#my favourite fics

[andromeda4004]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤

I've had this ask from @aracloptia now as well, so I should get on with it! Top 5 favourite (I've only written eight) in no particular order:

let's start with my latest one, The Flower Bed. Written with many juicy ideas inspired by @illustrious-slimeman and his jaw-dropping art, as part of the Pollen Count event this spring. There's hardly been a day since it came out that I don't get more kudos on it, and I guess that goes to show - E rated fics do pick up more readers!

next my only other E rated fic, Vaster than Empires, part of the Song and Poetry Exchange this year. My first attempt at writing proper smut in years, and I am so very pleased with how it came out.

I won't be making much of a habit of writing smut, though, because it takes me much too long! Antoinette is more my wheelhouse, plenty of psychological exploration of the characters and soulful pining in a period piece. 1920s ineffable wives, anyone?

My first GO fic was an absolute ride for me as a writer - how I wrote that much that fast I remain unsure! Morningstar Abbey is a GO human AU in the rough plot of Northanger Abbey, my first and still my most popular story, and if you like the sound of "Austen but make everyone bi, oh and let's make Gabriel femme, just for fun" you might like it too!

lastly, my personal favourite, Mission: Ineffable. This one is such a niche choice for an AU, but I swear it works! Aziraphale the hardworking but overly-trusting spy who gets betrayed, Crowley the flirty redheaded arms-dealer who comes to his rescue. I had so much fun with this one, to the extent that the sequel is about half-written, and I do intend to adapt the whole film series in the end (there's a spreadsheet with all the planning on it...) So if you like it, do subscribe, there will be more!

Thanks for the tags, and it's wonderful to see everyone's favourites - do share yours if you'd like to!

[javelinbk]

My favourite fics, part 1/?

tomorrow, i'll miss you by moeexyz (aka @pauls1967moustache)

Summary: 1960: Paul gets deported from Hamburg. John stays. 1969: Paul meets John in London, touring his new book.

Story type: Alternative Universe - Canon Divergence Tags: Alternative Universe - Canon Divergence; Before Sunset AU POV: Paul Angst level: 🔵🔵🔵⚪️⚪️ Fluff level: 🔵🔵🔵🔵⚪️ Smut level: 🔵⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ Why I love it: Probably mo's saddest* but most romantic fic. The base concept - the idea of not only the band not making it, but of John and Paul being apart all those years - is heart-breaking. But I love the bittersweetness of their reunion, how they still have that bond all those years later, and how they're both still incredibly fond (and incredibly insane) about each other. And the stilted awkwardness of their conversations, how they're both clearly pining and both in pain, but trying not to show it is *chef's kiss* (*edited to add: when I say sad, I just mean at the start. It does have a happy ending!) Favourite detail/moment: John keeps looking down at Paul's hand. Paul doesn't know why, and assumes he's looking at his watch, but it turns out (spoiler) he's spotted Paul's wedding ring. And I love that they both kept things over the years - John's guitar, Paul's letters, their old set lists. Favourite line/passage: Too many to list, but I'll give it a go...

That's John, Paul thinks. There's something lovely under there, if you find the grace to coax it out.

"It's alright. You expect it to be worse than it is. Society and all." He rolls his eyes, like he's above it, though it smarts, a little—the idea of John having to face the disapproval of society, like that. "Are people cruel?" Paul asks, knowing it's a stupid thing to say, but still. He needs— He'd just like to know.

It doesn't overwhelm Paul, and it doesn't please him. It's just a state of reality; something he knows he has to live with—as benign and tragic as the last nine years. John wrote a book for him, and Paul waited for him, and all that means, really, is that they ended up here.

"I thought it was just one of those things," he continues. "Like Father Christmas; everybody knows they're supposed to pretend, so nobody brings it up in front of the children, and it's only when you grow up that you understand the harsh truth of it."

Please read it if you haven’t - and re-read if you have!

[mostlyinthemorning]

Hey there! No pressure, but I'd love to see your recs: Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

Oh goodness, okay.

Sometimes, Home is a Person. I think I've said this on multiple occasions, but this will always be the fic that's at the top of my favourites list. I got to write the future that I wanted for David and Patrick where they're madly in love, still hot for each other, and dealing with everyday problems.

Everything She Ever Wanted. I will always and forever be a Marcy Brewer fan. I think this *might* have been the first fic in the fandom from Marcy's POV? In my head, Marcy loves her son, she just doesn't always know how to talk to him.

