#weimarweekly

[feyd-meowtha]

10, 15, 20, 31! 🚨

10) one fact no-one would believe

I was a model for a pretty famous fashion magazine when I was 17/18 (strange considering I hate being in photos and will do almost anything to avoid it these days). The pictures are very funny to me now.

15) Describe yourself in one sentence

Oooooh man this is tricky.

The type of person who can't think of a sentence because she's too busy trying to have as much fun as she possibly can before she kicks the inevitable bucket.

20) a random and useless fact that I know

In The Lost Boys (1986) Michael's name is said 114 times

31) describe yourself with 3 singers...

Cascada, Meat Loaf, Thomas Dolby

[slowsweetlove]

Day 26: Give your fanfic writers a boost and share your favourite MOTA AU

In no particular order

The entirety of @swifty-fox LITTLE BEASTS series. If there's the off chance that some of you have not yet read this... I don't know what you're doing here.

While you're on it just read their EVERYTHING AND THE KITCHEN SINK au as well. I'm still waiting for a continuation of that story. Some of the best kink fic around.

My bookmark will tell you everything about @stereobone IN OUR BEDROOM AFTER THE WAR epic : The fluffiest, subtly smutty piece of domestic love I've ever read. A couple going through stuff and coming together stronger for it. The yearning and everyday life described to perfection. So well rounded characters. The perfect love story.

Sadly I can't link the author of the next fic as it was posted under Anonymous. But CLOSE AND YET CLOSER is an emotional roller coaster.

There's of course @rambleonwaywardson and the epic CLEGAN OLYMPICS AU that I re-read again and again

And while we're in the sports realm let's read @weimarweekly LOOKING FOR EIGHT for some soft smut cowboy action

@faegoddessog participation in my October project that turned into an awesome threesome Buck/Bucky/reader fic. Can't wait to read the rest of it.

There's a whole lot of talented writers in the Masters of the Air fandom so shout out to @avonne-writes @c-goldthorn @onyxsboxes @johnslittlespoon @brotherwtf @irregularcollapse and so many others.

[luckydeuce]

lewd last lines/WIP tag

@weimarweekly , @amiserableseriesofevents , @inpotatoeswetrust , @whirlpool-blogs thank you so much for tagging me (as always, I'll do this collectively for @london-cowboy too) and I genuinely wish I could give you with something more than slightly tacky porn but unfortunately I literally seem to be writing the same smutty scene these days, so -

Bucky grips his hips, his ass, spreads Gale’s buttocks and presses his thumb to the hot, tight furl of his hole, the blunt edge of his nail gently catching on Gale’s rim. Gale can feel him looking, and it knocks him out of his mind, makes him tremble. “Well, would you look at that,” Bucky says, using his index finger now: a shallow press in, a fraction of a movement, a slow, careful turn. “Where’s your lube?” Gale shakes his head, turns over his shoulder as much as he can to give Bucky a glance. “You won’t need—” Bucky tuts. “I asked where’s your lube.” A non-negotiable, apparently. Gale doesn’t understand why. “The nightstand, upper drawer. But really, I—” Bucky spanks him, then. Just once—a smart feint. It happens so suddenly that Gale loses his train of thought completely, shocked by the smack reverberating around them, blinded by the burn bringing him back into his body. And before Gale knows it, Bucky has found both—

Hey-ho! As always pressure-free but also lovingly curious tag goes to @blixabargelds , @wayrad , @alienoresimagines and @simplykayley this timeee

[swifty-fox]

last line tag

tagged by @weimarweekly thankyouuu

as requested, John being supeeer normal about Gale giving attention to another man

“Yeah,” he nods towards Gale, curls his lips in a coy smile, “Needs gentle hands, and nobody’s got a better touch than Buck here. Lands them rain or shine, engines or none.”

