travel, science, religion (Bucky is Jewish in this and the way he confronts, explores and lives his Jewishness is one of my favorite aspects of this fic), history, philosophy and just humanity in general.

This is a story that is at once full of despair and pain, but also brimming with hope and life and love. Yes, it gets very dark at some points, and it will destroy you multiple times before the end. But it will also help you pick yourself up off the floor, gently take you by the hand and say: But look at all the beauty in the world—don’t you forget about the beauty.  

I really cannot praise this fic enough. If you want a story that you can really sink your teeth into and that will in turn sink its teeth into you and never let go again: This is the one.

So yes, this is my answer. Not only would I reread this fic in ten years, I know that I will still reread this in ten years. Over and over again. It is that good. 

Thank you to everyone who has sent in asks so far! I’m a little under the weather today, but I will get to all of them eventually, I promise!

[fanficwritersinterviewed]

MCM, furiosophie

<<This post is a part of a longer conversation about fanfic writers, how they view fanfic, and their writing process. All views are the fanfic writers’ own, and whatever fanfic they choose to write is entirely their own decision. No judgement value will be placed on fic content. These conversations are meant to provide insight for other fanfic writers in whatever stage they are at in their writing life>>

Meet-Cute Monday (with furiosophie, @furiosophie)

AO3 Stats:

Pseud: furiosophie Pronouns: she/her (currently) Current fandoms: Star Wars Current pairings: Dinluke (Din/Luke), Dopeyluke (Din/Poe/Luke) How many total fic: 6 How many fandoms: 1 Total word count: 202,988 Longest fic word count: 103,615 Shortest: 2,148 Highest kudo count: 2,928 Lowest: 107

What's the story behind your pseud? It's a dumb pun I have with myself - my name is Sophie, I easily get furious about fandom shit and I'm dyslexic thus "furios sophie" with one s and no u.

You get furious? I am actually really surprised, I don't think I’ve ever noticed you getting furious before. Hahaha well I'm working on it. It's less furious, more very, very passionate. Like talking a mile a minute, forgetting to regulate my tone of voice, gesturing wildly, the whole deal.

How long have you been reading and writing fanfic? I'm not fully sure how long it's actually been but I remember asking my mom to print out fanfic at work that I copy and pasted into a doc so I could read it up in my room because we only had one pc at home, so I'd say probably 17 years or so? And I wrote my first fanfic at nine, I remember that very vividly because I wrote it in a notebook with some company logo on it and spent more time drawing the Star Wars logo on top than actually writing. Plus I had my mom proofread it so it would count as me doing my spelling homework.

It was set just before the beginning of Empire Strikes Back on the rebel base on Hoth and it was basically just a conversation between Leia, Han, Luke and the OC (original character) I created who used to be Vader's apprentice but had a change of heart and came to warn them about the imminent attack. Which I am aware is not super exciting but apparently my nine-year-old self really needed to write a fix-it.

No no! That's actually surprisingly involved for a nine-year-old kid, I'm impressed. Well my OC also rode a space skateboard and wore turquoise overalls so I feel that balances it out.

Ha!! Spectacular! Okay, so this furiosophie incarnation is your newest writing self, though you've been a few other people before this, right? I've had two other pseuds before this, yes. Kind of one for every phase of my writing: one for back when I was still writing in German during high school and one for when I first switched to writing in English during uni.

What was the inciting incident that led to the creation of this pseud?Honestly? I saw the Mandalorian season 2 finale, absolutely lost my mind when Luke showed up, went on tumblr to soak up any crumb I could get, got hit with a dinluke meme and thought "hahaha what a fucking dumb idea" and then three days later I found out that my note program apparently has a character limit because I had typed out the first 7k of “oh the things we left behind” on my phone. So I just resigned myself to my fate and created the new pseud. I had no idea what it would end up being. “ottwlb” was supposed to be three chapters, max maybe 30k. To put that into perspective - it had been roughly ten years since I had written anything at that point and the most I had written in one go was around 22k.

And it ended up being nearly 104k words. So what happened, exactly? What was it about this story that needed to come out of you and why? It started with the simple line of "Din thinks of the Jedi often. More specifically, he thinks of Grogu." That was the first thing I wrote down, and for a long while it was very much just an exploration of that thought I had since I first watched the movies which was something along the lines of "the Force and post-Return of the Jedi Luke must seem terrifying to others" until that turned into "if the Force and post-ROTJ Luke seems terrifying to others, how terrifying must that feel for him?" and I think that is where it clicked for me suddenly that I was processing a lot of my own complicated emotions around mental illness with some of this fic, that simple truth of "part of your mind is no longer your own.”

It’s funny to think, looking back, that I wasn't really aware I was processing anything with the story until I was in the thick of it. Like I knew I needed to process some shit-- I was one and a half years into recovery from severe burnout when I started writing-- but I didn't set out to do any of that processing through writing, it just happened. So this fic kind of became about accepting that sometimes the darkest parts of yourself just won't go away, that there is no absolution and no easy fix and that the only way through that is choosing to move forward. Or it's simply about two idiots taking 80k to kiss, you decide, haha!

If it’s not too invasive, do you mind talking a bit about what “severe burnout” means? Because before I met you I’d heard of burnout but it was always just a term tossed around when people got tired. I didn’t realize what it actually meant from a mental health perspective. Oh yeah sure! Though I'd like to preface this with simply saying that everyone's journey is different and this is just my personal experience. In retrospect it is not that surprising that I burned out eventually–  I had been struggling for a while in my twenties because I had a very intensive job, moved countries multiple times, tried to maintain relationships with friends, etc., but burnout is something that creeps up on you slowly and is often very hard to catch in time. It started with insomnia, then came the constant health issues, then the irritability, then I lost all interest in things I used to love, was unable to write at first, then draw, then hang out with friends, then watch TV, eventually I stopped making dinner because it was too much of an effort to make and then, right in the thick of it, I was unable to take care of myself at all.

But that whole process happened over the span of nearly two years, and in my case really probably my whole life because my specific type of burnout was brought on by the fact that I grew up undiagnosed autistic. So it wasn't one big thing, it was me continuously over-exerting myself from a very young age. There is this concept of disabled/neurodivergent kids being "twice exceptional"  which basically means that to excel you have to work twice as hard as your peers, once to bridge the gap of the base requirement of function and then once to actually thrive at school, or university, etc. and that ultimately led to me burning out. I actually had several unrelated burnouts throughout my life, the most severe ones after high school and university which, since I was seemingly functioning, were all treated as "you're just a little tired".

When you had that “a ha!” moment that your first fic was really about you processing what you’d just gone through, how did that inform your writing? I think the biggest plot point that was informed by that "a ha" moment was the choice to write chapter seven from Luke's perspective. Once I knew what I was doing it seemed impossible not to tell the story from his POV. I also kind of doubled down on the "being force-sensitive is a metaphor for being neurodivergent" thing because that analogy was just very comforting to me.

