#garciaflynnismyspiritanimal

[qqueenofhades]

Nina and Matthias pretend marriage AU. I love them. This is your fault.

Nina Zenik did not think this through.

To be sure, there’s a hell of a lot of reason for her to get out of Russia: a bisexual left-wing political blogger who has been involved with Pussy Riot and Alexei Navalny has a scarlet letter on her chest to start with, her apartment in St. Petersburg was raided again last month, and she’s finally decided that it’s time. It’s hard to leave her beloved homeland, but if she waits any longer, she might never get out at all. So she’s been in contact with Inej, and Inej, bless her heart, has found a solution. Nina can’t wait to visit her best friend in Amsterdam and eat waffles again, but for that to work, she needs this to work, and by this she means Inej’s only-crazy-if-you-squint plan, and that –

Matthias Helvar isn’t stupid. That is much too kind a word for him, really. Oh no. He is an absolute, 100%, weapons-grade, annoyingly-attractive-but-shh, total fucking idiot.

“We’re supposed to like each other,” he hisses at her, sounding like a judgmental goose. Nina, for her part, thinks that she isn’t the one failing at pretending undying affection, especially since he has to repress a small wince every time she snuggles close. The chief feature to recommend Matthias, aside from being obnoxiously tall, very annoying, and with a face that she either wants to punch, kiss, or punch and kiss, is that he holds a Norwegian passport, and if they super-duper-totally convince the immigration officer that their relationship is real, Nina will be allowed to stay in Oslo with him. They filed for a marriage license thirty days ago, and it’s only because Matthias owes Inej and Kaz a huge favor that he agreed to go along with this. So yes, on paper, Nina is now joined in legal matrimony to this uptight, straight-laced lug who won’t even watch an R-rated movie and has a swear jar in his bland IKEA-furniture one-bedroom apartment. They are walking along, quizzing each other on anything that the case officer might ask them, so they can prove that this isn’t a green card marriage, no, no. What would make you think that.

Her husband, Nina thinks, looking sidelong at him. It would be either better or far, far worse, if he was a troll. But no. Of course he has to be a studly specimen of Scandinavian brawn (God knows it’s not brain) and her mouth is drier than it should be. So she grabs his hand and pulls his arm over her shoulders, uttering a flirtatious giggle for the benefit of the athletic blond dog-walkers passing them. Norwegians are all blond. Maybe some of them even have a sense of humor. Matthias possesses the former and hasn’t heard of the latter if it danced in front of him. Naked. He’d probably have a heart attack.

As they turn the corner and reach the immigration ministry, Nina experiences a sudden and unwelcome attack of nerves, and comes to a halt. If she does blow this, she’ll have to go back to Russia, and she’s scared. Her friends are going underground, her parents have told her that she can’t come home until she stops making trouble, and all that she’s done with her life feels like it’s unraveling at the seams. She hates that she’s so dependent on a man who insists on acting like she’s chopped liver, in a foreign country, with a not-likely-to-be-pleasant fate awaiting her if she gets detained again. And Matthias –

“Hey,” he says unexpectedly, grabbing her hand. His large, callused fingers fold over hers with surprising gentleness, grounding her from the vestiges of a panic attack. “It’ll be all right. We can do this.”

“Okay,” Nina croaks. “I’m ready.”

His blue eyes hold hers. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” she says, a little louder, and in her perfect Norwegian. She speaks six languages, but she’s been working on this one especially. To, you know, convince the nice immigration guy that she’s been living in bliss with her beloved for the past several years. “I’m ready now.”

“Come on then,” Matthias says, also in Norwegian, and rather loudly, once more for the benefit of any onlookers -- but maybe, also, for them. “Mrs. Helvar.”

Mrs. Helvar.

She really should hate that.

Nina hates that she doesn’t.

Not even a bit.

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Anything For You

Someone had to write a Reader x Garcia Flynn fic. You're welcome.

Rating: G. This is pure fluff.

