#rocky lynch fic

[katiascraft]

HELLO LOVERS

I am back officially if university doesn’t kill me or life or love or my mental health :3

Anddddd I’m going to renovate the account a little bit for sure. Also, I’m gonna start writing Ross lynch content soooo I would like you to tell me if you’re down for the ride !!

Leave some suggestions of what you would like to read about him down below in the comments.

I went to a TDE concert last week and now I’m obsessed 🤧 BEST SHOW SO FAR

See u soon my loves

𓆩♱🤍₊˙ 🧸 ♡♱𓆪 ur fav girl catie

[kelliealtogether]

Fic Stats Tag Game

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and your fic with the least amount of words.

Thank you @tinyarmedtrex for the tag! Stats are so fun! I'm a sucker for some data.

Most Hits: Boxes on the Lawn - 13,985 - On Ronan Lynch's eighteenth birthday, he makes a pact with his friend Adam Parrish: If neither of them are married by the time they turn thirty, they'll marry each other. Ronan's not hopeful it'll work out. But what if it does?

Second Most Kudos: Open Door - 583 - When Adam Parrish's mentor passes away, she leaves him a house. Well, half a house, because Roban Lynch owns the other half. Stuck under the same roof, can they learn to live with one another? Can Adam find out why Persephone left him half of the Georgetown townhouse? And can he figure out what the hell Ronan is up to in the basement?

Third Most Comments: 𝛑 - 147 - When Adam Parrish was a teenager, one of his surrogate mothers at 300 Fox Way taught him to bake as a means of stress relief. Ten years later, his boss forces him to take a leap and a loan, and Adam finds himself opening a bakery back in his hometown of Henrietta. For a long time, everyone's told Adam his baked goods are the best they've ever had. That is, until Adam meets Ronan Lynch.

Fourth Most Bookmarks: The Rocky Road to Dublin - 113 - This is a Leap Year AU. That's all you need to know. 😌

Fifth Most Words: Boxes on the Lawn - 33,966 - See above.

Least Amount of Words: Sunday Before Sunrise - 1,058 - Every Sunday morning, Declan Lynch drives two hours to go to church with his brothers.

If I remember correctly, @flightspathfic and @cheeeryos are also data nerds, so I'll tag them. And while I'm at it, I'll tag @zephfair and @audikatia.

[saving-childhood-1]

Monsters

An angsty hurt/comfort side fic featuring our beloved mentally ill pirate captain Alistair Lynch and our equally mentally ill feral little spitfire Saorise.

Summary: Two opposing sides may have more in common than they initially thought, even if you feel you can't afford it or have nothing to give. A little bit of compassion goes a long way.

TW: mentions of a dead body, depictions of depression, and depictions of mental breakdowns

The 12-year-old ginger girl heaved a long sigh before gently hitting the back of her head repeatedly against the mast that she was tied to yet again with her eyes screwed shut. She let her head lull to the side as she avoided the rest of the crew’s gazes and continued to sulk. Today was one of the worst days yet. All she wanted was to be left alone for the day. However, she couldn’t do that as soon as she got out of school; it was nothing but constant chores, child raising, beatings, and bullying by her stepdad as soon as night time hit and she thought she had finally got a break from him and have some quiet Ethan showed up to whisk her away. To which she would always be grateful and was needed. However, as of late, coming to Creidsinn and spending time with Ethan felt more like a chore and something that had to be done out of duty and loyalty, not because she wanted to. Those feelings and thoughts scared her to death. Of course, she would never abandon her home or the people she considered family, especially her best and only friend. Yet why didn’t she feel like spending time with them? Could it be because their friendship has been on rocky terms for the last three years and only recently started to improve? 

A more terrifying thought came across her mind. One that made her stomach fill up with dread and paralyzed her in fear. Her legs felt heavy and would have given out by now if she wasn’t already sitting down.

Had she gotten too old for this place and these people? Was she growing up? Was her time almost up over here?

Saorise shook her head, sending her ponytail everywhere, trying to eliminate the sinking feeling of guilt and her thoughts. 

No, that can’t be right. There's no way she was growing up this fast, and there's no way she would leave her home and best friend, right?

Saorise was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice the ship grow quieter and the low murmurs everywhere. It was jarring to watch. It wasn’t until she heard the door to the captain’s quarters open and close that she was snapped out of her thoughts to see Bastain wringing out his hat and looking nervous. Her curiosity was piqued when she saw. Bastain whispering to a small group of pirates. She turned her head subtly to the side to attempt to hear them better. 

“No, absolutely not! We’re not bringing little calico into the captain’s quarters alone in his current state!” whispered hissed Bastain as he smacked a tall fellow to get some common sense into him.

“What choice do we have here? Nothing is working! Not even you!” a fellow named Starkey pointed out.

“Aye, I hate to admit it, but the captain hasn’t left his quarters in a week and is neglecting his duties towards us and the ship. So unless you have a better idea, by all means, share with the rest of the crew,” challenged the tall fellow.

Bastain’s silence made their choice for them.

It wasn’t until she saw Bastain and the group of others walking toward her that she scrambled to get back into position to make it seem like nothing happened.

“Erm, little calico, would you be so kind as to help us with a wee problem?” Bastain asked politely with an awkward smile as he wrung out his hat.

“With?” prodded Saorise.

The three men shifted their eyes at each other, and Saorise gave them a look that ‘Well, get on with it!’

“The Captain hasn’t been out of his quarters in a week. He’s just been rotting in his bed, and we’re afraid. if we can’t get him out, he’ll stay there for eternity!” Bastain exclaimed fretfully.

Saorise gave them a bored, blank look.

“What does that have to do with me?”

“Please? He listens to you,” the tall fellow said.

“Besides me, he doesn’t do anything without considering you!” Bastain said.

“Nothing has been working! You’re our only hope! Please?” Starkey begged.

Saorise sighed and leaned back before letting it fall to the side. She didn’t feel bad. Instead, she was angry. Why should she help someone with their depression when no one was there to help her with any of her problems? Why was she forced to figure it out alone but expected to help someone else? Why was she expected to give her time, energy, empathy, and compassion constantly when no one else has done the same for her? She was drained and exhausted. She had nothing left to give, and she wouldn’t start now. But when she looked back at the three men before with their exhausted, worried, and pleading eyes. Their faces were desperate for her answer. She felt a pang of sympathy for them. 

She sighed and gave in.

“Okay, I’ll see what I can do,” Saorise said.

The men untied her. She rubbed her raw wrists and arms before standing tall and heading to the captain’s quarters. She put a hand on the doorknob and prepared to knock. She froze, and her heart pounded in her chest. The last time she opened the door unprompted, it didn’t end well for her. She hoped she wouldn’t have to see what she saw last time. Saorise jumped when she felt Bastain’s hand on her shoulder.

“Relax, little calico. I promise you he’s not dead,” Bastained tried to reassure her.

Saorise gulped. 

“Easy for you to say you’re not the one who saw a dead body a week ago the last time you opened a door,” she shot back, causing Bastain’s eyes to widen and to step away with his hands in the air in surrender. Saorise stood tall, knocked three times out of courtesy, and braced herself as she turned the knob to step in.

She was not prepared for the sight before her. The room was dark save for a singular glowing lantern. The strawberry-blonde captain was on the edge of his bed with his knees pulled up and his head buried in his knees, letting out sobs that were reminiscent of a banshee’s wail. She stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. This was new; she bit off more than she could chew this time. She had never seen him like this before. She always thought he was this strong, know-it-all, invincible grown-up. She’s beginning to realize that no grown-up is like that, and it’s all a facade. It made her mad and feel betrayed, like she was lied to all these years. Yet, seeing the deteriorating mental state of the man before her was heartbreaking.

It reminded her of how her stepdad was.