And “go and get your hands dirty”? Lmao. Very, very different vibe. I think dinluke kink week was going on back then and myomikan was drawing something for it so my idiot brain thought "you are incapable of writing smut why don't you also participate?" Which ended with me writing the first scene of that fic and then it just...I honestly don't know what happened, it was supposed to be max 10k. I had it all planned out, but apparently I am not only incapable of writing smut but also incapable of writing anything other than a slow burn. There really are no deep thoughts in that fic, which is probably why it was fighting me in the beginning, but it did end up being very helpful as a kind of sandbox where I could try out different pacing and character conflict that I struggle writing. I am still very on the fence about that fic, I know it had somewhat good reception but it is the one fic where I honestly can't tell if it works or not.

What's something in that one that you were intentionally trying out all the while knowing it wasn't your strong suit? The physical elements of it mostly. I am not joking when I say I am very bad at that, as well as the conflict based on miscommunication/a secret rather than outside factors, and the tension that comes with that. In “ottwlb” there is conflict but they are always a unit, while in “gagyhd” their turmoil is to some degree self-inflicted. Also parts of their relationship are genuinely unhealthy but in a sort of helpless way that stems from their trauma and upbringing which I really enjoyed exploring because trauma does not absolve you from being an asshole so my challenge was kind of to walk that line of "they are very dysfunctional but aware of it and trying to work towards being better."

Dysfunctional but aware. I think there’s a lot of us that can relate to that, lol!

[the-pale-goddess]

Ethan & Tiffany: Endgame (HC)

A quick reminder: I've rejected canon Third Year completely, so mind that none of OHTY bs happens in my E&T canon timeline.

A/N: I tried my best to write every major fact down - hopefully the final product isn’t too messy or too boring, I’m new to the headcanon business and this isn’t even written in the headcanon form because I’m a rebel lol

Huge thanks to the lovely Anon who requested this HC and every single one of you still interested in E&T’s shenanigans, your support is the greatest gift I could ever receive! If you have some more specific questions about these two, feel free to hit my askbox anytime 💕

Now let’s check what’s in store for Tiffany and Ethan!

Children

Neither of them planned children in their lives; they were perfectly comfortable in the relationship they had—living together, advancing their glittering careers while supporting each other, slaying the game as the ultimate power couple.

But life has its ways, of course, and a week prior to their third anniversary Tiffany found out she was pregnant. The news sparked blind panic in the 30-year-old doctor; she thought her whole world fell like dominoes. Tiffany wouldn't intentionally start a family: she'd just started turning her dreams and plans into reality and she didn't even consider herself fit to be a mother (even though deep down she craved it).

She'd spent an entire week full of doubts, listing all her options, before she finally shared the news with Ethan. His reaction was surprisingly calm, considering his stance on having children. Based on the evidence gathered throughout the week, he'd already suspected pregnancy and did some calculations on his own.

They both agreed it wasn’t the best time—their busy schedules didn’t allow them to even reconsider the concept of starting a family. Nevertheless, the baby was coming, and their hearts filled with strange excitement. Having a baby on board seemed surreal at first, but after the dust had settled they felt oddly content about the unforseen circumstances.

E&T's world turned upside down the second their son was born. Raising a child happened to be the greatest challenge these two brilliant doctors had encountered. Luckily, they both relish a good challenge. Guided by the unexpected overflow of affection, they quickly settled into the alien routine of parenthood.

Nathaniel Jonah (also known as NJ, Nate) turned out to be a perfect blend of his parents' most prominent features & traits: Ethan's ocean eyes and stubbornness mixed with Tiffany's smile and warm heart.

Three years later, another surprise awaited. The most shocking thing about the second pregnancy was that it didn't happen sooner (they'd been exceptionally careless). Nicolette „Letty”, a spitting image of her mother, stole Ethan's heart from the start, bringing even more joy to their controlled chaos.

The fancy condo was too small for a family of four, so The Ramdams were forced to find a new home. They moved to a dreamy house in the Boston suburbs merely a month before their daughter was born.

The third one (for a change) received a proper invitation to this world. Tiffany wasn't the biggest fan of the idea of having another baby, but her window was closing (she was 38) and Ethan's palpable excitement tipped the scales. Everyone jokes Aine must be adopted because she's the most unproblematic angel, unlike her parents.

The family wouldn't be full without pets: Nettie (British Shorthair cat) & Hopper (English bulldog).

Marriage

Marriage was never on their agenda. Neither of them felt the need to make their relationship formal, it wouldn't change anything between them—they were already acting like a married couple. Both Tiffany and Ethan think there are more valuable symbols of love than some paper signed in the presence of everyone they know. Partnership they were in seemed like the most comfortable and obvious choice.

The topic resurfaced with the pregnancy news. Our good guy Ethan, our Mr Must-Do-What’s-Right, proposed to Tiffany on their third anniversary dinner, right after they discovered they were expecting. He did it because it made sense. Because it was convenient. Because it was a decent thing to do.

But guess what...Tiffany rejected the proposal. She didn’t want to marry out of obligation. If they were really going to jump into marriage, she wanted it to matter. Ethan understood her point of view, though it didn't stop him from jokingly annoying her on every given occasion that she rejected him.

He waited two years before popping the question again. This time she said yes.

Dr. Grumpsey was willing to agree on a lavish wedding if Tiffany would insist. Lucky for him, his woman hates big, conventional weddings and all that unnecessary attention around the reception. They're both very private people, so they planned the wedding they were actually excited about.

They eloped to Miami where it all started, exchanging vows to the accompaniment of the ocean waves, with little NJ by their side. The wedding reception was just three people enjoying their day at the beach.

As you may suspect, their friends and family flew into a rage when they found out the wedding took place behind their backs. Jackie's death threats were particularly disturbing, so E&T decided to throw an afterparty for their loved ones only.

Career

Tiffany saw her future in diagnostics and followed that path, balancing her personal goals with striving for improvement in patient care. The word about her accomplishments with one of the best diagnostics teams spread fast; shortly after her challenging yet successful residency, Doctor Addams quickly proved to be one of the most valuable and respected diagnosticians—not only at Edenbrook, but also statewide, and later nationwide. She cracked some of the toughest, most hopeless cases, saving lives of many patients considered lost causes.

During her first pregnancy, her career was already on high speed and the situation made her even more determined to keep it that way. She didn't want to sacrifice her newly established position and Ethan did everything he could to support her and her career development.

She remained a vital part of Edenbrook's Diagnostics Team under Ethan's leadership for a few years. Their minds combined gave spectacular results and above it all they truly enjoyed working together. However, when Letty was born sharing responsibilities at home and managing the time got significantly harder. With minimal hesitation, Ethan decided it was his cue to leave.

He'd been thinking about the change for much longer than he was willing to admit: over the years he'd accomplished everything he could dream of and Edenbrook had become more of a duty than a challenge. So he quit, leaving the team in the most capable hands of Doctor Addams-Ramsey.

For a year and a half The Ethan Ramsey was a stay-at-home dad, juggling family, research for his second book and setting up his clinic with none other than Tobias Carrick.

