#this is a snippet to how I've come to love these idiots

[unicornpopcorn14]

Rewatching the skk reunion scene is so weird. It almost plays like a fever dream.

Like,,, it doesn't even feel like a reunion after four years, you get me? The fact that they have been previous partners is more said than it is shown, to the point where I had depicted their dynamic in a shallow 'oh someone Dazai previously knows that he's outsmarting/tormenting? Yeah, that checks. It's like his dynamic with Kunikida but more hostile because they're enemies' way

Que my jaw dropping so hard to the floor once I find out that they've known each other since they were fifteen.

So yeah, maybe I'm just stupid, but Chuuya's introduction didn't really seal the skk dynamic for me (still doesn't, btw). I consider the Lovecraft fight to be the true introduction of what skk really is (read: the true reunion), giving them an aura of immense power via Mori's speech then finding them bickering about random freaking things, till Lovecraft shows up and their compatibility shows with it. So you get the idea that yeah, they were clearly partners.

Besides, it makes more sense given that Chuuya first speaks of what he'd done when Dazai left, because you'd figure out that this is one of the first things he'd mention at a reunion, you know?

But my feelings aside, you know what the in-universe explanation for how weird the dungeon scene is would be?? That this isn't their reunion at all. They've been meeting in secret these past two/four years, only saying otherwise aloud because there are cameras in the torture room or smth dgdgdyehe

[pizzaqueen]

A snippet from a future fic I'll probably never write, where Steve is a widower with two teenage kids, and he and Eddie randomly meet up, rekindling their old flame. This is when they've been together a while:

“Thank you,” Steve says, coming up behind Eddie at the bathroom sink.

Eddie pauses, catching Steve's eye in the mirror. “What for?” he asks, mouth foamy with toothpaste.

Steve slips his hands along Eddie's hips, hooks his chin over Eddie's shoulder. “For loving my kids.”

“You don't—” Toothpaste dribbles down Eddie's chin and he stoops to spit what's left in his mouth into the sink, gathering his hair to one side. He rinses his mouth out, wipes his face with a towel, then turns to Steve. “You don't have to thank me for that. Of course I love them.”

“Not everyone I've dated has.”

“They're idiots.” Eddie grabs the hem of Steve's shirt, pulling him close. “I mean, first of all, they're part of you, and I don't think I could love you and not love them. But...” He trails off, a small smile tilting his lips. “They're amazing kids.”

Pride swells in Steve's chest; he slides his arms around Eddie's waist and says, “They are.”

“And I'm pretty damn honored I get to be part of their lives,” Eddie says, “so thank you,” and he butts his head gently against Steve's.

Steve huffs and slides his hands up Eddie's back, pulling him into a tight embrace. “I love you.” He presses a kiss to Eddie's neck.

“I love you too.”

“And they both love you as well.”

Eddie lets out a shuddering breath. Steve knows how nervous Eddie was, when they started dating, that he wouldn't be welcomed, but it's almost like he's always been part of their family now. “Good to know,"”Eddie says.

Steve holds Eddie a little tighter. All those years ago, back in Hawkins, when they ended things, Steve thought he'd never see Eddie again. But here they are, together—a family—and Steve's never letting him go this time.

[freddie-77-ao3]

sup yall we're vibing here

anyway. hey, my name's freddie, and i'm finally trying to write an actual intro/master post which... we'll see how this goes.

important stuff is highlighted in orange.

so, basic stuff:

as I said, my name's freddie. he/him pronouns. i'm a college student (majoring in accounting, might add a psych minor). not gonna say which college but i'm currently in california.

i've been on tumblr since 2019 i think? not under this account, this started as a fandom account and then spiralled out of control... really fast. um, my regular tumblr which i've not actually opened in ages is @chronicchthonic14 so. yeah.

not particularly relevant to this blog, but i might mention it at some point so, i have autism and adhd. and some other things but. like. that list is very long and those are the two most relevant because i promise if i come off wrong/mean, i didn't mean to, i just forget to make my words normal. but. those are the two most referenced. if for whatever reason someone wants to know more or has questions you can send an ask ig?

i'm scottish, born there. moved to US when I was four. finishing uni and moving back.

some quick warnings

this blog definitely contains cursing/vulgar language, whatever you want to call it, so if you're not comfortable with that, probably not the blog for you, as i don't tag cursing or anything for you to filter out.

if, for whatever reason, if i ever reblog something that contains a slur (against racial minorities, queer people, anything) i will ABSOLUTELY tag that though.

also if anyone has any trigger warnings they think any content needs, please let me know-- asks, dms, comments, reblogs

the cursing thing also applies for sort of dirty jokes? think that only applies to like. two posts and very not explicit. those aren't currently tagged but if they get any more explicit they certainly will be.

queer identity because the explicit reminded me, i'm asexual, and probably straight. maybe bi? dunno, don't particularly care. and i'm trans. ftm. this isn't the blog i talk about that on usually though, unless it relates to a specific ask or a fandom thing.

which, getting into what this blog is for because i can't think of anything else i need to add here (guys let me know if i forgot important stuff, please, i'm an idiot!!! i will forget the important stuff and write random shit instead!! i've already deleted three tangents from this!!)

sooooo

fandoms!! ones i write and/or post about or will potentially post about

percy jackson extending to hoo, toa, tkc (definitely post way less about this), mcga (again, way less). haven't read TSATS or COTG yet, but spoilers are fine. i post way more about minor characters. write fanfiction for and have some posted (both on here and ao3) and a bunch of snippets.

dcu-- films, comics, animated shows, all of it. personally, my favorites are young justice (the comics, not show version), new teen titans, and batman inc (batgirls, nightwing, and red robin esp). late 90s yj run is my favorite, and i loved the DCeased event. favorite batman comic is definitely court of owls run. no fanfics posted, but some on docs.

mcu-- way less so, but have a stucky oneshot. slowly making my way through in timeline order.

throne of glass. i'm an aedion and chaol apologizer because they do a bunch of dumb shit but then WHO DOESN'T in this series. fanfics in doc, not posted.

this would go on for ages if i listed everything so instead, here's an ask i answered on my fandoms/genres and everything. feel free to send me asks about anyone. if you send me something about radium girls i may cry though (tears of joy) so there's your advanced warning.

main things you'll see on my blog are incorrect quotes, snippets, and the occasional fic

this^^

my... idk, contact policy? seriously what do i word this

asks are always open, anon is on.

if you send hate... whatever. i'll probably delete it.

unless i find it funny. then I'll post it. there's really little you could say to me that would hurt.

when i say asks are always open, you can drop anything you want.

literally anything

you need to vent? want advice? want to request headcanons? request a fic? give me a prompt? ask random things about me? something else I've forgotten? go right ahead

if you want to ask me to update my fics? go right ahead. sometimes i forget i didn't post something.

send as many asks as you want, i don't care if it might be spam

i can't promise i'll respond to asks in a timely manner, sometimes i open my inbox and forget they exist for months, i'm sorry. if it's something you really want answered you can send another one

dm's are alright? if you want to be friends or something, go right ahead.

anyone can reblog any of my posts/comment/heart, i don't care. you want to heart 50 things in a row? i adore you. if i had kids, you would get my firstborn

if we're mutuals you can ask for my insta/give me yours.

now, other accounts:

anyway, i think that's it?

