#is this a fic?

[simplynerdilicious-blog]

A quiet evening in the Creed household.

"You know," you say stopping the circular motion of the spoon you have been swirling in your dessert for the past five minutes and pointing towards the big man sprawled across the other side of the couch " they keep warning me about you Vic... the man he's a psychopath, you should know better, he's dangerous, yap yap yap..." You hear a very faint "hmmh" as he barely looks up at you from the bag of chips he's eating very nonchalantely: "Well, glad to hear I am not the only one you don't listen to".

[writinginthesecrettrees]

Imagine being Jessica Moore, and you've been in Heaven for you're not even sure how long. You have this vague recollection of how you died - Brady coming over and his eyes turning black, and he says "Sorry, Jess, nothing personal. But we really need Sammy to stop playing house and get back to his destiny," and then there's a slice across your belly and so much heat, and the last thing you see from where you're pinned to the ceiling is Sam's face. Horrified, tragic, but not surprised or shocked. And his brother, running through the flames of your life to drag him out.

So you're in Heaven. And it's the best day of your life, over and over, a monotony of happiness with a facsimile of Sam at your side, until suddenly it changes. The walls come down, and there are more people there. Old friends, your grandparents, their grandparents - almost everyone you could hope for. And you know that one day, Sam will be in Heaven, too. You know (you hope) that you'll share him, because you love him and hope that he found happiness with someone after you. Not too soon, but sometime. And then one day you feel it.

Sam is here. Sam is in Heaven. And it might not happen immediately, but he's going to come see you.

You just didn't expect it to be daysweeksmonths later, roaring up in his brother's big black car, but somehow that makes sense. And the way they get out of the car... identical movements, swinging their legs out and slamming their doors closed in sync. The way Dean hangs back, arms crossed, leaning against the car with a comfortable sort of smile. The way Sam's got his shoulders hunched and his hands in his pockets and how the tallest man you've ever met still manages to look up at you through his hair.

Imagine being Jessica Moore, and Sam Winchester is visiting you in Heaven and trying to apologize for how you died, but it wasn't his fault and you love him still. So all you can do is wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him down, and he wraps his arms tight around your waist, buries his face in your hair, and you always thought that seeing him, feeling him here like this would feel whole.

But it doesn't.

There's something missing, and it's just a small bit for you but it's like a gaping hole in Sam and you remember feeling that when you were alive but here, where the physical is an illusion, it's like a bleeding wound, and when you look over Sam's shoulder to see Dean still leaning against his (their) car, you know.

All it takes is one hand, stretched out to him, and he's there, pressed against Sam's back, wrapping both of you in his strength and "I gotcha, Sammy," rumbled deep and low and somehow.

Somehow you know that if you'd lived, if you'd gotten married and Sam had been a lawyer and never left to find his dad, Dean would have been there. In your home, in your bed, sandwiching Sam between you both. And maybe that should feel wrong, but it feels so right here in Heaven.

Imagine being Jessica Moore, and realizing that Sam comes as a package deal and you can't have him if you won't take Dean, and somehow that's just fine.

[your-mums-nuts]

Can’t wait for the inevitable confrontation between Guillermo and Nandor, with Guillermo being set off by something he says or does involving vampirism, possibly after realising he can’t be turned back and Nandor attempting to comfort him with his usual:

“Im okay, you’re okay”.

And then Guillermo finally getting his female-rage-blow-up scene:

“This is not okay! Nothing about this is okay!”.

A beat of silence, you can see the confusion in Nandor’s massive brown eyes.

“I let Derek bite me”.

Anger,hurt and fear all come to play here, words are thrown around, someone is crying (I hope it’s Nandor but I know it’s going to be Guillermo).

Everything’s out in the open, finally. They take a moment to calm down, then:

“You were never going to do it, were you?”.

Nandor is set in his resolution, he’s trying to hurt him.

“No, I wasn’t”.

