#mathmusicreading

[fun-mxtx-polls]

Request: Xie Lian's Husbands

Requested by @mathmusicreading

Xie Lian: My surname is Xie, my first name is Lian.

Hua Cheng: You can call me your third husband.

Xie Lian: What happened to my first two husbands?!

Hua Cheng: Nothing you can prove.

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testing how long until a work crossposts to ao3feed blogs

testing how long until a work crossposts to ao3feed blogs https://ift.tt/e0Sbwfk by mathmusicreading testing how long until a work crossposts to ao3feed blogs Words: 10, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/vxHDTwi November 17, 2023 at 03:53PM

[pencilscratchins]

Hi, I really enjoyed "Kevin & The Wonder Twins" (I decided to just go ahead with credit card since it seemed like Tumblr ate my ask about PayPal for your Gumroad) and thank you for your meaningful closing statements. If you don't mind, what are your favorite Supernatural fics? It's pretty high praise to say one of the best fics you've ever read is Supernatural fic!

ah thank you so much!! i really do mean everything i wrote there, so i’m so touched it resonated with people! (and i believe tumblr did eat it, i’m so sorry!!)

honestly, there’s several supernatural fics that are genuinely breathtaking but i think the one i was talking about was teaching poetry to fish by aeli_kindara. just astoundingly well written. it’s genuinely better than the source material and i’m not saying that to be glib at all- i feel like this author engages with cas in a way that is so… whole. they rotate him to every angle and it’s just a really honestly good piece of character fiction. (their fic Tall Grass is also very very good. it feels warm like spring)

[autisticandroids]

1) Hi, I could have sworn that b/c of you (a link, or me looking for baby trap or other tropes), I read a fic (prob on LJ or DW? so nigh unsearchable and I'm hoping you or followers have a link) I read a S5 AU fic where Cas was pregnant, maybe b/c Zachariah made Cas be Dean Smith's fem!secretary in "It's a Terrible Life" (this might be a 2nd fic tho, maybe AO3, in which case link me for that too pls, my searches are failing to find both) and the pregnancy carried over. Cas maybe took a while to

it's called jubilees by ghostyouknow. it's on ao3 but login only

[jeanne-de-valois]

I love your Marquis of Cain idea, and you've gotten me thinking of another pun: Dean should work at Cain's theater or hotel. "Marquee of Cain" Maybe a lounge act, to combine the two.

CHICAGO (2002) AU

[ltleflrt]

1) Unfortunately, I think the anon was referring to yesterday's post/682248998178914304 and I couldn't find a post/tags equating gifting smut to flirting. I'd like to say I also heartily agree with and appreciate your tags on the overlap btw aro and pan from not differentiating platonic/romantic love. I have similar thoughts on being ace or lesbian (It's like the "if women shouldn't have sex and men should, the answer is gay sex" argument: if as a woman I'm told to not be lustful but that women

2) should be viewed in a sexualized and objectified way, then I should be lesbian instead of straight), or being trans or NB because gender is a construct and gender roles are a lie (Trans without body dysphoria or with internalized misogyny? NB or just very feminist and egalitarian? Binary because of normativity?)

Ah! I figured it might have been something in my queue popping out when I wasn't looking, but I didn't scroll back far enough to see it. And as you can see, this blog is out of control. I took a screenshot when I hit 50k posts and made a post about it, to show how terminal my tumblr brain rot is :D

I am BUMMED that I can't find that my smut = flirting post. I swear I'd put it on my secret "save the good posts" sideblog, but it's not on there either 😭

As for labels, I like the intricacies of the different ones we have available now, but I'm definitely the flavor of queer that's "if you want to know my sexuality/gender, we're going to need to have a Discussion, and I'm too lazy for that, so I'm queer" lol

I've actually been unable to recognize myself in a mirror since I was very little, but it's not a gender thing and it's not a body thing, so I'm not sure if dyspmorphia or dysphoria would be the better word for it. It's "that's not MY face", and so I've got a weird relationship with mirrors and cameras. I've been married for almost 13 years, and I still haven't looked at my wedding pictures because seeing the stranger in the picture can be incredibly upsetting and who wants to ruin a wedding memory with something like that? Mirrors are slightly better, because I'm usually focused on what I'm doing rather than who that stranger is copying my motions. But lately I've been having a lot of Thoughts About Gender, and I wonder if it's related. *shrug* who knows, not me, sometimes it's too much to think about, so I don't lol