[liminalmemories21]

Fuck It Friday

tagged by @paperstorm. Thank you! Cheating a little because this is an outtake, not a snippet.

This is an outtake from Knave 4 that got cut really early when I moved the action in this story from New Orleans to Dallas (mostly for logistical reasons - you can drive between Austin and Dallas fairly easily, but NOLA is an 8 hour drive and that was too far for my purposes. Also, I love NOLA, but I do not know enough about it to make it a character in my story). But, that being said, I really really loved this scene because it was fun and flirty and hinted at TK knowing the Leverage crew (all heist stories exist in this universe). That bit about TK and glasses is going into Knave 4 somewhere though.

"You want to weigh in on this maybe?"  Matt says with mild exasperation.

TK doesn't look up from where he's squinting at his computer and taking rapid notes on a pad of paper.  "Not my turf."

"What does that mean?"

That gets TK to turn away from the screen and look at Matt over the rim of the reading glasses he's started wearing when he needs to work at night.  He's been fretting about it, and Carlos has so far been too amused by his vanity to tell him how unbearably sexy he finds them.  He's saving it for a night when TK needs an ego boost.

"New Orleans has a crew."

Carlos and Matt both look at TK.  Matt's the one who bites the bullet and asks.  "What?"

TK huffs a breath.  "It's rude to poach on someone else's turf.  New Orleans has a crew.  We can't go."

Carlos and Matt exchange a look.  Matt clears his throat.  "Can you say more?"

TK looks baffled.  "How would you feel if someone came into your house and started rummaging around in the drawers uninvited?"

Carlos and Matt exchange another look, and Matt raises his eyebrows like 'do you want to tell him, or should I?'.  TK catches the exchange and flushes.  "Okay, bad example.  But my point stands.  New Orleans has a crew that lives there.  I'm not gonna barge in and start investigating something there."  He waves a hand.  "I'll let them know they've got a fox in their henhouse and they'll take care of it."

Matt opens his mouth, presumably to point out that this is not how investigations work, but Carlos has a more pressing question.  "Wait, does this go both ways?  Like do you get a courtesy phone call if someone's planning a job in Austin?"

TK frowns.  "Huh.  I've never really thought about it.  I mean, I'm out of the game, but technically yeah, probably someone would give me a head's up."  He shrugs.  "Honestly, it hasn't come up so far.  All our thieves have been local home grown idiots."

"Belyaev?"  Matt asks like he can't help himself.

TK makes a face. "The Russian mob does not, generally speaking, do polite.  I'm talking grifters with class."  He points a finger at Matt.  "Cassel definitely doesn't count as classy."

Matt looks like he has so many questions, but Carlos is sidetracked.  "So, you're our what?  Superman?  Protecting the city?"  He gives TK a serious look.  "Baby, do you wear spandex under your work clothes?"

TK gives him a dirty look.  "You know what I wear under my clothes, and some days it doesn't include - "

Matt holds up a hand.  "Nope.  I'm calling TMI.  I don't need to know.  Can we go back to the New Orleans has a crew thing?"

TK slants him a look.  "If you seriously want me to believe that the FBI doesn't know who's working out of Nola, I'm gonna have to tell you to pull the other one, because it's got bells on.  Look, I'll give them a call, let them know and they'll handle it."

"They'll handle it?"  Matt says faintly.  "What does that mean?"

TK shrugs and goes back to his email. "It means they'll take care of it, clean house."  He glances up again at Matt's loud silence and rolls his eyes. "omg, they're not gonna kill the guy, just you know, scam him back a bit, hack his email and sign him up for Cat Fanciers magazine.  I don't know, they're creative."

TK apparently believes that's the end of it, because he turns back to his computer, and studying for the final he's worried about and Carlos isn't at all, and Carlos can tell from the way his eyes narrow and he starts typing that TK has entirely dismissed the conversation from his attention.  Matt gives him a look, and Carlos shrugs helplessly and smiles.  "What do you want?  He said he'll give them a call."

okay, I'm tagging for outtakes - @welcometololaland, you have to have outtakes, and @rmd-writes, and @strandnreyes, and @three-drink-amy

[forever-will-last]

hellooo do you have recommendations for cadina fics? I love "a thousand pictures in my mind" and I'm also reading "mirror me back" and "get in, loser" but I want to start reading more!

I DO!!! I made a post about this a little while ago so I'm just gonna borrow that same list again I made. I admittedly haven't been reading too much lately (I have been working on the Cadina Week content NONSTOP since the last update of a thousand pics basically) but here is my list!!! Both get in loser and mirror me back are actually on it already but I'm just going to send the list as is!!!

cadina fic recs (first, some ones from my friends, and then many others i heavily recommend, in no particular order):

Get in, Loser! We're going... to fall in love? - SUPER cute slow burn made by the incredible amazing talented stunning @16sydd16. Genuinely one of my favorite Cadina fics of all time.

ANYTHING by the Cadina Captain herself, Chisamaya. Maya's been holding down the Cadina fort for YEARS and has 13 INCREDIBLE Cadina fics on her AO3. She's also on Tumblr @chisamayas and posts super cute fanart of Mean Girls and Cadina all the time! My personal favorite fic of hers is Collared (very smutty pet play fic) and I will live and die a Collared stan.

can i come and sweep you off your feet? - super adorable (and angsty at some points, especially for poor regina) fame AU by my very talented friend ninesixtheenths / @girlkisser-wieners on Tumblr! i absolutely also recommend her rugby fic, which is rejanis but is 10/10, as well as her regret indie band au fic.

(mean girls) series by anonymous - this is from another friend of mine who posts these anonymously instead of tying them to her account. there are SO MANY good ones in here including a soulmates au, a superhero au, and some GREAT character studies of both regina and cady. there are a few rejanis fics in this series too but they're all phenomenal.

okay onto fics that aren't from my friends but i heavily recommend, in no particular order:

Mirror Me Back - okay i know i said no particular order but this one's a lie. if you haven't read MMB yet, stop what you're doing and read it right now. it's very smut heavy, however, this is genuinely the fic that got me into writing for this fandom and it is one of the best fics i've ever read across any fandom. every day i perform rituals for an update /j

On Predators and Pack Dynamics - omegaverse fic that is genuinely incredible. obviously very smut heavy but i love the characterization of them here.

if i could tell her (how she's everything to me) - role reversal & arts high school AU from 2020 where cady is the popular one and regina is a little socially awkward. very cute, very sweet, very fun.

Pretty Girls - mean girls 2024 rewrite where cady and regina were anonymous pen pals before cady moved to evanston. really loved this one!! one of the first i read in the tag.

