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inevitably-johnlocked · 6 months
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Five Fics Friday: Year Four Masterpost
Hurrah!! I've made it FOUR YEARS OF UNINTERRUPTED FIC RECS every SINGLE Friday!! It's something I'm super proud of for this blog, and I couldn't do it without you guys!!
For anyone who is new to my blog, every SINGLE Friday I post up 5 fics recently added to either my Marked for Later list or my Bookmarks, or as a way to promote new fics suggested to me by authors as a Signal Boosted fic! I haven't missed a single Friday since its inception in 2019, and it's still going strong!! It's the ONLY guaranteed weekly list on this blog, since YOU GUYS provide me the content!! :D I love doing it, and it makes authors feel loved :)
So, as we begin YEAR FIVE for 5FF on September 29, 2023, let's look back on ALL the fics that got us here! Everyone please go give every fic on these lists some love, and I hope that you will stick with me for another year of Fic Recs!
There are over ONE THOUSAND (1,000) fics on the lists below, and that DOESN'T count the bonus extended lists I do once in awhile!!!
So do enjoy! Should keep y'all busy for the long haul!
PREVIOUS YEARS (2019 to 2022):
YEAR ONE MASTERPOST (Sept 29/19 to Sept 25/20)
YEAR TWO MASTERPOST (Sept 25/20 to Sept 24/21)
YEAR THREE MASTERPOST (Oct 1/21 to Sept 23/22)
YEAR 4 OF FIVE FICS FRIDAY:
September 30/22
October 7/22
October 14/22
October 21/22
October 28/22
November 4/22
November 11/22
November 18/22
November 25/22
December 2/22
December 9/22
December 16/22
December 23/22
December 30/22
January 6/23
January 13/23
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January 27/23
February 3/23
February 10/23
February 17/23
February 24/23
March 3/23
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March 17/23
March 24/23
March 31/23
April 7/23
April 14/23
April 21/23
April 28/23
May 5/23
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June 2/23
June 9/23
June 16/23
June 23/23
June 30/23
July 7/23
July 14/23
July 21/23
July 28/23
August 4/23
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September 1/23
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thegildedbee · 1 year
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10.28 [ ghosts ]
Halloween is just 'round the corner, so this final Friday of fic recs means it's time for the list to expire, and to join the sheeted dead: it seems appropriate, then, to give over week 4 to ghosts. Sending out wishes to one and all for a splendid All Hallows' Eve, snug in the knowledge that the ghostly presence of 1895 continues to reappear in so many variations across the future, and, most compellingly of all, due to the fabulousness of fic writers and the gifts they bestow. 👻
previous weeks 10.21: most spine-chilling adversaries 10.14: occult transformations 10.7: tricks to treats ......................................................................................... ~in order of word length~ The Haunting of 221B Baker Street by earlgreytea68 (2012), rated M, 10388 words. We know from the start that: Sherlock hasn't survived the Reichenbach Fall; is very much a (spectral) presence; and is surreptitiously resident at 221B. Unaware of the latter two facts, John has decamped from Baker Street, but when Mrs. Hudson has trouble keeping tenants because they report the flat is haunted, he comes back to investigate. Experiencing a moment of emphatic ghostly dramatics convinces him that "if anyone was going to figure out how to be a ghost just to be a pain in everybody’s arse, it would be you" -- and he promptly moves back in. 221B is something like a deserted island in which two shipwrecked flatmates -- one alive and one not -- negotiate the perplexing terrain engendered by that great divide. The bittersweet premise starts out weighted more toward the bitter, although their journey through various forms of emotion (reminding me quite a bit of the film Inside Out) eventually delivers them with a never-to-be-forgotten rightness to the other end of the spectrum. A stunningly-executed love story that takes you on a deep dive into John's and Sherlock's personalities as revealed through their interpersonal dynamics -- which is why we read Johnlock fic, yeah? -- this is a fic that is supernaturally good, in all senses of the good word good.
