#matt ryan fanfic

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing, piracy

I ducked as a bottle went flying over my head. Kidd smiled at me and shrugged. I rolled my eyes as I maneuvered over to him.

“where’s Edward?” I asked, yelling over the din of the bar.

“Last I heard he was scoping out the encampment.” He called back. I nodded and leaned against the bar. “He might have headed back to the jackdaw. I haven’t heard any commotion from that area so he didn’t get caught.” I nodded my thanks and started to make my way through the bar again. “(Y/N)! Be careful! Just because I haven’t heard anything, doesn’t mean there wasn’t something that happened.”

“thanks Kidd!” I called before pushing out into the sunlight. Turning around, I looked both ways before climbing up and heading to the roof. I squatted down and ran to the edge before jumping off. A Spanish patrol passed beneath me and I paused, trying to prevent them from hearing me. Once they passed, I continued on my way to the docks. I jumped from the building to a tree and climbed down.

“ah I see you’re training to be an assassin too.” Edward teased as he pushed off the boxes he was leaning against. “You made it just in time by the way. We’re just loading up now. We leave at sundown.” I nodded.

“Kidd told me what you did.” I said as I walked with him up the gangway. “Find anything useful?”

“I think we may need to go to Florida.” Edward said quietly.

“with half the Spanish armada and the British navy between us and there.” I pointed out. Edward nodded.

“I know.” He whispered. “We’re going to Cuba first. Make some upgrades to the jackdaw.” I nodded. “You trust me about this don’t you?” He asked, hand on my arm.

“course i do.” I said. “Teach in on this?” Edward shook his head. “Damn. We could use his firepower.”

“I asked about a ship or at least borrowing his cannons. He turned me down. Didn’t want to get involved anymore than he already is.” Edward sighed.

“fucking honor.” I muttered. Edward nodded.

“we’ll get through this.” He promised. I nodded and he squeezed my arm. “Hall anchor! Raise the top sail! We’re heading out!”

[gwen-de-rolo]

matthew gray gubler, matt ryan i thank you for your service BECAUSE GODDAMN

[petty-d4bblr]

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13980563/0/

A short fanfic I wrote for some closure on John Constantine and Zari Tarazi's relationship in Legends of Tomorrow. I incorporated some Hellblazer comic and NBC's Constantine show tidbits in there, too, but you don't really need a good grounding in either to read it.

Summary:

John Constantine has been in London for 3 months since departing from The Legends, but a spot of Hell-hound trouble leads to him entering the Hell dimension version of the Mansion to escape, where he runs into a grief-stricken Zari, for whom only a week has passed since his departure.

[dilfsxysh]

NAVIGATION

me ⇨ im a new-ish writer and go by she/her. i also dont have a laptop at the moment so all of this is written on my phone, thus meaning there will be vigorous spelling mistakes.

my work ⇨ ill write what i want and what people request as long as its not weird. ill write smut, fluff, and angst for anyone. and youre all responsible for what you read, not me.

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MASTERLIST

jake gyllenhaal (and most of his characters) -

james franco -

josh hutcherson (and most of his characters) -

- envy

rick grimes -

glenn rhee -

daryl dixon -

finnick odair -

simon ‘ghost’ riley -

aaron taylor johnson -

penn badgley / joe goldberg -

evan peters -

idris elba -

tom hardy (and some of his characters) -

ryan reynolds / deadpool -

daniel kaluuya / oj haywood -

bill skarsgard -

aaron hotchner -

matthew gray gubler / spencer reid -

chris / matt sturniolo 😭 -

markiplier -

zach tinker / jacob custos -

[bluemargotrobbie]

CAMARA ROLL | TREND| AEMMA VELARYON 📸

No puedo evitar hacer este trend con lo que sería que fotos tendría Aemma en sus teléfonos.

