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[justaz]

arthur (prince of camelot) still has to study under a tutor bc yknow uther wants him to be very intelligent before becoming king or something bc its super important idk idc anyways merlin is doing chores in his chambers while arthur is squinting at a book and merlin eventually caves and asks him what he’s reading and arthur gruffly explains that its a collection of stories from greece that make absolutely no sense so merlin asks him to read them outloud to him. arthur of course teases him and calls him an idiot and asks how he could possibly help but does as he’s asked and reads the stories to merlin as he does his chores. merlin (being crushed under the weight of destiny and tormented by the prophecies that kilgharrah spews) understands the stories almost immediately and gets all excited and starts rambling about them with arthur. arthur is glad to have someone who understands so he can give something that reflects a hint of understanding to his tutor who accepts it and moves onto the next unit of education.

the thing is, arthur finds more stories in camelot’s library and brings them up to his room to read them aloud to merlin under the guise of completing his studies but really he just wants to watch as merlin’s eyes gleam when he understands whats happening and listen to him ramble on and on about them bc he’s gay. the stories stick with merlin though and he realizes that they’re cautionary tales, that the heroes who were told too much of their future doomed themself to fulfill them - that them fighting the prophecies led to their completion. merlin takes it to heart and gives a big “fuck you” to kilgharrah before forging his own fate and helping morgana with her magic and handing out an olive branch to mordred and now everyone can live happily and peacefully in an albion teeming with magic.

[foreveranonymousfa]

Dagoth Ur welcomes you Nereva- IS THAT THE FALSE COPY OF SUNDER???

[thepossumsaretakingover]

I think it’s fitting and hilarious that Fionna and Cake, two characters essentially created for a fanfic, love fanfic tropes

[somebodytoundress]

i've apologized to a lot of people for hurt feelings and missteps i've made in the past, but one thing i won't apologize for is continuing to engage with a fandom that has treated me and my work kindly and if you're mad that i am still active in this space then you can exercise your block button instead of bothering me <3 sending hate is pathetic and embarrassing and i'm just going to delete it instead of giving people the attention they so desperately crave

[hunkadorusrex]

Dogs and Ponies

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Darry had no idea how long he’d been driving. The needle on the gas gauge was starting to flirt with empty, but that didn’t stop him. Nothing would’ve. Not tonight.

The steering wheel creaked under a rough grip as the old truck rattled down the empty road. The headlights cut a weak cone into the dark, catching glimpses of barbed wire fences, dry grass, and the occasional flicker of trash kicked up by the wind. The sky was heavy, clouds pressed low, swollen with rain that just wouldn’t fall.

He hadn’t planned on going anywhere. But when you’ve got no one left to take care of, and the walls of your house feel like they’re closing in? Driving was the next best thing.

Hell, it might have been the only thing.

He didn’t bring a jacket. Didn't check the weather. Didn't leave a note. Why would he?

Soda was gone.

Just like that. A half-assed letter on the counter. No goodbye. No explanation.

Except Darry knew. He wasn’t stupid. He knew it had something to do with Sandy showing back up all soft-eyed and pregnant and saying it was his. Knew it had something to do with that too-good-to-be-true promise of a fresh start in Florida. Or maybe it was Texas. Didn’t matter. What mattered was he left Darry behind to pick up the pieces.

Again.

Now it was just the hum of the tires, the ache in his chest, and the black road stretching ahead like it didn’t care.

He spotted the dog first.

Big thing. Yellow coat streaked with dirt, ribs showing sharp through its sides. It was limping along the shoulder, a frayed rope dragging behind it. Looked like something wild that’d decided to give people one last shot and regretted it. The kind of mutt with upright ears and no tail to wag.

Darry’s brows drew together. He eased his foot off the gas, jaw tightening. Why not. It was better than turning around and staring at that empty house.

He was just starting to slow down when the lightning hit.

CRACK—!!

It tore across the sky like a warning, lighting up the field and road daybright for one sharp, breathless second.