[bloodpen-to-paper]

There was something peaceful about Fit tearing down Spreen's house. Cathartic is really the right word, but what Fit did wasn't about revenge. The animosity that went behind it initially wasn't what took over when it came time to do the deed. It felt cathartic because Fit honored Spreen's memory. It had been real, the time he spent with Spreen, the parts he remembered. He said Spreen contributed in his own way. And the tearing down of the house was not meant to curse the name of a dead man, but rather to move on from it. Fit left alone the original starter base Spreen had never finished, leaving some piece of him on the server because even if he hadn't been around, even if he wasn't particularly a good father or husband, he had lived. Spreen had been on this server, he had a life here, and his life had been taken from him. Whatever Spreen was, it wasn't nothing. It never is. Everyone mattered in some way, every one who disappeared had been remembered even months later. And Fit accepts this. He gives his own curt nod of acknowledgement, despite being the last person you'd expect it from. Because Fit sees the value in people, and he refuses to let anyone be forgotten. Not even Spreen.

[frogwithgun]

More coping bc I needed them to have a happy ending somewhere and I'll be DAMMED if I can't give it to them. This kinda suggestive so read at your own discretion. (When I say kinda I mean very kinda)

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"We're gonna be late!"

"I don't care."

Once again Getos protests have been meet on deaf ears. For the past twenty minutes Getos been trying to leave the house with Gojo. They were going to a birthday party for Yaga which had been planned by everyone. Them included. But when Gojo saw Geto, well...

He couldn't exactly resist the siren call that was his husband. "Satoru!" The man in question whined and pulled Geto closer. "I'm serious we have to leave!" Gojo just kept peppering kisses on Getos neck. And who was he to fight the strongest?

Still he tried. Keyword: tried. "Fine! One more kiss. But that's it." Gojo lit up and happily kissed Geto. Who smiled and kissed him back.

"Suguru."

"Oh my God."

Yeah they were very late to that party. 😉

[perfectlysunny02]

Maddie and Buck on opposite sides of the war.

M: "What happened to my brother that followed me everywhere?"

B: "What happened to my sister that was worth following everywhere?"

[uberguber89]

Harley Quinn, appearing from nowhere: "start a polycule!"

Superman: "whu-?! Where did-"

Harley: " I said a polycule, stupid! Date both of'em. It's easy! Like what me, Pam, and Selena gots goin' on! And Bats-y here, if he'd stop being a stick in the mud..."

Bruce: "hm......"

Relationship advice from your opportunistic Bat-friend.

[rafterdarkr]

why are all these modern aus for the Odyssey set in a high school. where's the retelling where Odysseus is just a guy lost in an airport who keeps missing his connecting flights home due to a comical series of delays and disgruntled airline employees

[roboticnebula]

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

[michameinmicha]

Stumbled upon this random ship (in a fandom im not active in myself) that has like 150 works on ao3 which are all from just two people gifting each other fics about this pairing back and forth and theyve been doing it for 3 years... i think thats true love probably

[housederiva]

My housemate's cat came into my room while my dictation was on...

[balrogballs]

i'm a writer irl (can't say who because my agent would rightfully put me into a blender and press the button if i go and out myself as "balrogballs") and honestly the funniest and most humiliating incident of my life was the time my finished manuscript triggered a plagiarism flag with the publisher for two lines of prose in my literary fiction novel...

.... which was word for word similar to a paragraph in a certain explicit work on FFN starring elrond and his batsman from the hobbit films, aka that one elf that looked like he ate panic attacks for breakfast (i forget his name but it's Figwit II) where the lord of imladris bends said twink over his writing desk and gives him the battering ram treatment.

and if you think i had to sit in front of one if the biggest publishing companies in the world and admit that it was, in fact, me who wrote the fic where the lord of imladris bends said twink over his writing desk and gives him the battering ram treatment in order to avoid being wrongly flagged for plagiarism, you would be absolutely correct.

(yes they published the book)

[mycroftrh]

Far worse, in my opinion, than the famous “he wouldn’t fucking say that” is “he WOULD fucking say that, as part of his facade, but you seem to think he would mean it genuinely”

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

[jamjoob]

great heavens i haven't posted in a while