To You, I Can Admit That I'm Just Too Soft for All of It - grad school au that i absolutely LOVE. the chapters are unordered snippets but they are so cute and fun. the author also does some social media stuff with it, i believe on tumblr, so it's a cute little tie in!!

you would find her in a polaroid picture - SUPER good college au with gymnast!regina!! genuinely recommend anything this author writes tbh i adore their stuff!!

i choose you and me, religiously - once again recommending anything this author writes as well. SO talented. this one is a slow burn idiots in love au and it's just. chef's kiss. muah. i love it.

[wanderingblindly]

Thank you Ella @epylonia for tagging me to share a snippet of a current WIP!!!! I've had such a hard time making progress on anything as of late, but here's something I've been toying with lately!

Welcome to my ✧・ﾟ: *✧idiots in love✧・ﾟ: *✧ blind date AU!

“That’s actually, um. It’s part of why I invited you out. To lunch.” Charles restarts their conversation inelegantly, butchering the natural transition. Alex just quirks a brow in response, still half focused on his lunch options. “I’m going to be around a lot more, and I’m getting to an age. You know, where I might want to, ah.” He can feel a flush steadily climbing up his neck, the still-full glass of wine before him not at all to blame.  Sensing Charles’s unusual hesitation, Alex folds his menu and leans in closer.  “Um. Settle down?” It comes out as more of a question, his voice tight as he tries to simultaneously swallow and finish his sentence.  “You’re kidding,” Alex nearly squawks, eyes wide as he takes in Charles’s increasingly red face – impressively red, really. He looks like he wants to fall through his seat, like he’s hoping the upholstered leather will somehow turn into a blackhole and pull him out of existence. Permanently. “You, Charles Leclerc, want to settle down?” “Remember when you said you’d set me up with someone? A few months ago, at George’s wedding?” Charles’s voice is still pinched, as if his throat is trying to suffocate him and put him out of his misery. “Maybe you could do that? If the offer is still standing.”  Alex just stares at him with his mouth agape, eyes wide as if he’d seen the second coming of Christ himself. Or the apocalypse. Charles can’t quite tell if he’s stunned in awe or terror, or maybe some secret third emotion that’s even worse.  Because calling him a flight risk actually may have been generous.  Charles is, according to his friends, a total man eater.   — Lando sprawls across Max’s couch, back bent around a pile of unfolded laundry and feet propped up on a crumpled up duvet. The entire living room is in disarray, and not that Lando is typically one to judge someone’s housekeeping, but Max is rapidly approaching mole rat levels of recluse. Like, he can’t even remember the last time the man saw the sun. In Monaco? A sin. The floor is littered with clothes, takeaway bags, and crumpled up cans of Red Bull. And Max. It’s also littered with Max, who’s currently mimicking Lando’s pose on the floor between the coffee table and TV – staring up at the ceiling.  “So,” Lando tries to break the silence, drawing out the syllable noncommittally. “How did you know you liked guys?” Max’s tone is flat, as it usually is when he tries to come off as unusually disinterested, but Lando knows his tricks. He shoots upright, looking down at Max with wide eyes before exclaiming, arguably, one of the worst possible responses: “Oh my god, Max, are you fucking gay?”

This tag has been going around for a hot minute, so idk who hasn't done it yet! If you want to, take this as your excuse :) I'd love to see it!!!!!!!!

Edit: formally tagging @likepilotlights now that she’s back from holiday 🥰💖

[rayshippouuchiha]

I've noticed you're happy when people share snippets of things they're writing, so today I want to share with you one of the scenes I'm the most proud to have ever written

To give you a bit of context so it makes sense: Time travel fuckery happens when Naruto uses almost all of Kurama's power to get back in time. What little power was left of the Bijuu merges with his body and gives him orangy-red hair the same color of Kurama's fur so he makes himself pass as Kushina's younger brother when he appears in Konoha around the time young Naruto is 5/6 y/o, going by the name of Uzumaki Kurama to avoid raising any suspicious about two Narutos. Shit happens, he and Kakashi fall in love but are idiots who don't communicate. The scene takes place after Pain's attack and Kakashi dying and coming back to life.

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The dust has long settled on the destroyed village, and now the moon was high in the sky, watching over Her people in silence.

Tenzō had done an amazing job, Kakashi has to admit. It's thanks to his Mokuton that the people of Konoha have a place to sleep at until the village is properly re-built.

Not him, though. He couldn't fall asleep.

He's not too surprised by the fact that he's awake in the middle of the night. He's used to it. Usually he can fall asleep for an hour or two at some point, but this time is different. He guesses dying and coming back to life will do that to you.

He's not the only one awake. ANBU are patrolling the village. Some of them nod their head at him when passing by, but no one stops to bother him as he stands on top of a mostly destroyed building, away from where the rest of the village is resting.

Kakashi is not on duty. He hasn't been since the day the Sandaime had told him that he was to become a Jōnin Sensei. Yet, tonight he misses the mask. He feels like his head is too full of thoughts, and he needs to put on his ANBU uniform and let that part of him take the lead. The youngest ANBU to have ever been made. The only ANBU with a perfect mission score. He misses not thinking about anything but a mission, his body moving mechanically as his mind takes a step back and rests.

Alas, he can't. He had to give his mask and uniform back all those years ago, leave them in the hands of the Hokage and never take them back.

It's barely past 0300 when someone joins him. Kakashi doesn't hear their footsteps but he does feel their familiar chakra, as bright as the sun and as scalding hot and dangerous as a forest fire.

Kurama doesn't say anything as he sits beside him, and it's in that moment that Kakashi realizes he hasn't seen the man all day, not even when the fight ended and everything went quiet.

Kakashi looks at him, but Kurama isn't looking back. No. He's looking at the village with an expression that Kakashi can't decipher. Oh, but how he wishes that he could. He would give anything to be able to read this man like one of his beloved books.

"I died today," Kakashi finds himself saying, unable, for once, to stand the silence.

"I know."

"I saw my father."

Kurama finally looks at him, and Kakashi can finally see. There's a deep grief in his blue eyes, a grief that looks as old as the man himself.

"How was it?" Kurama asks. He sounds tired, even more than Kakashi feels.

"Meeting him?"

"Dying."

The question hangs heavy in the air, and after a while Kurama looks back towards the village.

"All my life I've seen people either die or leave without me being able to do anything to prevent it. While I was here, I almost forgot how terrible war was for those who survive it," he sighs, then shakes his head. "I know we didn't lose anyone today thanks to Naruto, but..."

But we could have, he doesn't say. But we did, even if only for a short while.

Kakashi finally sits down, and it hits him suddenly that Kurama was probably already around when Uzushio was attacked and destroyed. That he had to witness his home be razed to the ground. His clan, his family, his friends, forever lost. And who knows where those who were able to run away ended up. Did Kurama escape with his parents? With a friend? And where are they, now?

Kakashi already knows the answer to that particular question for sure.

"But we're still here," Kakashi says, a gentleness in his voice he didn't think he was even capable of having. "And, you know, talking with my father made me realize something important."