Gales fingers tighten around the neck of his ginger beer, slick with condensation and shockingly delicate for all the strength John knew they held. Strong enough to pull a thousand pound screaming beast out of a nose dive and land her gently on earth. Strong enough to break his noise in a single hit. John means his praise genuinely, it’s just a product of that beast in his gut, jealousy if he was brave enough to name it, that colored them something mocking. 

Words failing him tonight, pushing him further along the plank, John opts for physicality, throwing himself on the other side of Gale and bumping his shoulder against the taut line of the other mans body several times until Gale offers him the faintest relaxation of acceptance. He shoots John the faintest of smiles, tentative and worried.

“Love to see those famous gentle hands of yours in action sometime there Cleven.”

Gale tenses again and John bristles automatically, attuned as a dog to anything that brought Gale discomfort. 

“I never flew, they shipped us over the Atlantic on a ship packed together like Sardines,” James teeth are unnaturally white with another smile, “Never been so seasick in my life.”

“Oh,” John drawls, tilting his head around Gale’s lean body to affix him with a toothy smile right back, “You get plenty sick up in the sky too. We had a healthy supply of paper bags on hand for some of our more delicate stomachs.”

The implication that James would be one of those need not be said.

James tilts his head, maddeningly polite, “Well, if Gale’s as smooth a flier as they say I’m sure I’ll be in good hands.”

taggin @joeyalohadream @whirlpool-blogs @irregularcollapse @euph0riacc

[regionalpancake]

@weimarweekly ah ha!! It was Elnor! That'll be why I couldn't find by ctrl+f-ing through Hugh scenes in my bookmarked fics. This whole fic is a masterpiece. I remember reading it for the first time, and kicking open the door to my husband's home office yelling: "GET THIS: 'The image is of Seven, who is younger but less beautiful!' FUCK! WHAT IS THAT? HOW DO YOU EVEN BEGIN TO WRITE LIKE THAT?! AGH!" There was at least a week of me occasionally making a pained groan, and him saying "Is it 'the image is of Seven' again?" (answer- YES) Anyway, I was looking through AO3 bookmarks before bed last night and that line just hit me in the brain suddenly. Mr Pancake was folding laundry and I said, "Hey, remember 'the image is of Seven'?" And he didn't miss a beat, kept on folding and said "Yeah, obviously; 'who is younger but less beautiful', right? Great line. Where was that from, anyway? Cue me scrolling though AO3 fruitlessly to find it, and then posting on tumblr. I'm so happy to now know where it came from :D

@asgerdholl and @ussjellyfish here's the fic rec :D

Things Elnor Knows To Be True  - Archive of Our Own

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Picard Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Elnor & Hugh | Third of Five, Elnor (Star Trek) & Original Character(s) Characters: Elnor (Star Trek), Jean-Luc Picard (mentioned), Raffi Musiker (mentioned), Seven of Nine (mentioned), Hugh | Third of Five Additional Tags: If You Squint - Freeform, Angst, Grief, Adulthood, Being a Qalankhkai Probably Sucks, Choices, What it Feels Like for a Boy, you can never go home again Summary: A lot goes on in Elnor's head. It just doesn't come out that way. Elnor knows it is true that he will never see Vashti again. That he can never go home, for he doesn’t have one.

There’s a fic where Hugh (I think) is looking at an old photograph of Seven and describes her as “younger but less beautiful”, it changed my brain chemistry and I CANNOT remember what fic it was from.

Send help.

Anyone got any ideas?

[soliloquy-dawn]

Day 26: Give your fanfic writers a boost and share your favourite MOTA AU

I'm not taking part in the daily dose challenge, but I saw a couple of posts with incredible fic recs, and could not pass up the chance to share some of my faves.

Quite a few have already been mentioned, like @middlingmay 50s Racing AU (so good I want to scream each time a new chapter comes out), and @joeyalohadream Cooler fic (oh my god, the sweet pleasure pain. So heartbreaking but so tender at the same time).

