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eiraeths · 14 days
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Injuries in the field aren’t uncommon out in the field. Harsh, unforgiving terrains with adversaries lurking around every corner and spilt blood becomes commonplace. Different positions have different mortality rates. None of them ever talk about it, their job serves as enough of a reminder it takes one misstep, one stray bullet or a single line of misinformed intel, and they’ll be shipped back in a box if they have any family to return home to.
When signing up for covert ops, they’ve already made their piece with how things will go. More dangerous conditions and off the books operations and they’re likely to die with no one around.
Sometimes, they forget. Sometimes they can ride the high of doing something no one else could do but them. They’ll get reminded how fragile the human body can be in the worst possible way.
It’s a cosmic joke, and like all cosmic jokes, they’re never funny. Finagles law is a cruel, devastating thing. For something so resilient in the face of inconceivable hardships, it’s stupidly brittle. So fucking vitreous and so fucking friable.
Ghost doesn’t think Johnny can get any paler. He’s never seen the scot without sun-kissed skin paired with a healthy sheen of vitality, not even in Las Almas. It’s off-putting, so fucking wrong.
Even with a body count longer than Ghost’s willing to count, he doesn’t think he’s seen this much blood in his life. It doesn’t seem plausible for so much blood to be in one person’s body. He doesn’t know how Johnny is still conscious.
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konstantya · 1 year
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A 1920s’ retelling of The Twelve Dancing Princesses, where the princesses are flappers, the underground castle is an illegal gin joint, and the hero is a WWI vet.
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10thmusemoon · 2 months
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YQY/SY has been at the back of my mind these last few days and I keep coming back to the following as opening lines for a fic.
It's not that Shen Yuan set out with the intention to steal someone's husband, he came free with the transmigration!
With the premise being that upon waking up and seeing YQY by his side and (by the donghua's canon) sitting on the same bed as him, all concerned like, SY would assume qijiu were in a relationship. It would be, of course, really messy and miscommunication is a given but I feel like it could work out and binghe would end up with two father figures (that he still grows obsessed with-}
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hebuiltfive · 17 days
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Me, looking at my Regency AU that was supposed to be fun and light-hearted like: ... what if I made it truly heartbreaking and absolutely devastating? 😏
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pr0atcrastination · 2 months
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Fucking. Re-reading the comic for accuracy and Dave knows Bro's password for his computer account. I am bashing my head into a wall.
Imagine Dirk goes through all that trouble of tearing apart the house to find the passwords only for Dave to go "bro you know you could've just asked me for this shit right?" cause he knows every single one of them. Dirk definitely would've punched the wall. If not the monitor.
Not retconning this because one, I wanted Dirk to get to feel actually useful for once, and two, the implications are freaking hilarious. So Dave (most likely or at least for Appear) doesn't know all of Bro's passwords, just his main one. Perhaps I'll address it next chapter.
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hot-stuff97 · 1 month
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Sometimes when writing fanfic's I worry I have Rikki say something completely out of line for the pg rating of the show- till I remember she has some of the wildest and most unhinged lines in cannon ("Other than when I flashed him?" ?!) And then I'm just like; "Actually- this is fine. She can say that- She WOULD say that." 😅😂😂
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spurious · 4 months
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They're curled together in Rodney's bed, afterglow fading into something quiet and soft, when Rodney remembers the email he'd gotten from Jeannie earlier that day.
"Oh, you're going to like this," he says, grabbing his tablet and pulling up the image folder. "Jeannie sent over a bunch of digitized pictures from a half-decade of miserable family gatherings."
John grins, and Rodney knows he's hoping for material for teasing, but Rodney's already pre-screened the images, so he probably won't find—
"Jesus," John says, his eyes big, and Rodney panics, face heating up, before John continues, "you're always talking about how handsome you were when you were younger, but I thought you were just…" He licks his lips, swallows, and Rodney feels himself blushing for an entirely different reason, now. "Wow."
"Yeah, I know," Rodney mumbles, feeling somehow both flattered and annoyed, not to mention weirdly jealous of his younger self. "What happened, right?"
John shakes his head, eyes flicking from the tablet screen up to Rodney's face, then back again. "It's still you," he says, "just…different."
He seems, somehow, to be sincere, so Rodney just shrugs, lets John flip through the pictures, Rodney at fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen.
"Man, if I'd met you back then I totally would've tried to suck you off in a bathroom stall," John says, quiet and offhand, and Rodney shudders, swallows hard. John looks at him, half-smiling, and sets the tablet aside. "Think you would've…"
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commentary please!!! 🙏🏼🙏🏼
one HUNDRED years later, an answer for the fic commentary meme: send 500 words or less of a fic, get rambles about it!
this is Teenage Dream, a fic about lost queer youth and the sexual power of star wars on VHS.
They're curled together in Rodney's bed, afterglow fading into something quiet and soft, when Rodney remembers the email he'd gotten from Jeannie earlier that day.
I initially kind of intended for this fic to just be the pillow talk part of it: I find the thought of John and Rodney affirming each other like this to be really sweet and I wanted to explore it a little bit.