Also a gift for @garciaflynnismyspiritanimal, because after the day you've had, you deserve it.

-

You've never been more grateful for coffee.

You're on your third cup, (or maybe fourth; the fact that you've lost count probably isn't a good sign, you note absently,) and even with it, you can hardly keep your eyes open. Whoever invented meetings should be stabbed, you think. On the bright side, you might know someone willing to do it for you.

Even now, listening to your boss's drowning voice, the thought of him makes your lips twitch. Six months ago, you never could have imagined yourself like this, smiling like a fool over a doting boyfriend. (Especially not one as… Unique as Garcia.) But here you are, and you couldn't be more grateful.

Or distracted. Unfortunately, that is one of his few flaws: He's incredibly distracting. (There's also the matter of him having murdered a few people, but, well… He makes really delicious tacos. And he adores you, more than you ever thought possible.)

Luckily, or unluckily, no one seems to notice that your mind is drifting. Has anyone even asked you once today what you thought about anything?

Your phone buzzes, and you hesitate. Really, it would be unspeakably rude to check your phone during this meeting. Maybe you should wait until it's over. At least pretend that you care about what people are saying. “Excuse me,” you start, but your boss only raises his voice, drowning yours out.

“As I was saying,” he continues.

In that case.

How is the meeting?

Again, unwillingly, you find yourself smiling. He warned you yesterday that he probably wouldn't be in touch today until late. Some top-secret project or other, apparently. (And you try not to worry. You do. You know who he is, have known from the day he asked you out, shy and pink, that he does dangerous things. It's worth it, to be with him. But still. Still.)

You barely have to think.

Terrible. I want to stab everybody here. How is the project?

After a few minutes, you're forced to accept that he isn't going to respond. Sighing, you slip your phone back into your pocket, trying to listen to the man before you pretend like he knows more than he does. Most likely, Garcia just found a spare minute to shoot off a text, and now he's back to work. Shame. But it warms your heart a little, that he chose to use that spare moment for you. Of course he did, the sap, but still.

Time drags on, fading to meaninglessness, and you give up on trying to pretend you're engaged. Instead, you sit back in your seat, shamelessly watching the clock. Just one more hour. You can handle one more hour. (Right?)

When the door opens, you don't even bother to look up. Not at first, anyway. But when your coworkers’ eyes widen in horror, fixed on the spot behind your head, you glance back. Freeze. Stare.

Garcia Flynn is standing there, gun in the air, scowling at the room as if he hasn't quite decided who to kill. “Nobody move,” he growls, and quiet gasps fill the room. Uncertain, you watch him closely. His eyes land on you, and just for a moment, they soften. Then he's all business once more, closing the distance between you, grabbing you by the arm, gentle enough that it doesn't hurt, but firm. “You're coming with me.”

It takes you a few moments to register that it's a threat; gun or not, you've never quite been afraid of him. Still, you're not quite sure what to make of this.

Slowly, you stand, and he rests a hand on the small of your back, the gun still firmly caught in his other hand. (Not quite aimed at you. Fixed on a spot just past you, close enough that your colleagues probably think you're in the line of fire.)

He doesn't say a word as he leads you out of the building, and you don't push. His car is waiting right outside, and he gestures for you to get in, sliding into the driver's seat.

It's only once you're several blocks away, tucked away in an alleyway, that he relaxes, looking you over carefully. There's a hint of uncertainty in his eyes you cannot quite place. “Better?” His voice is soft. Tender.

Suddenly, it clicks.

You're not sure whether to hit him or hug him. (Though kissing him does seem like a pleasant alternative.) “Garcia Flynn,” you begin, and he winces at your tone, “did you just kidnap me to get me out of that meeting?”

And you really should be mad, you know this, but he's giving you the most pitiful puppy eyes on the planet, and you're only human. “It just seemed like you were really miserable,” he murmurs, “and I didn't want to have to bail you out of jail fpr stabbing someone, so…”

Of course he can't resist a bit of teasing, even now. “Look, I appreciate that, but…” A horrible thought occurs to you. “The security cameras! Garcia, do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?”