The apartment door was slightly ajar. The brunette man was sobbing his eyes out at the dead body of his uncle behind him. They realized he hadn’t visited them in a few days, which was unusual, so Saorise and her stepfather went to his apartment to check up on him. Unfortunately, Saorise was the first one to see the deceased body as soon as she swung the door open. Her stepfather tried to shield her from it, but the damage had already been done by then. She had never seen her stepfather so distraught and broken to the point of a complete breakdown. Saorise knew what to do when her mother cried. Her mother cried often. She had no idea what to do when the cruel and stoic man finally broke. She did what she did best. Pushed her shock and feelings aside and wrapped her arms around him from behind, loosely hanging off his back as her hatred for him quickly turned to heartbreak.

She quietly took several steps forward and sat on the bed next to the crying captain. The bed was soft and almost feather-like from years of wear and tear. She smoothed the sheets for comfort and waited for him to notice her.

Alistair peeked out from his knees and saw the little girl from his peripheral vision.

“What do you want? Weren’t you tied up? I don’t think I invited you in here,” muttered Alistair.

“I was tied up,” Saorise began fidgeting with the hem of her shirt,” But Bastain was worried for you. The whole crew is. You’ve been neglecting your duties and your crew. So they sent me in here hoping I can cheer you up enough for you to come out and get some air.”

“What difference does it make? It's not like we’ll ever get out of here! It’s one failure after another!”

“I’m sure the crew doesn’t think you’re a failure. They know that you’re trying your best. If they felt you were a failure, they would have voted in a new captain by now,” Saorise tried to reason with him. But she could tell by his look that she wasn’t getting anywhere with him.

“It’s not just that! I-I don’t remember how I got here to begin with. I keep trying to remember in case something sticks out that we can use to escape, but the more I try, the less I remember,” Alistair said into his knees before uncurling himself and slunk before giving the young girl before him a sheepish look.

“Truthfully, I have very little to no memories of my past before this dreadful place, and what little I remember is vague and blurry at best.”

“So you’re sad because your memory is failing you?” Saorise asked, confused as to what the problem was.

“No, despite not remembering anything about my past before I came here, I get night terrors about a ship being destroyed by these…evil people and someone very near and dear to me dying in front of me. I have no idea who they are, but I just know that they loved me very much,” Alistair began to sob again quietly, bringing his knees back up and burying his face again to muffle the sound.

“I just want them to stop, but they never do. They just seem so real, and they keep getting worse and worse!” he sobbed louder.

Saorise felt a pang of sympathy for the captain before her. She stood there helpless and awkwardly, not knowing what to do before something clicked inside her head. She quietly padded her way towards him, climbing onto the bed again, and draped her arms around his neck from behind. She put her full weight onto his back as a weighted blanket and petted his head. She’d like to think it comforted her stepdad maybe it would work for him.

Alistair held onto her little arm as he continued to break. He felt terrible for acting this way and not controlling his emotions. After all, she was just a child with more than enough problems to deal with. She didn’t need to have another adult’s weight of the world on her shoulders. Yet, being from the outside world herself, he felt like she was the only one who could understand. He felt her soothing touches and began to calm down more. He would never admit this to anyone, let alone Saorise, but he was forever grateful to have her in his life and didn’t know what he did to deserve her. But he will die before he admits that.

Saorise was embarrassed. Her reputation on the island would be in shambles if anyone found out she was comforting their sworn enemy, not to mention the punishment she would receive from Ethan if he ever found out. It was only a matter of time before Ethan came to look and rescue her. However, she felt good about herself once she felt Alistair’s breathing even out and his grip become slack. He was asleep yet again and was pretty comfortable where she was. 

To Hell with Ethan, she’ll stay there as long as she has to.

[bts-hyperfixation]

So I was at the driver era concert tonight so no writing got done.... Making tomorrow a double creature feature.

In the mean time check you haven't missed any and enjoy this video of half naked Ross Lynch

[galaxyminds-x]

「 Suits, smirks, and major sex appeal. 」

Fanfiction Recomendation #2: Untitled by rockylynchxo

I think this fic has become my favorite on this fandom. Is GREAT. And I swear there’s a Rocky like the one in the fic on another universe. The video is here.

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[rock-y-myworld]

Start Again Ch. 6

Hi guys I know it’s been awhile, but here is a new chapter. This past week has been really rough with my grandmother passing from cancer, it was a long time coming but it doesn’t make it any better. I have 3 more weeks of this semester, and then I’ll be working and writing more! Thanks for being so patient with me! xoxo 

Rocky’s P.O.V:

We sit in the backyard the crickets filling the silence between us. “Your family is great.”

I turn my head and look at her watching the sunset over the fence. “I wish I had siblings.”

“I can share mine,” I say with a chuckle taking a sip of my beer. “They have been wanting to meet you for a while now.”

“You should’ve brought me around sooner than.” She says with a smirk taking a sip of her water. She brushes her free hand through Flynn’s hair.

Flynn hasn’t left her side all day. Flynn got along fine with the other dogs but still was ‘on guard’ with Eleanor.

“I didn’t want them to overwhelm you.”

“You don’t need to protect me, Rocky.” She says, “My brain injury does enough of that. I want you to be you.”

“Yeah?” I ask looking over at her. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a knot on top of her head, and she was cozied up in one of my over-sized sweatshirt and her shorts.

“I’m tired of walking on egg-shells.” She explains, “I like laughing, and family get-togethers. And the dogs, are so fucking cute.”

“They are pretty cute,” I say agreeing with her. “Can I be honest with you?”

 “Yeah, of course,” I say turning my head and realize we were sitting close together. Nearly shoulder to shoulder, and she looked like she was going to puke.

“I mean you don’t have to if it’s going to make you puke,” I say with a chuckle.

“You give me butterflies, and I don’t remember ever feeling this way before.” She chokes out before taking a long sip of water.

“I like you a lot, El.” I say with a smile, “I just don’t want to rush into something if you’re not ready. I want you to be sure-“

“I’m sure.” She says with this sparkle in her eye. “I like you too.”

“Can I do something I’ve been wanting to do for weeks now?”

“Yeah.”

And that’s when I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were soft against mine and had a hint of mango flavor to them. She instantly kissed me back, resting her hand on my side as she pulled herself closer to me –if that was even possible.

I pull away after a few moments and look at her. She had this grin on her face, but her eyes were still closed. Her arms were still around my torso not letting me go.

“I don’t remember my first kiss… but I bet it was nothing like that.” She says opening her eyes and looking at me. “I hope you like mango. It’s the only chapstick I buy.”

“I don’t mind it.” I say with a chuckle, “You’re somethin’ rare you know, that right?”

She rolls her eyes, “Not to be a party pooper but I have to get home. I take my medication at this time.”

“Let’s get you home,” I say leaning over and pressing my lips against her cheek.  I grab her glass and mine and head towards the door. Eleanor follows me into the kitchen and walks over to my parents.

“Going home sweet girl?” My mom asks embracing her in a tight hug. “It was nice to finally meet you, and Flynn. Come by anytime!”

“Thanks, Stormie.” She says before hugging my dad goodbye and grabbing Flynn’s red leash. We walk out of the house and to my car, the last car parked in the once filled driveway.

The drive home was quiet but nice. Her hand in mine as she looked out the window at the lights and stars. I pull into her driveway and put the car in park. She turns her head and looks at me with a small smile.

“Thanks for letting me meet your family. I feel a little less lonely now in California.”

“We’re always here,” I say leaning over the arm console and press my lips against hers. She kisses me back as quickly as my lips touched hers. I pull away and look at her with a smile, “I’ve wanted to kiss you for weeks now.”

“You should’ve just done it.” She says opening the car and looking over her shoulder, “Cause I wanted to kiss you for a while too.” She climbs out of the car and opens the back door for Flynn.

“I’ll text you.” She says with a smile before closing both doors and walks to the front door of her house. She looks back over her shoulder and sees me making sure she gets in safely but closing the door behind her.

Eleanor’s P.O.V:

I sit against my headboard with Claire as I tell her everything from today. The audition, to the dinner at Rocky’s parents to our kiss.

The kiss was just out of the movie. The sun setting and crickets talking in the background. California sure wasn’t home sweet home, but it had this gorgeous guy who didn’t run away when I told him I have a TBI. He didn’t run when he found out I have baggage. He stayed, and it’s a new beginning I need.

