#favourite new trope

[broh3m3]

azul and riddles

[a-pigeons-soliloquy]

been reading non-hannibal fanfic for the first time in like 2 years and have come to the tragic realisation that the hannibal fandom has ruined me when it comes to fic quality

like my standards are so ridiculously high now. the bar is on the moon

you've all ruined me. RUINED ME I SAY

[s0fter-sin]

ghost stares at the ceiling, chest heaving in a harsh pant; sweat ice on his clammy flesh and soaked into the sheet he restlessly kicks away.

ears still ringing, his fingertips blindly drift down to trail along his vivisection scar. he half-expects blood to smear in their wake. his own line of solomon, who ordered him split in twain; half of him given to a grieving mother and half left with the grieving to be.

just for both his broken halves to be rejected.

what did it make him that his mother grieved him more than she loved him? that she begged to be relieved of him more adamantly than she begged to receive him? why did his worth spill out with his drawn blood? why was his pain lesser than hers?

his hand flexes, digging into the raised scar like it’ll part beneath his fingertips to plunge into his mangled insides. no one knows the cruelty of reforming the halved; his name, his being, not nearly as important as his body when he was stripped from himself. no one knows the pain of healing and understanding losing pieces of yourself means losing your value along with them.

how many more pieces did he have to lose before he was halved once more? before his very presence incurred grief so strong it was better to be rid of him than cradle his bloodied remains?

did the infant fight himself? did he age always at odds with himself; his halves never truly whole? he hopes he wasn’t, that he was spared the loss of self; the fear that one may be welcomed over the other.

who will he lose when the inevitable comes? when he’s ripped apart again? simon? or ghost? is it better to be cursed with choice just like his mother or live with an aftermath chosen for him? does it matter if in the end, he convinces himself there was nothing of him left to lose?

his head lolls to the side and the wild buck of his chest slows. he watches johnny beside him, his face lax with the rare peace of sleep; his cheek squished against the pillow, his lips pursed as long breaths escape him.

johnny. soap. never torn asunder but two all the same.

he carefully reaches out and ghosts his fingers along the jagged scar on his chin. even in sleep, he presses into his bloodied touch. he’s never fled his half-flesh, never shies away from his gore as it spills unbidden from his cleaved torso. he holds on where his mother let him go; cups his stomach to hold his insides in place and never minds the blood that drips through his fingers.

simon will never let him become his own solomon and cannibalise himself. he will never let him question which half of him has more value; which pieces he can afford to lose before he’s cast aside.

ghost’s soap. simon’s johnny. his.

whole, in any incarnation.

[nalooksthrough]

What if the Pe-Az were kinda fucked up actually?

[clear-what-i-was-seeing]

artists have "draw this in your style", i think fic authors should start doing "write this in your style" where a ton of people write the same prompt but all do their own lil interpretations and characterizations and fun dialogue bits etc

[foolishlovers]

MUTUAL PINING FIC RECS: Below you'll find a list of Good Omens fics in which Aziraphale and Crowley are pining for each other.

You can request more fic recs here.

you play with my feelings (right from the start) by PenroseSun (G, 3k)

There were three things of which Crowley was absolutely certain: 1. Aziraphale, being an angel, was required to be kind and loving towards all things, even when those things were flawed or sinful or fallen. 2. Notwithstanding that obligatory kindness, Aziraphale would never, and could never truly love a demon, in any meaningful sense. 3. Despite this, Crowley was desperately, hopelessly, in love with him.

For To Quench My Thirst by apliddell (G, 6k)

After moving to Sussex with Aziraphale, Crowley is trying so hard to be satisfied with friendship and the suddenly beautiful life he already has.

Slow by write_away (T, 9k)

It started like this: A boy with the ability to warp reality met an angel and a demon and he made assumptions. You might say it started like this: An angel and a demon found a marriage contract hung on the wall of the angel's bookshop. They didn't question it. It also could have started like this: Once upon a time, the angel told the demon he went too fast. The demon took it to heart.   Aziraphale and Crowley find themselves somehow married. Crowley fears going too fast. Aziraphale forges ahead. Neither know how to ask questions of each other.

got a pretty face, pretty boyfriend too by KissMyAsthma, leukozyna (T, 9k)

Aziraphale and Crowley are next-door neighbours. They’ve been attracted to each other since they met. The only thing keeping them apart is a thin wall between their bedrooms and Atticus and Freddie, Aziraphale’s and Crowley’s respective life partners… or are they? A human AU glued together by misunderstandings and wet food.

speed limits (and how to break them) by darcylindbergh (E, 13k)

There is a trick people do with a mint candy and a bottle of cola which results in a small eruption, and something very like it, for much higher stakes than a laugh in a car park, is about to take place in Aziraphale’s back room. Or: what happens when you finally unscrew the cap on a six thousand years of repression, and drop in Valentine’s Day.