Now he actually seems a little offended. “I disabled the cameras.” Of course he did.

“But my coworkers-”

“It's their word against yours,” he points out, catching your hand and bringing it to his lips. Unfair. He knows how weak you are for that. “And I trust you will tell them that the man who kidnapped you looked absolutely-” He punctuates each word with a kiss to your knuckles. “Nothing like me.”

Of course he does. (And of course you will.) “Garcia…”

He leans over the armrest, pressing his lips to your forehead, and you cave.

“You can't do this again,” you warn, leaning into his touch. “But… Just this once…” You feel him smile against your skin, as he finally realizes he's won.

“Just this once,” he promises quietly. “For now.”

And you will talk about this later. Absolutely. You'll tell him that he cannot just kidnap him from your job on the regular, no matter how much you wish he could. It stinks, but you're a professional, and you have to act like one. But just at the moment? You catch his collar, tugging his lips down to yours, and he exhales, falling into the kiss. It's not quite comfortable, with the armrest between you, but his hands slip into your hair, and you do not care. You do not care.

“You had-a project,” you remember belatedly, but he quickly recaptured your lips, chasing all thoughts of projects and work from your mind.

“Tomorrow,” he murmurs when you finally pull apart. “I'll tell you about it-tomorrow.”

It does not occur to you that tomorrow is Valentine's Day, or that Jiya randomly texted you last week to ask for your ring size. It does not occur to you that it should be strange, him offering to tell you about this top-secret project. All that occurs to you is that you have the best boyfriend in the world, and he does wonderful, over the top, (sometimes slightly reckless) things just for you, because he loves you dearly.

What else is there to do but kiss him again?

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Love

Thank you!!!

[extasiswings]

Okay, so I literally don't know how this works, making it up as I go. New author here. Writing my first Garcy ff cuz I felt inspired. So far so good (the usual bumps I'm guessing). But (1) some parts near the end aren't as fun to write. Closing plot points and all that. Does that happen to you? (2) how does a new writer learn about shit that happens along the way when you become a writer? Are there blogs here? A manual? Oh fuck, can I google it? Imma go google and get back to you. Help welcome.

Ahaha I may not be the best person to ask. For one thing, I almost never write in order. For another, most of what I write doesn’t have a whole lot of plot. My style tends to be…emotional character introspection and relationship development and it feels like whenever I stray from that I end up with multi-chapter WIPs that I can’t finish XD. But if you want to know if I struggle with writing, absolutely! I think everyone does sometimes. Writer’s block is a thing, sometimes dialogue can be a bitch, sometimes you can’t remember the word you want and you’ll waste an hour trying to remember what it is instead of writing something else that isn’t exactly right, sometimes characters grab you by the ear and drag you kicking and screaming in a direction you absolutely did not plan for…these things happen. You just have to let them. They’ll work themselves out. 

I am not great at advice because I can’t explain how I write or how I learned or my process or whatever and there are tons of writing resources out there that will help more than I can, but I think what I’ll say is just this. Be open. Be adaptable. And be gentle with yourself. Allow yourself to not be perfect. Be nice to yourself when you’re struggling. Step away when you need to. Have fun with it. Write for yourself, not anyone else. Because at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks, you created something. Which is really awesome. 

Happy writing. Good luck! 

[mathgirl24]

garciaflynnismyspiritanimal replied to your post “Me, not doing homework:”

@mathgirl24 hallelujah!!!

Just in time to watch some Goran in This is Us!!!!

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requested by garciaflynnismyspiritanimal

[celtrose-ish]

@garciaflynnismyspiritanimal @mathgirl24 @ununpredictableme

[emmathompsonsmartini]

Rules: We’re snooping on your playlist. Put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first 10 songs. I was tagged by @elle--nic Muah! Thanks love.