📚: 𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗠𝗔 (publicado)

🖋: LunaticaBlack (wattpad)

🌎: HOTD

💌: Aemond, Aegon T& Cregan Stark

👤: Aemma Velaryon

[badcatrobot]

I wish I didn't have unsupervised internet access because now there's smut of middle aged men on my phone and I'm too stupid to not read it

[punkmacabre-arc]

every time i go into the constantine / hellblazer tag i leave viscerally scarred because genuinely what does danny phantom and herbert west from reanimator have to do with ANYTHING 😭

[nightfall-by-jacqui-natla]

11. EPPING FOREST

AS WE MADE OUR WAY THROUGH THE twisting paths of Epping Forest, the only noise that could be heard was the gentle purr of the engine. Eventually, the car came to a stop in the desolate car park, encircled by the eerie blackness of the trees. It was evident that no one would willingly enter this void, but we had a different purpose in mind.

The engine sputtered to a halt and the headlights dimmed, enveloping us in complete darkness. Stepping out onto the ground, our feet sank into the soft soil beneath us. The forest stretched out before us, a vast realm of shadows and enigmas.

The moon remained hidden, obscured by the dense foliage above. This was a relief, as we knew the Children of the Moon would not be in their true state tonight. Nevertheless, we proceeded cautiously, our senses sharp and alert. In this forest, anything was possible.

As we ventured deeper into the impenetrable thicket, the symphony of nature's whispers grew louder, the rustling of twigs and the crunching of leaves beneath our feet echoing through the towering trees. Gabriel led the way, his footsteps resolute and self-assured, cutting through the dense undergrowth with purpose. Suddenly, he came to an abrupt halt, and we mirrored his actions, our eyes fixated on his every move as he pivoted to face us, his gaze filled with a mix of caution and anticipation.

"Deer are abundant in this forest," Gabriel declared, his voice calm and composed. "We usually capture three or four every month."

Intrigued, I couldn't resist but inquire, "Aren't they endangered due to hunting?"

Gabriel chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Not in this forest. The deer population here is carefully monitored and managed to ensure their survival. We only take what we need, and we do so with respect for the balance of nature."

As we continued our journey deeper into the forest, I couldn't help but marvel at the harmony that existed between man and nature in this secluded wilderness. Gabriel's knowledge of the land and its inhabitants was truly remarkable, and I found myself eager to learn more about his way of life.

Gabriel's gaze bore into me, filled not only with concern but also a hint of fear. It was as if he could sense the insatiable hunger that gnawed at my insides, threatening to consume me whole. His voice, laced with urgency, pierced through the silence, "You must learn to control your thirst."

The ache in my gut intensified, a constant reminder of the void that needed to be filled. My parched throat begged for relief, aching with every swallow. Desperation washed over me, and I instinctively reached for my throat, hoping to ease the discomfort that plagued me.

Joseph interjected, his voice steady and matter-of-fact, "You'll have to go hunting."

With a resolute nod, we ventured into the depths of the forest, our bodies moving with an otherworldly grace and fluidity. The world around us blurred as we sprinted at an astonishing speed, our senses heightened to an extraordinary level. The symphony of nature enveloped us, the vibrant colors and melodious sounds of the forest captivating my senses. I couldn't help but marvel at the intricate tapestry of life that surrounded us.

Finally, we arrived at the precipice of a cliff, the vast expanse of nature stretching out before us. Gabriel's voice, gentle yet commanding, broke through the tranquility, "Close your eyes."

I obeyed, trusting in his guidance, as the world around me faded into darkness.

"What do you hear?" he inquired.

I focused intently, my ears attuned to the hoot of an owl, the chattering of a squirrel, and then...the gentle rustling of a deer. Its heart raced at their own pace and rhythm and as I opened my eyes, I beheld the creature serenely grazing nearby. The scent of its blood wafted towards me, enticing and warm, and I knew what I had to do.

With a deliberate, unhurried motion, I crouched down and crept towards the deer, my heart pounding in my chest. Gabriel, Joseph, and Simon followed closely behind, their eyes fixed on me, their expressions a mix of anticipation and caution. The forest was alive with the sounds of rustling leaves and distant bird calls, but all I could focus on was the majestic creature before me.

As I neared my target, the scent of animal blood filled my nostrils, overpowering and intoxicating. It was a primal instinct, one that I had tried to suppress for so long. Gabriel's observation echoed in my mind, reminding me of the truth I had been denying - the allure of the hunt, the taste of fresh kill, it was something that surpassed any human experience.