Ethan wasn't 100% convinced if starting the practice with Tobias would be a wise move, but the clinic exceeded his expectations. Apart from the great sense of accomplishment, he finally gained full independence at work. And there were no bloody interns to babysit anymore.

When little Ramdams got older, he approached Tiffany with a job offer; the best diagnostician in the country was the last missing link in his clinic. She let it marinate for a few years and accepted the offer at the launch of her second book, soon after Letty's 18th birthday.

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If there’s a typo or a mistake somewhere...No, there isn’t kgjdkgjdk

Thanks for reading 🥰 I have a few exciting fics in the making (both AUs & canon) and I hope I’ll be able to finish them soon!

[effervescentdragon]

akira, AKIRA, to choose only one brilliant line from one of your works would be, i think, completely and utterly impossible. so i will give you my Top 3 that still live in my mind rent-free and that i can almost quote word-for-word by how many times i've reread the fic:

It’s Ferrari, and it’s Charles, and he bleeds Ferrari red; always did, always will. (And they let him bleed for them, they let him bleed and they will let him bleed even more, and Pierre hopes, prays to his God too often to admit it to anyone, prays with a reverence he can rarely muster for anyone else, including himself, that they won’t bleed him out dry.)

GOD 😭❤️ this one made me transcend to another plane of existence, i think. holy FUCK it's so good and so painfully true and just *sobs* this!!!!!!

Nothing this beautiful can be blasphemous, and he is the most beautiful thing I’ve laid my eyes upon.

EXQUISITE. simply exquisite.

“You’re my best mate,” he whispers, and it feels significant. Then he smiles, and Pierre thinks If you were alive thousands of years ago, you would’ve been worshiped. “And I think you’re the love of my life.”

yes i'm technically cheating because that's a paragraph and not a line, but you know what? TAKE IT. this entire paragraph is perfection, and perhaps one of the most stunning things i've ever read, and just so them, and just. absolutely, absolutely fucking spectacular.

and yes, these are all from Taller In Another Dimension, which, just for the record, i have re-opened so many times that it has now become the default thing AO3 links to when i begin typing "archiveofourown..." into my browser. it's my comfort fic, and i'll never ever get tired of it, and honestly just, one of the best things i've ever had the pleasure of reading ❤️ you are a goddess!

Katie idek what to say 😭😭😭 you're so nice and so kind to me and my writing and your comments are always so elaborate and thoughtful and i come back to read them constantly when i need cheering up and just. thank you so much friend, so so much 🥺🥺❤️❤️ this is making a shitty day so much better ❤️

[danpuff-ao3]

Fic Rec: Reconciling Lily's Eyes

Snarry. Rated E. 52k. Cheating.

Had Harry known "bonding" with his former professor would lead him to three different countries, a hastily-planned wedding and his pants around his ankles in Snape's sitting room, he wouldn't have quit his day job. Or…maybe he would've… What it's like to fall in love with someone you absolutely cannot stand, who happens to still be in love with your mum.

and sequel: Epilogue for Lily's Eyes

Snarry. Rated E. 10k. Mpreg.

The best part of falling in love with a man who's in love with your mum's eyes is never having to take off your glasses. Chronicles the first (mildly insane) sixteen-odd years of Snape and Harry's life together.

danpuff notes: Try as I might, I've not yet convinced many of my fandom friends to read this one. Which is a shame considering how friggin' spectacular it is.

Don't get me wrong, I understand why. Not many of them care for Snily and headcanon Severus as being not the least bit heterosexual. Also, how weird to hook up with the son of the woman you were obsessively in love with, am I right?

Listen. I get it. The story sounds weird. I'll go a step further and say, it just flat out is weird. But a good weird, y'know? It's a very unique, very special look at just leaning into the unrequited Snily, leaning into all that horrible James trauma, and fully leaning into a very strange and dysfunctional Snarry dynamic.

And for that reason, this is probably one of the most beautiful fics I've ever read.

Y'all, I was on the floor SCREAMING for this fic. And I still get those feels on rereads. It's everything I love and adore in a fic. It embraces the wrongness, embraces the ugliness, embraces every flaw, embraces all of the baggage -- this fic picks up the garbage and with it creates ART. Creates BEAUTY and LOVE.

We are treated to the blatant admittance of Snape's unattractiveness. His pettiness. His stubbornness. And Harry is just as stubborn. He is persistent and also kind of oblivious and most definitely cheating on Ginny, even if he doesn't see it that way (because of the aforementioned obliviousness.) (It takes him way too long to figure out that his and Snape's first kiss was, in fact, a kiss.)

This fic shies away from NOTHING. It is unapologetic from start to finish. This story is not going to let you get away with rose colored glasses. Nope. You read this and you bask in it's filthy, effed up glory.

Anyway, I could scream more, but I would end up spoiling the entire fic for you, which would just be a shame. If anything about this seems off-putting, I ask you to at least read the first chapter and give it a chance. The few friends I did convince to read this fell just as in love with it as I am, if that helps at all!

And c'mon. I'm pretty desperate for other people to appreciate what an absolute gem this story is. It might be an uncut, rough stone, but a gem is a gem, alright?

[littlemisspascal]

Okay, there is never just one thing I think about when I see you, you represent so much in this whole fandom and in my life.

When I see your writing I always have to think deep about the world. You create such specific settings and your descriptions of things always makes me feel alive. It makes me want to go outside and feel the world that you created. Walk through the woods while thinking about Little Red's Shadow, thinking about all your meaningful words and just smiling at how talented you are.

The way you write the charcters, there is always a sense of realness to them, I can see them, I can hear them when they talk, you capture such a beautiful imagine and put it into words, allowing us to live through such sweet moments.

Another thing I love is that your work isn't just all smut. Also no shade, all the smut writers out there are fucking queens and I am so many times amazed with your talented....BUT on the occasion that I want to just read something sweet, something that has so much realness and feelings, I always know I can come to your blog and indulge in your fics.

Not only that but then you go ahead and put together the Pedro Library, shining light on so many talented writers and building a place that is so easy and useful to all of us. You are soooo sweet and kind, ypu reblog other peoples work and don't get me started on your videos. Those videis have gotten me through times and they are so amazing and emotional, the songs always match perfectly. You are an angel, you mean a lot to me and I'm sure you also mean a lot to alot of people on here, because how could they not love you.

Kindly accept these foolish words of word vomit and emotions I just spilled out and just know how talented and loved you are.💜❤💞💝💕💕💖💕💗💞💝💜

Miley, how dare you send me one of the sweetest, kindest, most supportive messages I've ever received in my entire life. If you wanted me to cry, you have succeeded. There is now a lake in my living room. I. Love. You. So. Friggin. Much. There aren't words for how happy you make me on a daily/weekly/monthly basis. Not to put pressure on you, but yeah, you're one of the biggest bright spots in my life at the moment and everything about you is spectacular. I'm crying as I type this, so it's making thinking hard which sucks because I'd write you 12 pages of word vomit/adoration if I could but instead I'll just say it over and over again I love you I love you I love you x infinity 💖💖💖💖💖💖

[neirawrites]

I was a Twihard in high school. Then I was a Twilight hater. In  2018, I decided to reread the first book, to see for myself on which side I belonged. I wrote my thoughts as I read, in multiple parts, but on my main blog, so I thought I might share them on my writeblr too, because I kinda had fun with it. 