1) I Have a Dream — Lily James

2) Party Favor — Billie Eilish

3) I Don’t Wanna Live Forever — ZAYN ft Taylor Swift

4) Sue Me — Sabrina Carpenter

5) Photograph — Def Leppard

6) One of Us — Amanda Seyfried and Dominic Cooper

7) Trampoline — SHAED

8) Money Money Money — Meryl Streep (a bop lbr)

9) Touch the Sky — From Disney’s Brave

10) Feeling Good — Michael Bublé

I love these games lol. Tagging these babes: @eloquent-overlord @amazoniantimelord @garciaflynnismyspiritanimal & @wolfie-doggo @dobbypussssyindulgence you’ve been tagged already but you better do it

[qqueenofhadess]

Hey, so.

It’s your old pal, Hilary. Same url, extra s.

After three solid weeks of absolutely no communication from tumblr whatsoever, I am finally forced to admit that the odds of ever getting my old blog back are looking.... bad. I’ll keep trying everything I can, and maybe a miracle happens and maybe it doesn’t, but as it is, I have a bad feeling that six solid years of work, fic, meta, questions, history and more are gone for good. So I’ve lost all my followers, my platform, my creative output, my flailing, and six years of my life, all because of a totally avoidable circumstance that tumblr won’t fix.

COOL!

So here I am, hat in hand, and I’m going to have to apologize for the mass user tag/cross fandom/ship tagging, but also, my old blog got deleted for absolutely no reason Jesus Christ, and I’d appreciate a signal boost. I’m trying to remember everyone I was following, but it may take a while. Please remind me if we were mutuals.

If you remember me from:

Once Upon a Time (Captain Swan, Outlaw Queen, Jones brothers, etc etc, fics such as Crimson, The Lightbearers, Incarcerus, When in Rome, The Dark Horizon, etc)

Lucifer (Deckerstar, The Inferno, In Nomine Patris, in the land of gods and monsters, etc)

Timeless (Garcy, Timeless Season 3 (which got restored but I have no access to since it was a sideblog), Starlight & Strange Magic, the tangled web of fate we weave, The Procurator, The Alchemical Wedding, etc)

Marvel Cinematic Universe (Steggy, Kastle, breath of ash, bone of dust, other drabbles now mostly gone)

Medieval history (my many, also lost, historical posts, medieval magic, medieval women, 50 Women to Know, so on)

Black Sails, The North Remembers, etc etc

.... this is where I will be for the foreseeable future. I am not sure how much content is going to go here, because I am absolutely gutted about losing my old blog for, again, no reason whatsoever. I thought about not coming back at all, but I guess we’ll see. And I missed you guys too much.

Ugh.

And now for the deluge:

@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels, @extasiswings, @prairiepirate, @sweetestinthegale, @jonathansnowflakes, @kmomof4, @whimsicallyenchantedrose, @captainswanouat, @hookedoncaptswan, @wedlakeserenities, @queen-mabs-revenge, @winterbythesea, @battleshipgarcy, @rionsanura, @oldshrewsburyian, @frankcastle, @garciaflynnismyspiritanimal, @weaverofthenight, @geekalogian, @artielu, @daeneryskairipa, @chidis-eleanor, @somekindofflowergirl, @katechaucer, @businesscasualprincess, @aloha-4-ever, @lightbringersamael, @clockadile, @saettres, @ohmarqueliot, @ofhouseadama, @mearcatsreturns, @sharkflip. @lucifersfavouritesinner, @writtenwolves, @findwhatyourefightingfor, @romancelvr, @kalena-henden, @onlymorelove, @captainofthefallen, @lenfaz, @natascha-ronin, @gelbmantrees, @koortega, @tsuuriki, @alchemistc, @squidproquoclarice, @queenincrimson

[writtenwolves]

Music Tag Meme

Thanks for the tag @adayforducks

Rules: List ten songs you’ve been listening to a lot lately and tag ten people.