Kurama looks at him so intently with those deep blue eyes of his, and Kakashi wonders, not for the first time, what is it about this man that makes him want to open up. Hatake Kakashi hates being vulnerable, so why does he want Kurama to know his every secret?

"While I was with him, we talked about a lot of things. I told him about my old team, my students, my mistakes and failures over the years, and," he stops for a moment. Has to look away from Kurama's blue eyes, "I talked about you, too."

There's a surprised sound from beside him, but Kakashi lets his eye rest on the sleeping village stretching in front of them.

"And I realized that, for you, I'd-"

A hand shots out, pressing against Kakashi's lips to silence him. The way Kurama is looking at him now is pained.

"If you're about to tell me that you'd die for me, don't," he sounds even more tired, and Kakashi can see it in the way his body is positioned that he's tense, so much that Kakshi almost fears it might hurt.

Gently, Kakashi grabs Kurama's wrist to pull his hand away from his lips, but instead of pushing it away he keeps it in his.

"I would have, before," he admits. Kurama's hand is warm in his, as he presses it over his heart. He can almost sense its warmth all the way under his jōnin uniform. "But that's not what I was about to say."

He looks at him again, and for the first time in forever Kakashi feels like everything is right in this shitty world they had been thrown in. That everything will be okay, no matter what the world throws at them. And a smile, gentle and small, pulls softly at his lips, hidden under his trusted mask.

For the first time, the little wrinkles forming around his eye are genuine

"I would live for you, Kurama."

[muirmarie]

id love to hear about #5 and/or #11 👀 -margot

tyyyy - i answered 5 (hear thoughts) here

for #11 - one bed - oh man, so the fact that the one bed fic isn't finished yet is actually a travesty - i got side-tracked with the enemy within fic and put it down, but it's sitting pretty at ~12k, and it probably needs about....4-5k more? or so? Absolutely doable! Honestly I should just sit down and finish it, BUT it's also the most explicit fic I've ever written, so I get gun-shy about it lmao

I've talked about it on the discord, but that was months ago, now: it's McKirk to McSpirk, where McCoy knows Spock is in love with Kirk, knows they'd be good together, loves Spock as well, and wants Kirk to pursue a relationship with Spock (in a poly sense, so they'd both be dating Kirk). Kirk, meanwhile, is 100% positive that Spock is into both of them, and has been trying, lo this last month, to convince McCoy that they should both pursue Spock. McCoy, not wanting to blow up his friendship with Spock, has adamantly refused.

And then, what do you know, there's a storm, McCoy gets scratched up in some bushes and twists his ankle, they end up in some lodgings, and there is, of course, drumroll, please:

Only One Bed.

This shouldn't be a big deal. But.

But Spock and Kirk are doing their absolute damnedest to OT3 this situation.

McCoy, the idiot that I love and adore, thinks this is because Spock thinks that this is the only way Spock can get into Kirk's pants. Meanwhile Spock is doing his level best to get into McCoy's pants. I'd call it consensual dubcon, because it's specifically stated out loud multiple times that if they're making McCoy uncomfortable, all he need to do is tell them Stop, but he does say a lot of variations of if you think for one second, and there's no way I'm gonna let you, and I'm going to murder you with my bare hands. Like, they are absolutely pushing his limits, but importantly, he is allowing them to do so.

Anyway this story is like.........I mean, I don't think it's necessarily all that Much when it comes to what other ppl write, but it's a LOT for me lmaooooo, so I get soooo shy about working on it, but I really should just push through.

putting a safe for tumblr snippet under the cut

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“Jim, why don't you take the middle,” McCoy says, looking at the bed. It's a large bed—the inhabitants of this planet tend towards relationships that involve more than two people, and the size of the bed will easily and comfortably accommodate the three of them.

At the end of the day, though, it's still just the one bed.

“Nice try, Bones,” Kirk says, flashing a smile at him, “but I'm taking the side nearest the door, like I always do, in case there's any trouble.”

“Spock could take the side closest the door, and you could take the middle,” McCoy says. “No offense Jim, but he is stronger than you.”

“I was reminded of that from how easily he carried you up the stairs,” Kirk says, still smiling. “Although I've certainly managed to carry you to bed a few times myself.”

McCoy rubs the back of his neck, dully aware that he's probably flushing.

“I don't think Mister Spock wants the gory details.”

“If the captain carrying you is what you consider a gory detail, Doctor, I'm left to worry if I've just taken unspeakable liberties with you by carrying you myself,” Spock says, that little insufferable smirk he gets twitching at the corner of his mouth.

“Don't worry, Spock, I'll tell you when we get to the unspeakable liberties stage,” Kirk laughs.

“In that case, I'll take the side nearest the wall,” Spock says, still with that insufferable smirk.

[deeptrashwitch]

Snippet based on @raresvtm posted prompts! Love you M 💕

"What if I told you I've been in love with you for years?" (a bit adapted 😅)

It was a night when Alejandro was in the hospital after a minor surgery he had on stand by from before, so right now he was resting for a bit. Meanwhile outside Rudy was waiting for Alicia to show up after he called her, which didn't take long. She showed up soon after with an apologetic smile. They hugged tightly before Rudy punched her in the arm jokingly.

"Took you long enough, eh?" He said with a chuckle.

"Sorry for that, I tried to come earlier but the flights were delayed." Alicia admitted with a sigh. "Thanks for calling me, by the way."

"It's alright, should we go in?"

"After you."

They went inside the room while Rudy told Alicia about Alejandro's state. He wasn't hurt or anything, but after the little surgery he had, he was up in anesthesia. Probably he would be having blurry memories for a couple of hours, which made Alicia laugh when she noticed how Rudy took out his phone. It would be a blackmail moment for Rudy.

"Coronel?" Rudy called when he entered. "Hermano, estás bien?" (Colonel? Brother, are you okay?)

"Rodolfo?" Alejandro asked confused and with slurry voice. "Quién viene contigo?" (Rodolfo? Who's with you?)

Rudy chuckled softly. "Alicia."

"Alicia? Like Alicia Marchant?!"

"Yes...?"

Alejandro was now nervous. "Why did you bring her?!"

"Why wouldn't I?" Rudy asked, confused.

"What do you mean by why?!" Alejandro exclaimed irritated. "What if I accidentally tell her I've been in love with her for years?!"

For a second, Rudy stayed in silence before start laughing until he was wheezing. Meanwhile Alicia was simply leaning against a wall, without being sure if she wanted to laugh or coo Alejandro. In the end she chuckled while she hid her smile with her jacket. Then she decided to wait for a second to see what happened.

"Um, Ale, how can I say this...?" Rudy murmured trying not to burst out in laugher again.

"What?" He asked, still blurry minded for the anesthesia.

Rudy bit the inside of his cheek to not laugh. "Alicia has a boyfriend..."

"She what?!" Alejandro shouted in despair.

Then Alicia smacked Rudy in the head. "Rude. Why would you say that, you idiot?"