That’s when Darry saw the kid.

Up ahead. Pushing a beat-up old Indian Scout, one hand steady on the handlebars, the other loose at his side. The dog trotted behind like they belonged to each other, even if neither of them looked like they belonged anywhere at all.

For one wild second, Darry’s heart leapt.

Soda?

He couldn’t help it—the kid had the same frame. Same way of walking like he’d been carrying something too heavy for too long and never said a word about it. Dark hair, tallish, lean.

But as he pulled closer, the angle shifted. The eyes—when the kid turned—weren’t brown.

They were green.

Darry pulled off to the side, heart still kicking against his ribs, and stepped out into the thick air.

“Hey!” he called, voice rough from disuse. “That your dog?”

The kid paused and turned around like he hadn’t even realized the mutt was still behind him. Looked at the animal, then back at Darry with this weird, tired kind of calm.

He let out a long, slow sigh.

“Well,” he said, “I guess he is now.”

Darry squinted. The kid looked half-starved but calm about it. Like he’d already decided not to expect anything better. “You got a name?”

“Ponyboy.”

Darry blinked. “That a joke?”

Ponyboy didn’t even shrug. “Nah. That’s just what it is.”

Jesus. “Alright. You need a ride?”

The kid looked at the truck. Then up at the sky, where thunder was still growling distant.

“I ain’t leaving the bike.”

“We’ll throw it in the back,” Darry said, already moving toward the tailgate. “Ain’t that complicated.”

Ponyboy hesitated only a second before wheeling the thing over. The dog climbed in first like it’d been riding shotgun its whole life. Darry didn’t even protest.

They didn’t talk on the way back.

But Darry watched the kid out of the corner of his eye, and damn if it didn’t keep hitting him. The shape of him. The look in his eyes when the lights passed. Like he was made out of the same pieces as Soda, just fitted together different.

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The house was dark when they pulled in. The sky still hadn’t broken, but the pressure of the storm was thick enough to chew. Darry killed the engine, stepped out, watched as Ponyboy slid down from the cab.

Ponyboy didn’t wait to be asked. He wheeled the bike down gentle, like it was something sacred. Ponyboy parked it neat under the porch overhang, the dog settling beside it like a guard.

Darry jerked his head toward the screen door. “You comin’ in?”

Ponyboy didn’t move. Just looked at the porch couch, then back at Darry like the question had been bigger than it sounded.

“Nah,” he said, stepping over to the couch, still dripping road dust and storm air. “I’m good out here.”

“You do know it’s about to pour, right?”

Ponyboy didn’t even blink.

“Then I’ll get wet.”

And he said it like it didn’t matter. Like he'd dealt with worse , and he was just used to it now.

Darry stood in the doorway, arms folded, watching the kid fold into himself on the old cushions like this was always where he was gonna end up. Like he expected nothing else.

He didn’t say anything else. Just left the screen door open a crack and the porch light on.

In case the kid changed his mind.

[chick-fil-a-sauce-slaps]

fae dick grayson

vampire tim drake

werewolf damian

dragon bruce wayne

zombie jason todd

[anonymouscreampuff]

maybe. you shouldn't bring crap like that to the kitchen

(original yt thumbnail under the read more)

[babybirbb]

i need more carmy stuttering fics. i need more richie taking care of carmy fics. i need more adhd carmy fics. i need more hurt/whump carmy fics

[the-maddened-hatter]

OOC this, OOC that, have you ever considered "To be loved is to be changed"???

[therosehost]

I lied. Put your clothes back on. I wanna discuss dying and/or dead platonic relationships in the hanahaki au. I'm just really fascinated by the implications of this trope.

Has anyone considered what to do with children who don't feel loved ? With parents who are queerphobic or colorist or misogynistic? What does society do with a daughter whose vision goes dark because she knows her father hates gay people? A son who is suffocating on hydrangea petals because his mother keeps giving him bleaching creams as birthday presents? A non-binary kid who coughs up blood because their favorite brother is a red pill podcaster with millions of followers?