“Thank god he finally kissed you.” Claire says with a giggle, “I was impatiently waiting.”

“We all were,” I say looking at Flynn asleep on the end of my bed.

“Well I’m gonna leave, but I’ll see you tomorrow morning?” Claire says grabbing her purse and coat.

“Yeah,” I say following her down the hallway. “Do you smell that burning smell?”

“No? Your parents are watching the news- “

The tingling started to move up my legs, and my vision was starting to get doubled. I could hear Claire keep repeating my name, but it was from a far distance.

“She’s having a seizure.” Was the last thing I heard before it went black.

[leossmoonn]

Remember The Time

masterlist

pairing - TASM!peter parker x fem!reader

type - angst

note / request - thank you to @arkofblake and @myalupinblack for giving me this idea. yall are awesome. “tasm!peter x fem!reader based on your favorite song aka san francisco by ross and rocky lynch😏”

summary - peter reminisces about you two after three months apart

warnings / includes - language, fighting and crying, alcohol consumption, talk about death, kissing. very sad and mostly made up of memories. i won’t put the lyrics on the fic but pls listen to the song this fic is based on. it’s called San Francisco by the driver era.

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*gif isn’t mine*

Peter never had a bad bone in his body. Even when he got his heart broken by the woman of his dreams. He blamed himself for how it ended.

She gave him an ultimatum. One that he knew what the choice was. But evidently, he chose the wrong one.

She told him to choose her or his super-hero life. He knew he should’ve chose her. He wanted to. He needed her to survive. It had been three months since they split. Although his friends told him he should be over it by now, he wasn’t. He knew he would feel like this for as long as he lived.

He didn’t know why he chose his vigilante life instead of her. She was the woman every man dreamed of being with. She didn’t have a bad bone in her body, either. But man, was she stubborn.

When they were kids, he would sneak up to her room after a long night of fighting. She would never let Peter leave her house until he was cleaned up, had a full stomach, and got some sleep. She was the best person for him. And he let her go.

“You’re throwing away six years of us for this super-hero shit that won’t last for another two years?” Y/n scoffed.

“That “super-hero shit” is important to me. Why can’t you see that?” He argued.

“It’s not safe, Peter. I want kids someday. I can’t be married to someone who will put my children’s life danger.”

“I’ll keep them safe, I promise. I’ll do everything I can to protect you and them.”

“You can’t promise that. There are some seriously evil people out there, Peter. You’re putting your life in danger just by swinging around. Why are you doing this to yourself?”

“Because I love it. I love saving people. I love saving the world. I have these powers for a reason. W-What good is it if I don’t use them?”

“You can still use them!”

“Oh, yeah? How?”

“Just by doing small things. Like catching robbers and murderers. Not people like Conners and Electro!”

“Who else will save everyone, then?”

Y/n sighed and rubbed her temples. “It’s not your job, Pete.”

“It is. I —”

“No. You made it your job.” She walked over to him, taking his hands into hers and looking at him lovingly. “Look, I love that you do this. I love that you want to be a hero, and you are. But we’re older now. So much older. I want to settle down with you, have kids, and be safe. I don’t want to be afraid every time I leave the kids to go to work, or when I drop them off at school.”

“We can have both,” he begged. “I can find a way.”

“And what if that doesn’t work?” She asked. He sighed, “I-I don’t know then.”

“It’s either me or Spider-Man, Peter. Spider-Man won’t last, but I will. We can build a life together, while there’s going to be a new super-hero in a few years. Someone younger to be a super-hero.”

He shook his head. “I-I can’t choose, Y/n.”

She glared at him and pulled her hands out of his. “Fine. You obviously want this super-hero fantasy more than me.” She stomped over to the bedroom and started to throw her clothes into a suitcase.

“Y/n! C’mon, don’t be like this.” He walked into their bedroom.

“Like what? Thinking about the future realistically? I want you to do the things you love, but not when it puts our family in danger,” she explained.

“I’m telling you we can have both!” He laughed. “World doesn’t work that way, Peter, and you know it,” she stated.

“You’re really gonna give up?” He scoffed. “I’m not giving up,” she argued.

“You are. At least I’m trying to compromise.”

“For once I don’t want to compromise! I was fine with the whole super-hero thing when we were younger, but now it’s getting harder and harder each day to watch you out there. You’re getting older, Peter. Everything is becoming more dangerous. I don’t want to wake up one morning to find you dead on the news.”

“Is that what you’re worried about?” He questioned. “I won’t die.”

“How can you know that?” She whipped around to face him, tears streaming down her face. “You-You don’t know that, Peter. I can’t wake up and find you dead one day.”

“So you’re going to walk out instead?” He scoffed.

“If it means I don’t have to wait up for you each night and worry about you getting killed, then yes.” She walked to their bathroom and put her toiletries in a plastic bag. She walked back to her suitcase and zipped it up.

Peter couldn’t believe it. He knew he had to try and fix it. He couldn’t let her walk away.

“Baby, please. Don’t be brash. Let’s just cool off and talk about this.”

“I’m done,” she stated. “Bye, Peter.”

Tears clouded his eyes as he watched her leave.

“Y/n! I love you!” He cried out. She turned her head, sniffling as she spoke. “I love you more.”

And that was the last time he saw her. He tried to search for her everywhere. He needed to know where she was, to know she was safe. She seemed to be keeping her life private, though. She was good at that.

Now he laid in his bed, clinging to the jacket he left staring at the pictures of the two of the them on the wall and the nightstand. He didn’t even lay in her side of the bed. He kept it clean and perfect as if she were still staying there.

He spent his days making up scenarios of how to win her back, and spent the night reminiscing about their relationship. Y/n and Peter were beginning to have problems long before the fight. It was a year of pain for both of them. The two fought about the most minuscule things.

“We can’t live in New York forever, Pete,” Y/n sighed.

“Why not? All our friends are here,” he said.

“Because I hate this small apartment and I hate all the noise. I hate taking subways and having fights with the landlord. I want to have a real house, Peter. One with multiple bathrooms, a basement, a big kitchen! Is that too much to ask for?” She questioned.

“We can’t afford all of that,” Peter frowned. “Then get a job!” She griped.

“I do have a job!” He started to raised his voice.

“Not one that makes money. You don’t get money from being a super-hero, which I respect that you do, but it’s not practical. You’re on your own now, you don’t live with May anymore. You have to pay rent, pay for food and gas, and pay for clothes,” she stated.

He groaned in frustration. He knew she was right, but he wasn’t about to let her take away his dream all because she wanted a bigger home.

“I don’t want to be working somewhere where I’m miserable,” he said.

“That’s not how life works, Peter,” she scoffed. “You think I’m happy? I work under a crazy woman with incompetent people. I call myself a journalist? Ha! I’m barely that.”

“You could’ve went for your dream!” He exclaimed.

“I couldn’t! I had bills to pay and mouths to feed. I couldn’t just take off years at college to become a singer, Peter.”

“Stop pretending that you had to do everything. You were the one who chose everyone over your dream. You did this to yourself!” He regretted what he said the minute the words left his mouth. The look on her face was one he’d never forget.

She didn’t look angry. She wasn’t anymore. She was sad now. Heartbroken and offended and horrified. She slammed her water glass on the table, leaving it shattered. She picked up the bills and threw them in his face.

“Fine. I’ll just choose myself over everyone. Over you. See how you like being alone and broke.” She stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door so hard the walls shook.

If only he knew their time was short together, he would have never said those things. They weren’t even true. Peter knew she had no choice of how her life turned out. If Peter could take back what he said, he would. He would do it all over again if he could.

He tried to remember the last time they were happy. Truly happy with each other, with themselves, with their life.

It was two summers ago when Peter took Y/n on a birthday trip to Italy, somewhere where she always wanted to go. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. She was so happy at that time. Every day she woke up with a smile, and every night she slept with one on her face. And Peter woke up each morning knowing that he had his girl by his side and slept soundly each night knowing nothing could be more perfect than a life with her.