I could feel the hunger gnawing at my insides, a hunger that had been dormant for far too long. The predator within me was awakening, its primal instincts taking over. The deer, unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows, continued to graze peacefully, its senses dulled by the tranquility of the forest.

With precision and unwavering focus, I embarked on my hunt, determined to capture my prey. The exhilaration of the chase surged through my veins, heightening my senses and keeping me on high alert.

However, just as I was poised to make my move, an unexpected interruption shattered my concentration. A captivating and intoxicating scent wafted into my nostrils, diverting my attention from the deer I had been diligently tracking.

It was the unmistakable aroma of humans, a group of cyclists traversing the forest. My acute senses detected the presence of at least five distinct scents, each one alluring and tempting in its own unique way. But then, fate intervened as one of the cyclists tumbled from his bike, sustaining an injury that released the tantalizing scent of fresh blood into the air. It was an irresistible allure that I simply could not resist.

The deer's scent faded into oblivion as I lifted my head, inhaling deeply, my body trembling with anticipation. My focus had shifted entirely, and now, my sole motivation was fixated on the human cyclist and the sweet nectar of his blood.

Simon's urgent plea fell on deaf ears as I ignored his warning. Gabriel and Joseph's alarmed expressions only fueled my determination.

I couldn't resist the primal urge that consumed me. With my black hair billowing in the wind, I charged towards the injured cyclist.

Every fiber of my being was alive with the thrill of the hunt. The scent of blood hung heavy in the air, propelling me towards my target. Like a shadow, I raced towards the unsuspecting human, ready to pounce.

The wind howled in my ears, urging me forward, urging me to unleash the predator that lay dormant within me. I could feel the power surging through my body, propelling me faster and faster towards my target.

The scent of blood hung heavy in the air, intoxicating and irresistible. It mingled with the earthy aroma of the surrounding forest, creating a heady cocktail that fueled my desire. It was a scent that triggered a primal response, awakening the ancient instincts that lay dormant within me.

Halting suddenly, I fixated my gaze upon the unsuspecting human, my predatory instincts kicking in as my body coiled, ready to strike. However, just as I was about to unleash my attack, my attention was diverted by a mysterious presence concealed within the dense greenery.

Emerging from the shadows was a figure, shrouded in a mystifying silhouette resembling that of a man, his eyes emanating an eerie crimson glow. The details of his attire and appearance remained elusive, leaving me intrigued and uncertain.

Silently, his gaze shifted from the injured cyclist to me, as if we shared a common prey that one of us would ultimately feast upon. Despite my instincts screaming at me to flee, I found myself inexplicably drawn to him, a strange sense of curiosity and fascination taking hold of me.

Instead of either of us making a move towards the cyclist, we stood there, locked in a gaze, as if engaged in a silent battle of wills.

I could feel the power emanating from him, a force that both intrigued and intimidated me. His presence seemed to command respect and fear simultaneously, a paradox that left me feeling both drawn to him and wary of his intentions.

As we stood there, a silent understanding passed between us, a recognition of each other's strength and capabilities. It was as if we were two predators sizing each other up, each waiting for the other to make the first move. And yet, there was a strange sense of camaraderie in that moment, a shared understanding of the primal instincts that drove us both.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as I stood there, lost in a whirlwind of emotions. Soon enough, Gabriel, Joseph, and Simon caught up with me, their voices harmonizing in a chorus of concern. "Violet, please, just stop!" Joseph's voice boomed with authority, yet beneath the surface, I sensed his own frustration and exasperation.

"I'm sorry," Gabriel's voice carried a tinge of remorse, though it failed to quench the burning curiosity within me. "I didn't realise there will be anyone far from the paths."

Once again, the scent of the cyclist's blood wafted into my nostrils, momentarily causing me to forget about the enigmatic figure. "Just... let me bite him," I pleaded, my voice dripping with desperation.

"You're out of your mind right now," Simon's voice remained resolute, his gaze locked onto mine. "You're not thinking clearly. You're not considering the consequences that will follow."