[steveyockey]

I've searched different permutations of Berens and Misha and Yockey and Thompson, but I can't I can't find your og post joking about kidnapping Misha to discuss the gay Cas/destiel agenda in a closet. You did make a post or tags about it before the spn writers 101 post, right? The idea is just so delightful and I want to read the more fleshed out version again. Thank you for your 101 and analysis posts. I love your meta and your helping people me who haven't actually watched the show.

honestly I’m not sure if I ever actually put it in a post aside from that one or if I’ve just said it in various permutations in dms with people but genuinely misha was huddled outside the place they go to do supernatural having his little pre-season 9 breakdown over the fact that edlund was gone and he was about to be shut out in the cold all over again and berens found him and gave him a smack and said listen. Listen. you have got to pull yourself together. it's gonna be ugly but we are making the angel gay. you have to trust me. and then three years later yockey got on the team and they taught him the handshake and well here we are today.

also I cannot for the life of me understand any of you people who follow this blog without watching the show (aside from the 10 mutuals I had before this) the things I post are akin to a fever dream and willingly exposing yourself to them without already having The Disease. it's a choice

[whitmerule]

Hi, I don't watch SPN but I've been exploring the fandom because of all the current drama. I came across a rec for your "March-Stalkers Mighty" series and it looks really interesting, but I don't know if I want to commit since it's incomplete. Do you think you'll ever finish hand share "This Hard-Hold of Heroes"? I understand if not; congratulations on your PhD and I hope you're doing well!

Thank you! No, I probably won’t ever finish it, but the title story is complete in itself and can be read on its own, or together with some of the extra stories. Just don’t read ‘This widespread realm’ and you’ll be fine. :)

[inceptionpositivity]

@mathmusicreading - mmm is the purest, sweetest cinnamon roll you could ever hope to meet. She's always ready with support, enthusiasm & cheerfulness, & I am always glad when I see her on my dash or in my asks.

[brawlingdiscontent]

Snippet of ‘No Three-to-Five, You’re Doing Life’ for @mathmusicreading

(it’s the opening of the fic) --from WIP meme (see my last post)

...

Alex bursts into her office without knocking and she cringes as the door smacks against the wall in his exuberance. 

“We’ve got him! We’ve got Lehnsherr!”

“What?” Detective Sergeant Moira McTaggert’s heart swells in her chest—this is huge news; they’ve been trying to nab the slippery bastard for years. If her team is the one to bring him in...She tries not to get ahead of herself with all the things this could mean for her career--to finally achieve the respect of her colleagues, possibly even the promotion she’s been dreaming of--and focus on the situation at hand. “How?!”

“Witness testimony,” Alex tells her. He looks a little winded, like he’d run straight up the precinct’s four flights of stairs to share the news.

“Who’s the witness?” she asks, shocked that they’ve found someone willing to take on such a titan, a man who’s killed all those that oppose him in a progressively brutal manner.

“You’re never gonna believe this--” Alex says, his eyes filling with manic glee, “—his husband.”

[gold-from-straw]

Divergence - ch9

Charles and Erik ACTUALLY COMMUNICATE!!

Read from the beginning on Ao3 if you like!

Erik poured Charles and himself a glass of scotch, added some ice cubes, and brought them back over to the fireplace. Charles barely reacted when Erik placed the glass down in front of him, beyond the flicker of a distracted smile.

“Do you think you’ll be able to keep hold of the teleporter with practice?” Erik asked after a moment of silence.

Charles took a mouthful of whiskey and swallowed. “I’m not sure. Connecting with him was like trying to grip mercury, and I don’t know if that’s just a property of his mental structure, or if I’ll be able to improve.” He frowned into the fire. “I don’t know how I’d practice, though.”

Silence fell again. “What about the other man?” Erik asked. “Janos Quested.”

“I don’t know,” said Charles slowly. “I was able to connect with his mind, but…” He sat up properly and leaned his elbows on his knees, looking at Erik for the first time. “The thing is that Cerebro was always different to the way I usually use my telepathy. And this version of Cerebro is still a work in progress.”

“You got his location, though,” Erik frowned. “That’s what we wanted, after all.”

Charles grimaced. “For all the good that does us when he works with a teleporter. And what I saw of his thoughts was…” He shook his head. “I can’t really sort out anything clear, just… there’s loyalty there. But also a deep rage, and fear.”

Erik shrugged. “None of that contradicts what we already know about the Hellfire Club. They hate humans.”