That was the last time they were truly happy.

“Thank you for taking me on this trip,” she whispered.

“Of course. Anything for you,” he hummed.

The two were cuddling on the bed of their hotel, wrapped in the blanket and in each other’s arms. Y/n had her head on his chest while he held her bare body close to him. He traced patterns onto her back while she lazily massaged his scalp.

The balcony doors were open and the sun set was shining into the room. The warm, salty air wafted into their apartment, making it perfect.

“I love you, Peter.” She lifted her head to peer up at him.

He smiled and blushed. Even with four years of being together, her saying those three words made him flustered. “I love you, darling.”

She cupped his face and brought their noses close together. She pecked his lips and said, “I love you more than anything. I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone as much as you.”

He grinned and softly kissed her lips. “I love you. I’m so lucky to have you. Nothing will come between us, my love. Nothing.”

Oh, how he wished those words were true.

Peter looked at the picture of Y/n on his nightstand. He sat up on his elbow, taking the picture in his hands. He removed it from the frame, laying back down and holding the picture right up to his face.

This was his favorite picture of her. He’d taken it with his camera. She was in her pjs and eating dinner. Her makeup was rubbing off from the day’s work and she looked exhausted. But she looked happy. Anyone could tell by one look in her eyes that she was happy with her life. With the path, she had chosen, with the man she had chosen.

It was funny how happy things never seemed to last.

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[piningeddiediaz]

hello 👋 do you have any pynch fic recs?

hello! oh do i have pynch fics recs? i do. lots of them. 

Different Worlds, Same Weapons by ungoodpirate - alternate universe, established relationship, meeting the family. one of my favourite fics! it’s an au where niall lynch is alive and I think ronan’s rocky relationship with his dad is presented very well. i stand by the idea that if niall was alive ronan would have realised his dad sucks sooner or later, and this fic shows exactly that! 

tw: brief mentions of canon child abuse 

the song of glendower by brophegina - the song of achilles au!

help me (hold onto you) by tamquams (@wespers)- fluff, angst, canon, song fic. ALL of jamie’s fics are my favourite but this one!! great adam introspection, and the reason ‘the archer’ is no.1 on my adam playlist

amicus verus rara avis by leslieknopedanascully - canon compliant, missing scene trk. THEE bronan fic! 

Tedium by thrvnbys - fluff, meet cute, alternate universe. recently read this and its so cute! 

How to be an Ally by @cheeryos - wrong number au, fluff, alternate universe. So funny!! love the dynamics and banter between adam and ronan in this one

Colour Me In by KellieAltogether - canon compliant, post cdth, future fic, kid fic. I love kidfics and i love how this incorporates elements of cdth! 

roots in your dreamland by @valenight - canon compliant, post-cdth, light angst, pining. i love post-cdth fics that show adam’s reaction to ronan’s disappearance. great pining and angst, and really captures adam’s character

that perilous stuff (which weighs upon the heart) by JessJessthebest (@saywhatjessie​) - no magic au, humour, mutual pining. one of THE funniest fics in the fandom. had me laughing like mad. 

fifteen years later series by dorypop (@hklnvgl) - future fic, kid fic, found family. this is so sweet, i love how pynch are presented to be such good parents! 

tw: mentions of child abuse

same old constellations by intertwiningsouls - fake/pretend relationship, mutual pining, alternate universe. tad “plot device” carruthers is my favourite trope lol. the little speech adam gives at the end of the fic has me swooning everytime 

my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand by @alteridemlynch - song fic, alternative universe, 1800s AU. i LOVE any fics based on taylor swift songs and this one was so great I've reread it so many times! (also check out this proposal fic based on peace while you’re at it!) 

Divinity - Cazio - cancer fic, sick adam, magic, scrying, LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS of angst. anyone who follows me has seen me talk about the cancer fic that ruined my life. it’s this. i read it over a year ago and sometimes i cry just thinking about it. if anyone decides to read this please please please pLEASE be careful it has some very triggering content:

tw: terminal illness, death, cancer related gore, eating disorders, medical trauma, pain

happy reading!! 

p.s. I also have a few if you’re into that 🙈

[quinnmorgendorffer]

okay but on the topic of glee fandom, since we seemed to be in different parts of that fandom (I was more on the femslash side) what was the craziest glee fandom drama that you personally witnessed

Part of me just wanted to say "Canniblaine" as a one word answer. But like the real answer is that it was never NOT crazy, honestly. But if I had to answer......well, let's talk about s2 in a nutshell.

(Don't worry, Canniblaine will be explained).

So, in summer of 2010, Puckurt (my beloved) was the most popular Kurt ship on ff.net, the fics then were all sweet and fun and normally had a lot of just pure Glee bonding. And Kurt fans were excited since Ryan Murphy promised repeatedly that Kurt would get a jock boyfriend and the two of them would be crowned Prom King and King. Eventually, Jane Lynch said in some interview that they casted a blond boy to play a kid named Sam who would be Kurt's love interest. I can't remember for sure if she was also the one who confirmed that there would be a love triangle with him, Kurt, and Quinn.

But RIB—Ryan, Ian, and Brad, the original and only screenwriters until s3—were NOT fans of their cast leaking spoilers. And eventually they say, no, that's not happening, Chord and Dianna have too much chemistry!!! We're not doing that plot anymore.

But they had been known to lie about certain plots happening when people guessed things correctly. When Idina Menzel was cast in s1, everyone was like "oh she's playing Rachel's mom". They denied it and, wouldn't you know it, she was cast to play Rachel's mom. So, keep that in mind.

Anyway, s2 premieres, we meet Sam. He seems fun, he's cute, there's even a gay joke in his very first scene where he gets actual lines. In the third episode, he gets injured at the football game, whatever.

Then the glorious episode 2x04 "Duets" happens. Truly a magnificent piece of television with some of the best performances. Santana and Mercedes doing "River Deep/Mountain High"? THE MOST FUCKING ICONIC THING. Kurt doing "Le Jazz Hot"? PERFECTION. Tina and Mike doing "Sing!" from A Chorus Line? THE BEST FIRST SONG MIKE COULD'VE BEEN GIVEN AND SO CUTE! Ending with Rachel and Kurt doing "Happy Days Are Here Again/Get Happy"? BEAUTIFUL. And, yeah, the Finchel verison of "Don't Go Breakin' My Heart" is cute and I guess Sam and Quinn doing "Lucky", while not making sense in terms of their relationship, was sweet.

But, despite what RIB said, it was clear that "Duets" was meant to introduce this love triangle with Kurt, Sam, and Quinn. You canNOT tell me that this was NOT both of them flirting with each other. They have amazing chemistry, I'm sorry, you can't deny that. So, that means either RIB were lying about changing the plot, or they waited to change the plot after 2x04.

Then 2x05 happens and that's "The Rocky Horror Glee Show" and we don't talk about that mess.

Anyway, I joined tumblr for Glee fandom literally the day before episode 2x06 came out. And season 2, episode 6 was..... "Never Been Kissed".

And that's when all hell broke loose.

Because NBK, as fans called it, introduced us to Blaine fucking Anderson played by, of course, Darren Criss.

The. Heaviest. Of Sighs.

I remember I was so excited for that, though. I was a Klainer before the ep even aired because I lOVED him. It was only a 3 episode guest arc, but I was sure they'd keep him, and I believed RIB was telling the truth and they were really done with the Kurt/Sam plot. And, evne looking back at it, while I say "Duets" is the last GOOD episode of Glee…NBK is honestly a good episode. And in 2011 especially, it was kind of a big fucking deal.

But the thing about NBK was that, not only did it propel Klaine into existence, it also created Kurtofsky with one kiss in the locker room.

So, now there were THREE ship possibilities arguing all over the place. Klaine shippers who rejoiced as Darren got offered more episodes as a guest actor (his original version of "Teenage Dream" was and I think still IS their best selling single on iTunes, so of COURSE they wanted him around); Kurtofsky shippers who wanted to see this scared, tortured jock redeemed (some of these shippers I know for sure were Puckurt fans, since, yeah, some dynamics were similar enough); and Kurt/Sam shippers who believed RIB was lying as they had in the past (the whole Idina thing).