Rudy just started to laugh again before Alicia threw him outside, also chuckling softly. Then she sat beside Alejandro's bed, grabbing his hand with a soft smile. They stayed in silence for a second before Alejandro asked her something.

"Do you really have a boyfriend?" He asked a bit sad.

Alicia smiled softly. "I do, and it's you, genius."

"Oh. Oh! We're a couple?!"

Alicia simply covered her face with her hand while she laughed, amused for the raw happiness in Alejandro's face. Then she simply nodded and kissed his forehead, still holding back her laughter.

"Yes. Yes, we are."

[needle-noggins]

Sav's Author Highlight: ImberReader

For the entire week of @trigunfanfic appreciation week, I’m going to highlight my favorite authors and friends whose writing I adore and why. Right now I want to highlight the writing of @scoundrels-in-love, aka ImberReader on Ao3. Rainy is a dear friend of mine and one of the first fic friends I made when I started writing last year!

Rainy's writing is absolutely gorgeous, for starters. Their prose is incredibly vivid, with imaginative metaphors and a deep dive into POV characters' inner thoughts and feelings. Their writing is introspective, emotionally-driven, and full of yearning, with snippets of fun dynamics interspersed between. They can take a small scene, a small interaction, and expand it into something interesting and dynamic.

Rainy is also particularly skilled in writing smut. They have written so much, and they take as much care and consideration into it as they do everything else, and it really shows. I have them to thank for so many of the smut I have written, and they always have great ideas for adding more emotion and feeling into a scene (smut or not!). Mashwood is really their wheelhouse, and if there's anyone who can make Mashwood happen when it wouldn't otherwise (ie, canon-compliant Trimax), it's going to be Rainy. And you know what? With the depth with which they write emotions, they can make anything happen. Rainy has, time and time again, converted me to Mashwood when my original thought wasn't Mashwood. It's become an inside joke at this point, and a beloved one.

If you've ever wanted to hit me for my inclusion of Wolfwood grief in Bluebells, you can kindly direct your frustrations towards Rainy, who suggested the twist in chapter 4 that snowballed into so much delicious angst. :)

Without further ado, here are some of my favorite fics of theirs:

If this is communication, I disconnect (I need you, you want me, but I don't know how to connect) | Rating: | Ship: Vashmeryl | Yearning, all hurt no comfort | This fic inspired Bluebells and even has a podfic! It's wonderful and the angst is so good.

For you, I've been aching | For you, I've been blind | Rating: E | Ship: Vashmeryl (with Wolfwood flavor) | Ohhhhhhhhhh MAN. This fic was inspired by a chapter of Bluebells; it's the same scene but from Vash's POV, and my lord is it yummy. Rainy took our jokes about Ghostwood in Bluebells and made it completely canon. This fic was a wonderful little gift to me and to my fic universe and I adore it so much. The line "We're both so bad at wanting, aren't we?" still shrimps me to this day. AUGH.

I could drown myself in someone like you (Dive so deep, I'd never come out) | Rating: T | Ship: Vashmeryl | OH MY GOD. THE VASHMERYL ONE SHOT OF ALL TIME. The metaphors and prose of this are absolutely delicious and unique. This fic has inspired so much of Bluebells since it was published, and it's exactly what I like. It's catnip to me.

We could love (illumination), we could love you (elevation) | Rating: M | Ship: Mashwood | Roommate AU. they're all so so so stupid, and I love them so much. I'm rooting for these idiots so hard.

Love Like Moon Phases series | Rating: E | Ship: Mashwood | Werewolf AU. And oh my, the smut is so delicious crazy in this one. They're all so hot. I scream.

and darling, all my dreaming has only been given (your) name | Rating: E | Ship: Vashwood-about-Meryl | VASHWOOD ABOUT MERYL. OH MY GOD. God. It's so good. Rainy absolutely excels at the "two of them about the third" thing for Mashwood so much so that it's become a fun joke/trend. This one is. Phew. Good shit.

We'll brave out this storm together (Touch one another, Do what lovers do) | Rating: E | Ship: Stryfewood | Yom. Stryfewood in the midst of Mashwood. It's soft and horny at the same time.

If you have a moment, please try out one of Rainy's fics and give them some love. They're a wonderful writer and an even better friend!

[nutcasewithaknife]

@a-memory-a-distant-echo and @where-the-water-flows this is so fun, thanks for the tag! (and sorry for how long this took ;-;)

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I don't have quite as many WIPs as I usually do now, because life is a bit hectic rn. And most of these are things I've been messing around with for months now. I'm counting anything that I opened a doc for as a WIP. I'll stick to the MLC ones here!

(EDIT: I cannot believe I forgot my favourite of them all! I've added it as the first one!)

Wooing Qiao Menzhu <3

Legacies

The one with the UST

MLC on Ice let's GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (co-writing this with my partner in crimes @istgidek1234 <3)

Get loved, idiot!

I'LL DO DIFANG OR DIE TRYING

Nipple piercings lol

I'm not sure who has been tagged already and who hasn't, so tagging everyone who comes across this and wants to give it a go! (If you do, @ me on your post too, I'd love to see what your WIPs are :D)

[cadmusfly]

I wish you would write a fic where we see what Captain Arthur Ryeland and Mr. Kay are up to

I wish you would write a fic where…

I kinda wish I would too, I love my ghostly boat boys, but I have a stupid kind of anxiety when it comes to going back to things that I started and then lost the plot on - I feel like I'd end up writing a parody of myself!

It's a very silly anxiety especially since the aim of a first draft is to just be a shitty first draft, and I'd like to work past that at some point without rebooting/restarting my ideas constantly, because I like my writing and my ideas, the worldbuilding I've done for TFW and the writing I've done for SbS are pretty cool! but my brain is full of distractable cheese

Anyway here's an unfinished snippet that I wrote when I was actively writing SbS about Shiloh and Kay at the garden markets - this is going to be incomprehensible to 99% of people who follow this blog because I don't post that much about my original writing and haven't shown my original writing to many people, but I Should Probably Rectify That

yeah!

🌊—⚓—🌊—⚓—🌊—⚓—🌊—⚓—🌊

There was no hesitation as Shiloh just fucking booked it towards wrought iron gates. No time for introspection, for how far she’d come on her journey, even if the temptation to do so tugged at her heart and her head.

She supposed she hadn’t changed all that much, really. She was still an impulsive idiot who was way in over her head. Just, with more magic now.

But maybe it was the things that hadn’t changed that were important.

She didn’t even bother going through the gates this time. Vaulting over the gate, her feet met grass.

Huh.

First time she had been here with Ryeland, there had been the weird moving paving stones. This place didn’t consider her to be an innocent mortal anymore.

She ran, aware of the bright sun on her back, aware of the light breeze swishing softly past and aware that she was going to fuck all of it up- out of selfishness, maybe, but also out of determination.

The Estate Markets came into view, popping up like a storybook picture, and she slowed down. The fae at the entrance to the markets looked up, but this time they weren’t gawking or staring at her.

She’d make them stare.