Something We Were Withholding Made Us Weak by triedunture (M, 17k)

"Yes, exactly. Retire." Aziraphale reaches for the last remaining tartlet brimming with summer berries. "Somewhere along the south coast, perhaps." Or: Crowley and Aziraphale learn to move in tandem.

32 Questions That Lead To Love by ffonippop (E, 32k)

”First formulated in 1997, [32] questions to fall in love is a study by psychologist Dr. Arthur Aron which took place at Stony Brook University, New York. The aim? Speeding up the creation of intimacy between two strangers.” The Cosmopolitan Okay, fine. Crowley was 32-Questions-That-Lead-To-Love-ing Aziraphale. Sue him. He had no expectations, all right? Just, an innocent curiosity.

Flowers From The Grave Of Our Friendship by WaitingToBeBroken (E, 50k)

Crowley is very good at temptation, not so good with what comes afterwards. Aziraphale knows demons don't love so he is happy to take anything Crowley would give him. Both of them are too blind to realize the thing they want is right in front of them.

Fledging by FeralTuxedo (M, 53k)

Cool Dad was at the school gate again. Clambering out of his ridiculous sports car like a great big spider, all black denim and designer sunglasses. What a prat. He made his way towards the entrance, followed by his equally lanky son. All the mums' eyes were on him. Which was fine. At least they weren't staring at Aziraphale for a change. Cool Dad high-fived his son goodbye, because of course he did, then sauntered back to his car. Making it look so bloody easy. Aziraphale Fell is much too young to be looking after eleven-year old Pepper. He barely has his life together as it is, with his minimum-wage job and a half-baked dream of trading rare books for a living. And as if adopting a recently bereaved pre-teen isn’t enough, there are some rather more adult problems to navigate: playground politics, the shadows of his own childhood, and the growing question of how Crowley, the only other dad at the school gate, feels about him. A human AU/kid fic.

Style and Substance by Cabernet_Woebegone (E, 89k)

“But y’know, if my boss finds out I’m helping you even a little, they’re gonna throw me out on my ass.” “Yes, I understand it is a bit of a conflict of interest for you… Is there something I can offer you in return? Something you would like?” Aziraphale questioned hopefully. You, Crowley thought loudly as he took a second sip. I want to know if you moan when you kiss the same way you do when you try something delicious. I want to know if your lips taste like Zinfandel. “Yes, actually.” Aziraphale is having difficulty running his restaurant, and it isn't helping that he believes the place across the street is trying to sabotage him. To his surprise, chef Crowley comes to him on friendly terms. Together they come up with an arrangement that could benefit them both.

On Espionage and Prophecy (or How to Accidentally, but Wholly, Fall in Love With a Soho Bookseller) by RockSaltAndRoll (E, 133k)

1941 is the London Blitz and the year that MI5 really comes into its own with the now infamous ‘double cross’ system. The service keep tabs on suspects, root out enemy agents and try to turn them into doubles. Anthony J Crowley is fucking great at this job. He can be sneaky, underhanded and damn ruthless but also charming and kind. It’s what makes him good at turning. Aziraphale is just a regular Soho bookseller who loves his shop and books and good food and wine when he’s approached by a woman claiming to be MI5, wanting to recruit him for espionage. The poor man is too trusting and gets the shock of his life when he’s approached by a charming but dangerous-looking man also claiming to be MI5. Crowley recruits Aziraphale to double cross a double crosser and Aziraphale takes to espionage like a duck to water. Danger, hijinks, and sex ensue.

Old Vines by sevdrag (E, 189k)

A.Z. Fell, one of the most respected names in wine and food blogging, has been sent on assignment with his assistant Warlock Dowling to spend six months in California Wine Country. Under direction (by his boss, Gabriel) to use this experience to double his blog followers and write a novel, Aziraphale is both excited and anxious about the opportunity. Anthony J. Crowley is the owner and viticulturalist of Ecdyses, a winery that unexpectedly fell into his lap eleven years ago when he hit rock bottom. He may be in debt, yeah, but he’s paying off his loans — and despite pressure from his lenders and their team of inspectors, Crowley has found a kind of contentment tending his little corner of terroir and producing extraordinary wine. Crowley’s old vines are the heart of his vineyard, and he’s never let anyone in. Crowley finds Aziraphale intriguing; Aziraphale finds Crowley enthralling. Turns out a famous wine expert and an experienced viticulturalist can still learn things from each other. The summer of 2019 unfolds.

[madame-fear]

Why do all of their respective roles as cops fits so well??? My mood is a mix between Pardella and Fran. The only serious ones would be Enzo & Kuku, this has me howlinggg 😩😂💗

THIS WOULD BE SO LAW & ORDER CODED BUT ON CRACK AHSJDJD I vote that, when you have time, you could make it a crackfic 🤭 PLEASE TAG ME WHEN YOU POST THIS MASTERPIECE, I FEEL SO TEMPTED TO READ IT AHJDJFF

GOD BLESS YOU FOR THIS IDEA, LSDLN CAST BOYS AS COPS I LOVE YOU. Thank you for making me obsessed with this new trope, love 😂💗

My fucking college tuition just went up, again. Tf do they think I am? Paris Hilton? Catch me committing manslaughter, the victim could be my dad or our dumbass president, who knows? Maybe both of them.