But I couldn't bring myself to listen to reason. The primal urge within me was too strong, too overwhelming. I could feel the hunger gnawing at my insides, demanding to be sated.

"Violet," Gabriel spoke, his voice soft yet commanding. "You must resist. You are stronger than this. You are not a slave to your instincts."

I bristled at his words, feeling the anger and frustration building inside me. "You're reacting as if I've committed a crime," I spat out, my voice dripping with venom.

"You're on the brink of it," Joseph's voice was firm, his gaze unwavering. "If you take a human life just to quench your thirst, with others as witnesses, word will spread and you'll face the consequences."

I glanced at the human cyclist, the desire for blood still pulsing through my veins. Yet, Gabriel's gentle words reached me, calming the tempest raging inside.

"Violet, please hear me out," he murmured softly. "Carlisle shared what happened when you were near Bella. If you could resist then, you can do the same with others."

I gazed at the human before me, struggling to maintain control over my primal instincts. Memories of Bella and the Cullens flooded my mind, intertwining with the words Gabriel had spoken. And then, it hit me. I hadn't attacked Bella.

Why had I resisted sinking my teeth into her flesh, despite being commanded, or rather, forced to do so? It was the very purpose of my transformation into a creature of the night. To become a monster, seeking revenge for her. For what had happened to her true mate. Victoria never showed any concern for our existence. She didn't care if we lived or died. I bet she wouldn't hesitate to let the Volturi destroyed us.

These thoughts led me to contemplate an alternative scenario. What if the newborns emerged triumphant? What if the Cullens were defeated? And what if I had taken Bella's life? Would Victoria have embraced us, keeping us close like a cherished family? Or would she have discarded us like a stray pup, desperately searching for a place to belong? Perhaps she would have slaughtered us, just like the Volturi or the Cullens did. Or maybe, like those wild wolves.

I shut my eyes tightly, desperately trying to suppress the primal instinct that threatened to overpower me. Gabriel's words echoed in my mind, reminding me that I had resisted this urge in the past, and I could do it again.

Inhaling deeply, I turned my back on the human cyclist and made my way back towards Gabriel, Joseph, and Simon. Speaking softly, I acknowledged, "You're right. I'm sorry."

As I stole a quick glance at the humans, a pang of guilt washed over me. They had rushed to help the injured cyclist, proving Gabriel's point that not all humans were deserving of fear. If I could resist the allure of Bella's blood, surely I could do the same with other humans. However, the mere thought of staying any longer in their presence made my skin crawl.

"I need to get out of here," I muttered through clenched teeth, the urgency evident in my voice.

Gabriel acknowledged my sentiment with a nod. "I can assist you," he offered.

Before he could react, I bolted towards the forest in a sprint. The deer awaited me, their eyes shimmering in the shadows. I could almost sense them teasing me, challenging me to catch them.

I crept closer to the deer, hidden by my invisibility cloak. They roamed around, completely unaware of my presence. In one swift movement, I attacked. The deer tried to react, but it was futile. I had already bitten into its flesh, consuming its life essence.

As I indulged, I could feel my strength returning, my hunger satisfied. The deer's blood was a delicious treat, and I relished every sip. After I was done, I deactivated my invisibility and cleaned the blood off my lips.

I knew that I had to be careful not to leave any evidence of my presence behind. The forest was my hunting ground, and I had to maintain the delicate balance between satisfying my hunger and not drawing attention to myself.

As I rose from the earthly ground, I reflected on the nature of my existence. I was a creature of the night, a predator who relied on the life force of others to sustain myself. It was an existence I still need to get used to, and now it were only ways to survive.

I knew that I would have to hunt again soon, as the hunger would inevitably return. But for now, I was content. The taste of the deer's blood still lingered on my lips, a reminder of the power that coursed through my veins.

With the blood satiating my thirst, my mind wandered to the mysterious figure with glowing eyes that had watched me as the human cyclist bled. There was an inexplicable pull towards that shadowy presence.

I couldn't shake the feeling that there was a connection between us, a shared understanding of the darkness that consumed us both. It was as if we were kindred spirits, bound by our insatiable hunger and the secrets we carried.

