#snip tag

[fiddleleafedfig]

Bedtime snip (ish)

Thank you @fruityindividual for the tag!! And since it is the eve of the first chapter posting of the new wip, yall are getting smut (ish)

Remus draws back, just enough to see those eyes again, see that kiss-sore mouth and realize what it is he has in front of him. Seeing, in his head, how Sirius had made eyes at that man at the bar, how he had explained how it would be better for them to remain friends.

And Sirius is still too sweet, still needs to…

Remus presses his lips back on Sirius’, needing to taste it all again, to remind himself of what his lips felt like. If they were as sweet as they looked to be.

Sirius’ hands travel around to his chest, fidgeting and trying to drag Remus’ shirt up his torso. His head is spinning.

“Get on your knees.”

No pressure tag 🩷: @hxlda-hxlda @imsiriuslyreading @swoopswrites @spookymoonie and anyone else who wants to participate!!

[snip-stein]

A bit of teasing.

[thresholdbb]

I'm a Kai Winn apologist but not because I think she's a good person. She's a compelling tragic character

[hballegro]

So Alright, Cool, Whatever

its not like i've got something grand to say to you

'So Alright, Cool, Whatever' by the Happy Fits [from Concentrate]

first time makin one of these so. could be shitty. created because spotify recommended i add this song to my BJ playlist and i went 'ur so right bestie' and here we are. the most polished section is from the shoulder nuzzling to 'same size same shape'. if u couldnt tell. rip. i had like 80% of that section done from the start lol

HERES MY CITATIONS READ EM AND WEEP cause i did; there arent timestamps because im incredibly tired. some of the scenes should be 'hallmarks' though to help u find ur way around. it SHOULD all be in order tho.

The smell of music

Lil

GFA

Where theres a will theres a war

GFA

Novocain mutiny

Joker is wild

Aint love grand

Hepatitis

Morale victory

Welcome to korea 1

Welcome to korea 2

Deluge

Preventative Medicine

War for all seasons

Mail call 3

The Kids

Aint love grand 

Trick or treatment

Private Finance

Private Finance [same scene]

Hawk’s nightmare

Soldier of the month

Morale victory

War for all season

Preventative Medicine

Lil

The Winchester Tapes

Tea and empathy

Are You Now, Margaret

Preventative Medicine 

Mr n Mrs Who

Yalu brick

None Like it Hot

The Tooth Shall Set You Free

Hepatitis

None Like it Hot

Bj papa san

Yessir baby

The Most Unforgettable Characters

Oh how we danced

Oh how we danced

Aint love grand

Period of adjustment

Mail call 3

War Co-Respondent

Life time

The Life You Save

No sweat

Preventative Medicine

Flagg

Depressing news

Father’s Day

War Co-Respondent

Mr n Mrs Who

War for all seasons

Soldier of the month

Peace on us

No Laughing Matter

No Laughing Matter

Mr n Mrs Who

Rumor at the Top

Patent 4077

Letters

Morale Victory

Mr n Mrs Who

The Bilford Syndrome

Morale victory again 

GFA

Tell it to the marines

Tell it to the marines

Morale victory

Soldier of the month

Birthday girls

War Co-Respondent 

Soldier of the month YET AGAIN

GFA

GFA

shoutout hawkeye for not once but twice looking at bj's lips on beat without me trying to make him do that

also i kept going 'wow i kept using these episodes a lot of times' i am lucky i managed to contain myself and only do the hugs from Aint Love Grand ONCE. there were FOUR HUGS there. and i picked ONE. thats restraint.