Enjoy my many, many notes

Pages 0-50

I’m actually kinda into it. Yeah, there are a many issues every article on editing tells you to fix (filter words, -ing verbs and things like that), but i feel it. I don’t know what it is, but it’s there.

Bella isn’t that bad of a protagonist. Nothing too spectacular, but she’s fine. She is depressed, self sacrificing and hides her feelings, but also a lot more self aware than i though she would be(like when she notices mike, my son, likes her). She’s a typical teenage girl, the introverted type, way into reading. there’s nothing wrong with that.

I don’t know why i remember Edward being a draco in leather pants,but he’s also fine for now. mysterious and handsome and a bit weird. The first real conversation they have, he’s polite and nice and charming. I expected him to be a dick for like 150 pages at least.

Pages 50-100

I’m still really into it.

Yeah,Edward kinda ghosts her/gaslights her after the whole van incident, but with the benefit of hindsight,i kinda get it. It’s a wonder he didn’t pick up his entire family and moved to Alaska again. I also get her mood during that time and I've been there so i feel ya,Bella,it’s not your fault.

And yeah, Bella gets invited to the dance by three different guys and it’s all kinds of fan fic-y, but the fact she turns them down furthers my belief she’s wake up married to Edward in like a few years and realize she would rather be with Rosalie (a solid choice, might i add).

Edward’s really pushy, especially when it comes to the scene after she faints. like, let her go, you jerk, she can drive herself, but he’s more weird than he’s a jerk and i think that was intentional.

A big surprise was the line “what if i’m not the hero, what if i’m the bad guy?” which isn’t this super cheesy, extra dramatic sentence but a jokey joke told with a laugh. actually, that whole conversation in the cafeteria where she tries to guess what he is is gold and don’t try to tell me otherwise.

I’m reading her interests in him as less of a romantic thing, and more of frustration at his behavior,like she would still be fascinated by him if he wasn’t so hot because he’s just so weird (but being hot is definitely a plus).

Plot? What plot?

Still, while the flaws are there, i’m still enjoying it very much.

Pages 100-150

Is Stephanie Meyer into anime? Cuz she wrote a harem light novel,that’s what she did and that’s how i’ll read it from now on and have more fun doing it. (Might make a post elaborating on this further).

All this to say that we got to Jacob. Not gonna lie, I kinda forgot about him.  He seems like a nice kid and i’m glad Bella has some positive interaction. Team jacoj 4 life (jk,man,i was team jasper in high school which is in retrospect very weird of me). I know he becomes a friend-zoned dudebro later, but for now, he’s fine.

Meyer, lady, you’re winning me over as a half hearted defender of your work, but why are the girls so bitchy? Yeah,i know, bitchy girls exist in real life, especially in high schools,but girls are our friends and we need more positive female on female interactions. Just my personal preference, I guess.

Things are getting interesting. Bella’s dreaming weird dreams (just fyi, not a big fan of dream scenes in general), she’s googling like crazy  and we’re going to Port Angeles.

I never felt she has any sort of affection for Angela or Jessica who seem really nice and have done nothing wrong. Like loosen up Bella, give them a chance. I know, depression makes you into a bitch sometimes, but it would warm me up to her character if she was a little more affectionate with people around her.

That whole scene where she almost gets at best beaten up and mugged and at worst raped and killed is… not my favorite part of the whole thing. I get what Meyer needed to do, to have her be saved by Edward, but there must have been a better way to go about it. What do I know? I’m the queen of forced plot contrivances. I do like their conversation at the restaurant (again, why do we hate the female waitress, Steph?). I don’t know why, I expected Edward to be mad at Bella for what happened to her and he seems genuinely concerned and his anger feels… human. Some of his actions, however, do not.

He stalked her which is weird and creepy and I hate it. Don’t stalk people, Edward. most of us don’t like it. you’re lucky Bella’s a weirdo.

150-200

I kinda love how ok she’s with the whole vampire thing. she’s just “well, this kid i barely know told me a scary story, so i guess the guy from school is a vampire. it be like that sometimes.” my first assumption would be it’s all an elaborate prank to make fun of me (i have some deep seeded trust issues origins of which remain unknown). and he’s waaay to quick to confirm her suspicions. I think there’s an explanation in the part of midnight sun that got leaked, but that was like a century ago.

I would criticize her for being ride or die with Edward so fast, falling in love with him so quickly, but i exchanged like 5 sentences with a cute girl last night and a part of is ready to propose based on the artiness of her instagam, so who the eff am i to judge?

and i get why he’s fascinated with her. she’s the only one he can’t read.

why? i don’t think that question ever gets a good enough answer, but it’s a fictional story about a girl falling in love with a sparky vampire. i’m not here for complex science or detailed explanations.

he seems waaay too protective of her. She’s a big girl, Ed, she can take care of herself. It’s actually kinda annoying. i dislike how he treats like a child a lot of the time. he seems pretty condescending. also, if he broke her car, i’m taking back everything nice i said about him.

ok, let me finally address bella’s biggest character flaw, her clumsiness. i mean, i get why she has it but Meyer goes a bit too hard on it. i’m clumsy, i really am, full of bruises, always bumping into things, but Bella can’t walk 20 meters without tripping. i guess i’m just glad she becomes a vampire in the book four, otherwise the book five would have been about her struggles when she’s diagnosed with a stage four inoperable brain tumor that’s been mesing with her sense of balance and the whole things turns into a weird version of the fault in our starts.

if i were writing it i would focus on her trust issues and being unable to form real bonds with other people as her main flaw, maybe even use it to try and justify the whole thing with the mind Edward can’t read. Like, she’s too different in a way that makes her unable to connect even on a basic level, like that one Blue whale that sings at a different frequency than all the others. Idk,i write pulpy sci fi. but it’s easy to be a general after the battle.

we got to the two infamous lines:

how are you? 17. how long have you been 17?  is another line that’s more jokey than i though it would be, but also the most realistic piece of dialogue in this book. i would so ask the same thing.

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, this paragraph has been memed to death. Second, there was a part of me-and I didn’t know how potent that part might be-that would know every word of it till the day i died. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in like with it.

200-300

Not gonna lie, the whole part where he goes around asking her questions he is legitimately interested in knowing the answers to is at the same time my kinkiest fantasy and my deepest fear. like, yaaas, daddy, get to know me on the personal level and don’t be turn off by the fact i’m a tabula rasa.

We got to the infamous meadow scene and Bella is sooo horny on main for that vampire stake it’s actually kinda funny. She gets so effing into it she faints. I fucking love this girl. Go get that adonis dick, Bella, you deserve it.

I don’t mind vampires sparkle.i mean,it’s lame and fanfic-y but in Bosnia we have the lampires so vampires are creatures with a high dose of plasticity. i don’t know why that was like the worst thing anyone has ever done to the vampires. They are kinda too strong and could use a real weakness tho.  