If Dreams Were Lightning and Thunder Was Desire. I was very tempted to put my entire Everyday Magic series on this list, because I love them all. This one is a solid favourite, because how can I not love a meet-cute with David as the Angel of Death?

Shoot and Score. This fic is less than 1000 words, but it's one of the best twists I've ever written. Plus it has street hockey.

Strangers, Friends, Husbands, Lovers. It was a struggle trying to pick an AU for this list, but I wrote an entire blog to accompany this one, so it has to be at the top of the list. Plus, so many people yelled at me about the slow burn, which was also fun.

Honourable mention to: Soulmate Goose Albert and House Hippo Jake.

[ozwriterchick]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💕

Ooooo, thanks for the tag @nicoline1998enilocin

I haven't written a lot so I don't know if I have 5, unless I can add some that are on AO3 but not on here.. I really should upload them here as well...

Tumblr fics

Big Love - Bucky returns home after a hard day at work to his loves

Our Little Family - A bit of angst, a bit of fluff (mostly fluff)

Something to read - My newest Bucky story - Librarian!Bucky is a mood!

AO3 fics

Road Trip - One of my smuttier attempts

Always the Bridesmaid - Loosely based on 27 dresses

The Wedding - Based on the start of Monica and Chandler's relationship

[medusapelagia]

Ok… no panic… @strangerthings1975 has just published the final chapter of “Money Power Glory”….

[tropical-kabuki]

Not me reloading every hour or so the AO3 tab I keep open on my phone with that Bill/Frank AU, hoping for an update.

(Yes, I subscribed. Yes, I should be notified when they post a new chapter. And yet.)

Not sharing the link to the story because the author has it locked for AO3 registered users only - but if you're wondering if it's that one, it probably is *bites nails*

[everwalldigan]

(Dick coming to collect Jason after he’s been “wrongfully” captured by the justice league while Batman is off world:)

Dick: Listen, Hood might be a criminal, but he’s one of Gotham’s. And he’s my brother.

JL: he killed 80 people in two days.

Dick: …he’s adopted?

Jason, glaring while bound to a chair: SO ARE YOU???

[valtsv]

are we still doing this because i have a late submission

[noodles-and-tea]

Back at it with my enchanted merthur shenanigans

[meiinoe]

chase cousins i miss them i miss them so much

[sushistyless]

NO. my heart cannot take this. I AM SO IN LOVE— 🥺😭 I CAN’T EVEN WORD RIGHT. the thing is… words aren’t enough!!!!!! this is quite possibly one of the most adorable things I’ve ever ever ever read and OH MY GOD, their conversations— this feels so real. I ADORE the way he wakes her up 🥺 vinnie on the lock?????

people of the world, I fear I am once again at the mercy of G’s writing. mwah. 🎤 drop.

Love Locks

A Valentines Day story from the Not Just For Christmas series

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Authors Note: Harry is a hopeless romantic and Y/N isn't but let's him get swept up in the Valentine's Day festivities anyway because it makes him happy. This is the gift Harry got Y/N if you're curious! X

Word Count: 3k+

SFW

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Paris on Valentine’s Day was, for lack of a better, a fucking nightmare. It was disgustingly busy as loved up couples were hanging off of each other at every turn. What was Y/N’s nightmare, however, was Harry’s dream come true. Harry Styles would be the first to admit he’s a hopeless romantic. He indulges in a romantic comedy film at least once a week, he has playlist after playlist containing endless love songs, and as January comes to a close and February eases in, he thrives on everything in the shops turning red and pink as he buys into all the novelty, heart-shaped rubbish they have to offer as the most important day of February creeps closer. Well, second most important day, after his own birthday of course. Valentine’s Day had become one of Harry’s favourite days, especially in recent years and his love for the day of love has only grown as he and Y/N celebrated their sixth one together this year. So yes, he’s a hopeless romantic. Love songs, movies, heart-shaped chocolates and all and is there anything more fitting for a hopeless romantic than whisking the love of his life off to the city of love to spend his favourite day? 

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Vincent had his lunchbox and stuffed bunny packed and was off on a two-night sleepover at his day-care and boarders, ‘Barkingham Palace’ and Harry had swept Y/N off to the airport soon after they had bid goodbye to the happy golden retriever. 

Now it wasn’t as if Y/N hated Valentine’s Day, she was fine with it, it was lovely but she didn’t need all the flounce and showmanship that came with the day. But Harry loved it, and she’d let him do whatever he pleased to mark the special day to see the smile and permanent pink blush that seemed to stain his face on days like today. 