[psychojetcocktail]

Ronnie and her dad she found on the side of the road

[qprpbj]

anyone wanna hear me yap about ponyboy going to college and getting put on academic suspension after his first year bc he’s so depressed he’s failing school. 🙂‍↕️

[talk-danmei-to-me]

Looks familiar...

[wolfstargazer]

Feb 8 - Arrow - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 405

Remus was a little surprised to be learning about Shakespeare in History of Magic. But Professor Binns was floating languorously around the classroom, intoning:

"It is important to not only appreciate the significance of William Shakespeare to Muggles, but to contextualise this within the wizarding world. Indeed, many witches and wizards do not know that Shakespeare's wife, Anne Hathway, was a witch.

In many of Shakespeare's plays we see his knowledge of the wizarding world and references to significant events to wizarding history. Caliban, for example, is a reference to..."

A rattling snore, a sharp bang, and the sound of sniggering behind him caused Remus to lose his concentration. He turned to see the cause. James was rubbing his nose. Sirius was beside him, laughing. Remus suspected James had dozed off, slipped off the hand he was propped on, and banged his face on the desk.

"Finally!" Sirius declared when the lesson ended, pushing his way out of the classroom with the other students that were spilling out into the corridor.

"I thought that was interesting!" Peter said, clutching his books and trying to keep up.

"But hardly useful," James replied. "I don't understand what some dead Muggle from hundreds of years ago has to do with anything we need to know today."

"Some things are worth learning for other reasons," Remus said a little quietly. He wasn't sure if the others had heard him.

That night in the common room, long after the others had gone to bed, Sirius found Remus sitting by the fire and flopped down on the sofa beside him. Remus noticed his thoughtful expression. Finally, Sirius said, "You really love all that Shakespeare stuff, don't you?"

Remus felt himself flush a little. He gave a shrug.

"Sometimes I'll hear...or read something he wrote...and it's like he's reaching out across time...and sharing a secret just with me."

Remus felt a little silly and cleared his throat. Sirius' eyes were on his face.

Sirius gave a little nod, stared into the fire, and began to recite with feeling, "Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?"

Sirius turned to face Remus and gave a secret smile, just for him.

Remus stomach flipped.

"Like that you mean?" Sirius asked.

Remus nodded, unable to fight the smile that was infectious.

"Yes, just like that."

[zarophod]

i’m rewatching Red Dwarf seasons X-XII and omg i forgot how married old Rimmer and Lister are i love it

[thepancakelady]

𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷 + 𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓼 >> jam rachata as tinn & film thanapat as chan

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Drunk on All Your Strange New Words

scifi mystery set in a nearish future

follows a woman who works as the human translator for the cultural attaché of an alien embassy, the telepathic process of which causes drunkenness

she isn’t the best but doesn’t really have any other job prospect, and when tragedy strikes she has to figure out who the murderer is - since she’s the only suspect (and doesn’t remember what happened, because of the aforementioned drunkenness) - and is sent down a wild rabbit hole of online conspiracy theories from xenophobic humans

bi MC, no romance

[themeraldee]

~Spooky season headcanon~

With the release of the Silent Hill 2 remake, Reader and Ryan have been for days now trying to beat the game with the occasional scream of fright here and there.

Homelander doesn't get the appeal of video games much less ones that frighten you. Also hearing the screams of Ryan and Y/n throughout the day and across the tower has been both annoying and frightening; with Homelander having rushed to his penthouse multiple times looking for danger only to see both Ryan and Y/n looking owlishly at him.

He doesn't need these panic attacks when he is conducting important business matters lol.

Essentially not in the middle of the night when he is trying to sleep. Definitely lasered the ceiling once when woken up at 3 am from these two.

Ya, that game is definitely disappearing after three days lol.

I love when he's in dad mode 😭😭

He didn't get to worry about newborn or toddler Ryan so now he's finally getting a taste of what that would be like with these panic attacks. Poor guy is aging years in days. And while they're having the time of their life he's in constant state of anxiety because it's not like he can brush off every scream because what if it's real that one time!!

Defeated & exhausted dadlander my beloved.

The way they'd both be tailing him just begging to get the game back. And because he can't say no he gives it back under the condition that they only play when he's home to watch over them.

And no more playing until 3am! It's a school night for god sakes! (Does Ryan go to school???)

Nope, it doesn't matter that that's how it's meant to be played. Dad needs his beauty sleep.

[daniwib]

A case of mistaken identity has Buck in the line of fire when Amir comes seeking revenge on Bobby for the loss of his family.

Will Tommy and the 118 have to watch the man they all love die a horrible death in front of them - or will they be able to avert a tragedy echoing the one Bobby was unable to years before?

[Fic is complete, final chapter should be posted before the next episode. Read on Ao3 here]