Power Over Me by Dermot Kennedy

What If the Storm Ends? by Snow Patrol

Silhouettes by Of Monsters and Men

Run by Snow Patrol

Power by Isak Danielson

White Mustang by Lana Del Rey

Art Deco by Lana Del Rey

Amsterdam by Imagine Dragons

Fire Meet Gasoline by Sia

Can't Pretend by Tom Odell

Tagging: @misscrazyfangirl321 @corporealformsaretheworst @drlucypreston @actuallylorelaigilmore @kissedbydragonfire @x-voyevoda @dreamywritingdragon @dreamwishing @radley-writes @garciaflynnismyspiritanimal

[blackaquokat]

Hear Me Out: A Leverage AU for Timeless

I don’t have time to write this AU myself, so this is basically a very long prompt post that I’m hoping some other Garcy shippers will tackle with gusto:

(Better yet, if this particular fic AU already exists, PLEASE TELL ME)

Many fans of both shows most likely see the irony in this AU *side-eyes Damien Moreau*, but seriously, imagine the possibilities.

Garcia Flynn is the most obvious choice for a mastermind and former insurance investigator. His character is already basically a more ruthless Nate Ford, and their backstories are frighteningly similar. Whether Lorena lives or not in this AU can be handled by the author (sorry, Iris), but there HAS to be some major slowburn/unresolved/scorching feelings between Flynn and Lucy.

Lucy is the grifter, but imagine her backstory a little differently: instead we keep her historian background and she’s already, like, stealing artifacts from museums so they can be returned to their proper cultural homes? So she’s already in a Leverage/Robin Hood mindset, just with some Sophie Devereaux aesthetic to her character and then she eventually “retires” and teaches history until Flynn picks her up for the Leverage squad.

ALTERNATIVELY THAT CAN BE FLIPPED and Lucy can be the mastermind and Flynn the grifter, I really think either dynamic can work ridiculously well.

Wyatt is the hitter, that’s pretty obvious. However people want to work his story with Jessica into the equation can be open-ended. I don’t see much changing for his character.

Rufus is the hacker, clearly, and he’s probably similar to Lucy in that he’s kind of already Robin Hooding his hacking skills for good reasons? Like, to help school fundings and erase mortgage records and stuff, Idk.

Jiya is the thief. S1 doesn’t give us much for her backstory, so I don’t know how anyone would want to mesh her character with Parker? But she’s proved to be incredibly smart and capable of thinking outside the box, I think she’d make a fantastic thief no matter how she’s written.

Those are the primary dynamics. As for the recurring characters, those can be played about with as well, but I see Agent Christopher as the Detective Bonanno of the AU and Connor Mason being one of the rare occasions where the original target actually is the one that needs help? Like in the 12 Steps Job or the Office Job, if that makes sense.

Whether Time Travel is a part of this AU or not is up to the fanfic writers, but still, I DESPERATELY NEED SOMEONE TO WRITE THIS.

I’m going to tag some Garcy blogs, if that’s okay. Don’t worry, I don’t plan on doing this kind of thing again, I just want this idea to get circulated.

@battleshipgarcy , @garciaflynnismyspiritanimal , @qqueenofhades , @iris-flynn , @kissedbydragonfire

[qqueenofhades]

Look! It’s Fedyor and Ivan.

....oh my god you are SO CORRECT but also can you even imagine how that would go

Fedyor: *browsing idly on his phone, snickers*

Ivan: What?

Fedyor:  Look, it’s us.

Ivan: /comes over, stares at phone with a totally deadpan expression

Ivan: I don’t get it. Why is it us?

Fedyor: Because the cat is grumpy, like you, and the dog is me.

Ivan: /looks at him

Ivan: /looks at picture

Ivan: /looks at him

Ivan: You’re not a dog.

Fedyor: Obviously not, but the expressions --

Ivan: I’m not smaller than you. That’s clearly incorrect.

Fedyor: Yes but you are grumpy.

Ivan: I’m not a small grumpy cat.

Fedyor: C’mon. Haven’t you ever heard of “Grumpy Cat?”

Ivan: /switching to English, with heavy accent/: I AM NOT KET.