[pl0tty]

✍️ wip snip 💭

i was tagged by @edieblakewrites and @soliblomst to share an excerpt from something i've been working on :') thank you for tagging me bbs!!! <3

this started out as an entry for a fest but is now just a regular ol' wip i sometimes fantasize about finishing heh.

junior auror potter gets saddled with draco malfoy's parole visit one sunny day and has to check out his potions laboratory while he's there:

There was a furious flush on Malfoy’s face. Harry was clutching his throbbing kneecap when Malfoy swiftly levitated the book into the air and, with a flick of his wand, produced several sheets of paper next to it. He flicked his wand again and the book shot across the room, slamming into an open cabinet, its wooden doors shutting and locking in its wake. The papers fell on top of Harry’s head, then scattered around the floor. “Oops. Sorry,” Malfoy said, sounding extremely unsorry. “Well, those are your copies of the ledger.” Harry glared at him. He pointed his wand at the papers, and they promptly gathered into his outstretched hand. “I wasn’t going to duplicate your weird porn sketches, Malfoy.” “They’re not—!” Malfoy looked pained now. “They’re scientific illustrations, Potter. It’s research. You wouldn’t understand, of course, anything more cerebral than Quidditch Through the Ages goes straight over your head—”  “What kind of scientific purpose requires you to analyse the anatomy of an arsehole?” Harry pressed, completely forgetting himself. It was like Hogwarts all over again, the scarlet colour of his robes at the edge of his vision barely tethering him to his painstakingly cultivated adult persona. “It’s not just the—! It’s also the surrounding…!” Malfoy paused, took a few sharp breaths while looking as if he’d really like to be stomping his foot. “It’s for my formula, alright! For my lubrication potion!” He did stomp his foot then. Harry frowned. “Your what?” “I don’t expect you to understand, of course. Hetero Hero of Our Hearts, Protector of the Straight and Narrow—” “What are you even—” “However,” Malfoy went on, looking bored all of a sudden, his annoyance devolving into his usual, devastating drawl. “Some of us are a little bent, Potter. Some of us are very bent, actually, and keen on exploring ways in which we can bring pleasure to our bodies beyond what we get from the very utilitarian Lubrico.” Harry felt the fight leak out of him. “You’re…bent?” “Yes,” Malfoy said, raising his chin. “Are you going to write that down in your little form?” Heat rushed to Harry’s face. “Er, no. That’s. Not necessary.” “Whatever,” Malfoy said. “You can. I don’t care. Write it all down, see if I stop you.” “Of course I’m not going to—” “Please,” pressed Malfoy, voice coming out kind of reedy now. “I can help. The parolee has been spending his time on house arrest renovating his mansion and perfecting his formula for homemade lube. How’s that sound?”

tagging @appleslightning @fluxweeed @itsphantasmagoria @fastbrother @fanarthasmyheart if u wanna share ur lovely sketches/words 💕

[meamiki]

many mirabelle’s for mirabelle's birthday :]

happy birthday to mirabelle !!!!!!

[dr3am-b3an]

The new short destroyed me dude

[philonob]

The Cursed

[gizkalord]

I've noticed newer media about tcw era anakin and ahsoka is generally more angsty and has touched more upon anakin's tough love teaching style (aka tales of the jedi ep), and this episode in particular portrays... idk, a degree of emotional unavailability on anakin's end? which is kind of fascinating because it's somewhat incongruent with their actual tcw portrayal which tended to put a lighthearted spin on things—i think it's partly because newer content is made knowing that the main fanbase has aged up, partly because the deep ins and outs of their dynamic was never the main focus, and partly because filoni's own opinions have developed over the years.

at the same time, this is also something that i've kind of suspected for a while?? anakin's whole deal is chronically bottling up his extremely strong internal emotions, so i don't think it's unrealistic that he seems distant/closed off and then sublimates those feelings into extremely overprotective actions and harsh training. which then also doubly explains why ahsoka was always so frustrated by that in earlier tcw arcs, because from her perspective, it's like he's wanting her to be super independent but then is also simultaneously overbearing.

i've always felt they've never had a "talking" kind of relationship (see: old friends not forgotten), and all of this fits with that idea. that being said, both the totj ep and the ryloth vision are set earlier in their relationship, which tracks with how i believe things improved with time as they got to know each other better, with ahsoka in particular getting a better grasp on the more unsaid things between them.

anyways, it's all very interesting and i'm glad their relationship is being shown as complex and messy, because it was!! they both cared SO deeply about each other, but their respective inability to properly communicate and open up when it mattered doomed them, especially in the setting of such a high stress/trauma situation.