podfic by magiccranberries
A Thousand Kisses Deep by Susan (2017), rated E, 12689 words. This fic is such an exquisitely cut gem that it is thrilling (I guarantee that sentence will make perfect sense once you read the fic). A soul-satisfyingly second chances reversal of time narrative, in which a Sherlock who is old in body and spirit is informed by a ghostly visitor one sleepless night that a wish by John is being granted -- that is, if a Sherlock returned to 2010 can set things right. The incredible amount of readerly fun that results from following Sherlock's high-spirited romp as he makes his way through his gob-smacked deductions (about his reinstated younger body, about the perfection of his only consultant in the world London life, and in aid of his race to outwit the fates), brings about an equally incredible amount of heart-melting readerly rapture at the romantic entanglement that ensues. The different bits of call-and-response literary flourishes evoked in the text lend an already deeply-layered story an extra-dimensionality that goes beyond the temporal paradoxes. The epigraph to the story is from Leonard Cohen, and is a perfect distillation of the story that unfolds: And fragrant is the thought of you / The file on you complete / Except what we forgot to do / A thousand kisses deep.
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He's Coming To Us Dead by Vulgarweed (2014), rated E, 13397 words. Part of the Bone Fiddle universe (but can be read alone), set in 1970s Appalachia, a place where enigmatic trouble-magnet Sherlock Holmes has drifted to, and to which Vietnam war vet John Watson has returned home. The two have semi-secretly taken up with each other in ways undeniably mutually satisfying, although the strain that possible apparitions place on their connection turns out to be scarier than the 'haints' themselves. This is a classic ghost story, steeped in local and Doylean lore (tragic love for the first, Baskervillean unease for the second). A fic full of questions answered and unanswered, in which Sherlock observes, "when we've eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable -- is still fucking impossible." Like everything in the BF universe, this is a totally absorbing ride through the ways in which Sherlock and John reveal themselves to each other and to us, indelibly inscribed in smart, funny, captivating prose that gives us an addictively realized picture of them.
De profundis by darcylindbergh (2017), rated M, 32036 words. This is a charmer of a tale, sprung from the premise that since the age of 12 Sherlock has been able to see ghosts, and which uses that fact to ingeniously repurpose the elements of A Study in Pink in all kinds of clever ways. The ins-and-outs of what seems to be his singular ability to attract the attention of ghosts upends Sherlock's life, accompanied as he often is by the the dearly-departed-although-not-yet-gone, and the fic's depiction of his inventive interactions with them -- exasperated, yet tolerant and kind and gentle -- has a winning sui generis tone that is sweetly absurdist. The chief plot point hinges on Sherlock's uncertainty when he meets John Watson as to whether or not he's alive or dead, a question that is stubbornly resistant to resolution over the course of the next day as he and John become increasingly enamored with each other as they team up to tackle the serial suicides, leaving the reader with an enticing puzzle to try and solve before Sherlock does.
The Cost of a Wish by slashscribe (2015), rated E, 102493 words. Since John Watson was a boy, he's had to contend with the terror that grips him due to the "formless spirits and ghosts that it seems only he can see," which press against him in threatening ways as a darkly massed cloud, chilling him to the bone, whenever he dares to venture outdoors. The desperation he feels one day suddenly lifts as he flees down a familiar street and ends up at the door of a building he's never seen there before. He tells the woman who opens the door that he has no idea why he's there, but the deep rumbling voice from the man at the top of the stairs gives him one word in reply: "Inevitable." Sherlock is the proprietor of a wish-granting shop, and the fascinating series of events that take place reveal the many mysteries of Sherlock, John, and the ways in which their lives have been entwined. The Sherlock series’ characters turn up in especially memorable ways, along with an enchanting cast from the Japanese manga the fic is fused with -- including what is the most ridiculously cute animal in all of Sherlock ficdom, a Pipe Fox spirit creature, whose mysterious nature brings John and Sherlock closer in many endearing ways.