So the lion fell in love with the lamb is kind of another joke. Also, this is the skin of a killer is sadly just in the movie.

I do have the feeling he likes the project that he sees in Bella more than the real girl,but ok. Also stop nagging her. He watches her sleep. What a creep. I don’t know why, but the fact that he’s a vampire who doesn’t have to sleep makes it kinda less creepy for me. I don’t know why.

But “if i could dream at all i would be about you,” is the kind of ultracheese i can get behind. they are both such teenagers and i kinda looooove it.

Also non of the boys were her type is such a lesbian excuse. I feel ya Bella, i feel ya. I hope you discover your gayness after the end of breaking dawn.

We meet the cullens and every single one of them has a backstory like 528 times more interesting than Edward. i need novels about them, all of them ffs. it would be so cool. but, one of my favorite oc’s Errien Lark gets like 30 lines in the whole book so i can only be as harsh on Meyer as on myself (which is to say a lot. neither of us deserve these characters, honestly)

This book would have been more interesting if Bella fell in love in any other cullen. Like, Bella and Alice, Bella and jasper (Bella and Jasper and Alice. Sorry, i’m into solving love triangles with ot3s).Bella and Rosalie, Calilise, Esme, even Emmett, who i remember  as mike of the vampires, but it’s been a decade.

300 pages in and plot is yet to happen, but it’s ok. we have the vampire baseball next.

the last part.

get your hot takes! hot takes right here

I kinda like billy. He seems like a nice guy. Also billy/charlie as my new otp.

“The beautiful one,the godlike one.” Bella, you are such a teen.

The less fucks she has about him being an all powerful ancient creature of the night who can murder her in a heartbeat, the funnier it is. She is just soo casual about it. Comedy gold, i tell ya. i mean, this is actually part of the narrative, Edward comments on it, meyer knows what she wrote.

Ed,maybe is you stopped saying she smells good, you would be better at not thinking about her as food. Mind over matter. Just a thought. Maybe i misjudged his virgin ass. Maybe ed the incel actually fell in love with her. Or at least what he thinks is love since they’ve been dating for like two days (look who’s talking?the girl who reads any sign of affection as a statement of love and then gets disappointed).

“Emmett could never be compared to a gazelle”. That’s sexist steph. Emmett, honey, you are as gracious as you want to be.

Also a big yaaaas on the whole concept of vampire baseball. we needed more of it.

Plot! Plot! Plot! Plot! Plot!

We have encountered plot. Only 320 pages in. three bad vampires came into town.

Story time: when i was in high school, all like 20 of us in out class were really, really into twilight (dudes included). we quoted it all the time but the height of comedy happened when someone brought their friend from another school to out class and someone else was like “you brought a snack” and a meme was born to be quoted endlessly for months. it was actually kinda fun. and probably very annoying for anyone who wasn’t into twilight.

Also, any development? Backstory? Motivations other than for the hell of it for out boi James and his ginger girlfriend? come on, it wouldn’t even be that hard. Also, some foreshadowing? There was like one line before. This is a legitimate criticism. it’s kinda shitty writing and a wasted opportunity.

Edward is being a dick again. I get he’s scared but her dad could die. Or maybe they’ll trun him into a vampire too (charlie/Edward? Think about it). But they all call him out on it which is nice. Bella’s plan isn’t bad, but “let me go charlie” is the straight up coldest thing i have read in a long time. it’s supposed to be, this isn’t criticism, just stating the obvious. But she showed like an inclining of love for her dad who has been nothing but nice all this time. Yeeey, she’s not a robot.

“It was the best idea. Of course it was mine” . Yaas, queen, you’re not that much of a doormat;  take that credit.

i would do something to foreshadow the ballet studio thing in the first half of the book. at least, have Bella or Charlie looking at pictures from her recital, just to intricate it to the plot a bit more.

Ok, now i remember why i was team jasper. He is so effing nice. And he would be awesome for my depression. Neira/Alice/jasper, i ship it.

i’m kinda digging the explanations of how vampires work and the whole venom thing. They are still op af and need to be nerfed, but i wanna be one.

Of course, he used the mom. She’s like the only person bella actually cares about. She falls for it. i would probably fall too, but i’m dumb.

the fact that james hunted Alice is a nice and a very much needed twist. it did catch me of guard. i would be more mad he’s a bad guy monologing, but i can only introduce stones to my own glass houses.

Bella’s now more into the idea of being a vampire than into Edward and i’m living for it. she’s going to use him for his venom and a baby and run off with rosalie.

“and how many times did she fall our of a window?” (yes, that is a Sherlock reference in the year 2018 of our lord. maybe i should do that for my next project. should i wait a few more years?)

her mom is not worried enough, honestly. my mom would be freaking out. but my mom has anxiety issues, so idk… (i couldn’t get her smooth hairless legs, or her blue eyes but i got that gene. thanks, i guess) .

“And i have a couple of girlfriends” now that’s a novel i want to read but i guess i’ll have to write the lesbian twilight myself.

“I want to be superman too”. yeeees, finally, kristen steward in the role of superman casting of the century. you would all watch it and love it, and you know it.

Charlie doesn’t deserve this shit. when will he retire with his husband billy in their cabin where they can fish all day.

“Do you want me to bolt the door so you can massacre the unsuspecting townsfolk?“ Are we sure she hasn’t been a vampire from day one?

Jacob is a sweetie (for now) just putting that out there.

Edward is kinda being unreasonable. being a vampire in your universe isn’t that bad.

Aaaaw, and that’s a wrap.

i actually kinda digged it. it’s nothing special, but i read these last 150 pages in one sitting. my main issues are writing oriented. very little foreshadowing, many filter words and things like that, but i guess if you aren’t that into writing, you might not even notice more of that.

it’s not the death of literature, it’s not the worst love story ever told. it’s just a silly and mostly harmless wish fulfillment novel.

edward can be a controlling and condescending prick but he gets called out on it very often. it’s not like meyer is completely oblivious to what she’s writing. and even tho he’s 100, i guess they are all mostly stuck mentally at the age when they were turned. or at least that’s how it seems to me. bella is kind of a bitch to everyone who’s not a vampire and she’s never called out on it, there’s a glimpse of change in the epilogue, but i don’t think meyer really considered it a character flaw. which is a shame, as it could have made for an interesting character. all the vampires have stories i would rather read about, as i said before, but what can ya do? that’s what’s fanfics are for.

i may write more of cohesive thought on it when it settles in my brain, but first, i need to watch the movie. i have a hypothesis i need to test.

but i don’t regret doing this. it was kinda fun and now i’m no longer ashamed of my twihard phrase. i could have done worse, as far as teen phases go.

Someone should like write a fanfic, but Edward is not a vampire, but a rich guy. And he’s into some hard core spanky business. And they should take all the problematic elements and just crank them up to 11. And add a looot of sex. I bet they could make millions.