Btw, there were already arguments over the fucking name for Kurt/Sam because fuckyeahgleesecrets wouldn't let people submit secrets that said "Kum" because it was "obscene"—but having "fuck" in their blog url was fine. I can't find it but once someone sent in a weirdly worded secret that supported Klaine, but then you looked at the first letter of every sentence and it said like "Kum At Me" or something, which was hilarious and got deleted.

Anyway, there was a SHIT TON of fighting. Klainers would say it was the "Klaine Train" but Kummers, as they called themselves, would call it the Klaintanic, like Titanic, saying the ship would fail, and they'd be safe on the Kum canoe. I'll admit I was on that canoe eventually because I hated Klaine by the time it became canon lmao. And I also believed, like other Kummers, that it would still be canon. After all, Dianna and Chord having "too much chemistry" was obviously a lie and they even broke up Sam and Quinn a few episodes into the second half of the season! Oh, and Kurtofsky became pirates based off the sea/ocean thing. I accidentally created the Puckurt centaur, it's a long story.

Anyway, so s2 was wild, with those three mentioned ships constantly fighting. Klainers saying they'd be canon (we all been knew, honestly), Kurtofsky shippers excited over the "Prom Queen" episode being spoiled by an extra, and Kummers holding onto the hope that it would still happen. They'd say something I can't remember like.... "Kum quick on our tittsana faithfully" or something, basically the idea that the endgames were Kum, Quick (Quinn/Puck), Brittana, Finchel, and they'd also often mention Tartie.

Also, did I mention that b3achd3ath aka peyton, who wrote that terrible YA novel everyone was roasting recently, was one of the loudest Kum canoe members?

Did I mention that gr@ceebooks was, like, the Kummers' leader? As in the person who eventually created The JohnLock Conspiracy???? Also led people into believing that another slash ship would become canon????!!!! THOSE WHO DON'T LEARN HISTORY ARE DOOMED TO FUCKING REPEAT IT!

The funny part was that Grace admitted it wasn't going to happen before the s2 finale that was like everyone's final hope that Kum could possibly happen.

The not so funny part is that it's clear, imo, that Chord WAS hired to be Kurt's love interest and they cut it off since Darren made them a shit ton of money with "Teenage Dream" and the whole Warblers thing (I will NOT get into that, this post is long enough), and they clearly didn't know what to do with him after that. Hence why they got rid of him after s2 only to bring him back after enough backlash I guess idk why, and that's also why there's a gifset of Chord kissing every single original Glee girl because they LITERALLY did nOT know what to do with him once they took away the Kurt love interest thing. And it's a shame because the idea of Quinn and Kurt both going after the same guy sounds like SUCH a good plot. Dianna and Chris were two of the strongest actors, and Chord is actually really underrated as an actor, too—good on him for being the leading male against Lindsay Lohan in her comeback movie, I want him to have success after all the shit he went through on Glee. I want all of them to have good things, really (well, not L3a but lmao ya know, and obviously not fucking Bl@ke Jenner, I'm so mad he's still in that Merrily We Roll Along movie adaptation), since they all went through so much.

Oh, and many Klainers started to ship "Criss Colfer" (Darren and Chris, obvi), and claimed PR was keeping them from being openly a couple. As if they WOULDN'T WANT that PR????? Of their same sex couple falling in love on set like wtf PR would want that more than anything??? And, in classic fashion, that led to people sending death threats and harrassing Darren's then gf, now wife, on social media and them stalking any guy who got close to Chris. Chris has been dating the same guy since like at least 2012 I think, and, as said, Darren got married, and some people are still convinced they aren't real relationships, like they're more insane than the fake baby 1ders.

Oh, and of course, Canniblaine.

The Glee Kink Meme—gkm—is a place I wish I never went to, honestly. Like, I was 18 when I first found it, and it fucked me UP. I have said it before and I'll say it again, I'm so concerned for anyone hwo found it under 18. Not in a clutching pearls way, because, yeah, read smut, idc, but this stuff was FUCKED UP. People MADE UP TWINS just to write tw*ncest. Like, literally, there was a trend of Kurt having a twin named Cameron, and eventually people would use like, Chris' character in Struck By Lightning (the movie he wrote and starred in), as one. I remember finding another kink meme for another fandom and like braced myself only to find like…normal fucking smut prompts. No beastality, no gore, no mpreg, no boypussies—and, no, it wasn't that Kurt was a transman, it was that he just had a vagina for some reason, sometimes he WOULD have a cock, too, though, so…Idk.

And I definitely didn't see vore prompts.

And definitely not FILLED vore prompts.

But before Klaine had even sung "Baby It's Cold Outside", someone filled a vore prompt. Wherein Blaine ate Kurt alive.

…This was supposed to be a show the whole family could watch…

There were various memes of the 2010 variety, the best being, of course, the one of him saying, directly from their first duet, "Gosh, you lips ARE delicious". People were daring others to read it.

I made it about a sentence in, realized I was eating a pizza hot pocket (say you were a freshman in college without saying you're a freshman in college, am i right?), and put it down, closed that tab, and I have yet to eat a hot pocket since.

I have to admit this gif still cracks me up though:

So.....long answer, but I hope an enjoyable read on some fandom drama on the Kurt/slash side of fandom.

[kelliealtogether]

@phdmama, you have the benefit of the mushroom notebook, along with the cat paperclip I use to mark pages, being right in front of me. 😌

I'm using this notebook for shorter fics, and the one I'm writing in it now is a Pynch fic inspired by the storm that swept across the US at Christmastime last year and grounded flights nationwide:

MANAGEMENT was a contact Ronan Lynch never minded seeing on his phone screen, except at that moment, the human behind the contact was supposed to be at cruising altitude, unreachable until wheels hit the ground at Logan Airport outside of Boston.

He’d last talked to Adam when Adam was getting ready to leave his hotel and head to the airport, and their goodbyes had included the sign off that they’d see each other when Adam’s plane landed. Only three hours had passed since then, hardly enough time for a plane leaving Los Angeles to reach the Rockies let alone New England, and before he even swiped to accept the call, Ronan’s stomach was leaden and headed through the floor.

“Parrish,” he said when he picked up, “please tell me you’re using in-flight WiFi to call me from thirty thousand feet so you can single handedly join the Mile High Club without me.” 

[WIP notebooks]

[parakeatswrites]

📥🍰?

Thanks for sending this over 💕 sorry for the delay!

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

My fav is getting comments on old fic or ongoing fic. Whenever I get a comment on an early chapter of The Night Hides All Flaws my heart is so full of love! 

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics 

This is hard because I have read a lot of fic, and prefer mostly comforting fics to begin with. It’s hard to pick, but here's a short list!

on the cold and calm mountainside by @behindtheatlantic (v cute, ski trip! gangsey interactions! 💚 so wonderful!)

The Rocky Road to Dublin by @kelliealtogether (i read this sometimes and think ‘damn... should I quit my day job and go live my dreams?’) 

head over heels by emmerr (adam gets a part-time job at the Lynch family ice rink 💞)

Heart of Stone, Heart of Flesh by @charmingpplincardigans (adam is a vet and ronan has a menagerie of dream animals!!) 

With Abandon or Not At All by @tinyarmedtrex (ronan joins a competitive cooking show! Cooking shows are my comfort TV, so a fic with that and great characterization definitely makes the list for me!)

fifteen years later series by @hklnvgl (the one where adam and ronan adopt a kid! 🥰 tho it handles some tough topics, there’s always this kindness and tenderness that i keep going back for!!)

[[fic ask game is here if anyone is still interested!]]

[grapecase]

Harry/Luna, Maria/Kyle, and whatever your three fave Black Sails ships are (I'm pondering whether to start it...)