That barbed dread in the pit of their stomach when they look at their admired loved ones and realize, "if they knew i was different, they'd hurt me".

When there's demonstrable proof that you won't be safe or worthy unless you've physically/mentally mutilated yourself to your family's standards, how can you not just die inside? Does it not pain you to be so imperfect?

And the fact that these families mean well! That father doesn't want his daughter to go to hell! That mother doesn't want her son to be punished for his dark skin by this white supremacist society! That favorite brother truly believes adhering to strict gender roles will make the rich capitalists respect the common man!

When the pain you've caused your family is seen as merely an investment in a better future, how does it feel to know the only thing you've ensured for them is an early death?

That's kinda fucked actually.

[bucksdaffy]

The b*ddie shippers are giving me flashbacks of the Supernatural Fandom. Any women that was brought on the show got so much hate that the show would kill them off. Any women that became a love interest for buck or Eddie got so much hate that it would break them up. And now they are trying to do it to bucktommy?! Why? It's annoying. Let the writers write.

it's honestly just sad. i think if any piece of media makes you so angry that you feel like harassing not only other people who consume it and, in contrast to you, enjoy it, but also the creators AND actors or any other people involved, you need to take a step back. if you're not happy with what's on the screen, find a different piece of media to enjoy. no one forces you to be here. quit making other people's lives miserable just because you are miserable. and if you find it hard to leave because a ship has you in a chokehold, move to ao3. it's really that simple.

[sexynetra]

SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY

Ring ring, who's there? New content 😈

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Marcia loved auditions. The dancing, the singing, the competition. It was better than any drug.

She dropped her bag down by the mirror, starting to stretch as she sized up her competition. Jan was there, of course, lycra-covered arms wrapped around Jackie’s waist. Plasma, a fellow freshman in her improv for theatre majors class, was sitting on the seat nearest to the door, rifling through her sheet music. There was another girl, Marcia couldn’t remember her name – Rhys or Rose or something like that – laughing with Alyssa about something. And Anetra –

Anetra.

[sohotthateveryonedied]

Now I'm itching to know which one you voted for (on the Deleting Fics You Have Bookmarked poll) but from the tags I can sense I know the answer already 🤣 (please don't ever delete your fics my sanity would implode)

i'm torn between the last two options if i'm being honest lmao

listen as a person who's written over two hundred fanfics and who reads fanfiction every day i am a diehard believer in orphaning fics over deleting them. there are of course exceptions to this rule (another fic was plagiarized, account got deleted, the story is offensive, etc) but for the most part, if you want to delete your fic just because you don't like it anymore and you assume no one else does either, chances are that statistically at least a few people out there who LOVE the fic will go back to read it one day and be devastated to find out it's not there anymore.

just orphan your fics babes!! throw it in the dumpster and let the rats have it!! everyone will be happier that way!!

[traumatizedartist]

*insert evil Uzi giggles* Here you go my khori feinds hehhehehe-

@emophobix @abandonedpost enjoy my platonic loves

Ps, I wrote this in Noris POV

Another day another follow fest. I thought as my husband, once again, followed me out of my art studio and into our bedroom. Ok, this is getting concerning, he's been following me like a lost puppy for the past three months, I'm getting worried.

"Khan? " " Yes dear? " "We need to talk and we need to talk now." "Oh uh, ok! "

Me and Khan sat on the bed. I have to get this right, I have to be gentle and calm, I have to-"Khan why have you been following me? " "Uh-" "Not that I mind I'm just getting worried yknow? I'm just concerned that maybe you're becoming a bit too dependent on me and we can't have that now can we? " "...I guess not." "So what's wrong? " I ask, finished with my ramble. "I- I'm fine hun, I've just missed you is all. " Oh hell no, we're not doing that. "Nope! I'm not accepting that answer, clearly theres something wrong, why won't you tell me? " "I-i" "Cmon Khan you know you can talk to me, why won't you? " "Nori I cant-" "Yes you can! Just tell me! Is it me? Am I doing something wrong? " "What? No! Of course not! " "Then why can't you just tell me what's wrong?! " "I JUST CAN'T OK?! I-i, i just... can't" I watch as my hunk of a man breaks into tears while apologizing porfusely

I'm shocked into silence, I just made the love of my life cry. I feel awful

"No no no no no, don't cry please it's ok! I'm so sorry I yelled at you i-" He still isn't stopping, if anything, he's just crying even more. Which made me realize that he needs this cry, desperately.