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jtl-fics · 11 months
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Fluent Freshman - Part 12
PREVIOUS
If there was one thing no one would ever guess about FF it is that he unapologetically LOVES Black Friday.
You may be thinking. Ugh Black Friday. Everyone is so rude and tired. The deals aren’t even that good. It can turn into a blood sport at the drop of a hat over a toaster that is 15% off.
You are correct.
That is why FF loves it.
It is the one shopping day of the year where every single one of his instincts are correct, valid, and useful. He has pulled his gran out of the way of elbow drops, he has avoided the gaze of a woman in PINK sweat pants who was looking for someone to steal a blender from, and he knows without a doubt that the cashier hates him already so there’s no need to worry about whether or not they hate him.
It’s like a breath of fresh air!
Everyone is just as antagonistic and awful as he thinks they are!
Shopping is actually the blood sport he always feels like it is!
So there he is standing in a line at the nearest store (Target) waiting to be let in with the masses who all look ready to stab one another for better positioning for a TV. The jokes on them though because his only goal is the grocery section and he deals with the threat of repeated stabbings for BREAKFAST.
He spots an IHOP in the distance and hopes his gran doesn’t feel too lonely. They’ve gotten buttermilk stacks together at the IHOP by the mall for years after the two of them finished Christmas Shopping.
Someone elbows him in the side to get his spot in line but FF does not really care. Again, he doubts any of these people are going to be racing him to the all purpose flour.
It’s 4 AM and the barricades come down.
There’s a rush of people pushing and shoving but FF just steps to the side and watches as they all rush in. He’d mostly stayed in the line because the throng of people made it easier to stay warm. He had left his jacket back at the house because the five hour energy might be making his skin feel super sensitive but he is pretty sure that if he wore his nylon jacket he would die.
The five hour energy also may be upping his anxiety just a little bit.
He walks into the store at a leisurely pace and while the crowd fights over the carts he grabs one of the baskets. He can feel the eyes of other shoppers all wondering if he has some insider knowledge on a good deal that would only require the basket or if it’s a matter of who gets to the back to receive the ‘redeem’ coupon.
He sees a few shoppers get lured in by his siren call and much like a siren following anything that FF is about to do will undoubtedly lead to their downfall.
But FF doesn’t care about that.
He cares about HIS downfall.
So he makes his way to the grocery section and ignores the six different shopping assistants who try and guide him to where he ‘should’ be shopping and each of them only give him increasingly confused looks when he states his intention to go to the grocery section every single time.
Is it easier to ignore their stares when the five hour energy have set his baseline heart rate to something that might be too fast to register as a heartbeat? Maybe.
It is easier to ignore the confusion on their faces when he can see both the past (he asked for TWO favors from Andrew in one day how is he still alive???) and the future (still malleable at the moment apparently. There’s even a future where Andrew actually just is trying to make overtures of friendship but he dismisses that one as INCREDIBLY unlikely and looks at the far more viable one where Andrew at least makes his death quick while he enjoys his great gran’s brownies.)
It’s good to set reasonable goals for yourself.
So he arrives at the grocery section which is deserted aside from one employee who may or may not be asleep against a shelf. FF looks and….not a shelf he needs so he is not about to wake that poor man up.
So he gets everything he needs for his great gran’s brownies (he’s trying to buy his life here so he is not about to assume he can use ANYTHING in the house), the ingredients for a good breakfast (because he really needs to eat something that is not a five hour energy or sugar for the sake of his poor stomach and he may as well get enough for everyone), and (since Captain Neil mentioned it & he is trying to buy his life here) the ingredients to bake another pie.
While he grabs cinnamon he checks to see if they have grandma’s love in stock but, alas, it continues to be unavailable commercially.
He stares at the whipped cream for so long that the employee asleep in the other aisle woke up and asked if he needed help and, startled, he dropped it in his basket. “No I’m good.” He says before power walking out of the grocery department and deciding to brave the Home Goods section to buy some incense so that he can hopefully channel the spirit of his great gran to assist him in this, the darkest of his baking hours.