[tatck]

him! ↑↑

[fiddleleafedfig]

a lil snip before bed

It’s like you knew I was just going to turn my light off @fruityindividual

“Did he hurt you?”

Sirius smiles at Remus’ worry, “Not more than any other first love hurts anybody else. He didn’t traumatize me, I have just found it to be more rewarding to focus on other relationships in my life.”

‘Until now,’ Sirius wants to add at the end, longing and yearning forming a knot in his chest. But he keeps his mouth shut lest it tears apart this entire scene they have been setting.

Remus looks at him for a bit, caramel eyes lit up by candles, conveying something Sirius can’t really put his finger on. “I think that’s smart.”

When the wine is finished and the bill has been paid, Sirius and Remus stand outside the restaurant, hesitant to move in opposite directions that are required if the two of them are aiming for going home. Remus has snuck one of his fingers around Sirius’, standing just like they did outside the gallery; close enough to feel each others' breath on their faces.

Zero pressure tag: @hxlda-hxlda @mblematic @crushofdoves @imsiriuslyreading

Sleep tight 🩷

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B r o

[kk1smet]

Monday Snippet

It’s Thursday here, woops. Tagged by @basiatlu, @valoale, and @littlewinnow, who gave us glimpses of so many goodies with their distinctive art!!

I’m sharing these two wips which are part of something. No pressure tag to @artmistersealy @itsphantasmagoria @soliblomst @gotoemopunk and @faiell whose works I also admire greatly, and to anyone who wants to join in. ♥︎

[sharkneto]

Life's been crazy busy, but it's been too long since I shared any writing. Some WIP sharing has been going around, so I'll jump on the bandwagon. It's not a WIP, actually (I lied), but it is a "deleted scene" of sorts from my fic Holding It Together. To set the scene, the Hargreeves are killing time while the Fives (+Sarah) are working to figure out where Five's math went wrong---

“—that doesn’t even make sense. No, I’m right,” Diego complains, frowning at Klaus next to him at the counter. Viktor shrugs, exchanging a glance with Allison beside him as they lean against a cupboard. Movement in the corner of his eye catches his attention and he spots Number starting to step into the kitchen, see they’re in the middle of an argument, and retreat.

Klaus catches him, too. “Number, Number, Number!” he calls, waving his hands for their not-brother to join them, leaning precariously off his stool. Luther shifts in his chair at the table, an aborted move to catch him if he fell off. 

It’s a long second as they watch Number decide if he wants to get in the middle of their discussion. Klaus keeps waving his hand, smile plastered on his face. Number sighs and enters, slipping past Allison and Viktor to get to the sink. His attention pauses at the beers they’re all nursing, a pointed noting of each one they’re holding, before he makes it to the corner to get a glass out of the cupboard to fill with water. “What,” he says, wary.

“Perfect timing,” Klaus says. “Important question for you.”

Number finishes filling his glass and turns to face them all. He raises one unimpressed eyebrow. Viktor smiles at the familiar expression.

“If you were an animal, what animal would you be?”

Number blinks, as if waiting for there to be more. Then he asks, “What?”

“If you were an animal, what you would be?” Klaus repeats. He folds his hands in front of him to wait patiently.

Number’s face twitches. “What animal would I be.”

“Yes! Like, like, like, me,” Klaus splays his hands against his chest, “I’m a flamingo.”

“A… flamingo.” His voice is so flat.

“Yes! One of those ones in gardens.”

“Made of plastic?”

“Yes! I’m eternal.”

Number’s expression pinches as he processes that, but it’s fond.

Klaus waves a hand at him again. “Now it’s your turn.”

He considers them all, back to unimpressed, before he says, “No.”

“No?” Klaus starts to pout, exaggerated and off-putting.

“No,” Number repeats. He starts to move towards the door. “This is so stupid. This is really what you’re all in here arguing about? We’re in the other room trying to fix time and space and you’re talking about animals?”