So, here's my wee list of other faves, in no particular order:

@london-cowboy: All of their fics are wonderful, but especially their newest WIP, Hit Me Where the Heart Is, got me in a chokehold. Two chapters in, and we've been fed morsels of riveting backstory, and it's all coming together, but there's so much more I NEED TO KNOW RIGHT NOW (I will wait, it's fine). Buck and Bucky embark on a (healing?) BDSM journey together, and we're tagging along and going through an emotional rollercoaster while we're at it.

And my favourite potato girl is there!

Also, the smut is delicious. That goes without saying.

@weimarweekly: their Rodeo AU is just.... I am speechless. The tactile, sensual nature of their writing tickles my brain in the bestest of ways.

I think about Gale's blond fuzz you know where probably more often that John does, and that's saying something.

I have just finished this fic, and what perfect timing: @drylite and their Futile Devices. In the grim reality of the stalag, Bucky gets sick, and Buck takes care of him. So good!

Another recent and delicious find: Repressed Vampire Buck by ipsilateral. If someone knows their @, let me know.

@wayrad and their Brokeback Mountain AU. I ACTUALLY THINK ABOUT THIS FIC AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK, and then I panic thinking I've not commented, and I run to check. No, ofc I have commented. It's so good. And again, I have to mention the smut... I can't help myself. So good. 10/10.

We could make it up as we go by youllneverrecme (ah, the irony), @recmeidareya Mind the tags, but aside from that, OH MY GOD. ANGSTY OMEGAVERSE, stalag rendition. So good. Been following it religiously since I found it. We need more MOTA omegaverse. (@wayrad and @euph0riacc looking at you lot, I know you have some delicious stuff cooking).

And finally... last but certainly not least. @angelfruittree.

Theirs is a different form of artistry. They take these stories that we all love so much, and turn them into something else. Something new. An auditory experience. A journey for your senses. The boys truly come alive with her voice.

And she's been on a creative streak recently, releasing a whole bunch of new podfics. Go check them out.

These are by no means all the fics and authors I cherish, but the ones that have been on my mind most recently.

Such a talented fandom.

[joeyalohadream]

Fic Rec

I don’t typically do this, especially because I’m shy and I’ve never interacted with this author before but I just had to write something.

“Looking for Eight” by VoluptuousPanic aka @weimarweekly has become my new comfort fic.

I’m sure most of you have read it, but if not, I just wanted to throw a quick recommendation out there so that no one misses this gem.

It’s a Clegan rodeo au featuring some of the most beautiful writing I’ve read in a long time. It’s tender and detailed and written with care and clear passion. It’s soft and sweet and romantic and their version of John and Gale are simply becoming my favorite.

I’ve been laid up for a week and I’ve probably re-read this story at least 10 times. It makes me feel warm and content and hopeful.

I literally can’t recommend it enough.

Currently at 7 chapter and still in-progress. You can find it here on AO3. You will NOT regret it!

(I will be writing an essay in the comments as soon as I feel a little more coherent 💕)

[survivedthenight]

last lines tag

thank you so much for the tag friend @drylite

i'm 31k into the fic that started off as small vigenettes of gale experiencing firsts and has now become just a regular old fic, still of gale experiencing firsts, but no longer non-linear or really vignettes :)

John moves towards him, eyes glinting. “So,” he says, “does this beauty joint do sponge baths? See, I got a haircut in here yesterday and the guy doing it had a real gentle touch. Wondering if he’s working again today?” He’s stopped close to Gale, toes of his boots touching his. He’s wearing a self-satisfied grin straight from flight school. He seems so young in the dull light that it almost hurts to look at him.  “Something wrong with your arms?” “Think I slept funny on them last night. Almost like there was a deadweight lying on them or something.” Gale rolls his eyes, attempts to bite back his smile. “Sorry, we aren’t that kind of establishment.” John pulls his jumper off, and his thermal undershirt too. His chest is as pink as his nose and looks just as sturdy as it felt pressed against his spine all last night. Gale’s heart picks up; an out of sync drumline alongside the rhythm of the dripping water in the room. “Think you can make an exception?” He hands Gale a wet rag and turns around. The broad expanse of skin exposed to him is enough to make his gut lurch. He’s seen more of John than this before, hell every man in this barracks has seen John shirtless, but it’s different, this intimacy. Gale drags the cloth across John’s shoulders, gentle like how he used to brush Sugar. John shivers as the cold water trickles a thin river down his back, a small breath of air escaping him, and Gale does it again across the middle of his back. He wraps the rag around his pointer and middle fingers and drags the tips of them down John’s backbone, right to his waistband, mapping each rung in the ladder of his spine. John groans and curves his back in response, arching away from Gale then back into him, his ass brushing against Gale’s growing erection.  Gale takes a steadying breath.  “It’ll cost you.”

