#if i was a writer i’d be on That

[loaksreya]

i wish there were more miles quaritch daughter reader fics

[tryingonametaphor]

when they make byler canon i’m so sure that all the duffers are gonna say in an interview is “we’ve been planning this for a while. if you go back and watch the seasons you may pick up on some things you didn’t before” and just move on to the next topic

[writeouswriter]

Look, look, some of the deepest, most intricately detailed, real and profound media I’ve ever seen is also the stupidest, most ridiculous and strangest media I’ve ever seen, promise me you’ll get real weird with it

[perplexingly]

Something both sappy and silly I think the summer is getting to me

The water was still low and they could walk across safely

[cptnwynnie]

Normally, Edwin would probably find a piggyback ride very undignified, but landing in another universe is a rather tiring experience. So, extenuating circumstances and all that…

[willgrahamscock]

Cock, what is your opinion on those fix-it fics where Abigail lives? I read one where Will confessed to his lie I think during the scene where he gives Hannibal what is implies to be meat from Freddie's remains and, as a result, Hannibal doesn't kill Abigail

When I read Hannibal fanfics I never read fix it fics. Not to say I never would because I’m sure they’re great! I think Abigail’s fate is necessary for the evolution of Hannibal’s character. His regret is so palpable and I truly think that without the conversation between him and Will about his regret in shattering the tea cup (killing Abigail), Will would have a harder time accepting Hannibal. In a fucked up way, their shared pain about losing her brought them closer to each other. No one will understand the loss and paternal ache like Hannibal, and maybe Will can never truly forgive Hannibal but he feels understood. In turn, Hannibal has to accept the consequences for his actions, and admit that yes, Will had changed him.

[doni030]

a study of max from the quarry bc im kind of in love with her idk.. 🩷 ^_^

no reposts/any use of my art without permission

[it-meant-nothing]

Evan Peters and Michael Fassbender when they read the Dark Phoenix script and learned that there was no dadneto reveal and that they don’t have any scenes together:

Meanwhile, us:

[ohthewh0rror]

Honestly I love accidentally going back in time reader x Tom Riddle cuz there is alot you can do with it.

I always had this idea of the reader being a muggleborn and having to hide it as they are placed in slytherin. (Which was not their house in the present) and like they have to navigate trying to adjust to the time period and also staying alive with tom always suspicious of them.

I love you and I love this because this almost the exact premise that I think of.

Picture this:

The year? 1996. The setting? Department of Mysteries. 16 year old, Hufflepuff!Muggleborn!Reader being chased through the Ministry. Wand broken, head bleeding, finds herself in a dead end hallway. She hears Dolohov before she sees him, knowing she can’t turn back, darts through the first door she sees and locks it.

She presses her back to the door, eyes shut, trying to control her breathing and just think. Her mind is racing and she feels dizzy, no idea last for longer than a second and she’s forced to open her eyes and inspect her surroundings to see if there’s anything that could help her get out of this place. She was expecting a normal office, one where the walls are filled with photographs and achievements, and a wooden desk sitting in the center covered in personal charms and paperwork.

Instead, it’s a room with singular marble pillar with a small glass box sitting a top of it. Reader takes tentative steps towards it, unsure of what could deserve its own room. As she reaches the pillar she finally sees what’s within the box: a time turner.

She’s hesitant, she didn’t know much about time travel or the intricate details of the effects of time travel, but she just needed to go back an hour. If she could go back an hour she could do something, anything to prevent being stuck in room with a sociopath hot on her heels.

Her hands reach for the glass case, gently opening it, fearful that anything other than a gentle touch would somehow break it. Her hands shake and palms sweat as she holds the fragile rings in her fingers. As she goes to turn the rings, Dolohov’s voice booms down the hallway she was just in, taunting her, trying to coax her to come out.

Her body jolts at the sudden noise and the time turner slips from her grasp. She scrambles to catch it, but it evades her. The time turner hits the wooden floor and the shattering of glass and thudding of golden rings echoes in the quiet room. Reader doesn’t have enough time to panic because just as Dolohov bust through the door, her vision blurs as she feels herself being dragged backwards.

When Reader comes to again her head is pounding and she can feel the vomit quickly making its way up her esophagus. She has enough time to roll onto her hands and knees before it’s spilling out her mouth and onto the cold stone beneath her. If she wasn’t actively vomiting she would have jumped at the feeling of hands pulling her hair back. The person holding her hair waits until she’s finished to ask her if she’s alright.

She gives a weak yes, looking at the kind person that decided to help her, but her heart plummets to her feet. Before her is the most beautiful boy she has ever seen. His hair dark and wavy, perfectly slicked back with a pristine uniform, not a wrinkle in site. She can smell the faint hint of cologne coming off his white button down and if she wasn’t internally shitting herself she would have leaned into his kind touch. But this is no ordinary boy, it’s a 16 year old Tom Riddle, and the curiosity shining through his eyes makes her blood run cold.

A curious Tom Riddle is a dangerous Tom Riddle, and she has just made herself the prime focus of his curiosity.

[crystallizsch]

jhgnngggn i’m back to thinking about post-nrc yuusha and jamil--- extremely long ramble below prepare for uh angst??? i guess???

i buried some of these lore in the tags somewhere but anyways-

yuusha and jamil exchanged hair ties when they separated and went off on their own post-nrc as a way to "remember each other by".

they both have different plans for their own futures despite wanting to be "together"— whatever that means. yuusha stayed at nrc working as staff and jamil is out travelling.

at this point though they STILL never officially “dated” but oh they were so so close SO many times to putting a label on it.