He had started their day in Paris by waking her gently. Crawling under the swathes of blankets that buried her in the hotel bed, his nose skimming the surface of her neck and alongside her cheek as he pressed whispers of kisses into her sleep-warmed skin until her eyelashes began to flutter as she stirred from her sleep. She could feel the warmth of Harry’s body as he held himself above her as his kisses began to press heavier on her skin.

“Mmm, g’morning,” she mumbled, wrapping her arms around his mid-section, pulling him down, revelling in the weight of him against her, “why’re y’dressed already?” she questioned with a pout when she felt his fully clothed body.

“Good morning, m’valentine,” he smiled before gripping her chin and kissing her soft lips, trying his hardest to deepen it but Y/N stopped him by turning her head away with a giggle. 

“Nuh-uh, morning breath, plus m’not your Valentine, you never even asked me. Now answer the question, why are you dressed?” she shuffled them round so they were lying on their sides facing one another.

“I’m dressed because I’ve already been out this morning,” his finger booped her nose when it scrunched in confusion, thinking she would have heard him slip out or he would have at least told her he was popping out. “As for the Valentine thing, I sort of assumed it came with the territory what with being together for near enough six years” he quirked an eyebrow with a smirk. 

“I still like to be asked, thought you were meant to be the romantic one?” she cuddled into the warmth of his chest.

“Oh, I’m very sorry, good thing I popped out early this morning then, eh?” Harry pulled himself out of her embrace and swung his legs back out the bed to go get something as she whined about him getting out of bed, “hush up, m’coming back,” he called back, with a teasing lilt in his voice, from the living area of the suite they were staying in. Y/N wriggled herself up in bed so her back was against the headboard, hands resting atop the puffy, white duvet of the bed as Harry reappeared back in the doorway. Y/N rolled her eyes playfully as a shy smile and giggle came from her when she saw the human embodiment of Prince Charming, with the twinkly eyes and showstopping smile to boot, crossing the threshold of the bedroom with a bouquet of the reddest roses you’ve ever seen paired with soft baby’s breath gypsophila and greenery, tied off with a silk satin ribbon in his right hand along with a card he was holding between his index finger and the bouquet. In his left hand was two boxes, one with branding she knew very well and another that was covered in plush velvet. “So, Miss Y/S/N, m’heart and soul and all that is good in my life,” Harry crooned as he approached the bed, sitting on the edge, “do me the honours and be my Valentine?” he asked as he handed her the bouquet. 

Y/N eyes slipped shut as inhaled the perfume of the flowers before blinking them back open, “oh, I suppose so, I couldn’t take the heartache seeing your face if I said no,” she giggled before leaning forward and placing a delicate kiss on the corner of his mouth. A light blush tinged his cheeks as the hand that still had the card in it, punched the air and he let out a quiet ‘yes!’ under his breath.

“For you, my love,” he handed over the card and the two boxes as he took the flowers from her and went over to place them in the vase of water he had set up on the sideboard while she slept this morning. Y/N opened the envelope to reveal a delightfully tacky Valentine’s card that described her as wonderful, and special, and lovely, and delightful in the curly font of the printed poem on the front. She opened the card to see Harry’s handwriting with a much more personal note inside, as he wrote about what she meant to him and how she was the perfect Mum to their dog and how he can’t wait for as many Valentine’s days together as she’ll give him. 

“Christ,” Y/N croaked out, her voice thick with emotion as she fanned her glazed over eyes with the card, Harry whipped round from his flower arranging with a look of worry on his face, as Y/N waved her hand trying to insinuate that she was fine. “Y’should try this writing stuff out professionally, you’re quite good at it,” she joked, placing the card on the bedside table next to her. 

“Yeah? I’ll think about it, pretty,” Harry smiled as he perched on the edge of the chest of drawers where the flowers now sat pretty in the middle. “Want to open your gifts?” he nodded towards the two boxes. 

“Ladurée macarons? Y’know the way to my heart, don’t you?” Y/N opened the box pulling out a pink tinged treat, biting off half of the raspberry flavoured macaron before handing the other half off to Harry who chewed it down quick. 

“Try m’best,” Harry shrugged, “got one left,” his eyes glanced to the velvet covered box by her leg, as Y/N picked up the box with a deep breath, “don’t shit yourself now, m’not proposing in Paris, I know I’m a romantic but I’m not that predictable,” Harry smirked, “jus’ something pretty for my pretty.” 