tagging @wrmhles @onyxsboxes @weimarweekly @amiserableseriesofevents and @luckydeuce no pressure to any of you ofc!

[drylite]

last line(s)

thank you @middlingmay @whirlpool-blogs and @weimarweekly for the tag!!

here’s stalag sickfic ✌️

Gale grabs Bucky’s shoulder. Intent on giving him a firmer suggestion about his daily schedule. Doesn’t matter that it’s nearly winter; if anything he should get his blood moving, before they’re stuck inside more often than not.

Under Gale’s hand, Bucky’s radiating heat.

It’s shocking. Warmest thing Gale’s felt in months. He’s turned Bucky over before he even registers it.

Bucky groans out a curse. His eyes go narrow and displeased. His forehead’s positively burning when Gale puts the back of his hand to it; he nearly pulls away at first touch.

Gale almost asks what’s wrong with you? Like it’s John’s fault. That first, untempered thought sounds exactly like Gale’s father.

“You’re burning up,” he says. “You eat something bad? Drink something bad?”

—

shit i forgot to tag— @wrmhles @survivedthenight and @roycest if you’re feeling up to it! no pressure

[wayrad]

Wip Wednesday

i was tagged by @weimarweekly thank you <3 here is a tidbit of my wip for the WOTA Halloween writing event tehe

Gale would never tell him this, but Bucky sure did take his time getting there. There, with its dog footprints, and its mud, and its towers. Gale can’t even say it, the two syllables that make it up, the fourteen months of his short life he’s never getting back. Hasn’t been able to utter a single word since the press interview, the whole entire bomb group looking to Buck and Bucky like a pair of lucky deuces, like heroes, and all the words he’d prepared in the mirror had stuck inside his throat like a vice, and he didn’t say nothing at all.

The silence has always been easier. A second-nature sort of thing; a fight or flight, his lizard brain that not even days of interrogation could break out of him.

They couldn’t break it out of him, but that isn’t to say that nothing broke.

Gale Cleven is— he is broken. He’s out, they’re out, the war’s over, and he’s still every day fighting it. Fighting like he’s still sitting in that cockpit over Bremen. Fighting as he dresses in slacks and a button up to teach astrophysics to underprivileged young adults at the community college. Fighting when Bucky plates them up two plates of chicken and collard greens that he never quite boils all the way through. Fighting with his hand around his cock, fitful pulling and screwing and pumping that never seems to work, not even when Bucky gets him all hot beneath the collar, big hands roaming, and it feels good but he can’t show it, same as he can’t say anything he goddamn means to.

no pressure tagging @nicijones @wolveshine @skyyguy @alienoresimagines @sleepr-agent420 show me what you got cookin’!!

[blixabargelds]

last line(s) tag

tagged by @soliloquy-dawn thank you <3

“We aren’t in a three-way relationship,” John says. Gale rolls his eyes, but John can feel him yield in the way he softens in his hold, allowing himself to hit the sheets again. 