As I ventured deeper into the forest, my senses heightened, searching for any sign of the enigmatic figure. The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting eerie shadows on the forest floor. Every rustle of leaves, every distant howl of a wolf, seemed to whisper the presence of the mysterious being.

I followed the trail of my own scent, a mixture of the deer's blood and my own essence, hoping it would lead me closer to the figure. The forest seemed to come alive around me, the trees whispering secrets and the wind carrying whispers of ancient knowledge.

Finally, I caught a glimpse of movement in the distance. A figure, clothed in darkness, stood beneath a towering oak tree. Its eyes, glowing like embers in the night, locked onto mine. There was a silent understanding between us, a recognition of the shared burden we carried.

Approaching cautiously, I felt a strange mixture of fear and excitement. The figure remained still, its presence commanding and mysterious. As I drew nearer, I could see the faint outline of a smile on its face, a smile that held both wisdom and a hint of danger.

Gabriel, Joseph, and Simon soon discovered me, their expressions a blend of shock and admiration.

"Well, I must say, I'm impressed," Joseph remarked, giving me a hearty pat on the back. "You managed to resist the urge for human blood during the hunt."

"Even the most experienced vampires struggle with that," Simon chimed in.

"But you have shown remarkable self-control," Gabriel added, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at their words. I thought it would be years of discipline and training to reach this point, to be able to resist the primal urge that coursed through my veins. The hunt had been exhilarating, the scent of fresh blood filling the night air, tempting me at every turn. But I had managed to suppress the hunger, to rise above my instincts and maintain my humanity.

"I was afraid you had lost yourself," Joseph remarked.

Attempting to shed light on the situation, I began, "There was this mysterious figure..."

Curiosity evident in his tone, Gabriel inquired, "What do you mean, Violet?"

I gestured towards the spot where the figure had been standing, only to find it had vanished. "It was right there, observing me."

Simon's curiosity piqued, he questioned, "What did it look like?"

Unable to provide a clear answer, I replied, "I couldn't see its face, but I did catch a glimpse of its piercing red eyes."

Gabriel's eyebrows furrowed in concern as he processed my words. "That's concerning."

Joseph's voice held a hint of skepticism as he chimed in, "Are you sure you weren't just imagining things, Violet? It could have been a trick of the light."

I shook my head adamantly, my heart still racing from the encounter. "No, I'm certain. It felt so real, like it was watching me with intent."

Simon leaned forward, his eyes filled with curiosity and a touch of excitement. "This mysterious figure, did it say or do anything?"

I paused, recalling the chilling moment. "No, it didn't speak or make any sudden movements. It simply observed me, almost as if it was studying my every move."

Gabriel's eyebrows furrowed even deeper, his concern evident in his furrowed brow. He leaned in closer, his voice laced with worry. "Violet, this doesn't sound like something we should take lightly. We need to be cautious and alert."

I nodded in agreement, feeling a shiver run down my spine at the memory of those ember eyes.

"It's time to go back," Gabriel interjected, breaking the tension. "Our family must be wondering where we are."

We got into the car, the smell of deer blood still lingering in the air. Driving away, a sense of liberation washed over me. Perhaps I could resist the temptation of human blood after all.

Yet, the image of the shadowy figure lingered in my mind. I didn't know its intentions or identity. It observed me from the shadows, its ember eyes haunting my thoughts. They spoke of caution and vigilance, but I couldn't shake off my concern for the figure's fate if discovered.

Fear gripped me, but curiosity also tugged at my mind.

[phoebeonthephone]

Today’s prompt here on on Fanfics I Never Wrote: different iterations of John Constantine meeting. I want Matt Ryan’s surly disaster bisexual energy bouncing off of Keanu Reeves’ quiet, sardonic, introverted but dickish energy. Probably set before Matt!Constantine’s show, or between his show and his run in Legends of Tomorrow.

It’s the age of the multiverse, baby!

[craftingmad]

I’m still learning how to properly share my work on here. Hopefully I’m doing this right.

Title: Homesick Chapter One

Pairing: Matt Smith Ryan Corr + female character

Word Count: 533

Warnings: None

Description: it’s only the first chapter so not many words as I am trying to work out the details.