Charles studied Erik for a moment. “I’m not sure… we know that Emma Frost believes in Shaw’s vision of the future, and that’s why she’s with him. But… I can’t imagine Shaw’s changed so much over the past decade that he’s recruiting by words alone.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m saying that Janos’ rage felt… personal. It didn’t feel like that of a man who wants to destroy half of the world. It felt…”

Erik narrowed his eyes at him. Charles squirmed under his gaze. “It felt like yours, my friend. Janos Quested has been through something like you, and his fear and fury feels like yours.”

Erik’s fingers tightened around his glass. “So what?” he asked roughly, drinking the rest of the whiskey and standing sharply, busying his hands with the decanter. “What does it matter if we can empathise with the enemy? This changes nothing.”

“I only mean that we might not be facing a united front. Quested may not be our enemy.”

“He was never my enemy,” scoffed Erik. “I never cared a damn about him or any of the others, you know this, Charles! My target is Shaw, and I will kill him.”

He braced himself, spine tight for the gentle, patronising remonstrations. How killing Shaw could never bring him peace, how they must rise above, be better. All those things his father said about the sneering boys who spat on him in the street, and where had that got him?

But Charles was silent. Erik turned with a frown. “What? No moral imprecations today?”

Charles bit his lip, and to Erik’s horror he saw tears glistening in his eyes. “Charles… I’m sorry, I didn’t…” Shit, he’d been teasing, nothing more! He’d never thought it would hurt Charles, he’d never meant to hurt him!

“You were younger than Francis,” Charles whispered, and he looked up to meet Erik’s eyes as the tears fell. “How could he… how could anyone?”

Erik knelt in front of Charles, hands hovering above an arm, a knee, so un-used to giving comfort. “It was a long time ago,” he said. “I’ve grown- I’m strong enough now. It’ll never happen again.”

“It should never have happened in the first place,” Charles said, clasping Erik’s hands between both of his own. “All he’s taken from you, when you were so young. And he’s going to take this from you too, your mercy--”

“I’ve killed before, Charles, many times. My soul is already broken.” He gave a crooked smile, trying to joke it away.

“And now you feel like you have to kill him, but you don’t. He’s already taken so many choices from you, don’t let him take one more.”

“I can’t let him live. I won’t.”

“Then let me help,” said Charles, so soft it was almost a whisper. “Let me… if I can get to his mind, I believe I can shut him away from his power. Let him live in the depths of a CIA prison, knowing what he used to be, what he can never be again. Let him see you turn your back on him and his murderous life, and let him know he failed.”

Erik stared at Charles. The room crackled with the force of Charles’ ferocity, the viciousness on his face. “You realise that’s not mercy,” Erik said slowly, his heart racing. He had never thought to be afraid of Charles before.

Charles nodded. “I know,” he whispered. “I thought… you were right. I’ve been so afraid, I’ve been running for so long I thought it was the same as standing up for myself, but… I see Francis and Arthur and I’m angry. I’m so angry that anyone dared lay a hand on them! And then I remember that was me. And it was you, and oh, God, Erik, you must have been so small, so afraid, and I am angry.”

Erik leaned up, straightening his body so he could reach Charles’ lips and kiss him, his free hand sinking into Charles’ soft hair so he could worship him. Charles froze for a moment, and then he was kissing him back, sliding forward on the chair to press their bodies together, tangling his fingers in Erik’s turtleneck and moaning into the kiss.

Like a sucker punch, Erik was swamped by a wave of emotions and thoughts, a storm of wanted him so long, so perfect, so beautiful, so powerful, of every touch Charles had ever stolen, every late night, every debate, every chess game. Every sensation right now, razor sharp, the wool under his skin, the taste of his lips, and just as Erik thought he’d faint from it, it receded.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Erik, please, please say something, oh God, what have I--”

“Charles,” Erik croaked, wrapping his hands around Charles’ wrists where they clung to his jumper. “It’s fine, I’m fine, just--”

“I’m so sorry,” Charles said. “I didn’t mean… I just…”

Erik smiled and stroked Charles’ cheek with his thumb. “I mean it - it was overwhelming but… is that how you feel? All of that?”

Charles bit his lip and looked up at him in a way that must surely be designed to melt Erik to the core. “Always, when I’m with you, my friend,” he said, and Erik kissed him once again.