“Ain’t in any relationship,” Gale reminds him. John smiles at him, pushing his legs further open. Gale goes easy. His breath hitches as John presses two fingers back inside him. “’M serious, Bucky. We’ve talked- ah- about-”

“I know, I know,” John says, a third finger sliding into Gale’s body with almost no resistance. He opens him back up for a moment, until Gale’s writhing beneath him, fucking himself down on John's hand. John pulls out, lowers himself to kiss Gale’s left hip. Repeats from memory; “If we don’t get picked up for a fourth season. Don’t shit where you eat. Although-”

“Jesus, John,” Gale gasps as John dips lower, pushes his tongue into him just briefly. “You’re- Christ- you're incorrigible.”  

John laughs as he sits up again, lining his cock up, pressing in just a little. Gale grunts, relents his mask of steel finally, wrapping his legs around John’s back and dragging him forward. John falls down onto his elbows as he bottoms out, watching in awe as Gale arches up, moaning into his mouth.

“Say incorrigible again,” John challenges, pulling out nearly all the way before driving his hips home with force.

Gale only whines.

i never know who's been tagged in these things they seem to go around in waves so no pressure at all tagging @irregularcollapse @weimarweekly @whirlpool-blogs

[feyd-meowtha]

Last line tag

Many thanks to @brotherwtf. This is a bit of a cheat cus my actual last lines were the very end of the scream fic and I'm not giving you those, so have this instead...

“Hello?” Said John, the cool plastic of the phone against his cheek and a smile on his lips.

“Hello,” replied the voice. It sent a shiver down his spine, that particular robotic quality that did nothing to hide the pure venom behind it. The sheer force of intent. It almost took his breath away and he swallowed, thinking of not-Gale in the mask on the other side of the call

“Egan residence, John speaking. May I ask who’s calling?”

“Who do you want to be speaking to?” asked Gale, his voice curling through the line in that particular way that meant he was smiling.

“Hmm,” John paused, “are you Pamela Anderson?”

“Not quite.”

“Jamie Lee Curtis?” John asked, his tongue pressed into the side of his mouth.

“Closer,” crooned the voice, “say, if you know Jamie Lee Curtis then you must like scary movies, right?”

John took a deep breath, phantom fingers on his spine and the hair standing up a on the back of his neck.

“Oh yeah, I love scary movies.”

“Smart girl, in that case you must know what it means when I say that you look very pretty in that red shirt.”

I (no pressure) tag @avonne-writes @luckydeuce @swifty-fox and @weimarweekly

[irregularcollapse]

Last line/WIP Wednesday

tagged variously by @blixabargelds @feyd-meowtha @weimarweekly @swifty-fox I wasn’t going to but the Thursday extra dirty martinis got me

literal last line written for meatfic:

“I’ve been hungry such a long time,” Gale mutters, and there are so many things he could mean.

nearly at 12k, and sort of resolving to play things close to the chest again because I find myself more productive that way! I am happy to chat and answer questions with vague responses but I am trying to be more 🤫🤫🤫 on main because I think it puts the fire in me. Watch this intent crumble within 8-10 business hours.

Tag for whoever sees this and hasn’t done it yet ♥️

[luckydeuce]

last line(s) / WIP tag

Warning: I'm exhausted and busy with work (sob) and so, so under the weather it's just a massive shit show. And I've been struggling to write but some wonderful, wonderful souls tagged me recently (I'm talking about you @happy-days19 and @soliloquy-dawn and @onyxsboxes and @weimarweekly and @reallylilyreally and @amiserableseriesofevents) and I swear I didn't ignore it!!!

This is collective for @london-cowboy and this account because there's more than 1 me. Here we go.

John takes a small sip of his whiskey. It isn’t Macallan. It must be The Dalmore, the 18-Year-Old, or something similar: deep and spicy—burnt black coffee and marmalade. It’s wonderful. But it’s also— “Not what I wanted, Buck.” Buck has been just raising his glass to his lips. He stops, mid-gesture. “Pardon?” Oh, pardon my ass, frat boy, thinks John. This is perfect, fucking perfect. A wonderful opportunity to start. He hates that it is happening. “They didn’t have Macallan?” Buck looks confused, eyes darting between John’s lips and the £400-a-bottle liquid in John’s glass. “They did, but—” The thing is, John knows. He knows they did, just as he knows Buck was trying to impress him. Win him, please him. In any other circumstances, it would have worked, nice and simple. But nice and simple isn’t really what Buck wants from John.   “Then bring me what I wanted,” John says. He doesn’t blink, doesn’t smile; equally, he doesn’t frown. “Please.”