Chapter One

He sat on the wall with his back to everybody, his shoulders slumped. I stood watching him from the other side of the gardens. The conversation around me seemed like distant noise, my entire focus was on him. “What do you think?” “Sorry,” I replied. “What are we talking about?” “Going to the Winter Fair next week. You are not really with me tonight, are you?” Matt asked wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer to him. “I suppose not,” I smiled softly. “Are we all going?” “The whole cast.” I looked over at him again. He had turned his head to look at us all. Our eyes met for a brief second before he turned back. “Looking forward to it,” I lied. “Please excuse me. I will be back in a minute.” I kissed Matt on the cheek and went over to the garden wall. He was nursing a glass of Mulled Wine and shivering slightly from the cold. “Are you okay?” I asked standing just to the side of him. “You’ve been quiet for days.” He glanced up at me but said nothing. “May I?” He nodded, pointing to the spot next to him. “Feeling homesick? Bet you hate all this chilly weather.” “I don’t mind the cold.” “What is wrong?” “Nothing.” “I am no idiot though. I can tell something is wrong.” “You already know what is wrong.” “Do I?” “Yes.” “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” “Not anymore.” He looked over his shoulder and I looked too. Matt was standing talking to the other party guests.“It’s to do with Matt?” I asked surprised. “What if it is?” “What has Matt got to do with this? I thought you got on well.” “We do.” “I’m confused.” “It does not matter. You’d better get back to boyfriend. I am sure he is missing you.” He drained the last of his drink, placed the empty glass on the wall, jumped down and walked away. I watched him till he was out of sight. “Didn’t tell you anything, did he.” Matt said standing behind me. “Something is going on and I am going to find out what. I cannot stand people being sad at this time of year. He did say he is homesick; I could help with that.” “You’re already scheming then.” “You know me,” I smirked. “The homesick part you might be able to help with, but the being in love part you won’t.” “Who is he in love with?” “No idea,” Matt shrugged. “Will not tell me. Come on, I have people I still want you to meet.” I fell onto the bed hours later. I was exhausted. I had not met so many people in one night. Social situations were never my strong point, but Matt had lovingly swept me along. I lay twirling a loose strand of hair around my finger. The way he had looked at Matt had made no sense. It was almost as if he was jealous of him. I lay for what felt like hours mulling things over. Finally I decided it was none of my business just as a knock came upon the door.

[ryanwritesfanfiction]

My favorite "obscure" Leigh Whannell characters

In no particular order, characters from the Leigh Whannell Universe that people don't really write or talk about (prolly bc they only have 5 mins of screentime) but I love

Jared Ryan - Blue Heelers (S6 ep27/S7 ep24)

why did he lowkey steal my high school outfits lol. I wanna read/ write fanfics about him even though he has like 5 seconds of screen time but no one writes about him ;-;

2. Axl - The Matrix: Reloaded (2003)

idk hes just so boyfriend. and his outfit in the matrix is so cool I also wish people would write about him bc I also love the matrix I feel like there's huge writing potential for Axl

3. Neil Sampson - Doggie Heaven (2008)

HEAR ME OUT. like i know the movie is weird af but like neil sampson. Like he gives awkward less stylish jesse pinkman in a way? idk like if we ignore the plot lol like plz someone hear me out

4. Donovan - The Debt Collector (2012)

im prolly gonna write headcanons abt him at some point idk yet. like he's so cool and like as an emo bitch myself like he could be my emo boyfriend fr

5. Darren - Lavalantula (2015)

like he's probs an asshole but like i want him. i feel like he would be so sassy also why is he dressed like mr peanut butter from bojack horseman and he's a director like direct me to ur phone number lol

6. Larry Redmond - The Bye Bye Man (2017)

he kinda gives like grandpa specs yknow like but hes so cutie

7. Matt - Keep Watching (2017)

this movie was so mid but matt. i love him like he gives stoner bf and he's so scruffy and stuff like ah I need him

[bunnakit]

Music tag! Thank you @haahka !!