Tho, honestly, how can you read twilight and not make bella the kinky dom? you fundamentally misunderstood the story. for shame

[luffysfakebeard]

Okay, so I've always wanted to read a fic where Isak learns about how schizophrenia runs in families, so he has a chance of developing the disorder later in life. So i just want him to freak out about and Even to be super sweet and comforting and help him calm down

Be Brave For You; 2.1k[AO3]

Even had noidea why Isak had gone white as a ghost and practically ran out of the café, but he was rushing after him anyway.  His shift had almost been over anyway; no onewas going to notice him leaving three minutes early.

He hoped.

“Isak, Isak,hey!” Even managed to catch Isak’s wrist and pull him back, but his face fellwhen he saw the state Isak was in.  Hischest was rising and falling faster than could possibly be comfortable, and hispanicked eyes were brimming with tears.

“Baby, whathappened?” Even pulled Isak closer to him until Isak’s back was pressed againsthis chest.  “Here, breathe with me.” Evenwhispered in Isak’s ear as he splayed a hand lightly over Isak’s chest.  He kept his breathing slow and steady andeven in Isak’s ear, feeling Isak’s heart hammering painfully under his hand.

It took a fewminutes, but slowly Isak’s breathing regulated and he slumped back againstEven.

“Let’s get youhome.” Even pressed a kiss to Isak’s cold tear-damp cheek and wrapped Isak’sjacket tighter around him before he started guiding Isak down the street.  Thankfully the café wasn’t that far from the flat and they made ithome soon enough.

It probablywould have been faster if Even had just scooped Isak up and carried him, but hecould tell that Isak was feeling embarrassed enough about having a panic attackso publicly.  He wasn’t going to add to that embarrassment by swooping inand carrying him bridal-style through the streets.

They didn’t sayanything as they walked, and when they crossed the threshold of their flat Isakseemed in a complete daze.  Takinginitiative, Even slowly got Isak out of his outdoor clothes and into thesoftest pyjamas they owned.  He threw theduvet back and Isak – showing the first signs of being present since they leftthe café – walked over to the bed and crumpled onto the mattress.

Even pulled theduvet over him and stroked his curls gently. He was just about to turn to go make Isak some tea when Isak covered hishand with his own.

“Don’t go.”Isak’s voice broke, which in turn broke Even’sheart.

“I was going tomake you some tea?  Warm you up a bit?”Even rubbed up and down Isak’s arm through the duvet to emphasise how cold Isakwas.

“Stay.” Isakshook his head.  He looked so exhausted;how could Even deny him anything whenhe looked like he’d just been put through a wringer?

“Okay, baby.”Even nodded.  He shed his uniformquickly, trading it for some warm sweats and a hoodie, and got into bed withIsak even though it was barely 1830.  Isakimmediately shuffled his worn out body closer to Even.  He tucked his head safely against Even’s neckand threw his leg over Even’s lap, giving himself good leverage to snuggle asclose as possible.  Once Isak got settled,Even wrapped an arm around Isak’s waist and used his free hand to slowly scrapethrough Isak’s hair in the way he liked.

“What happened,baby?  One second you were there and thenyou were gone.” Even murmured, not wanting to speak any louder and burst thebubble they were in.

“Those girlswere talking.” Isak sounded so exhausted. Part of Even thought that maybe he should just let Isak sleep, but Isakhad genuinely scared him bolting like that.

“About…you?  About us?” Even hedged.  Isak just about managed to shake his head.

“No, no.  They were…doing homework, or something.” Isaksighed, sounding more and more tired with every word.

“Homework.”Even repeated.

“They weretalking ’bout…schizophrenia.” Isak mumbled, nuzzling against Even’s necksleepily.

“Oh, angel.” Itwas Even’s turn to sigh, dipping his head and kissing Isak’s forehead.  He watched as Isak’s eyes flutteredclosed.  “Your mum’s been doing reallywell lately, though.  That’s good, right?  We had that nice lunch the other week.” Evenrubbed Isak’s back comfortingly.

“Mhmm.” Isaknodded tiredly.  “Those girls…they weretalking about how- how it’s genetic.” Isak broke off to yawn, but Even couldn’thave felt less tired.

“Oh, Is…” Hewasn’t sure what to say.  He had a lot ofthoughts about it for sure; unfortunately they were getting all tangledtogether in one big mess in his head, which helped no one.

Isak took thepressure off his hands, though, by promptly falling asleep with his face inEven’s neck.

***

When Isak wokeup he felt like someone had attached a dozen concrete bricks to his body.  He felt heavy and groggy and all in all likecomplete shit.  He had no idea how longhe’d slept for, but the flat was dark around him.

Even was warmand solid and oh so reassuring under him, so Isak wiggled closer.

“You’re alive.”Even joked, his voice husky from lack of use. Damn if that voice didn’t do things to Isak.  If he didn’t feel like he’d been run over bya monster truck he might have rolled onto Even’s lap and kissed him senseless.

“Barely.” Isakgroaned.  His head was pounding and hischest ached and his eyes felt scratchy from the tears he’d most likely criedduring his delightful venture with public hyperventilating.

“I’m gonna makesome toasties and we’re going to talk.” Even promised.  Isak nodded in agreement, and a tired smilepulled at his lips when he felt Even dot kisses all over his face.  While Even disappeared to the kitchen andclattered around making toasties, Isak went to work on the tedious task ofraising his deadweight body into a sitting up position.

It took longerthan he will ever admit.

The main thingis that he was sat upright by the time Even came back with two cheese toastiesand a glass of water.  They sat closetogether, their knees brushing, and ate quietly.  Admittedly Isak felt better after he ate anddrained his entire glass of water, but he still wasn’t sure if he felt ready todelve back into the matter of his spectacular public meltdown.

He thinks hemight have started explaining it to Even before he fell asleep, but he isn’tsure.

“We don’t haveto talk about it if you don’t feel ready.” Even said, as if he could readIsak’s mind.  It was more likely that hecould read Isak’s body language, but the romantic in Isak liked to think thatEven could read his mind.

“No, it’ssomething we should talk about.” Isak shook his head.  He wished he could shake the heavy feelingfrom his heart too.

Even tookIsak’s hands in his, giving him his full attention.

“You know mymum’s schizophrenic.” Isak began.  Evennodded.  “She would see things and hearthings that weren’t there, and when it got really bad she’d accuse my dad oftrying to control her.  Like he wasinside her head or something.  She’dsleep for days, and when she woke up she’d be delirious.  She’d shout about whatever delusion she washaving, but she was always trying to warnus.” Isak’s voice cracked, but he was determined to keep going.

“It was sofucking hard to understand her, because her words came out wrong, y’know?  She’d be shouting and making all thesegestures but none of us could understand. She’d be shouting and screaming and crying, and me and dad just had totry to stop her hurting herself.” Isak wiped at his eyes roughly.

“That’sgenetic, Even.  Research shows thatyou’re more likely to develop psychosis if one of your parents has it.  They thinkthere might be a gene that makes you more susceptible to it.  For some people it doesn’t even manifestuntil they’re in their thirties;there’s still a chance it could happen to me.” Isak was shaking now, soviolently that his hand actually jerked out of Even’s grip.