Tagging @stereobone , @whirlpool-blogs , @feyd-meowtha and @wayrad , only if you'd like to (but adding a Dom John Egan kind of please).

[swifty-fox]

wip snippet

tagged by @pain-in-the-riri thank you!!!!!

a kfak john snippet....we've seen this scene before i think :)

“I’m a puzzle piece that came back wrong Gale.”

The army, or perhaps simply John himself, had formed him into something a little less than human, or maybe more, or maybe just something slightly sideways. A John who knew how to drop bombs on churches just like this one, and to crawl in muddy bogs panting for his life like a desperate animal, and one who killed men with wooden weapons and tent spikes. Someone who tasted blood and offal in his mouth while being served forgiveness. 

He hears Gale inhale, start to speak and then catch himself with a quiet grunt. John puffs on his cigarette, bites a bitter smile back to himself. 

“Guess you and I can make our own puzzle then.” Gales tongue traces his bottom lip, something so endlessly tired about the gesture, “All made up of wrong parts.” 

John blinks once, then several more times as emotion suddenly yanks downward at his mouth, hot stinging grief floods his nose. He drops his face forward to hide his breaking from Gale, lifts a hand to press the heel into his eye socket until the ache steadies him back from the edge of tears. He exhales sharply, losing his grip on the cigarette and watching it fall into the hollow left by the lighter. It winks at him in its last dying throes, smoke rising from the furrow and wreckage with brutal familiarity. There’s a ringing in his ears, rising in pitch and he bites back the need to gasp for air with stubborn efficiency.

Boots crunch of dirt and Gale is shifting to step closer and to John’s side, blocking him from view of the mouth of the alley. Always watching out, always a model soldier, even without the uniform. He’d always been more suited to leadership than John.

“How do you stand it, Gale?” He asks, “How do you stand it all?”  

“I don’t.”

He says it like it’s not something he wants to speak aloud.

 “I don’t stand it one bit.”

tagging @weimarweekly @reallylilyreally @eternallytired17 @skyphloxx @antiquitea @middlingmay

[soliloquy-dawn]

Last Line(s) Tag

After a brief break from tumblr, I’ve caught up on all he tags, thank you @weimarweekly, @whirlpool-blogs, @alienoresimagines, @wayrad, @nicijones, @bucksbluescarf, @amiserableseriesofevents, @joeyalohadream <3

Here’s another Atonement AU snippet. 

Context: Marge might have… snooped through John’s journal, and read some things that were never meant to see the light of day. 

John’s letter: I want to lick you open. 

Marge: ???????? WHAT DOES IT MEAN?

The disparity between the virtuous concept of marriage and the sexuality imbued into the verses had woven a primal, elemental, and irreducibly male component into the tapestry of the story, in which Marge was the sole female factor, disrupting the flow of power. Bucky wanted something from Gale. Was it blind devotion? An act of submission? He had concealed his unquenchable desire within the pages of the journal, the intensity of his wants ramping up over the years, and Marge had borne witness to their unfolding. Intrepid by nature, she was willing to defy rules in pursuit of a greater good. It was wrong of her to rifle through Bucky’s private possessions, but it was essential—for the story to end well—that she knew everything. She had to come to Gale’s aid. He was oblivious to the nature of Bucky’s overtures, and therefore vulnerable. And it had to be done in a delicate, tactful manner. Otherwise, she risked Gale turning on her, if the hold that Bucky’s spell had on him was too fierce.

Tagging @london-cowboy and @polifandom.

Circle jerk round 13844, on you go!