He arrives at the check out stations and finds the shortest line .
He can feel eyes on him, inspecting his purchases, judging them, judging him, who the fuck goes grocery shopping during the Black Friday rush?
FF.
FF goes grocery shopping during the Black Friday rush.
The cashier looks for hidden cameras but FF has no such thing accompanying him today or ever (as far as he knows.)
After a moment the cashier must look at the ever growing line and decide that whatever scheme they think FF is up to isn’t worth trying to figure out. They offer a membership card, FF valiantly declines to get one despite the two attempts.
He is out the door with four bags of groceries that all have a target on them that feels a little too correct. It’s 6 AM now (he really did lose a lot of time at the whipped cream section) and he’s walking back to the house in Columbia.
He actually feels a little bit better since he at least got to experience his actual favorite blood sport (sorry Exy) and he even got another 2 five hour energies while he was in the check out line so he could replace some of the ones that he had gone through.
“Smith?”
He would like to thank the combined weight of the groceries for keeping his feet on the ground when he heard Captain Neil’s voice.
He turns and Captain Neil is looking at him wide-eyed in his running gear that Smith has seen him in. “You were shopping??” He asks.
FF nods and lifts up the four bags as evidence. “Why didn’t you pick up your phone?” He asks.
FF almost scoffs but he doesn’t, “You can’t be distracted when you’re in a Target on Black Friday. That’s how you take an elbow to the eye.” He responds because it’s like Captain Neil has never experienced the WWE-like environment of Black Friday shopping.
Captain Neil blinks at him.
“Text Andrew or me next time you’re going to go off into the night or just let us know beforehand. Andrew would have driven you.” Captain Neil says and grabs two of the bags out of FF’s hand. “C’mon let’s get back and maybe you can get some sleep.” Captain Neil sighs.
“I’m fine.” FF adjusts the bags so he has one in each hand.
Captain Neil does not say anything so FF assumes that he has accepted that.
***
FF had not been asleep on the couch when Neil had walked through the living room. Neil, in a move that had Andrew fully waking up, went back to the room to check his phone to see if FF had texted him an update on going out. All that greets Neil is the impersonal series of texts that mostly confirmed when practice times had been changed, when the bus was leaving, and spelling on various Spanish words.
FF isn’t a big text person.
He’s more of an in-person kind of friend.
Neil likes that about him most of the time.
“What.” Andrew asks face still half buried in Neil’s pillow.
“Smith isn’t on the couch.”
That has Andrew getting up despite the early hour and their activities the night before. Neil watches as Andrew grabs his own phone to scroll through but seems to come up with the same lack of communication that Neil does.
Andrew does do the extra step and hit the call button.
But all he gets is the confirmation that the VM has not been configured that has greeted them every time FF misses their calls. (Voicemails make FF anxious so when he got his new phone he just…never configured it.)
Neil knew that FF was not pleased with them and somehow the calm request to either stop fooling around or let him out had hit him and Andrew harder than any of the screaming demands that the two of them were usually met with from Nicky, Kevin, Aaron, or any of the other Foxes.
“You said he wasn’t mad.” Neil says.
“He nodded.” Andrew confirms.
“Maybe he went on a walk?” Neil tries as they come out to the living room. They look at the front door and find that it’s locked but it looks like Aaron’s keys are gone. “He probably is going to come back if he took Aaron’s keys since Aaron wouldn’t be the one he’d be irritated with.” Neil rationalizes.
“He didn’t bring his jacket.” Andrew says looking at the black jacket still on the hook by the door.
“We can go and see if we spot him.” Neil offers.
Andrew nods and Neil heads out first since Andrew is still in his sleeping clothes and will need some time.
Neil had not expected to find FF walking back to the house with groceries for breakfast and the pie that Neil had mentioned hoping they could bake at the house.
“Is this for the pie?” He asks looking down at what was in the bags he was carrying as the walked back to the house. Neil managed to shoot off a quick text letting Andrew know that it was fine, FF just went grocery shopping.
