#getting home

[nothinggathers]

One year ago today I fell headfirst into this fandom and wrote my first fic.

It has turned out to be the first of many.

And it is now the second most read fic I have ever posted to AO3.

So in celebration of one year of me being way too into this stupid, stupid game, I'm highlighting that fic.

It's a modern day London Police AU starring Detective Chief Inspector Hank Anderson, and his Detective Inspector Connor Roberts, beginning in medias res after Connor is horribly injured.

Featuring mutual pining, smut, there's two beds but we're only using one, hurt/comfort, the Jericrew, and Hank and Connor in designer suits.

It also has a sequel, because when I fell for this fandom and this pairing I fell very hard.

I'm still very, very proud of this fic, and if I hadn't written it I wouldn't have met all the wonderful people I have, and read all the amazing fic I have, and joined discord servers, or gained tumblr mutuals.

Thank you for one year in this crazy brainspace, and here's looking forward to another.

[the-final-sentence]

I got rid of that black T-shirt, and I never wait for a train without remembering.

Nicole Boyce, from “Getting Home”

[shortace]

It's 1.45am, I just got back from an overseas holiday, I haven't slept in over 30 hours (apart from a brief snooze on the shoulder of some lovely chap on the last leg of the flight, yes, I'm That Old now). I've unpacked, I've got the kids' pressies all ready for them, I've stuck up my own souvenirs on the wall, and instead of feeling now I'm wired!!! Hoping a glass of two of wine will help me sleep...

[spacebeyonce]

I was out there. for the entire day.

[jj-lives]

I see people talking about Little sacrificing themselves to the tree to get RWBYJ back to Remnant. Little is looking for their purpose, and they have said they want to help even if they don't know how to yet. But I haven't seen enough people talking about how it would be so Jaune-like for him to sacrifice himself for them. He's lived his life in the Ever After, but there is still time for team RWBY to finish living their lives.

Also, we all know Jaune thinks he isn't important. We saw this when he was fighting Cinder at Haven. "They're the ones that matter, not me." So, wouldn't it make sense that when they get to the tree Jaune allows himself to ascend in trade for RWBY to get back to Remnant.

(Also... this ascension would de-age him right? Have him go back to the Jaune that Jaune once wanted to be? The heart would never forget his years in the Ever After, but possibly he would still retain the memories from before he entered the Ever After. We aren't sure how ascension works on humans, or those not born in the Ever After. it's just implied they die, but we don't KNOW)

[cartoonsinthemorning]

Since you guys liked Marcille as Kermit that much, it seems fitting to thank you for my 12k milestone with MORE Kercille. And this time, Miss Falin is also here.

Thank you so much again everybody! MWAH 💗

[bookwyrminspiration]

I can behave normally around books

[atissi]

locked the fuck back in

[theriverbeyond]

i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.

[pokeberry5]

late night/early morning stakeout

[catwouthats]

THEY MAKE ME INSANE

Proof below:

Also, I’m fucking crying, I think his arm is like that bc he fell asleep holding the photo.

EDIT: more proof:

[tierras]

the mutual aid los angeles network (malan) has put together a spreadsheet with valuable resources for people affected by the ongoing los angeles wildfires and wind storm. the sheet is constantly being updated with resources such as shelter info, animal boarding info, addresses for distribution centers, volunteer opportunities and so much more.

please share this spreadsheet widely

[blazeball]

"okay kid, i have a doctors appointment, you can handle this big fuckoff bus, i believe in you, keys are in the ignition, this thing DOES NOT HAVE INSURANCE so DON'T GET PULLED OVER, have fun"

[ideas-ideasideasideas]

Batman gives each of his Robins a different code to use when they’re in trouble and need immediate extraction. He promises that when they call, he’ll drop everything just to get to them, come hell or high water.

Jason, during his time with the League, shares his code with Damian, to be used “only in the direst of circumstances, when you have exhausted all other options.” He doesn’t know if Bruce will answer, given how fractured their relationship was before he died, but it is better than nothing. Every tool counts when they live such dangerous lives.

Damian uses it exactly once, and Bruce, who still feels the loss of his son like a yawning chasm in his chest, responds to it even though he knows it can’t be Jason because Jason’s dead. What he finds, instead of Jason, is a boy in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-small feet, with a face that Bruce sees himself and Talia in, requesting asylum from a grandfather who wishes to possess his body. Bruce doesn’t question how this boy who is so clearly his son knew the code. Talia al Ghul is resourceful and places family above all; the code is not beyond her abilities to discover, and she is not above using Bruce’s desperate love for his dead son to ensure that hers does not meet the same fate.

Bruce takes Damian in, because of course he does, and since Jason is dead he allows Damian to keep using the code. After all, it’s not like Jason is alive to use it, right? If someone uses the code, there’s no one it could be but Damian, right?

The next time the code is used, Bruce traces the location to Gotham even though Damian was supposed to be in Bludhaven visiting Dick. But whatever happened that resulted in Damian being in Gotham can wait, because he has already failed one son and he will not fail another, his son is in trouble and he needs to get to him, he needs to—

What he finds, instead of Damian, is a boy (just eighteen, too young, but also too old, but also he will always be a boy to him) in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-large feet (when had he gotten so big), wearing the face of his dead son.

(Who, maybe, just maybe, may no longer be so dead.)

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

historical drama/sitcom where two gay best friends (woman and man) get lavender married--and proceed to spend the Fancy European Honeymoon their parents paid for acting as each other's wingman