Viktor shrugs again, an idea to get Number to play forming. “Diego is a wolf, according to him.”

“I am a wolf!” Diego defends.

They ignore him. Viktor continues, nonchalant as he can while cornering Number, “And that’s exactly what Five said, too.”

Number stiffens. “You asked him?”

“Yeah, when he came through a little bit ago. He said this was stupid and wasn’t going to do it, either.”

His jaw shifts. His gaze flicks to the door. His shoulders slump slightly. He rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh, but he stays, leaning back on the sink again. Viktor tries to clamp down on his smile, the corner of his mouth still twitching up. Luther catches his eye and raises an eyebrow – he’s impressed. Viktor’s lips curl more.

It’s quiet for a long second.

“Well?” Allison asks.

“I have to think of a goddamn animal,” Number complains, focus on the middle of the floor while he thinks, one hand in his pocket while the other holds his forgotten water glass.

The siblings exchange a smile – Number might think it’s stupid, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to give a stupid answer. It’s very Five.

Viktor is pleased with himself. He knew that would work. Five actually had played along after similar grumbling, although he’d had a quicker response (“Fine, I’ll play. Uhh… A cockroach, I’d be a cockroach. There. Happy? I have math to do.”) and left before they could talk to him about it. They’d moved on to Diego rather than sit in the weight of that answer.

Diego leans to Klaus and Viktor only hears his whispered, “Bet he picks the same thing as the old man?” thanks to his super-hearing. Klaus frowns minutely and shakes his head.

“Twenty bucks he picks something else,” he whispers back. They quietly shake on it.

Viktor smiles to himself – he’s pretty sure neither of them currently has twenty bucks. They’re all strapped for cash and are relying heavily on the Walters’ generosity.

After a minute of thought and when the siblings are starting to get impatient, Number announces, “Crow.”

There’s another flurry of exchanged looks – none of them had expected that.

“A crow?” Luther asks.

“Yep. Good?” He starts to leave again.

“Why?” Diego asks.

Number stops again. “Crow. They’re smart, problem solvers, inquisitive, ingenious. Good memory, they hold grudges. It fits.” He shrugs. Because he’s a Five, he doesn’t try to play off any of his explanation with a humble smile or laugh. He means it. The only hint of self-deprecation he has for any of this is around that he’s playing the game with them, although they can tell he’s pleased with his answer.

Klaus tilts his head, considering the answer. “They’re really family-oriented, too, aren’t they. With their murders.”

Number’s expression blanks as the siblings start to grin.

“Crow does fit, then,” Diego teases.

“Are we your murder, Numerino?” Klaus asks, pouting again for effect.

Number has hunched in on himself a little. “No,” he says, too defensive. “I gave you my answer, I gave you my reasons, I’m not responsible for things I didn’t know about fucking crows.”

Luther speaks up from behind Diego and Klaus, “You can just love us, Number. We love you, too. Even the us here.”

“Yeah,” Viktor adds. “It’s hard for it to not fit when we know the other you survived the literal apocalypse because he loved us so much.”

Number hunches further. His ears are just barely turning pink. He pulls on a sharp, aggressive smile. “Look. Your game is stupid, I gave you an answer, you are free to nitpick and not like it all you want. Not my problem.” He looks at them all, ending at Klaus. “And if you’re going to have a problem with anyone’s answer, it should be Klaus. A fucking flamingo? He’s obviously a raccoon. This game is idiotic but if you’re doing it, at least do it right.” And with that, he’s gone with a flash and a whumpf. They hear Sarah’s quiet greeting as he reappears in the living room.

They all sit for a second, staring at the spot Number used to be.

Then Allison leaks a small laugh. “I forgot he used to win arguments like that. I can’t believe he still does. He’s twenty-three, right?”

Luther smiles with her. “Can’t lose if the other person can’t make a counterpoint. I think the last time he did that with me was…” He trails off, smile slipping.

They all know what the last time was, seventeen years ago.