Y/N cracked the box open to see a golden bracelet fastened to the cushion of the box, with heart shaped precious stones in multi-colours fastened to the band of the bracelet. “Fuck off, Harry,” Y/N gasped, her fingers tracing the purple amethyst heart before running over the peridot stone next to it. 

“That’s the one, right?” he asked, slightly unsure, she had mentioned the bracelet once in a passing comment when she it online, just a quick, ‘look how pretty this is’ while shoving her phone under his nose. 

“Yeah, this is the one,” she breathed out, unable to tear her eyes away from the pretty jewellery. 

“Thank Christ,” Harry laughed as she thrust her wrist and the box out towards him, silently demanding he fasten it on her. He stood at the edge of the bed as he pulled the bracelet from the box and wrapped it around her wrist, “like it, then?” 

“Love it, too expensive though, H,” she chastised as the cool metal slinked against her skin. 

“Eh, worth it,” he shrugged with a smile. 

“You’re trying really hard to get your leg over, aren’t you?” Y/N giggled. 

“Is it working?” he flirted, raising an eyebrow. 

Y/N flopped the duvet that had been covering her open, “c’mere and find out,” and Harry didn’t have to ask twice before pouncing on top of her as she shrieked in laughter as his mouth attached to her neck. “I love you,” she breathed, combing her fingers through his hair as he peered into her eyes. 

Harry’s smile burst across his face like the morning sunlight in the sky, crinkles appearing by his eyes, “and I love you” he said sincerely before sealing his lips over hers. 

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With Y/N dressed and Harry redressed, Harry had her by the hand and was pulling on her hand through the streets of Paris, seemingly on a mission. 

“Slow down, y’going to rip my arm out it’s socket and I don’t think that’s very romantic,” Y/N huffed out a breath trying to keep up with his long strides. 

“Sorry, m’heart, jus’ want t’get there before it’s proper busy,” he slowed down slightly, not enough to make much of a difference. Y/N was grumbling, keeping her hand latched onto Harry’s as she dodged a couple who apparently just couldn’t wait and had to stop directly in front of her in order to suck the face off each other in the middle of the pavement.

“Get where?” she hurried after him before slamming into his back as he stopped dead at his destination with no pre-warning, “eh ow?” she complained, rubbing her forehead and then the back of Harry’s coat where her makeup had slightly transferred onto the fabric. 

“Sorry, baby,” he tried not to laugh as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

“Yeah, you will be. Fuck, I feel like I’ve walked into a romcom or somethin’” Y/N looked around them, “there’s couples smooching everywhere,” some of them could definitely get in trouble for indecent exposure the way they were going at it on a busy street at 10:30 in the morning. 

“Are you implying something?” Harry’s arms settled around her waist, pulling her close, his arms clasping at the base of her spine. 

“Well, y’know I’ll never say no to a kiss,” she clapped her hands down on his shoulders and reached up on her tiptoes to press a series of kisses onto his lips. “Now, what did you bring me all the way to Paris for, hm?” 

“For this,” he stood back and through his arm out, revealing a bridge that crossed the Seine. 

“Y’brought me to Paris for a bridge?” Y/N gave him a look from the side of her eye, “I mean it’s a nice bridge, H…” 

“Not just a bridge, it’s the bridge,” he laced their fingers together again as he began to walk them across the wooden slats that for a bridge had a remarkable amount of people, couples, lingering on it. “This is the Pont des Arts,” Harry said proudly. 

“Oh, is this the padlock place thingy?” Y/N asked, and she now could see the beginnings of padlocks of various sizes, colours and shapes, locked onto the bridge. 

“‘The padlock place thingy,’ really? Yeah, lovie, it’s where the Love Locks got popular,” Harry spoke, a dreamy sort of smile on his face as he looked at all the tokens of peoples love attached to the panels. As they said, he’s a hopeless romantic.

“You want to put one on, don’t you?” Y/N grinned, she knew him too well, he’s a sucker for this type of thing. 

“Why else would I bring you to Paris?” he asked as if it was obvious. 

“Alright then,” she sighed, “let’s pick a spot, yeah?” as Harry tugged her to one side of the bridge and began looking for a little space. 

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“It’s a shame they get cut off by the city council after a little while,” Y/N spoke, watching Harry as he was crouched down reading the engravings on every lock he could see, every so often he’d go, ‘look baby, this one has been here since 2008!’ or ‘look they’ve put their baby’s name and birthday on it too, maybe we could come back and add another if we have a baby.’