Shiloh grabbed the Asterion’s bottle and held it in front of her. She uncorked the bottle, matching the gaze of the shoppers as mist uncoiled from the bottle’s lid, languorously falling onto the ground and spreading outwards.

“Ah, the markets I have heard so little about!” chirped Kay from beside her.

Right. The accountant. Thanks, bottle. “No offense,” said Shiloh, “but I was kiiiiinda hoping for someone with a gun.”

“You will not find me unarmed, milady, in neither fiduciary sense or weaponry. Why, this is the perfect battleground for myself!”

She looked, and Kay was beaming up at her, indicating the twin pistols on his holsters.

A drop of rain splattered onto her forehead, and Shiloh shook her head. “Right,” she said. “Ryeland taught me bad habits. Let’s try your way first, but I’m not really feeling like shopping too much today.”

Seemed like some of the market’s denizens were beginning to recognise her, or at least the rain. She ignored them- for the moment, keeping an eye out for the ladybird who owned this place.

Last time, it had been Ryeland pulling her along. This time, she was taking the lead.

“Might I entreat you to walk a little slower, milady?” Kay asked. “I do believe you are on a mission to find information, weapons and-or tools. Such a whirlwind pace seems counterproductive to your goals!”

Shiloh sighed- and stopped. Damn it. “You’re right,” she said. “Sorry. Just kinda freaking out here.”

“No need to apologise!”

This guy was just so chirpy and upbeat for a dead British sailor. Way too chirpy for her mood right not, if she had to be honest.

🌊—⚓—🌊—⚓—🌊—⚓—🌊—⚓—🌊

Ryeland had been fairly unconcerned about the cost of most of the items, but the thing about shopping with Kay was that he haggled.

🌊—⚓—🌊—⚓—🌊—⚓—🌊—⚓—🌊

[scuderlia]

haircut!anon again: ok. wow. had to slam my phone down in my uni computer lab and wait until i could string together a coherent thought again. first off like au itself on back burner your MIND and the way you construct this narrative is INCREDIBLE and so raw adn true and pulling on the queer (as in deviant and as in gay) hair experince sooo deeply i feel soooooo deeply you are a magician. further. i was PICTURING max in braids and god fuck the tenderness of charles and max setting their mise en place and sitting together and braiding her hair before their prey comes in…. god. jesus. i can't stop re-reading the snippets. FUCK! sorry this isn't coherent thoughts after all. max and control and cutting charles' hair. fuck me uppp….

anon! i spent so long smiling like an idiot because of this ask, at this point you're basically my betrothed <3

but yeah, you get it. at the core of max and charles' relationship is truly their hounded devotion and acceptance of one another. the queer experience really is defined by those you hold close, and it's been interesting (for me) to try and thread that idea through this greater story about desire and hunger in a way that feels genuine. i've pulled on a lot of my personal experiences of being a young lesbian and being guarded about sexuality, but ultimately it all comes back to (like you mentioned) the idea of relinquishing some control and feeling comfortable enough with someone to let go of the safety of doing things alone.

i also love love love giving characters their own little rituals, and seeing as how max and charles both have a lot of emotional connections to their hair/haircuts/etc. the braids were an easy decision.

(more about max and her relationship to hair below the cut)

there's this really interesting article by Amelia Abraham titled 'What butch queer identity has to do with hair' that got put out by Dazed in 2022. it primarily covers a photography exhibition called Close Shave—which centers itself around butch haircuts and identity—but also goes into the cultural relevance of 'masc' hairstyles and their role in queer (mainly lesbian) expression.

i remembered and re-read it when i was in the early stages of fleshing-out max's character. i recommend the article to everyone, but especially people who are maybe looking to better understand the history of butch optics, and kind of where i'm coming from with some of max's characterization.

(see one of my favorite quotes from the article below)

While having short hair and identifying as butch don’t necessarily come as a pair, for butch people, haircuts can be transformational – getting your hair cut off brings you closer to your gender identity.

like I mentioned in the the answer to your previous ask, max's haircut kind of serves as a physical manifestation of her relationship with her father, and more specifically, how that relationship influences her feelings of shame (and eventually acceptance) towards her own sexuality.

part of the reason that max is so struck by charles saying she'd let her cut her hair is in large part because, for max, hair is incredibly representative of an individual's ability to control how others perceive and relate to them. by breaking the ritual with her mother, charles is essentially showing max that she not only finds comfort with her, but also trusts her enough to have her identity placed in her hands.

i could honestly talk about this forever... since body politics and queerness are things i'm just genuinely very passionate about... but i will save the innocent bystanders of this blog from having to read through all of that in one sitting.

(anyways, i'm so happy that people are as invested in this as i am... keep sending me long asks like this... if you couldn't already tell i'll take any opportunity to talk more about this au)

[auxiliarydetective]

Sanji/Cora/Zoro Fic Snippets, Part 1

I got a very lovely ask from @starcrossedjedis to write some fic snippets for my girl Cora and her boyfriends, so that's what I did. There are a lot of snippets, so they'll be in multiple parts! Prepare for lots of softness!

I made sure to put a bit more emphasis on Zoro this time, because my focus has been on Sanji these last few days - for obvious reasons - and I feel like I've been neglecting my beloved mosshead, so...

Hope you enjoy!

Note: These fics aren't in chronological order but in the order that the hearts for the prompts are in in the ask. The ask itself is gonna be posted with the very last part of the snippets. Also, I can't find one of the hearts from the ask in the prompt list (this one 🩷), so I'll just take it as a wildcard to pick a prompt from the remaining ones <3

❤️ First Kiss/Realization

Zoro was internally grumbling the entire time as Chopper kept performing various tests on him. All he had done was jump into ice water and get snowed in by an avalanche, what was the big deal? He wasn’t bleeding or anything. This little reindeer was just overbearing.

“Take off your shirt, please,” Chopper said. “I need to listen to your heartbeat.”

With a quiet sigh, Zoro pulled his shirt over his head.

This was really starting to get boring. The door to the examination room was slightly ajar and Zoro could hear the chatter outside. Usopp seemed to be telling another one of his stories, and Nami and Cora were listening, throwing in little remarks. A gust of wind opened the door a little further, just enough for Cora to become visible from Zoro’s point of view. Then, she laughed, and it felt like a flare went off in Zoro’s chest.

“Zoro?” Chopper asked, lifting his stethoscope from Zoro’s chest.

“Hm?” Zoro replied, the little smile that had formed on his face fading as he looked back down at the little reindeer.

“Your pulse got faster all of a sudden.”

“Oh. Yeah, it does that sometimes.”

For some reason, Chopper looked a little worried. “At random or in specific situations?”

Zoro furrowed his brows a little as he thought about it. “I dunno. I think it has to do with Cora most of the time. Maybe she did something wrong when she stitched me back together or something.”

“Oh!” Chopper gasped, his eyes widened with joy. “No, she didn’t do anything wrong. You’re just in love, silly!”