Tagging everyone who interacted with the last chapter! (also the permanent tag list <3) Thank you!! @kungpao-giffy, (Done! Thank you ^_^) @insertmeaningfulusername, @mathmusicreading, @bugy-boo, (awwww I know!! Erik is such a dad!! Thank you!) @butterflymarvel, @writing-with-melon, @melonreblogsstories, @tteabea, @these-maginot-lines, @lyricfulloflight, @fullmetalcarer, @deathzpells, @ketchavies-thoorrrr666, @alchemagickal, @iamacommanderpotato, @thepaintingsafake, @gerec, @ikeracity, @triffidsandcuckoos, @thechaoticwave, @kaeden4, @iwillshipyouman, @kernezelda, @azulso, @akasanata, @rainbow-door, @vivavelle, @xcziel, @fxngsfogxarty, @marveltrashblog, @pumpkinspicedshane

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testing how publishing a post-dated fic appears on ao3feed blogs ACTUALLY POST-DATED

testing how publishing a post-dated fic appears on ao3feed blogs ACTUALLY POST-DATED https://ift.tt/3CotxlP by mathmusicreading testing how publishing a post-dated fic appears on ao3feed blogs ACTUALLY POST-DATED Words: 12, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/vxHDTwi November 17, 2023 at 03:40PM

[turtletotem]

I'm gonna tag everyone that responded to the interest check just to make sure no one misses it! @et219 @isagrimorie @plavoptice @kageillusionz @mango-yellow @crownedinwood @lyricfulloflight @mathmusicreading @fullmetalcarer @subtilior @kaydeefalls @opuncjaa @isamai @kianspo @seekthemist @gerec @niniblack @boringtochina @poeticallydead @phlebasphoenician @synonemous @panzercat @akasanata @monmouthcastle @alchemagickal @badkidsheartsofgold @sennkestra @kugure @skypilotdlm @averybritishsomething @luninosity @telepathicqueer @midrashic @ikeracity

Two chapters now available on Patreon!

Second chapter of the dancer prince/warrior princess arranged-marriage story (still untitled, argh) is now posted on my Patreon! The first chapter is open to the public. Come read it, and if you want to see more, sign up for $2 a month. :D I'll be posting at least two chapters a month!

A preview:

Spread out below Alti was a massacre.

The Sedilan soldiers were reduced to a pocket here and there, surrounded and fighting back to back, while Drohaini pulled dancers, cooks and pageboys out of their hiding places and gathered them at swords' point against the wagons. A muledriver who tried to fight back was slashed viciously across the face and left bleeding on the ground. Alti caught sight of the train commander, just as his pocket of soldiers collapsed, disappearing under flashing swords.

I can stop this. The thought held its own deep and particular terror, yet it stilled the fluttering panic in his gut. I am a prince of Sedila and I can stop this.

"We surrender!" he shouted, as loud as his lungs would shout. He tore at the flimsy turquoise bolero that was almost all he wore at present, aside from beads and ribbons—it made for a lousy flag of surrender, but it would have to do—and waved it above his head. "Put up your arms! We surrender!"

The Drohaini who heard him stopped, reached to stay their comrades' hands, spread the word—and the Sedilans collapsed in relief and despair, screams dying down into ragged weeping.

A rider in blood-spattered white armor, declared as commander by a helm with a gleaming white horsehair tail, approached the flagpole and called up to him.

"And who are you, boy, to declare surrender?"

The flagpole was creaking and splintering under his hands; rather than fall, Alti dropped, landing hard but in a controlled crouch before the commander's horse. Neither commander nor horse shied from the movement, he noticed, though several surrounding soldiers tensed and readied their steel. The commander put out a hand to keep them back.

Alti drew himself up to his full, unimpressive height. "I am Alti Reizanda of Sedila," he said. "Fourth son of the Royal House."

"Well." The commander pulled off his—no, her—helmet, exposing mussed and frazzled red-gold braids, and a face no older than Alti's own. "Isn't that interesting."

[capri-discord]

1) Since you guys talk about capri, do you know if there's a blog that helps people find fics? Sorry this isn't really relevant to your blog, I'm just not in the fandom community a lot and I need help. I'm looking for a fic I can only vaguely remember: I think Laurent gets dropped off at Damen's house because "he needs to stay somewhere for a while", the tone of the house is very quiet and mysterious, and I think it often rains and there's some "funny business"with Laurent leaving/getting a taxi

2) I think part of the plot is that there's a room Laurent never goes into, and there Damen is nursing an old/sick Laurent. I can't really remember the ending/reveal, whether it involves Laurent's or Damen's death or being sick/in a coma, but I think Auguste is mentioned and alive? I feel like part of why I can't find the fic again is that it's the author's only capri fic. Sorry for the bad description, and maybe the roles are reversed for Damen and Laurent . . .