Harry/Luna: A+. They’re my biggest “canon” ship for Harry (I guess outside of Ron ... fine biggest canon het ship.) I have grown to appreciate Hinny. But I feel Harry and Luna fit together in a way that was fun, interesting, and would have lead to interesting growth for both of them. The thing that I am about. Also, I just love that she got him and made him smile. While he just genuinely loved her company. I feel them falling in love would have been the cutest.

Maria/Kyle: B. If all things were equal, they would be otp. Status. But I’m looking for ships that give my babes screen time. And they are not it for each other. However, if you were to talk just fic-wise? I think I could see them being an A. The majority of their appeal is they are my faves, they are the best, and I would dig them making out. I’ve read some really good fic about them that makes me wish there were more because I feel them being the two still hanging around Roswell, forming a bond, would be so intriguing to me -- especially with their HS history. 

I have THREE Black Sails ships. ROFL. In this economy?

Max/Anne: A+ They are without a doubt my biggest ship in the show and for each other. I feel my ardor has cooled as time has gone on. But I still stick to them out of fondness and sheer stubbornness (ie, fandom sucks lmao). The things that they have gone through both positively and negatively for and because of each other. The strength and home they found together. The really bad ass image of the queen and her berserker. All about that hype.

Flint/Miranda: Run the gamut of A - C depending on my mood and their moments. LMAO. But I think that’s their appeal to me. They’re so messy, yet complex, yet direct -- in a sense. I would say they’re a solid A for me. Again my biggest ship for the other (though I love their ot3. And Madi/Flint is one of my favorite parts of Madi/Flint/Silver). It’s so fucked up yet so ... I don’t want to say pure. But I do genuinely believe that even with the pain, the machinations, the bodily presence of Thomas’ ghost, they kept each other afloat. Heck, the show says as much. And it. I wish the show had done Miranda better. Because I feel it would have elevated them more. But I have a lot of feelings about them.

This is hard .... I relatively want to say Jack/Max: They are probably high key my favorite nonromantic dynamic. Or just up there (because I am in love with Max/Silver and Madi/Flint. And I have Flint/Silver feels. Idele/Max. Is just. So much). But I will never let Toby’s quote go: He loves her. I do think these two genuinely do care about each other as much as they wanted to strangle each other and it wasn’t all about Anne -- though sh was their lynch pin. It’s an A/B+ for me. 

You should also watch Black Sails. Season one is rocky and there are some genuinely upsetting things there. I do think they could have done soooo much better writ their black and their women characters, especially given the effort they put in other things. It isn’t without its flaws. But I see it like the Leverage of that type (Outlander, GOT, etc.).  It is leagues beyond the shows of it’s type ... and most shows period. BUT BECAUSE OF THIS, you can’t always get honest discourse from the fandom about how it erred.  I would tell you to watch for Max alone. I feel Flint MIGHT be your type. But Silver could be a surprising dark horse for you.

Send Me A Ship And I’ll Grade It.

[kxdust]

“Moonlight”

Title: Moonlight Chapter: 2/? Fandom: R5 / should I say ‘A walk to remember’ ?? Pairing: Rocky x Lucy (Fem OC) / Rydellington Word Count: 1,868 (all chapters) Summary:

This story is sligthy based on the novel/movie ‘A walk to remember’, with Rocky Lynch as the main guy. I would like to emphasize the “ sligthy based “ part, because the final product is a bit… AU/OC. You see, I haven’t seen A walk to remember since forever (because is the saddest thing ever!!) and have a really bad memory, so it’s not completely alike, which I actually think is a good thing because in that case is more /interesting/ since you don’t know how it’s going to end (to be honest, neither do I /o/)

Warnings: (for this chapter)

please if there is any warning (anything at all) you need me to write/tag let me know. be save, ppl!!

mention’s of a car accident, people been irresponsable about it,

Disclaimer: I don’t own R5 or the members of the band, sadly. Although Lucy, Will and other characters are all mine. I’m not saying anything of this is real and of course I mean not warm by writing this. (Other explinations inside)

A/N:

they are seven notes in the first chapter and I’m like “omggg!!1!” (?) Seriously thank you so much if you are one of those notes, like I said, any kind of feedback is always welcome and very appreciated ♥. But anyways, I said if people liked it I was going to update soon… and then I was MIA for like a month lol ( <- that’s ironically (? ) sorry it took me so long to update, I’m trying to figure out what I’m doing with my life :T

Never mind, enjoy your reading!!

                                                [ Chapter II ]

It was supposed to be fun. Will was going to drive down the street as fast as he could, avoid Official Jackson by taking the left turn at the end of the road and then Rocky and his friends will make fun of him because he will be still nervous, probably shaking and sweating. His heart will be beating so fast that everyone could hear and they would laugh at him even more.

It was / supposed / to be like that.

Will wasn’t supposed to panic so much that he will end crashing into the tree when he attempted to take the turn. Rocky and his friends wasn’t supposed to run away without helping the guy. But most important, Will’s heart wasn’t supposed to beat so low.

“That was intense.” Ross said as if t wasn’t the most obvious thing.

They were back in the hill and until that moment, without counting the sirens that could be heard in the distance, they were all silence, in shock after their perfect plan was a total fail.

“What are we going to do?” asked Rydel, probably the only one in the group with a little bit of guilt.

“Nothing. And I mean nothing at all. We know nothing.” Riker emphasizes using his lead voice to make it sound more like an order that everyone should follow. 

And they did.

Until Rocky was called to the principal office on Monday.

It was stupid how they didn’t think on the possibility of the police finding out that the car William was driving wasn’t his but Rocky’s, really, and now the chestnut was sat in his very common chair in front of the principal, hearing other one of the man’s lectures about being responsible to be someone in life. Rocky had heard it so many times that could almost repeat it by memory.

“Now, and I had said this before, I think you could totally be someone if you stopped right now with this rebellious phase.” the oldest said, and Rocky had to force himself to not laugh right there and then.

"Is this the part when you tell me what should I do for the next week so I can / be someone /?” Rocky predicted the tone on his voice clearly showing all that wasn’t important to him.

“No. This is the part when I tell you what you / have / to do if you don’t want to go to jail for convince William to drive your car, so he will break the speed limit, crash it, and be on the hospital right now.” The man explained, using his own tone. “Theater, for the next weeks until the play.”

Rocky’s eyes went wide when he heard that Will was on the hospital. The new information taking him by surprise since he didn’t think the crash was that serious. Of course the guy didn’t looked really well when they left on Riker’s car, but Official Jackson was close and called the ambulance right away; Rocky remembered hearing them when they were driving back to the hill. He thought nothing bad had happened, himself and Ross had just gotten some bruises for the impact along a few scars due the windows glass, so surely William could have some scars, a broken leg maybe, but nothing too serious to stay on the hospital more than a day. Right?

One more time, he was wrong.

The teen was too busy realizing how terrible the crash really was that didn’t pay attention to the fact that he wasn’t staying after school for the detention but for theater club. Not like he could do anything about it, anyway.

Rocky took the paper Mr. Patton handed him to give the teacher to sign and prove he attempted to his daily punishment for the next month and left the office, going the cafeteria to take advantage of the few minutes spare of lunch time and eat something.

He walked to the usual table where all his friends were already waiting for him, on “their” table.

It’s a cliché if they really think about t, but was also the appropriate thing since they were the post popular people on the school along sides the sport teams, the only difference between the groups been that if you hang out it the athletes is because you wanted your reputation to improve, somehow getting privileges even with the teachers. And if you hang out with The Lynch’ (and Rocky and Ellington) people would respect you… most of the time out of fear. Even some teachers.

“What happened?” Rydel asked Rocky right when he sits down.

“You still here, it surely didn’t go that bad,” guessed Ellington.

The rumor of the possibility of going to jail after the crash had already been spread around the school while he talked with Mr. Patton, and although most people would see the concern on his friends as an action of worry towards him, it was mostly the fear of being betrayed that spook.

“What’s that?” wondered Ross, looking at the paper sheet on Rocky’s hand.