“I’ll be therethe whole time, Isak.” Even pulled him closer, cupping Isak’s face easily inhis hands.  “Is, look at me.” Even heldIsak’s face until Isak finally brought his gaze up from his lap and showed Evenhis teary hazel eyes.

“If you do havethe gene, if it turns out you do have schizophrenia like your mum, we can dealwith it together.  It isn’t going to belike your mum, who was alone.  I know shehad you, but you were just a kid.  Yourdad could have done more; for your mum andfor you.  There are people out therewho are trained to help us, Isak.  Peoplewho train for years to work withmentally ill people and help us.” Even sounded so sure, so confident, that they could handle it together.

“This is such adick question, but…have you ever been on the other side of having an episode?”Isak cringed at his own wording.  Evenwinced as well.

“No, but I knowhow it feels to feel completely out of control of your brain.” Even replied.

“I know youdo.” Isak played with Even’s fingers nervously. “This would be different though.” Isak swallowed.  “I’d be- be seeing things that weren’tthere.  I might hear voices.  I might even get violent.” Isak couldn’t evenlook Even in the face as he said it.

“You’re not aviolent person, Is.  Not for the mostpart.  A diagnosis won’t change that.”Even squeezed his hands reassuringly.

“No, buthallucinations might!  Delusions might!” Isak wrenched himselfaway from Even in frustration.  Whycouldn’t Even understand?

“Have you everwatched someone you love scream at things you can’t see?  Or claw at their ears to try to get thevoices out of their brain?  Have you everlistened to someone you love cry and cry and cry because of something you can’t do anything about because it isn’t real outside of their head?  Have you ever had to restrain someone whilethey try to fight something that isn’t there? Or tried to calm them down and tell them that it isn’t real, even thoughthey’re so fucking afraid?” Isak’schest was heaving and he could feel the tears stinging in his eyes again.

“I can’t- Ican’t- I-” Isak’s words stuttered with his breathing, and Even was right there.  He positioned himself in front of Isak andpulled Isak’s hand up to his chest and counted slow and even until Isak couldbreathe again.

“I- I can’t dothat to you.” Isak choked, the tears trickling down his cheeks.  “I’ve been there, I was there for so long, I can’t make you watch me losemy mind.” Isak shook his head frantically. He could viscerally remember how afraid he had been during each andevery bad episode his mother had had.  Hecouldn’t justify inflicting that upon anyone else.

Especially notEven.

“You watch melose my mind all the time, Is.” Even pointed out.  “You think it’s easy for me, knowing thatyou’re still level when I’m high as a kite or crashed out?  Or that more often than not it’s you and myparents picking up the pieces?”

Isak shook hishead mutely.  He couldn’t even rememberwhat point he had been trying to make. He felt so deflated now.

“You alreadyknow that, though.” Even frowned at him like he was a puzzle that needed to beput together.  “What is it you’re reallyworried about, Is?”

Fuck.

How did Evenknow him so fucking well?

“She was soafraid.” Isak’s heart clenched painfully at the memories.  “I spent so long being afraid; I’ve only juststarted getting over it.  I don’t want tobe scared again.” And then he was crying.

Real, painfulsobs that felt like they were being pulled from the depths of his soul orwrenched out of his bones.

He felt like hewas going to shake apart.  It hurt tobreathe.

And then therewas Even.

Warm, solid,dependable Even wrapping his arms around Isak and letting Isak sob into hisshoulder.  Even’s hand felt so steadywhere it was cupping the back of Isak’s head, and Isak wished desperately thatthat would be enough to keep his mind from falling apart.

“Being afraidof being afraid, very Harry Potter of you.” Even teased gently as he rockedIsak slowly from side to side, like an infant needing to be soothed.

It just madeIsak cry harder.

“It’s okay tobe scared, Isak.” Even whispered into his hair. “I’ll be brave for you if the monsters come.” He promised.

It wasn’t much,but it was enough for Isak.

To know thatEven would still be there if he crumbled was more than enough.

[technofantasia]

Okay, I was just going to put this into the tags, but it was getting kind of long and hey, I'm feelin' sappy atm, so here we go I guess!!!

I was a lonely kid in middle school (as I feel a lot of people are). That was right around the time that I lost my relationship with the one friend I'd had before, I hadn't really met anyone new, my sister who was my best friend had just left for college, and I just generally felt adrift in the sea of routine without anyone to share it with. What did I do with all that time I had, not having friends and not doing schoolwork?

I read fanfiction. A lot of it. All the time. And mostly of Sonic the Hedgehog.

Because the school wifi blocked fanfiction.net, I had to download anything I wanted to read onto my phone at home. So, when I was on the bus and before school started, I mostly read the same stuff I just happened to put on there. There was one or two fics in particular, though, that I read EXHAUSTIVELY. Like... almost every day exhaustively. One of them was a 50 prompts fic with 50 chapters of goodness, and I read that so much and so often that I could (and still can) recite entire sections by heart!

Those fics were my lifeline back then. I wish I could explain to the authors just how much these stories they tinkered with in their free time meant to me. Maybe I could have read, like... books, and stuff? But books didn't have Sonic the Hedgehog in them. Books didn't have this rich network of interpretation of the same source, trying to match the characterization of canon while also bringing something new to the table each time. It's like a coloring book, different people trying to color in the same lines but ending up with entirely different and unique takes on the same picture.

I loved reading about Sonic because, honestly, I wanted to be like Sonic. I wanted to be cool and carefree, always in control and friendly to a fault. But it wasn't just Sonic I liked; after all, Sonic the Hedgehog is just a character. He's just a series of general traits and dialogue attached to the mouth of a blue cartoon hedgehog. Anyone could make him say anything, and that would still be "Sonic". Except... that isn't true.

The Sonic I loved and love today is the mental conglomeration of a million Sonics, of every interpretation and permutation of the character I've ever seen and liked. While canon exists as a baseline, and I still do love it with my whole heart, fandom and the endless creativity therein is what gives the character life and what makes him a figure to look up to; every different writer has a slightly different take on who exactly he is, and while all the best ones are close to the original, the whole in this case is SO much more than the sum of its parts. Snarky Sonic, domestic Sonic, friendly Sonic, selfish Sonic, scared Sonic, confident Sonic... they're all just a small stretch away from the core of the character, but together, they form together into a much larger, much more complete version of who Sonic is, and can be.

I felt back then that being part of the community that can do things like fanfiction authors do made me a part of something so much larger than myself, and I still feel that same way.

Canon may create something new, but fanfiction makes it immortal.

So, to anyone who happens to read this dumb addition to this post who writes fanfiction... thank you. Thank you for helping create something spectacular. For creating such entertaining and imaginative stories just because you want to, for enriching the entire community with your passion for something you love, for contributing your unique take to the world and letting it become part of what the characters and setting are.

Most of all, though, thank you for the smiles and tears and laughter you give to the people who read what you write. Thank you for the effect you don't know you have on every single person behind every single digit of that hit counter. Even when people don't comment or give kudos... you are still so, so appreciated. Remember that.