Immediately, Zoro’s body went rigid and his hand shot forwards to cover Chopper’s mouth. “Shut up!” he growled. “Someone’s gonna hear you. I’m not in love, and you know it!”

Chopper just nodded slowly, more intimidated than in agreement. It wasn’t enough that Nami was constantly teasing him about how he had a soft spot for Cora – he did, there was no denying that anymore, even if he tried – so Chopper really shouldn’t be joining in too.

“Can I go now?”

Once again, Chopper just nodded. “You seem healthy to me.”

“Good.”

Muttering curses under his breath, Zoro picked up his swords and left the room. But he didn’t get too far before Cora spotted him.

“Hey, Zoro! So you really didn’t catch a cold then?”

“Hm.” Zoro just responded.

“Oh come on,” Nami scoffed. “You’re still sulking? Cora saved us from turning into wax, you better be grateful!”

“Yeah, but she stole my swords in the process!”

“That way they didn’t turn to wax, you idiot,” Cora hissed.

“Whatever.”

“Oh, forget it. You’re gonna have to talk to me eventually. – Chopper!”

Cora’s tone changed instantly when she saw the little reindeer come out of the examination room.

“Look, I finished the jacket I promised to make you!”

With a bright smile on her face, Cora revealed a dark pink jacket from behind her back, small enough to fit a doll. Small enough to fit Chopper. She helped Chopper put it on, biting her lip in a small wave of anxiety. But as soon as Chopper had the jacket on, she was smiling again. He spun around in circles, looked at himself from every angle, thanked Cora over and over again. All the while, Nami and Usopp made little comments, praising both Cora and Chopper to their hearts’ content. Cora was blushing lightly, telling Chopper about her thoughts while designing the jacket, about the purpose of the various hems, about the properties of the fabric.

Zoro didn’t even notice that he had been staring until the thumping in his chest reminded him of reality. Why didn’t she ever talk to him like that? And why did she have to look so goddamn pretty blushing like that? Who had given her the right to be this pretty in the first place? And why did her lips have to look so freaking soft?! Wait…

“Fuck.”

Kissing in Bed/Lazy Kiss/Cuddling

The sun was shining in through the windows, shedding a gentle light on the mat laid out in the middle of the room. On it, Cora, Sanji and Zoro were sleeping peacefully, a tangle of limbs under their jackets and a blanket. It was the morning after a party and everything was quiet, the entire world seeming happily exhausted after such a big celebration. They had done it yet again. A seemingly unbeatable foe, defeated by a bunch of unruly pirates with a rubber boy for a captain. Now, for a few days, everything was alright again in the life of the Straw Hat Pirates. Until the next inevitable chaos, of course, but that was still in the future. What counted was now.

Sanji was the first to wake up, still groggy from sleep and at least a little tipsy from the lingering alcohol in his veins. When he finally registered where he was and who was with him, warmth spread in his chest and he couldn’t help but smile.

Cora was snuggled up to his chest, looking absolutely adorable in Zoro’s t-shirt, and completely peaceful. Zoro himself was cuddling her from behind, his nose resting atop her messy hair, his arm wrapped around her above Sanji’s, one of his hands tucked into a whole between the buttons on Sanji’s shirt.

Carefully, Sanji uncurled his arm from around Cora’s waist, then lifted Zoro’s hand out of its space in his shirt. Just as he was slowly wiggling his way away from the others, Zoro grabbed him by the shirt.

“Where d’you think you’re going?” he mumbled, sounding like he was still at least halfway asleep.

“To make breakfast,” Sanji whispered.

“No, you’re not.”

“Don’t feel like breakfast in bed?”

“I feel like sleeping. And Cora’s sleeping too for once, so if she wakes up because you left, I’m gonna take your head.”

Sanji bit his tongue from cooing teasingly, resorting to quiet chuckle instead. “Are you?” he winked.

“Shut up,” Zoro grumbled, but there was a smirk on his face.

As Sanji carefully snuck back into his old position, Zoro opened his eyes, blinking against the light. He gently picked up Cora’s arm and draped it back over Sanji’s torso. As if she recognized him by her side, be it by smell or by shape or by the feel of his clothes, Cora instinctively pulled herself closer against Sanji, grabbing the back of his shirt before her movements stilled again, her palm resting against his back.

“Look at her,” he murmured, carefully brushing a strand of Cora’s hair out of her face. “Like she doesn’t have a care in the world.”

“That’s because she doesn’t”, Zoro stated quietly. “She’s sleeping in the safest place there is. I wouldn’t worry if I were her.”

“You’re right. Our little princess,” Sanji sighed.

Carefully, he placed a gentle kiss on her scalp, thereby leaning his forehead against Zoro’s. Sanji ran a finger along Zoro’s jaw and along his neck to his collarbone before resting his hand between Cora’s shoulder blades, between her back and Zoro’s chest, feeling both of their warmth. He closed his eyes again with a content sigh. Maybe they’d stay like this for a few more minutes… Or hours…

Sadly, that plan was starting to look just a little impossible when there was a loud thud outside, followed by Luffy yelling only a second later. Cora stirred in her boyfriends’ arms, her eyes slowly fluttering open.

“Can’t even have one peaceful morning with this crew,” Zoro grumbled.

Then, Usopp joined in outside too, shouting something at Luffy.

“I had such a good dream,” Cora moaned, hiding her face in Sanji’s chest as if that would help to block out reality.

“You did, didn’t you?” Sanji hummed. “Hey, mosshead, you’re the first mate; why don’t you go check what our captain’s up to?”

“You’re the one who tried to get up just a minute ago,” Zoro threw back. “Why don’t you go check?”

Sanji sighed heavily. “Fair point. Might as well make breakfast while I’m up. – Sorry, princess,” he said as he lifted Cora’s arm off of him yet again.

He gave her a soft kiss to the lips, one that Cora barely reciprocated in her sleepy state, then another to the cheek. As gently as he could, he, along with Zoro, helped Cora turn around so that she wouldn’t put too much strain on her injuries. As soon as she got up, they’d surely start hurting, just like they always did. But for now, she got to snuggle into Zoro’s chest as he kept her safe and warm.

“I’ll make you something special, alright?” Sanji promised as he tried to make his wrinkled shirt look at least slightly presentable. Finally, he slipped into his shoes and patted Zoro on the head. “I’m counting on you, mossy,” he said with a smile. Then, he got on his way to find out just what mess the Straw Hats’ captain had started now.

Taglist: @starcrossedjedis @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene @supermarine-silvally - let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

[annabtg]

Fanfic Self-Appreciation

Stole this from @artemisia-black and @merlinsbudgiesmugglers, because I haven't been writing lately and I think I need to treat myself a little.

Ten favourite lines (or paragraphs) from ten of my lowest kudos'd fics, with no links - because this is not about raising a fic's stats, but about celebrating the work I've written over the years despite its lack of popularity and - as I realized when I found out it was hard to find lines I unapologetically love in some of these fics - learning to be kind to myself! Most of these snippets are from old fics, and looking back to one's own writing can bring forth terrible amounts of cringe - but I encourage everyone, myself included, to take pride in their older works and find the beauty in the simpler, less refined, more innocent writing. :)

Feel free to copy, borrow and tailor this concept to your needs and tastes! The idea is to learn to appreciate our writing despite our hang-ups, whatever those may be!