“Report sheet, need the teacher to sign it.” Rocky explained, stilling some food from someone’s tray, and tempted to make a joke about how the youngest didn’t know what it was, the typical phrase of ‘are you even Riker’s brother?’ rolling on his tongue.

But said blond interrupted, took the paper from him and read it: “’Penalization: Assist Mrs. Jonson on Theater Club daily until show day’. When is the show day?... And why theater club?” Riker asked a bit conceded, until that day nobody had had a penalty like that one. They had been only calls to parents, detentions after classes or cleaning the school on weekends.

“Something about this time been worst.” Rocky simply answered, not sure if he should tell them about William, they wouldn’t care anyway. “And no idea when is that day.” he shrugged. Perhaps he should cared more, but he decided his mom did enough caring for the both of them and so he was just going to assist to the stupid penalization to avoid any other problems.

A/N:

Sooo this chapter is longer, hope that makes it up for the waitng haha. Anyways… tell me your thoughts and all, okay? Any kind of feedback is always welcome :)

((also. can we talk about rocky’s picture for new addictions??? like... dAMN. it is a good picture ...(? )))

[bandsanitizer]

How did you make your edits for the Austin Moon stuff?

hello bobby lol thank you for the ask!!! um my explaination is going to lack technical terms because i kind of just go with whatever looks right as i edit (hence some inconsistencies) but hopefully this makes sense.

to start: i do all the editing on my phone with the apps pixlr and proknockout. both are free, though they have a quite a bit of ads—they get the job done. additionally, all the original photos either came from ross lynch’s or laura marano’s instagram or a lot of google searching for the perfect picture

now the concepts for the playlists as fake albums came from me rewatching austin & ally this year and being like “wHAT HAPPENED IN THE TIME SKIP???” yknow those years between ally giving austin her book and them being on the helen show? yeah. i was like “what happened?!? i need to know” and originally i was thinking of a fic but i started also getting into the driver era and thus i thought up “what if like... austin moon had other albums?!” cos we kind of just know of his first album in canon. and then it extended to “hOLY MOLY WHAT ABOUT THEIR DUO ALBUM?!?” anyways that’s way more backstory so onto the edits

WiLdHeArT

okay so this was the simplest of the edits. basically i took this photo:

cropped it into a square, played around with some of the exposure and such to make ross look less washed out, and then rotated the image and put some text over it. the font is provided with pixlr and i chose it because it conveys how i’d kind of imagine austin moon’s handwriting. the “album” itself was meant to have a very personal/authentic aspect so i thought it fit.

for the back cover/track listing, i took this photo:

and used proknockout to crop out ross. then in pixlr, i layered it over a solid background, with some rotation. add some filters, played with lighting, then blurred the whole image before adding the text on top. definitely one of the more rushed back cover edits.

ECLIPSE

okay so i had fun with this! the front cover comes from this original photo from some magazine shoot the driver era did (i think it was MOOD but i can’t remember)

this “album” was intended to capture a darker side to austin moon’s music and i really love ross’ harley hair so i had to go with brunet ross lynch. in pixlr i cropped to a square, did a lot of filtering to have cooler tones (matching the darker feel of the playlist) and then played with a filter that adjusts texture. after that, i layered the image over itself with adjustments to size and position to get that distorted effect. then i added the font and such lol

for the back cover the original came from pexels which is a royalty/copyright free image site

basically to match the title i wanted to utilize an eclipse image. i played around a lot with how i wanted the track listing to be. eventually i figured it out, put the text down with pixlr, and then played with filter and exposure and such to get the bluish glow that matches the front cover edit along with a warmer tone for the background. then i used a filter that inverted the colors to get the contrasting blue-black side. then i used proknockout’s collage option to put the two together—kind of to convey the crossing-paths aspect of an eclipse.

last step was going back into pixlr and if you look closely, it’s not just a solid background. it actually has several lines of the text “there’s no way i could make it without you do it without you be here without you” which is an oblivious reference to the austin & ally theme song. it’s meant (in this au of sorts) to be austin giving recognition to ally’s impact in his life and career on an album that marks a step away from his past. ANYWAYS! the text just has very very low opacity to make it blend better.

where you are

this one i think i had the most fun and the most trouble with because i could NOT find a nice image of both ross and laura. thus i had to search to find the right images. bc tumblr is limiting me to 10 images total on this, i’m only including one of the two images of laura i used. they’re both from the same photo shoot and screenshots from one of her recent instagram posts. the images of ross/base photos for the edits came from the driver era instagram.

okay so front cover edit took this phot of laura:

and used proknockout to crop her out of the background. then i used pixlr to layer it into this image of ross to kind of make it appear as if she’s standing behind the piano:

which you can see in the final edit! then i layered black squares, erasing majority of their inside, to get those black frames throughout the edit. finally i added text. originally I had a logo concept for austin & ally but then thought the simple font looked much better for the concept of the album—which was meant to convey their maturity as artists. also played around with the coloring and shadows and exposure.

finally for the back cover, i cropped this image (sorry rocky):

and used proknockout to take an image of laura sitting and layer it onto the driver era image. then i played with some exposure and filters to get laura’s lighting to match that of the original image. after realising the pic of laura was way higher in quality than ^this, i blurred it A LOT. then i used the same technique with the black squares, only this time lowering the opacity a bit. then i went with a font that was a bit more playful to set up the track listing. “two in a million” was left as a bonus track since it’s not on the playlist because it’s not on spotify.

and yeah! that’s how the edits were done! they were honestly a lot of fun and sparked by the playlists i made towards the beginning of this year. they all had a few different versions LOL but anyways, thank you for asking! i had fun sharing and i hope you enjoyed the playlists, the edits, and/or this explaination! sorry it’s not too technical!

[exyjunkies]

83 and/or 85 for pynch?

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have a half-assed non-magical au where the both of them are actors!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oKAY GO

fic meme 1-100: pynch + 83. “It’s always been you.”

send me a ship and a number and i’ll write you a drabble (1-50) (51-100)

Adam regretted just about everything that got him to this point in his life. Maybe the universe just hated him. Maybe he really should’ve seen this coming.

Maybe… he should’ve quit acting.

Because if he did, he wouldn’t be at a table-read for this upcoming pilot of a drama with… Ronan Lynch.

His ex. Of many, many months.

And now, his co-star.

By some twist of the goddamned universe.

Adam’s assistant, Diane (who was by the refreshments table), could probably see - and feel - how on-edge Adam was. She shot Adam a small smile and mouthed you got this.

“You guys need anything else? We’re just waiting for a few others to arrive,” one of the directors said, patting Adam on the shoulder. Adam tried to miss the way Ronan glanced at the hand, squeezing gently for a millisecond then pulling away. Adam also tried to not make his freezing up at the touch so damn obvious.

God, this was so awkward.

“We’re good here man. Thanks.” Ronan bit out, looking down at his script and tapping two fingers on the table.

Clearing his throat, Adam forced his eyes down and looked at his own script, the Courier letters seemingly dancing around the page. In the background, he could hear the other people in the room casually chit-chatting, random exchanges about anything from the weather to the most recent basketball game barely enough to help him escape the beating of his own heart.

Maybe if Adam just did what he always did - focus on the task at hand, and nothing else - he’d get through this quickly, and then he’d be able to go home to his apartment (which was around fifteen minutes from here) and he’ll be able to cry to a romcom of his choice while going through his currently open tub of Rocky Road.

It was gonna be a long, long afternoon.

“Any chance there’s something wrong with the script?” 

One of the scriptwriters, adjacent to Adam and behind Ronan, was frowning at his own copy of the script. They were all stuck on the crucial turning point in the pilot.

Adam didn’t even completely understand the context of the scene. All he knew was that he was supposed to say It’s always been you to Ronan as if he meant it.

As if he meant it and it still matters.

Okay, yeah, he can see why he was struggling with that one.

The first few times they attempted this scene was particularly icy enough on Adam’s part, enough that they’d all decided to take a break and review where things were supposed to go. Which meant that Adam had time to compose himself before actually saying those words.