Rules: put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up and tag 10 people

The Night We Met - Lord Huron this has gotten me through many a fanfic writing

Game of Survival - Ruelle

Darkside - Alan Walker (feat. Au/Ra and Tomine Harket) this is from my death stranding days (someday ill finish that game)

Learn to Fly - Foo Fighters i am a grunge rock bitch until i die

Insatiable - Masayoshi Soken this boss fight music has no right going this hard

Ocean Man - Ween i don't wanna talk about it, actually

Save Your Tears (Remix) - The Weeknd & Ariana Grande

Dancing After Death - Matt Maeson if anyone reads my webnovel this is one of caius' theme songs

Free Fall (Love) this should need no explanation

LEViT∆TE - 96 (feat. Kody Ryan) if you ever have the opportunity to listen this while high af i highly recommend

not tagging anyone bc i have tagging anxiety but anyone pls feel free to do it idk

[littlehollyleaf]

Ah bugger I've just realised since Dead Boy Detectives is explicitly in the TV Sandman universe their Constantine is Jenna

...which is fine, she's great, it's...fine...

But ah, I was having cool imaginings of them meeting Matt Ryan's John...

Yeah yeah fanfic, and they prob won't bother to crossover Constantine into the show anyway, but, still... when considering canon I'll feel somewhat limited now...

Ah well

[johnnyutah]

i wish i wasn’t a supermassiveHATER and could still enjoy until dawn w my whole ass but. firstly i had friendships fall apart/fade in that fandom and that’s always kind of a painful thing to deal with so i don’t necessarily want to return to those memories. it makes me kind of sad to think about people i used to be close to who now exist in my periphery. also some of the most obnoxious/evil people i’ve ever known have been loud & proud ud stans and it puts me off. Secondly i’m pretty uncomfortable with the supermassive fandom in general, there is so much homophobia and misogyny and ableism but it is like RACISM CITY in there. i remember when the quarry dropped (which is exponentially better than UD btw) and everyone was so racist and ableist about ryan like i still block ryan haters on sight LMFAO! and the fandom has been racist since until dawn, and i definitely contributed to that w my poorly researched fanfics but jesus christ some people in the fandom just refused to engage critically with it at all. i think about how people talked about matt and emily and josh and THE GAME’S ‘MONSTERS’ and i break out in hives. thirdly i’ve just moved onto better horror— until dawn was a stepping stone for me but now i’m not sure it would even crack my top 5 horror games. i’ve grown.

but all that being said. if the UD secret santa does happen i will absolutely jump right back in to write some gay shit. it is needed 🫶

[kennyomegasweave]

Shipper Tag Game

I was tagged by @foralleternityidiot! Thank you!

1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore? Christian/Sean from Nip/Tuck. Letting them go was the first step in me trying to free myself from the demon that is Ryan Murphy and his shows.

2. Which ship would you consider your first one? Eric/Jack from Boy Meets World. I shipped them before I even knew what shipping was. You couldn't tell me shit about them and you still can't. They were, are, and always will be in love. You will never change my mind.

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple? So I didn't get into fic until WAY late, like 2008. Which is weird cause I was on message boards and in so many LJ comms, but I just didn't read it. Keeping that in mind, it was Phlochte. I'm not proud but I'm not as embarrassed as I should be. If you knew anything about those two back then, you'd get it okay. lol

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over? I don't actually. I still don't seek out fanart, so I'm not surprised I don't remember the first one I saw.

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse? I still have anti-delena and anti-stydia tags on old posts on this account sooo...lol. But I was never in the inbox, messages, comments, or posts of people who actually liked those ships! People just came to me to fight when I would post my hate posts on my own account.

6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently? The previous answer answers that, lol. But I don't have any currently. I've hit the point where if I love a ship that's not happening and/or I hate the main pairing, I tend to just peace out. I only ever had NOTPs cause I wouldn't quit shows, but now I'll drop them. I keep up with my faves through gifsets with no need to actually watch the show.

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read? WangXian. I finished the show in four days and read all five books in five days. I have been OBSESSED for like a month.

