#every time i stumble on the worst fucking opinion ive ever read

[hevendor]

i think god purposely filled the p/w/a/a fandom w every single different type of person that i hate and cannot stand so that i wud finally get tf off social media for a moment and do smth w my life

[gracieminabox]

Reader asks - 4, 12, 15, 16 ;)

4. Story you really want to read but haven’t stumbled across yet? 

It was “driving with the brakes on.” I couldn’t find it. So I wrote it. :)

Also, this opinion of mine will surprise exactly no one reading this, but Chris Pike doesn’t get a fraction of the love in fanfic that he should. So. More Chris.

12. Established Relationship or Initial Meeting?

Oh, I’m an initial meeting, slow burn, friends-to-lovers (or frenemies-to-lovers, as the case may be) kinda gal. But I can get behind a good established relationship story, too!

15. Favorite request you have made?

I make requests so, so rarely that it’s hard to say...maybe soon I’ll have an answer to this question ;)

16. Favorite Quote from a story?

Dude. So, some background: When I was about 15, I started keeping a list of quotes I liked. Originally it was handwritten, but that quickly got unwieldy, so it’s been computerized for a long while. There are more than 4,000 quotes on the list now. A substantial number of them are from fanfiction. So let me narrow that list to the top five. (These are in no order whatsoever.)

1) Tom took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes - willing himself to hear the one voice that he would call on more than any other when the going got tough, when you just had to punch your way through. Gravelly, determined: Do it, Tom.

Tom picked up the dermal regenerator, weighed it in his hand. He checked the settings, carefully adjusted them to remove the outer epidermis layer by layer, gritted his teeth and ran it gently over his neck, once, twice, three times, growing more determined and grim with each passage. Slowly, the blue markings appeared on the reddening skin of his neck.

TEP-FPSNZ-ISN0766.

Thomas Eugene Paris, Federal Penal Settlement New Zealand, Inmate Serial Number 0766.

The mark of Auckland. The reminder of his own personal hell, now visible to all.

--Alpha Flyer, “The Andorian Incident”

2) He wound his way over Jim’s face before settling back at his lips, and there he stayed, pulling Jim’s lower lip between his own with a series of sucks and nibbles, Jim losing himself in the rhythm of it. It was an oddly intentional rhythm, Jim noted after a time, a suspicion amplified when he noticed Bones’ thumb rapping the same thing against his hip; and Jim eventually realized with a jolt that Bones was pulsing “I love you” into him in fucking morse code.

Jim suddenly exploded into loud, relieved, annoyed laughter and bowed his head, feeling Bones’ own breath of laughter against his forehead as he buried his face into Bones’ neck.

“Please be more subtle, you fucking asshole.”

--newsbypostcard, “Speaking of Things Not Physically Possible”

3) the thing about love is that it’s incremental. it came to you in moments over years, crept over you and settled, like it had always been part of you, like the warmth belonged there in your chest and would never leave. you watch him in the days following as he strives to reconstruct, realizing that you’ve felt this way for a long time and will feel it for a long time still, and you only want to live in it, live with it, live alongside it, crawl into it, to be part of it as it is part of you. it’s been ten fucking years since you’ve felt anything this intense and it’s the best and worst thing about your entire life as far as you’re concerned. you doctor and you help him rebuild without saying a single word about it, and it’s like nothing has changed, but at the same time everything has changed, and you are electric and exhausted all at once.

--newsbypostcard, “best laid plans”

4) “Dr. McCoy,” says Clarke, hesitant, “may I ask you a personal question?”

“As long as you can do it while you insert an IV,” the doctor grumbles.

“Yes sir. I just thought...you’re Catholic, aren’t you? Don’t you believe that God will punish all evildoers?”

“Sure I do,” Dr. McCoy growls, snapping on a new pair of gloves. “But God can get the hell in line.”

--luminousbeings, “You Don’t Have To (Say Yes)”

5) “These stripes,” Pike said, and Leo realized that Pike was referring to his Captain’s ranking, the thick-thin-thick stripes at the end of his sleeve. “What do you see when you look at them?”

Leo shrugged. “Captain,” he said.

Pike’s mouth was twisted in a sad smile. “I see every fucking mistake I ever made in command, McCoy,” he said, taking a swallow of his drink. “I see the names, I see the faces of everyone who ever died because I wasn’t fast enough, or smart enough, or because I was an arrogant ass who thought I knew best.” He looked up at McCoy. “That’s the reality of those stripes, Lieutenant. And anyone who tells you otherwise is either a liar or a damned fool. And trust me, you don’t want to serve under either.”

--Ceres_Libera, “Switch”