It was about time travel.

“A crow and a cockroach,” Viktor says eventually. “I wish Five had said crow, cockroach is depressing.”

“It kinda fits…” Diego says, point trailing off as they all give him a look.

Klaus asks, “Does Five know what crows are?”

“Fei had a whole bunch back in the Sparrow timeline,” Luther points out.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Klaus says, waving that away with a hand, “but does he know about crows. That they’re – what did Number say? – smart, problem solvers, inquisitive, ingenious, and murder oriented. Shit, I bet Five doesn’t know enough animals to pick a good one.”

Luther sighs. “And we know he does really know cockroaches.”

It’s an awkward beat as they all involuntarily think about how many cockroaches Five must have eaten in his life.

“We could ask…” Viktor stops as he realizes how stupid this question he’s about to ask is, but he commits anyway. “Ask if he wants to be a crow instead?”

“Ask Five if he wants his animal to be a crow instead of a cockroach for a game he already thinks is dumb. And is actually dumb,” Diego deadpans.

“He probably wouldn’t want to be a crow because Number said it, anyway,” Allison saves.

They at least can smile at one another over the Fives’ forever grudge against one another.

“Man,” Klaus sighs. “Maybe I am actually a raccoon.”

Luther glances at him. “They do have the little… hands.” He moves one of his huge hands in a pinching motion that might be supposed to evoke the tiny grabbing hands of a raccoon.

Diego gives a noncommittal shrug.

Viktor stares at them all and shakes his head, although he’s smiling. “The Fives were right, this is really stupid.”

Allison gives him a sideways look. “What else do we have to do until Five figures out how to get us home?”

“Good point.”

“So,” Klaus says, clapping his hands, “I think that brings us to dear Allison. I’m feeling… a bird for you.”

Her gaze cools as her attention snaps to him. “If you’re saying that only because of my power, I’m going to make you walk outside and stand in the snow until you think of something better.”

“It was just a starting point!”

[birdcatt]

its awkward for everyone involved except for this guy

[garagepaperback]

thank you to true sweetheart @ghostofnoir for the tag! here's a preview from the next (and final? but also there will be an epilogue) chapter of my wip, a barely lit path <3 enough heart-ruining drarry for a moment, here's heart-exalting harry + ron:

“You’re not allowed to freak out, mate.” Butter yellow shifted from paint to light, gliding with them down the hallway, Harry nodding as he rubbed at his collarbone. “You fully missed the freak out period, that was last month. I don’t want to hear it. You’re here strictly to be put to work.” The laugh scratched up both of their throats and it tore off midway through Harry’s when they stopped at the second door on the left. Inconspicuous wood, identical to the bathroom next to it, nothing special. Hermione and Ron’s bedroom looked the same, just a reach across the hall. And still. It was wonderful. It was overwhelming, like the straining, shuffling, dragging days had shuddered their way through the haze, never forward really, but arriving here just the same.  Beyond the doorway, charmed sun coveted the crib, set beneath two window, gauzy curtains garlanding the soft posts. A half-built pram waited wheelless on top of a rug, sheep the size of cottonballs roaming among the tufted green weave. Pale wood, soft edges, everything adored, everything loved, nothing left out. Harry blinked, squinted, fought through it, lost. “Alright, Merlin.” Ron clasped him on the shoulder, Harry's spine faltering under a gasping breath after the wracking sob. “It’s just Hermione’s office with a paint job—you can’t…” But Ron's voice was dug out wet, too, a handful of fertile soil. “Okay, Harry, mate—” and Ron laughed. “I know! I know.” Harry couldn’t tell if the wrench in his chest was a heart overfull or the muscle tearing, if it was his own laughter or some deeper resin running slick down the rungs of his ribcage. He fumbled his glasses up to his forehead, wiped hopelessly at his eyes.  “It looks really nice,” His voice cracked, the last part of him to.

tagging anyone who wants in! but especially shaking the shoulders of @yiiiiiiiikes25 @jtimu @citrusses @eleadore @epitomereally <3