Cut for length:

1. And then the green jets of light come again. Simultaneously, this time.

2. They need both. The traitor will come back for his creature, they know – and Bellatrix will be ready for him. He's no match for her. Too arrogant, too surrendered to his emotions to be a dangerous opponent. Too dedicated to the filthy creature's earthy charms. What idiot would value carnal pleasures over the pure light of magic?

3. There's also green like jealousy. It's when he sees Lily Evans hand in hand with that idiot, Caradoc Dearborn, and the next time he looks into the mirror, he sees that his skin has a light, puke-coloured tint.

4. Tonks had refrained from sitting beside him on the bench. She had sat on the back of it, steadying herself by keeping firm grip on it with both hands, absently swinging her legs as she watched for suspicious movements in the nearby streets. Her hair, now a little longer than usual and coloured a dull brown that matched his – it was uncanny how different she looked in it – swayed slightly with every movement she made. He had a lovely view of her profile from where he was sitting, when he turned to look at her; the evening sun passed through the thick leafage of the oak trees and doused her in shades of orange and pink.

5. Of course it’s not any help. What help can a small stick made of paper and tobacco possibly be? What comfort can it offer, when its life ends merely ten minutes after it begins? It has no soul, no understanding. It can’t stop the tears that start streaming down my face. But I put it in my mouth and breathe its bitterness in anyway. As long as I’m drowning my sobs under the thick layers of its tar, as long as I don’t bury my face in my hands, as long as my mind is so intently concentrated on the burning tip of the cigarette, as long as exhaling doesn’t come out like whispering his name, it’s not really crying.

6. He kept watching them, sulking, making plans on how to avenge the offence. Sirius, sitting next to him, was sulking too, as a means of supporting his friend. Remus was watching James warily; he knew him well enough to know he wouldn't let Barbara get away with what she'd told him. As for Peter, he was searching for another argument to convince James he shouldn't get upset over it. The previous six hadn't worked.

7. They say that opposites attract. Perhaps that’s why James Potter, loud by principle and overly energetic by definition, feels so drawn to Lily Evans. There’s something about her quiet demeanour, something so foreign to him and, for that reason exactly, so mystifying. Wrapping his mind around the idea of someone being so serene of their own accord is impossible. To him, Lily Evans is impossible.

8. He pretended to return to his book, but couldn't help watching her with the corner of his eye as she walked in, dressed in a bright green Muggle top, blue jeans and colourful sneakers. She was... loud, in all aspects. The first thought that had crossed Remus's mind upon seeing her, was that this was a girl that could never go unnoticed. Whether that was because of her styling choices, her wit, her perkiness or her destructive clumsiness, though, he couldn't tell for sure.

9. “But I could let you go to hell for hating on my son,” he says, raising a threatening finger.

10. “We all deserve love, Remus. It’s not an award we earn for not being werewolves.”

[forever-will-last]

HEY!! what're your fav cadina fanfics? and do you have any suggestions for new fanfic writers 😭

omg okay so i saw this morning while i was at work and knew this had to wait until i got home to get my FULL attention and then i had to stay at work late so here we go!!! this is LONG so i put it all under the cut!

cadina fic recs (first, some ones from my friends, and then many others i heavily recommend, in no particular order):

Get in, Loser! We're going... to fall in love? - SUPER cute slow burn made by the incredible amazing talented stunning 16Sydd16. Genuinely one of my favorite Cadina fics of all time.

ANYTHING by the Cadina Captain herself, Chisamaya. Maya's been holding down the Cadina fort for YEARS and has 13 INCREDIBLE Cadina fics on her AO3. She's also on Tumblr @chisamayas and posts super cute fanart of Mean Girls and Cadina all the time! My personal favorite fic of hers is Collared (very smutty pet play fic) and I will live and die a Collared stan.

can i come and sweep you off your feet? - super adorable (and angsty at some points, especially for poor regina) fame AU by my very talented friend ninesixtheenths / @girlkisser-wieners on Tumblr! i absolutely also recommend her rugby fic, which is rejanis but is 10/10.

(mean girls) series by anonymous - this is from another friend of mine who posts these anonymously instead of tying them to her account. there are SO MANY good ones in here (12 at time of writing this) including a soulmates au, a superhero au, and some GREAT character studies of both regina and cady. there are a few rejanis fics in this series too but they're all phenomenal.

okay onto fics that aren't from my friends but i heavily recommend, in no particular order:

Mirror Me Back - okay i know i said no particular order but this one's a lie. if you haven't read MMB yet, stop what you're doing and read it right now. it's very smut heavy, however, this is genuinely the fic that got me into writing for this fandom and it is one of the best fics i've ever read across any fandom. every day i perform rituals for an update /j

On Predators and Pack Dynamics - omegaverse fic that is genuinely incredible. obviously very smut heavy but i love the characterization of them here and i also often pray for updates on this one.

if i could tell her (how she's everything to me) - role reversal & arts high school AU from 2020 where cady is the popular one and regina is a little socially awkward. very cute, very sweet, very fun.

Pretty Girls - mean girls 2024 rewrite where cady and regina were anonymous pen pals before cady moved to evanston. really loved this one!! one of the first i read in the tag.

To You, I Can Admit That I'm Just Too Soft for All of It - grad school au that i absolutely LOVE. the chapters are unordered snippets but they are so cute and fun. the author also does some social media stuff with it, i believe on tumblr, so it's a cute little tie in!!

you would find her in a polaroid picture - SUPER good college au!! genuinely recommend anything this author writes tbh i adore their stuff!!

i choose you and me, religiously - once again recommending anything this author writes as well. SO talented. this one is a slow burn idiots in love au and it's just. chef's kiss. muah. i love it.

to answer the other part of your question, about the writing advice, my genuine main piece of advice is to just keep writing. even if it's stuff you don't intend to publish, or a half-baked idea. write drabbles for yourself and just let the words get on the page. i used to publish in a different fandom circa 2017-2019 and hadn't published in YEARS until i started writing a thousand pictures (well, really, don't look for me, but ya know, this all REALLY took off with a thousand pictures). despite the fact that i haven't published in a very long time i never really stopped writing. my google drive is full of folders of assorted drabbles of self indulgent bullshit. snippets from other fandoms, self insert scenarios, some original ideas that with a lot more cooking, could potentially be novel worthy one day. (i am a LONG ways off from that though lol)

my point is, publishing fic can be daunting. even writing coherent or long enough fic to make a cohesive story can be daunting at first. it's better to write for yourself and get the practice of writing even just singular or small series of scenes if you aren't ready for a full fic yet. writing should be fun! make sure you're having fun doing it and trying not to stress the details too much!

if you have any other questions about writing please feel free to ask!! i love talking about my process and stuff and am always willing to share gjsnkgng