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs? I will never not have OTPs, lol. Current: CaptainKeen, CharlieBabe, NorthSonic, KhemThongthai, WangXian, Buddie All time favorites: Stelena, Scallison, Matt/Elektra, Amy/Rory, Ian/Mickey, Spashley, TeamWin, PalmNueng, PrapaiSky, Brittana, Pacey/Joey, DeanCas, Graham/Megan, Amy/Lucy Diamond, Webgott

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together? Of course. I have more noncanon ships than canon since gay ships really just weren't happening back in the day. I also have several ships that got together but broke up, which I think also answers this question. The biggest will always be Shane/Carmen. It's been 18 years since Shane left Carmen at the altar and I'm still mad.

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting? I'm watching Playboyy and I didn't give a shit about AobPuen and I didn't really care about PromNont but now I'm invested in them both. AobPuen got me in literally one episode. PromNont became intriguing when Prom gave Nont the gun and then it's just built from there.

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over? I watched and loved Love Syndrome III in 2023 so obviously I have hella ships from the past that would get me cancelled. I regret nothing.

12. What was your favorite crack ship? I honestly think I've only ever had one crack ship and that was ChanBig and it went from laughing online to "I am fully pretending this was actually happening and Chan and Big are fucking in the sky now, thank you, god bless" in record time.

13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics of? This isn't a fair question since a lot of my ships just don't have fic written about them. But I'm currently all up in WangXian fic.

14. What most of your ships usually have in common? I tend to like ships that are ~unhealthy~ ~toxic~ and ~problematic~. No regerts.

15. What do you absolutely hate in a ship? Just not talking to each other. I don't need them to agree, sometimes even on anything, but they have to talk. I don't care if they yell, fight, punch each other, whatever, as long as they talk. I don't like miscommunication because of that either. Because if you're actually talking, there's not miscommunication.

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Anyway, heard the new DC movie and TV announcements. The only thing that stirred anything in me was Swamp Thing, a mix of excitement and dread. Because...because...what if John shows up? I know the idea should thrill me but frankly, they've been dropping that ball for years. Most of his comics have been shit, Justice League Dark is shit, the TV show is abysmal, and no, I don't like Matt Ryan in the role, I don't care if he "looks the part". That always sounded like a dog whistle anyway, harkening back to the point that John was played by a biracial man in the movie. And God forbid. Look, the movie isn't perfect, but at least it got the right feel down. It's a very serviceable Hellblazer au and I will die on that hill.

Regarding DC and their attempt to be cohesive and compete with the MCU, man it's too fuckin late. It's a mess. Just focus on the movies being good. It worked with WonderWoman, BoP, Gunn's SuSquad, and I guess The Batman (I didn't like it, sorry I'm still pouting in the corner over the edgelord Riddler, like we could have had a Moriarty vibe, but no, we get some ham-fisted social commentary in the shape of Edward Nigma reimagined as some accelerationist reactionary. Fuck off. Absolutely do not @ me). Also, baffling choices all around. It just all too convoluted. If they want to reboot and try again, fine, but that means you have to build consistency. It does not mean planning a sequel to The Batman while also another Batman movie without Rob and also Damian without even featuring another Robin like fucking seriously where is Dick? Jason? Tim? Not to mention they're basing that story off the Grant Morrison comic that has aged poorly in many people's eyes. What made the MCU so strong is allowing it to be its own thing. Yes, it references and draws inspiration from comics, but in a transformative way, like fanfic. Sometimes it doesn't always work, but at least it's consistent. I feel like DC has had a complicated relationship with the fan base since Man of Steel. I'll be frank, though I genuinely like Zack Snyder as a director, even if I think a lot of the takeaways from his movies are...bleak, at best, I don't think he was the right fit for those characters. I think DC is drawing from the comics in perhaps a more authentic way, but also in a very alienating way. Like, it's not good for the casual superhero movie enjoyer. For example, I hear when it comes to The Batman and Joker sequels existing outside the universe they're planning are going to be considered Elseworld stories which...fine, cool even, but who the fuck but nerds even knows what that means?

Anyway, I just wanted to get some tangentially related thoughts down. I just need DC to leave my son alone or give me all the money to write him.