“Humour me, yeah?” Harry stood back to his feet beside her and began shuffling through the tote bag he had on his shoulder before pulling out a bronze padlock and a sharpie from the depths of the bag.

“Yeah, sorry,” she looked at him as he took the cap off the sharpie and began writing, his tongue poking out the edge of his mouth in concentration, “what are y’writing on it?” 

“Hm, hang on, I’ll show y’when m’done,” he mumbled before blowing on the wet ink, trying to dry it down before flipping the lock in his hand to write on the other side too. 

“All these locks are corroding and destroying the bridges you know, years old architecture, not even just here, all over the world,” Y/N said as she watched a couple, clearly still young enough to be school students fasten a lock to the bridge, they’ve probably only been together a week, Y/N thought to herself, snapping her eyes away from them as they started a very awkward, wet, sloppy looking kiss. 

“Baby, stop,” Harry whined. 

“Sorry! I’m sorry, ours won’t do that, we’ve got a special lock,” Y/N giggled as Harry rolled his eyes playfully. “Do you know at some bridges; they are arresting and fining people for doing this?” Y/N piped up again without thinking.

“Oh my God, Y/N/N,” Harry capped the sharpie, tossing it back into his bag before looking up at her, “you’re like Valentine’s Day Satan, the grinch of love languages,” Harry chuckled pulling her under his arm as they faced the sea of locks. 

“Sorry, my love, I’ll stop, know it’s important to you,” she squeezed his side before pointing out a gap on one of the railings, “how about right there?” 

“That’s perfect, sweets,” Harry pressed a kiss to the top of her head as he unlocked the padlock. 

“Gonna show me what you wrote first?” she nudged him with her hip to remind him as he passed the lock into her free hand. There, in the nicest handwriting Harry could muster up given the size restraints and writing tool, read H.S and Y/N’s initials, with the date of the 1st of September 2017, the date they made it official, scrawled underneath. Y/N smiled up at Harry’s bashful looking face, the pink blush she loved so much tickling his cheeks again, as she flipped the lock over. On the back, in tiny writing, read ‘Vincent Styles, 15/6/20’ his birthday in the middle of June. Y/N pouted at their dog’s name as her thumb rubbed over the tiny paw print Harry had drawn on in the corner. “Our baby,” Y/N smiled. 

“Had to include him, he’d somehow know if I didn’t and wouldn’t talk to me when we pick him up tomorrow,” Harry said as Y/N laughed at how true it was, he really was a Mummy’s boy of a dog. “Gonna help me lock it on, m’heart?” he asked as he crouched down in front of the railing, as Y/N nodded, bending down next to him. Together the hooked the latch round the railing and pressed it firmly into the lock, pulling the keys free. 

Y/N hummed as she looked at it, as much as she wasn’t as big a romantic as Harry, there was something about seeing it locked on there for the foreseeable future that made her tummy feel fizzy. In a good way. It felt permanent, the couple knew they were forever, but it was nice seeing something physical that proves that. 

“Knew I’d get you on side,” Harry laughed, nudging her, making her lose her balance as they remained crouched in front of the lock. 

“Oh, fuck off, you got me, it’s a nice idea alright,” she rolled her eyes as Harry helped her back to standing by the hand. “What do we do now? Toss the keys in the water?” Y/N peered over the edge of the railing into the murky water of the Seine. 

“I think that’s what your meant to do, but a fuck load of keys in a river doesn’t scream eco-friendly does it?” Harry asked, twirling the key ring around his finger. 

“Want to just shove them in the bin? It’s a bit less romantic but I suppose still does the unsalvageable idea? That is unless you dump me and want to go metal detecting through landfill to get the lock off?” Y/N joked. 

“I’m positive there’s more chance of you dumping me,” Harry said as he began walking over to the nearest rubbish bin with her hand still in his.

“How about none of us do any breaking up with the other? I don’t think I could co-parent Vince, he’d also hate it and would be packing his lunch bag and bunny to run away,” Y/N giggled. 

“Yeah, Vinnie is dramatic like that,” he agreed. 

“He’s your son, of course he is,” Y/N teased.

“Oi!” Harry looked at her in faux shock, “thank you for doing this with me,” he then said, almost shyly. 

“I’ll do anything y’want with you, you know that. Plus, this was actually pretty nice. You’ve got me locked down forever now, Styles, literally,” she nodded towards the section of the bridge where their lock was tied on. Harry smiled down at her, a soft look in his eyes. “My hopeless romantic of a boyfriend, eh?” Y/N grinned back, before reaching up and combing some of his loose curls back. 