“what happened then” <- idk man they’re incredibly stupid. yuusha is still horribly noncommittal and jamil is- jamil. (“…the hell does that mean” <- SHHHH i will not elaborate)

they ended as just "really good friends" (something something on they’re on the spectrum of queerplatonic but they didn’t understand that that was the case) .

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at first they did well keeping in touch from a long distance—

yuusha never forgets to check in on jamil, texting/calling whenever possible, she was always the first to initiate.

and jamil still would’ve made the same effort of course, but yuusha always beats him to it. he sort of just expected her check-ins every day.

and he looks forward to that 1-15 notifications that he gets as soon as he wakes up. it does get him going knowing that she was specifically thinking of him at the start of the day.

that wouldn't last though. eventually, the more yuusha met more people and cultivated new relationships, the more she felt herself grow further and further apart from jamil.

yuusha thrives on physical relationships and the majority of the time the only communication and contact between her and jamil is through the phone.

and so the messages from her became less and less frequent as yuusha got more absorbed and interested in her work and other relationships.

don't get it wrong, she still cared about jamil. loved him even, in her own way.

he just became less of a priority.

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it was bittersweet to think that jamil finally had the chance to initiate the conversation.

because that meant yuusha had been thinking of him less and he had to remind her himself that— hey he's still there, remember him?— although that's not exactly what he would say. that's a bit too antagonistic and petty. surely, she's just busy. right?

yuusha would respond as if everything was normal. but the usual fondness, the usual warmth, they weren't there. her words through the screen felt dry. forced.

she can use the unnecessary punctuations and emojis she wants but she is not getting past him.

they called. it was nice to hear her voice. but. there's the same feeling of detachment. why are they talking as if this was one of their first times?

yuu, what happened?— is what jamil wanted to ask. but he would also respond nonchalantly. as if everything was normal.

jamil still tried to reach out to her. similar to how she did with him.

but it was to no avail.

their interactions felt too far gone from what they had.

eventually jamil also realized that there was No Point.

if she wasn’t going to make the effort anymore, why should he?

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professor yuusha tala walks in to her class which her signature braid and feathered hair tie.

it's lovely having gotten used to working at nrc. her students are surprisingly behaved and she enjoys teasing chatting with her coworkers. surely she isn't missing anything, is she?

and the traveler, jamil viper. he's seen most of the sights, experienced a lot of things. it's like he is slowly fulfilling his childhood dreams.

he ties his hair with the same one he's been using for years. it's a surprise it hasn't snapped yet from how worn out it looks. this really belonged to someone so cheap, huh.

he wonders why he's still using it. he had come across fitting souvenirs that could replace it.

waste of money— jamil convinces himself. besides, this hair tie is fit for every occasion and it's still holding up anyway.

he'll just get a new one when this one finally bites the dust.

if it ever does.

it's really stubborn for a hair tie.

[ryderwritings]

“nobody will ever be interested in what i write!” false. i am interested. please tell me about what you write

[fanfiction-obsession]

I desperately need to know which pnf writer decided that a noisy festival was a valid reason to want to take over the tri-state area, so I can give them a medal because they were absolutely right.

[4catsinacult]

Listen I love Logan Howlett as much as the next person but why isn’t there more appreciation for some of Hugh’s other characters?

(Please I am begging)

[chr13sakop]

There was supposed to be a post before this but i haven’t finished it yet, so take this for now ig.

Modern au where (honestly just a continuation to the one in my head) Luffy is still working at the baratie cuz he crashed a car into the restaurant, and his friends and brothers come to the restaurant to make fun of him. At this point he and Sanji are dating maybe his friends know, maybe Sabo too, but Ace definitely doesn’t. So Luffys cleaning the table or something?? And His friends and Ace are like making fun of him and then Sanji starts to come over and Ace sees him and is like ‘holy shit a hot blond, gotta lock in’ and so he’s thinking of a million pick up lines he could try right now only for Sanji to come over and peck Luffy on the cheek and tell him to go clean up another table. Ace’s jaw on the floor. Head bangs against the table. Completely devastated cannot believe his dumb little brother bagged someone like that. Sabo is most definitely making fun of Ace now dying of laughter and Sanji is probably really confused and is genuinely like “oh my gosh is he okay?” Luffy is definitely feeling very smug even if he doesn’t show it, “don’t worry he’s always like that, narpepsi runs in my family remember.” “It’s narcolepsy hun” Sanji kisses his head laughing a little, Ace ofc had lifted his head at that point and then banged it again. “Oh my gosh Luffy seriously is he okay” Luffy grabs him by the hip and walks off “yeah he’s fine don’t worry about it” and maybe he turns around to stick his tongue out at Ace.

[shortbreadly]

went a bit crazy over the weekend and apparently got over my fear of drawing perez

[invinciblevalentine]

atp i would snort reeve tuesti fic like cocaine.

if anyone knows any fics that put reeve through the blender like “Son” by She_sees_in_the_dark or “Through Another’s Eyes” by CorsairOriginal—

i need to see that man under enough pressure to make a diamond crack. For my health.