Thankfully, those around him were genuinely concerned with the way the script was going, and not how badly Adam was obviously doing.

“Did it not seem genuine enough? Maybe the ‘always’ was too much? Adam’s character is some sort of drama queen--”

“I want it the same, but maybe Adam should be crying--”

“Maybe change it to ‘It /was/ always you’?”

Across Adam, Ronan had two fingers pressed to the side of his head. Adam saw that he was mouthing some words of the script, his eyes scanning the page intently.

“Okay, maybe we should just try it from the start of the scene,” one of the producers next to Adam said, which earned grunts and nods of approval across the room. Adam cleared his throat to get rid of the nervousness and sat up straight in his chair. Damn this dramatic angle.

““You’re not making this any easier, Charlie,”, Adam said, glad that he still didn’t have to meet Ronan’s eyes.

Ronan shifted in his own seat, but didn’t lift his eyes from his script either. 

““But when has it ever been easy with the two of us, anyway?””

““I don’t know. You tell me. This vicious cycle never seems to end.””

““And why is that, huh? Why the fuck is that?””

Adam inhaled through his nose quickly, which looked like he was acting to the others. When really, he just wanted to calm himself the fuck down.

““Because... well, it’s always been you.”” Adam looked up once, and ignored the stab in his chest when his eyes met Ronan’s. ““Shouldn’t you know that by now?””

The silence that followed was heavy with tension thick enough that Adam wanted to slice through it by walking out and slamming the door behind him. Grand exit, complete with a breakdown later when he went home.

Why were things still so crappy between the both of them? It wasn’t as if it was Adam’s shortcoming for not wanting to be okay after the breakup. He really did try the reconciliation route. He really did.

““Things haven’t been the same since then, if I’m being honest.””

A part of Adam wanted to slap the scriptwriters in the face. They might as well write out the rest of the talk that he and Ronan actually needed to have.

““Then what do you want me to do about it?””

Ronan’s stare at Adam was stony, almost cold. Or maybe Adam was reading too much into it. 

Maybe he just refused to see anything but what he was expecting from Ronan.

““Nothing that could change the past.””

“Alright, cut, cut, cut!” The head producer (or so Adam assumed) said, standing up and clapping his hands. “Slight bravo. Maybe you guys just need some fresh air. But at least you both got the aura down pat!”

“I agree. But I still think this line has to go--” “What about Ronan’s expression at this point--” “There should be an interruption--”

Amidst the noise, Adam had his own ruckus inside in his head. He needed some fresh air. Maybe a shot of vodka. Maybe his assistant should knock him out.

“Diane, I’m gonna step out for a bit,” he informed his assistant, who nodded quickly and gave him the thumbs up. He didn’t know how she did it, but Diane just somehow always knew. Adam was never going to fire Diane.

The steps leading up from their conference room led to the door to the rooftop, which was where Adam decided to go. It was a little chilly outside, but his jacket would have to do. Adam went up to a wall and slid down dramatically against it, closing his eyes and forcing himself to think of other things.

And among those other things was him trying not to hope that Ronan would follow him up here. 

[honeysucklepink]

To the person who responded to my fic “Category Is...” with the following:

“there aint no white bitches up in ballroom, not now, not ever and especially not tomorrow bitch.”

I read your comment and I have to admit, it shook me up a bit. But I wanted to address this issue. First, upfront: I am a bi/pan non-binary gal, in a cishet-appearing marriage, and I am from Mississippi. So, cis-appearing white privilege AND from the Most Racist State on Earth? Yep, I’m already at a disadvantage even attempting to write in this culture. But give me a minute.

I am Generation X. I grew up with MTV and AIDS, Madonna’s “Vogue” and RuPaul’s “Supermodel of the World.” I was fortunate to live in a unique college town, with a school district that didn’t run away from integration like most of the counties surrounding us did (look up “segregation academies” for an eye-opener), and an art house theatre hangout for us misfit kids. There I watched movies by John Waters and Spike Lee, Lynch and Tarantino. I wore fishnets to Rocky Horror at midnight and a lace bustier to Truth or Dare. I had crushes on all of Madonna’s backup dancers...ALL of them. So I knew I was different. It took me years, YEARS to come to terms that I wasn’t straight, and more to realize the binary was bullshit. I am HYPER aware of issues related to race, representation, and privilege. I educated myself. I was lucky to find the parts of social media that weren’t run by 4chan. I followed women of color...black, Latina, Native. I followed queer people, trans people. I listened, and I amplified their voices the best I could...and can. It’s an ongoing thing.

I also read last week that a trans woman of color nearly got thrown out of Stonewall...fucking STONEWALL, for speaking out and protesting the commercialization and gentrification of Pride. I read an Atlantic headline (I refused to give it the clicks) saying that “hey the fight is over we won,” and I’m like “HUH?” When queer people can still get fired, refused housing, when trans women of color get murdered every fucking day? Trans women of color started the goddamn movement! Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera threw the first bricks. The Houses of LaBeija, Xtravaganza, Aviance are legendary in ballroom. I know this. 

So why did I put a white kid in a house? It came down to the prompt first of all, and the character the second. I don’t know if you found my fic because you were looking for Pose fic and stumbled across this, but I should explain my primary fandom is Glee, particularly Kurt and Blaine (“Klaine”). Both are produced by Ryan Murphy. I love Pose so much, so when we had a Klaine fic gift exchange last summer I got sent the Pose prompt. Trust me my immediate thought was “how am I gonna put Kurt’s pale butt in this world?” Kurt is not only white, he is blindingly so...for fuck’s sake one of his canon nicknames in high school was “Porcelain” (a canon fact I decided to carry over). He is also, as his dad Burt Hummel would say “REALLY gay...sings like Diana Ross and dresses like he owns a magic chocolate factory.” But I couldn’t put him in Stan’s corporate world; Kurt would never fit in there. And the white cismale gay world is hardly depicted in Pose.

The other option was yes, putting him in the ballroom world, and in a house. So I did, and took painstaking care to a) do all the research I could, and b) find a way to justify why he would be there. And it came down to House of Abundance. When I saw Kurt, I saw him as one of Elektra’s children; cold, aloof, poised, fierce. Someone with theatricality, but who could cut you with a glance. Someone who has had to put up walls for protection, but when the walls come down there is a warm heart. But someone who knows that even in the ballroom world he is an anomaly, an outsider. Someone who has to constantly prove that he belongs...somewhere. Other houses point out his white privilege; Elektra uses it to her advantage. And in the current canon season of Pose, Elektra has started a new house and added a white queen, who says herself when invited “ain’t no white queens in ballroom.” 

Which brings us to Blaine...which is a touchy subject in the Glee fandom in case you didn’t know. Darren Criss is half-Filipino. It was never confirmed whether he was “white” on the show. Some wrote him as white (and they were accused of “whitewashing” Blaine). Others wrote him as Pinoy, because the actor is. Criss himself has said he knows he is “white-passing,” and Murphy has never confirmed one way or the other. I wrote him as Pinoy, partly to be sure there wasn’t another white kid in ballroom, but also because of the dad angle, and I honestly was a little inspired by another Ryan Murphy role...Modesto Cunanan, Andrew’s father, in Assassination of Gianni Versace.

Ultimately however, it comes down to this; Glee and Pose are both fictional worlds. Pose is more rooted in a historical, legitimate culture, but the story is still an AU, an “alternate universe.” Would Kurt ever be in a house in real life? I don’t know. But I write Kurt and Blaine fic. I was asked to put them in the Pose world, and I did the best I could. I have educated and reeducated myself on sexuality, gender, ballroom, the lives of all who live on the LGBTQ+ spectrum. And I know I will die never having learned everything or even coming close to erasing my privilege. I can only invite you to read the entire story that I put my heart into, and the care I took with canon characters like Blanca and Pray. If you read this far, thank you for listening.

ETA: then I realized you don’t have an account, you are most likely a troll (as a friend said most “megaaatrons” she sees in social media are white girls), and your comment contained abuse, so I reported it as spam. But this I’m leaving up, cause I worked hard on it.