After all, maybe one of those views is some lonely middle schooler, hanging on your every written word. c;

There’s something very nice about remembering fics you read years ago. Maybe you remember the plot perfectly, maybe the rest of the fic is only a blur aside from a handful of vivid scenes, but you remember the way it made you feel. And sometimes you dredge up the memory - the premise or a favourite scene or a few lines that stayed with you -  and your heart aches a little bit, the way it does when you think about books you enjoyed as a child.

To all the fanfiction writers out there: your work is beautiful and meaningful and it leaves an impact. I promise.

[queercapwriting]

I feel so proud of you, you deserve the entire multiverse, J. Honestly? I've never felt this kind of admiration and adoration towards someone. I hope it doesnt creep you out because i truly mean it in the most genuine way. You are loved. We all love you so damn much and, and we'll be here for you, anytime. You're amazing and you deserve everything good in this world. Happy birthday, mom

Okay so I’m gonna put the birthday wishes onto this (beautiful) message so I don’t hit my post limit just by thanking people. But like seriously, yall. Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you. Yesterday was so hard for me (during the day – the night got much better), and seeing all this love flow in was…. overwhelming and beautiful and sustaining. Thank you, thank you, thank you

noracharlesandherdogasta said:                                                                      Happy birthday! I appreciate you and your compassion and your creativity! Thank you for sharing those things with us! 

         Happy birthday mom!!!🌽🍰🌽🍰🌽🍰🌽🍰🌽🍰🌽🍰. I am giving you ALL pof the vegan cake (your gf can give you tyhe vegan ice cream…) 😏😏😏       

Happy Birthday you are my favorite human I love you and you deserve the world                

everythingbluu said:                                                                      Happy birthday mom! You deserve the best of everything

Happy Birthday!           

swift1d5sos said:                                                                      Happy birthday mom!             

whiskey-glitter said:                                                                      Mom it’s my birthday too! I’m glad you had such a good moment with your student! Every time I read your fics and advice to all your kids on here it gives me that same happy feeling. I hope you understand the impact that you’ve had on all of us. I wanted to spend today reading and watching all my favorite gay things to feel represented and happy and I ended up just going through your Sanvers and Adrian tags! You’re doing important work here, and we don’t deserve it. Thank you and happy birthday.            (Happy birthday sweetheart!!!!!!!!)

           I just wanted to say that you’re spectacular and your writing matters to so many and you deserve so much for all you do. Happy Birthday!       

hey J!! I just wanted to wish you the happiest of birthdays! 🎉🎉 You are truly, truly, such a wonderful person and I know so many people appreciate everything you do that keeps us up. I hope you had a delightful day cuz goodness knows you’ve made so many of our days delightful with all that you do ❤❤ HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! (ps I know you have a million messages so please don’t worry about responding, just wanted to wish you the best!)                

roxxy1829 said:                                                                      I wish you all the best, mom. Hugs and love from Slovakia! 💞            

Happy birthday, mom! Thank you for everything you do, you are an absolute blessing to the world. I hope your day is full of as much love as you give to all of us (it’s a lot of freaking love, okay?).

deedeendean said:                                                                      HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!!! I hope you had a great day ❤❤❤            

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!            

worldclassbeauty

said:                                                                      🎶Idag er det Queergirlwriting’s fødselsdag,  hurra hurra hurra Hun sikkert sig en gave får, som hun har ønsket sig i år  og dejlig chokolade med kager til.🎶  HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! ❤                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Anonymous said:                                                                      MOM HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (Also I’m trying to cook lemon chicken for the first time and it’s going really well!) I HOPE YOU AND YOUR GIRLFRIEND HAVE A NICE BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION! WE LOVE YOU NOT JUST THE BEAUTIFUL WORDS YOU WRITE!       

  sonthechest

said:                                                                      I have never communicated with anyone on tumblr before but I think you are the best possible place to start as you seem to be one of the sweetest, kindest people ever! Happy Birthday!! I think you deserve all the gifts, many hugs, a large cake and i hope you get spoiled rotten by your missus!              

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I hope you have a great one! Sincerely, the anon who’s grandmother three confetti in her face 🤗            

                                                                                                                                                                           Anonymous said:                                                                      HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THAT YOU DO AND FOR YOUR KIND WORDS

haughtwavearper

said:                                                                      Happy Birthday from one Pisces and New Yorker to another! Love your stories. Enjoy the day!!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Anonymous said:                                                                      Happy birthday!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Anonymous said:                                                                      HAPPY BIRTHDAY I LOVE YOUR BLOG AND I LOVE BIRTHDAYS AND I HOPE YOURS IS AMAZING :)))

                                                                                                                                                                           Anonymous said:                                                                      Happy birthday, mom!!! I hope you succeed in all the things you do. You are such a wonderful, kind and charitabe person. You’re a real hero. Love you.                                               

                peggycarterislife

said:                                                                      Happy birthday!! Thank you for all the things you do for us and for your AMAZING writing! Hope you have a lovely day!! *virtual hug*                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Anonymous said:                                                                      Happy birthday, Mom!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Anonymous said:                                                                      Happy Birthday! You deserve a incredible day and amazing life ahead of you! ——-XOXOX                                                                    

fouralarmfireinanoilrefinery

said:                                                                      HAPPY BIRTHDAY!                    

                                           superkaralex

said:                                                                      Happy Birthday! Hope you have a great day and I’m giving you all the virtual hugs I can! Thank you for everything you do, you are an amazing person.

   Hi queergirlwriting. sneaky Leigh. up late, want wish you happy happy birthday! how old now? sorry your mom or dad made you sad. maybe long hug girlfriend feel better? Rock and flap and soft music, snuggle blanket feel good too. maybe under bed good quiet safe place mom or dad cant get? also, thank you for love words. read them lots. no biting me. am safe but still angry mad sad bad. much love to you now. okay bye.            

Be good to yourself, darling, and enjoy snuggling in your blanket!!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Anonymous said:                                                                      Happy birthday mom! In exactly two days it’s my birthday too, and I’m sitting (more laying) at home, cause I have this really bad fever.  The thing is, I’m scared I can’t go back to school on my birthday.. My friends will bake a cake and everything! I just want to get better  xx      

FEEL BETTER SWEETHEART

                                                         adorekara

said:                                                                      happy birthday have a great day ❤️             

mrtevloar said:                                                                      Sorry I’m late to the party (no pun intended) but HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!! I’m glad to see you have a wonderful girlfriend who’s taking care of you the way you deserve because you’re an amazing human being too. Also, lots of hugs and confetti!            

ochjulie said:                                                                      I am soooo late to the party. Have a splendid Happy (Belated) Birthday!!! Thank you so much for being the sunshine in the fandom. Your fix-it fics are gems. Flawless. Perfect. Thank you again. And I’m sorry abt the not so shiny things happening to you right now. But you will always have me and your fabulous followers to bring back the sun back to your life. Lol this is so cheesy.            

Hello.  Just wanted to say Happy Birthday and to thank you for all you do for the Supergirl (Sanvers) fanfiction fandom!  :D