“Keys in the bin, then?” Harry asked. 

“Keys in the bin,” she confirmed as Harry slung the keys into the metal bin hearing them land in the bottom with a clang. The symbol of their everlasting love for each other and their dog now attached to the Pont des Arts forever. Or until the city council cuts it off in a month. 

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My favourite fics, part 2/?

You Might Well Arsk by @snugglesweaters

Summary: Paul forgets his notebook at a Starbucks where John works as a barista. Things take off from there.

Story type: Modern AU Tags: Alternative Universe - Modern Setting, Alternative Universe - College/University, Alternative Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafes, email fic, english major john, music major paul, Barista John, and some poetry, Slow Burn, ringo suffers in silence, paul is oblivious, John tries his best, Soft Angst, Epistolary, romcom, idiots to lovers POV: n/a (but the emails are from both John & Paul) Angst level: ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ Fluff level: 🔵🔵🔵🔵🔵 Smut level: ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ Why I love it: As comforting as a warm latte on a rainy day, this is a very sweet fic about John and Paul falling in love while constantly winding each other up. It's also genuinely funny, and is one of the few fics that seems to get their quirky sense of humour right. If you love flirting disguised as banter and a completely oblivious Paul, then this is for you! Favourite detail/moment: The fact that the whole fic is in emails is just a lovely way to tell the story, and you get to see it unfold while trying to work out what the hell is going on in their heads. And I love the ongoing jokes, particularly in the email subject lines. Although I think my favourite emails are from Ivan. Or maybe the one when Paul is drunk and starts talking about John’s hands. Favourite line/passage: Too many to count as always, but some faves…

‘I propose we make a pact – I will stop referring to your fingers as “freakishly long” if you stop making fun of my Starbucks order. Let a lad enjoy a banana. (I see what I just wrote but I’m not gonna give you the satisfaction of deleting it.)’

‘I was going to reply to your comment about your hairy arms, but every time I start thinking about it, my brain short-circuits. Sorry, I don’t make the rules. That said, there’s nothing wrong with having soft features – have you seen my thighs? I mean, not to toot my own horn, but the reviews have been excellent.’

‘That said, there is NOTHING in me messages to you that even remotely suggests me n John are exchanging “flirty” emails. They’re regular emails (aren’t they?). I don’t flirt with blokes (do I?).’

‘Communism jokes aren’t funny. Unless everyone gets them.’

[sreppub]

joker killed batman instead of jason

[alarainai]

people take fandom so seriously. where is your joy? your humour? your sense of whimsy?

[dreamerdrop]

I don’t talk about my love for Kira Nerys too often because. Look. I think if DS9 handles anything well, it’s Kira, hands down.

Her character development is a work of art. She is so traumatised, so angry, so beaten down and STILL FIGHTING at the start. She struggles so much with her PTSD, with the idea that she is ever allowed to be in anything but attack mode…

And then, slowly, gradually, she becomes a whole new person. She laughs, she smiles, she makes corny jokes, she does dumb fun things for the sake of enjoying herself. She has friends, she has a family, she is surrounded by love and joy and HOPE.

Even in the middle of second war, she’s DIFFERENT now. She’s not the same miserable angry person she was, afraid to let go of the vigilant surivival instincts that kept her alive for so long. She’s come back to life as a person who has something to live for.

She has done terrible things. Her hands are stained with blood. She is never going to be able to forget her trauma or the suffering, both her own and that of her people, nor the suffering she inflicted while fighting for her freedom. But she recovers. She heals. She carves out an existence where she is truly, genuinely happy to be alive.

I don’t need to talk about Kira as much as some other characters because this all happens on screen. It’s right there, and it’s beautiful and perfect.

Kira Nerys goes from a person who cannot conceive of herself outside of the horrors she has suffered, inflicted, and fought against, to someone for whom her trauma is just one part of the larger picture, a piece of a rich and vibrant tapestry that is now filled, overwhelmingly, with joy.

Kira Nerys is like, hands down, bar none, one of, if not THE best characters Star Trek has ever created. I love her so much. She is just, completely and utterly perfect, especially in her flaws.

[captainkirkk]

Fic idea: Aang is tasked with finding a missing fire spirit, only to realise that the spirit is needed for an important festival tomorrow

To buy time, someone needs to pretend to be the missing fire spirit. And who else to ask but a descendent of Agni himself? Whether the Fire Royals actually are/aren't direct descendants of Agni is debatable, but they smell different to normal firebenders, enough to briefly pull off the disguise.