I hug him tightly, and he returns it, holding me like if he loosens his hold, I'll slip away. As I whisper sweet nothings into his ear(or whatever kind of hearing sensors we're supposed to have) I send Uzi a text saying to go to N's today, that me and her father are spending some quality time together. After I get a response, I go back to Khan, whom, at this point, is unintelligible from any understandable words.

"I love you Khan, you can follow me for as long as you need, if it makes you feel like I'm here, I don't mind mi amor❤" I can barely make out an I love you to inbetween his sobs, but I hear it. And it's all I need to start tearing up myself. Crying now is an awful thing to do, but i can't help it. I let silent tears slip as Khan cries himself to exhaustion, we still need to talk, but we can when he's ready. Right now all he needs is comfort

Honestly I don't really enjoy how this turned out as much as I would like, but it still turned out better that I thought, still don't like it tho

Might just be insecurity lol

@electronix-arts I forgot you're main account @ I'm (｡ŏ_ŏ)ˢᵒʳʳʸ

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

been reading rhaenicent fic lately tbh and it’s AMAZING, i’m eating well, but it also made me realize just how much smaller the yellowjackets (specifically JackieShauna) fanbase is bc i look at yellowjacket fics that have legit changed my brain chemistry and they have like. 200 kudos. sometimes less.

anyway all these words to say, if you’re a fic writer, esp a fic writer for smaller fandoms or ships, lower numbers of kudos are not an indicator of the quality of your work, believe me. your work is incredible and most of all it is appreciated and loved. there’s someone out there who sees art or reads another story or watches a movie and your work comes to their mind. maybe months or years later they’ll even come back again because they loved it so much and it stuck with them.

anyway, fic authors i love you 📖💖

and fic readers, leave comments. even if you feel like your words won’t do justice to how much you enjoyed the work. say something anyways. it goes such a long way, believe me

adding one more note to say this sentiment also applies to fan artists and gif makers and video editors etc. you are the reason the source material gets to expand & deepen and live on beyond what we see on our screens 🎨 📺

[wenellyb]

You can like or dislike fanfiction, but I don't understand people who come to Tumblr to constantly complain about fanfiction...it's like going to someone's house to call their decoration ugly.

It doesn't matter if it's true or not ...why would you do it?

And the complaints are always weird like: "blablabla why do people think in tropes now?" "Why would you want to know what happens in the story, what's even the point of reading it then?"

You want to know why??? Because that's the whole point of the Romance genre!!! The predictability, the promise that no matter what they go through, in the end, there will be a Happy Ending for the protagonists.

I don't read a lot of fanfics but I do read a lot of books and e-books (as in unfortunately I have to pay for those😂). And you know what a lot of authors use to describe their books? Tropes!

An enemies to lovers story with a slow burn, a fake relationship story, a mariage of convinience, a best friends to lovers story etc... And this is coming from published Books.

Maybe it's because the market is saturated and it's the only way to stand out, maybe it makes it easier for their readers to find specific books, I don't know. But I do know that they use tropes to describe their books.

Why sh*t on fanfiction, fanfic readers, fanfic writers when actual published authors do the same??? What is the point exactly ?

And can someone explain to me what's so wrong about using tropes? What's wrong with looking for stuff to read by searching specific tropes? It makes it easier when you're looking for a specific story you want to read and helps you know what you will like or not. Which is great, especially when you're going to pay for the book.

Maybe you don't have a problem with fanfics but with the Romance industry in general? But then why target fanfics as if they were the problem?