Hi @mathmusicreading, we’re posting this in the tumblr tag and hopefully readers or even the authors are out there!

[jeanne-de-valois]

I know the contest is over, but did you see this? bridgewaterpodcast tumblr post/662436127566905345/bridgewater-fanart-contest-hey-bridgies-weve Because your Bridgewater fanart is amazing and deserves to be seen! (I can't believe I forgot about your Bridgewater art when this was originally announced, but it's because my brain is still stuck on "I want your Widower!Arc and your Godstiel With Mpreg comics!" I love Widower!Arc and Godstiel sounds like an awesome use of Mpreg, unhinged Car FTW!)

Hey! Yeah, I did notice the contest, it's been fun to see the fanworks rolling in! I thought about entering, but I didn't want to enter basically just sketches? I would have wanted to draw something more intricate which I ended up not having time for, so I didn't submit.

Also LMAO yeah I also want those comics, I need to carve out a pocket dimension so I have time to make them! I do have a Godstiel concept but it's not about The Children, I just have to find a way to hack it down so it's not prohibitively long. I have way too many prohibitively long comic ideas. They can't all be my overly long Demon!Dean comic, unfortunately. I wish I could write a fully unhinged Cas or Dean better though, I tend to like my Castiel controlling to a fault if he's gonna Lose It.

[fuckyeahtrimmons]

The Moby Dick Bet (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Antoine Triplett/Jemma Simmons; set in 1x19 The Only Light in the Darkness, before Simmons confronts Shitz about his behavior about Trip )

Trip: But I'm telling you, he[Coulson]'s chasing the white whale. LF: Okay. Have you even read "Moby Dick"?

Trip: Yeah. Have you? [1x18 Providence]

mathmusicreading

We know Trip was a big reader, so I'd like to prompt "books"!

On Ao3 with fixed text: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9131947 

“So, when did you read Moby Dick?” Jemma asked while they sat together at the cockpit while on the way back to the Providence from saving Audrey Nathan.

“At the Academy. I wanted to have something to read during any off times and since it’s a classic I thought I’d give it a try. I wanted something thick and heavy that would last a long time, since there are only some many books you can carry with you. Maybe not the best choice actually, but I got a cheap paperback right before I left. I actually ended up finishing on a dare.” Trip answered with his customary smile that Jemma couldn’t help but emulate.

“A dare? What kind of dare?”

“I started reading it the second night at the Academy. One of my roommates saw me reading it and bet me I couldn’t finish it in 3 weeks.”

“Mody Dick in 3 weeks?” Jemma gasped. “I’ve tried reading it and it would probably take me at least 3 months. Who dared you?”

“Dan Monroe. He ended being my partner, right before—Before Garrett.” Trip’s smile dimmed.

Jemma gave him a comforting smile, although he couldn’t really see it since he was flying the plane. “I’m sorry for you loss.”

“He was one of the best friends a man could have. Naturally, we didn’t know each other before the Academy, but we became fast friends because of that bet.” Trip’s smile had come back slowly when he talked about Dan. It feels good to talk about him.

“So, what did you win, with the bet?”

“What makes you think I won?” Trip looked at Jemma with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Your face and voice. Besides, tt seems just like the type of challenge you’d take to.” Jemma smiled.

“You’re right. The first time, I read it in 17 days.” Trip said smugly.

“17?!?!?! That’s---”

“The bet didn’t say I had to read *and* understand the book in 3 weeks,” Trip couldn’t help but laugh. “I read it again right after. It’s a bit slow going but it does interesting things with metaphor.”

Jemma laughs. Trip is such so cute. “So what did you win?”

“Dan did my cleaning shifts for 3 weeks.”

“I’d read Moby Dick for that price.”

“I could make you that bet. The Providence doesn’t clean itself you know,” Trip gave Jemma his most charming smile and Jemma can’t help but respond to it with one of her own.

“You still have your cheap paperback? I’d love to lord it over Fitz. I *know* he hasn’t read it.”

“I do. I’ll get it to you once we land.” They exchange smiles again which reminded Jemma of something. She really needs to talk to Fitz about how he’s treating Trip. She’s also already making plans on how to beat Trip’s Moby Dick reading time.