"Oh, you're going to like this," he says, grabbing his tablet and pulling up the image folder. "Jeannie sent over a bunch of digitized pictures from a half-decade of miserable family gatherings." John grins, and Rodney knows he's hoping for material for teasing, but Rodney's already pre-screened the images, so he probably won't find— "Jesus," John says, his eyes big, and Rodney panics, face heating up, before John continues, "you're always talking about how handsome you were when you were younger, but I thought you were just…" He licks his lips, swallows, and Rodney feels himself blushing for an entirely different reason, now. "Wow."
every time i see images of young David Hewlett i feel like i am going insane. like i find him hot at every age but he was fucking. PRETTY when he was younger ok??? and it makes me crazy to think of Rodney McKay having looked like that. and of course he thinks John's going to make fun of him, still doesn't quite believe that someone like John would be attracted to him.
"Yeah, I know," Rodney mumbles, feeling somehow both flattered and annoyed, not to mention weirdly jealous of his younger self. "What happened, right?" John shakes his head, eyes flicking from the tablet screen up to Rodney's face, then back again. "It's still you," he says, "just…different."
like i said, i love them affirming each other like this!
He seems, somehow, to be sincere, so Rodney just shrugs, lets John flip through the pictures, Rodney at fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen. "Man, if I'd met you back then I totally would've tried to suck you off in a bathroom stall," John says, quiet and offhand, and Rodney shudders, swallows hard. John looks at him, half-smiling, and sets the tablet aside. "Think you would've…"
so the fic goes on to the two of them sort of falling into a little roleplay of what it would've been like if they'd met when they were teenagers, what it would've been like if John had tried something with Rodney way back then, how Rodney might've reacted. i think Rodney really wants for John to be the key for him, because he's used to John changing his life, John opening up new experiences for him. one of the things that i find so compelling about mcshep is how emotionally battered they both are when they find each other, how they clearly don't believe themselves to be worthy of love; as much as that aspect of them is important to me, it's also very healing to imagine the two of them having each other's backs in their youth the way they do as adults.
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new-berry · 4 months
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Is my fave footy fic author @protect-daniel-james @longeyelashedtragedy @purefractals @dannyblanchflower
No, always Fabrizio. The economy of language!!
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irritablepoe · 5 months
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Watch me speedrun to Google docs to write another dark scene for my ranpoe fic just bc I saw this fanart, I'm truly helpless
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rev-glut · 11 months
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Spoiler for Across the Spiderverse under the cut!
I’m not exactly sure what exactly happened (for several reasons) with the universe that Miguel broke canon in as it seems Peter B. Parker was also there but fic idea that Miguel broke the canon of Reader’s universe where they were the hero as Miguel wasn’t the Spider-Man of that universe in the movie anyways. Miguel was able to take Reader with him.
This makes for some complications between the two of them as Reader now moves on to prevent it from happening to another Spider. It also leads to an absolute internal struggle for Reader during the events of the movie as if they had known they would have done something like Miles is trying to do, but the fact that breaking canon is what broke their universe in the first place and they’ve been dedicated to keeping canon since. They admire Miles’ determination though.
(I say Reader because that’s what I write and I intend to write this. I don’t know if I would include a romance because I don’t know who I would write it with. Any feedback or anything on this would be nice, honestly.)
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eiraeths · 1 month
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ghost gets stuck in a time loop of watching soap die and every time he makes sure soap dies in his arms
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konstantya · 5 months
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Let it be known that you should never hesitate to comment on older fics and/or tell the author how much you enjoy their work, because it might just motivate them to get back to an abandoned WIP, thus providing you with even more content.
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dxndxrxvxbe · 14 days
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I don't understand ppl who read angst fics for fun. maybe it's because I have severe depression and can cry daily if triggered but I really despise having a bad day then going to my comfort place (my room using my phone) then reading the most heart wrenching gag inducing jaw clenching fics that got me all sad and dissociating. Tell me WHY you like to cry :(
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hebuiltfive · 20 days
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It’s almost half midnight and I really shouldn’t be trusted to come up with plot points at this time of the night.
Someone tell me to stop planting crazy twists in my WIP… 🥲
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Getting close to being able to work on Part 19 of the Herrmann/Halstead Production series and I can't decide if I should write and post as I'm able to (like I normally do) even if that means delays between chapters. (Possibly long ones because I did finish one project, but I still have another one to work on. 🙃) Or wait until I have a bunch done so I can possibly aim for a regular posting schedule? Or wait even longer and write the whole thing and post it in one go. Let's be real - I'll probably do what I always do, but we'll see how it goes, lol - I might get wild. (Or organized? Depending on how you look at it?) IN ANY CASE - I'm very excited and I have to stop myself from speeding through the plot just to get to the scene I've been waiting to write FOREVER.
(You know what it is.)
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brigwife · 3 months
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I love how Théodred is overthinking and trying to rationalise everything like "oh sure he's hot. I have a little crush. But it's no big deal because we're friends and it's normal to want to fuck your friends a little bit right?? anyone I'll just marry someone and forget about it and it will be fine. no anguish here at all haha :)))"
Meanwhile Boromir is just like: *oblivious oblivious oblivious* oh shit I'm in love
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