Fedyor: OH MY GOD IT’S A JOKE. IT IS A J O K E. BECAUSE YOU’RE PROVING MY POINT SPECTACULARLY. WOULD YOU BE HAPPY IF IT WAS A LARGE GRUMPY CAT AND A SMALL HAPPY DOG? WOULD THAT SATISFY YOU, IVAN? WOULD IT?

Ivan: I still don’t get it.

Fedyor: /questioning every life choice he has ever made

Fedyor: /still questioning

Fedyor: /counts to ten

Ivan: /smirks

Fedyor: OH MY GOD I HATE YOU.

[misscrazyfangirl321]

The Warrior is a Child by Twila Paris. An oldie from decades ago, before the church and I went our separate ways. Still love it. And quite a few others by her. Hope you do too.

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

They need an option for "This song personally broke into my house and read my diary."

Thanks for the ask! Send me recs?

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

garciaflynnismyspiritanimal replied to your post “How do you have so much time to write!! You are amazing! Also, thank...”

@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels Jesus Christ. *reaches for the dictionary, again*

Demisexuality is basically where you don’t experience sexual attraction to someone until you have a strong emotional bond first. So you can have a crush on someone and have romantic feelings and get all those lovely butterflies but until the strong emotional bond kicks in, you don’t want to have sex with them and you don’t really feel anything sexual in that regard towards them. That’s why it’s ‘demi’ meaning ‘partway’.

Compare that to asexuality, where you don’t feel any sexual attraction towards people at all, and may or may not feel that sex overall is gross (I mean... it is gross... aces are the sensible people wondering why the rest of us are skydiving I mean they’re perfectly legitimate in thinking we’re all crazy if you ask me).

It’s hard to know if you’re on the asexuality/demisexuality scale because it’s always harder to find the absence of something than it is the presence of something. If you look at someone and feel that heat and that desire well then that’s something you’ve got to address but if you look at someone and don’t feel anything, then how do you know that most other people feel something? And if you’re demi and so you get those “oh gosh this person makes me so happy” crush vibes then it can be even harder to understand why, if you have that, you don’t have the “I want them to fuck me” feeling everyone else is talking about because society teaches us that the two are mutually exclusive.

Given Flynn’s behavior, some people (I think @squidproquoclarice, among others? stop me if I’m wrong) have posited that he’s demi, which makes total sense to me. I personally write him as bi, but I think he can be seen either way. There’s a great meta on it lurking about somewhere in the bowels of this hellsite.

I hope this clears that up for you and for anyone else who was curious!

[violet45]

Tag Game!

Tagged by the lovely @ununpredictableme... Thanks!!! ��

Attach 10 GIF's from 10 of your favorite TV shows without naming them, and then tag 10 people.

I'm tagging @queenincrimson @garciaflynnismyspiritanimal and everybody who want participate... Lots of love!

#Taggame

[mathgirl24]

10 characters, 10 fandoms, 10 tags

Thank you for the tag, @norbertsmom!!

I’ll try to come up with different ones than I’ve done before.  I did an all male one last time so this time it’ll be all female.

1.  Posy Hawthorne, The Hunger Games.  Yeah she had only one scene in the books but it was an ADORABLE scene.  “I think you’d be pretty in any color.”  Damn them for not including it in the movie.

2.  Lucy Preston, Timeless

3.  River Song, Doctor Who.

4.  Leia Organa, Star Wars

5.  Helga Pataki, Hey Arnold

6.  Dorothy Zbornak and Sophia Petrillo, Golden Girls (I can’t pick one)

7.  Anne Elliot, Persuasion.  

8.  Vala Mal Doran, SG-1

9. Aeryn Sun, Farscape - yup same actress as 8

10.  Dana Scully, X-Files

I’ll tag @celtrose-ish @kissedbydragonfire @ununpredictableme @magnificentcowboypeanutpaper @even-in-winter @nevada-b-1780 @garciaflynnismyspiritanimal @vita-s-west @who-knew-what @shesasurvivor​