FF just nods, “Got everything but Grandma’s love.” He says.
FF is a nice guy to brave the stores on a morning like this but FF also looks like he hasn’t slept a wink.
“Did you sleep at all last night?” Neil asks.
“I’m fine.” FF repeats.
Neil really is starting to understand his friends’ hatred for the phrase.
They get back to the house and Andrew is sat out in the living room. FF stops and blinks at the sight of him sitting there.
It is a well-known fact that Andrew does not willingly wake up early most days unless he has to. Neil is glad that Andrew has a friend that he’s coming to care about the way Andrew cares about FF.
Andrew gets up and yanks the bags out of FF’s hands. “Go to sleep. Today will be irritating if you’re half-asleep.” He says with a scowl and walks to the kitchen to put away the groceries FF had bought.
FF just looks at where Andrew had gone uncomprehendingly for a few moments and Neil figures he’s just tired. Neil feels guilty that him and Andrew messing around in the car like that had rendered FF unable to sleep and the two of them had agreed last night that from now on when FF is in the car they can talk all they want but hands stay on the wheel and eyes stay on the road.
FF is plopped down on the couch when Andrew and Neil come out of the kitchen after putting away the groceries (“These are the ingredients for brownies.” Andrew had noted as he put away melting chocolate.) and he’s looking through his flashcards again and not sleeping. He hears Andrew make a disgusted noise next to him and the next thing he knows Andrew is smacking the cards out of FF’s hands.
“Go. To. Sleep.” Andrew enunciates.
FF stares at him, then down at the flashcards. “I don’t think I can.” He says which is better than him lying and saying he wasn’t tired even if the truth had Andrew’s mouth stretch into a thin line that meant he was beating himself up for something.
“Try.” Andrew orders. “Just lay down and close your eyes. Nothing will happen to you while you’re sleeping.” He says.
FF blinks but nods turning on the couch and laying down. The blanket is still over on the lazy boy that Neil had set it on the night before and Andrew rolls his eyes before grabbing it and tossing it over FF.
“Thanks.” FF says before closing his eyes.
Neil looks to Andrew who nods and Neil accepts that there’s nothing else to be done for now and heads out on his run.
***
FF can admit that he’s a bit adrift in what Andrew and Captain Neil are doing right now.
He really should go grab another five hour energy because falling asleep IN FRONT of an irritated Andrew Minyard feels like a death sentence but “Nothing will happen to you while you’re sleeping.” And having a blanket thrown over him did not feel like a threat even if he can feel Andrew’s eyes watching him.
FF is tired and when he’s tired he tends to make stupid decisions. So FF lets himself drift off to sleep while the man who was likely going to move him to a secondary location sat and watched.
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His dreams are not peaceful.
He’s running, can’t escape, an echo of words he should have considered before letting himself drift off and he knows he’s going to DIE.
He wakes up with a start to the smell of bacon, eggs, and hashed browns with Nicky standing over him. “Hey there sleeping beauty! I made you a plate!” He says and hands FF a plate of breakfast that smiles up at him with a bacon mouth, egg eyes, and hashed brown hair.
FF takes the plate and digs in immediately. He needs his strength.
“Today will be irritating if you’re half-asleep.”
Andrew Minyard was going to hunt him for SPORT.
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exhuastedpigeon · 3 months
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Fuck it Friday 🏒🥅
Tagged by @jeeyuns @daffi-990 and @wikiangela
the sabres won last night (and my boys looked damn good doing it). it inspired me to actually do an outline for my NHL AU. It's still just vibes but at least now I know where the vibes should be taking me.
Here's a little bit from Buck and Eddie learning more about each other on one of the first roadies of the season. This section involved researching Swedish citizenship laws and Mexican citizenship laws. It's way more complicated than I make it seem, but it's a fic so I can do whatever I want.
“Well when you do meet up with her, I can watch Chris for you if you want,” Buck offers with a smile. “Or I can come as backup.” “I may take you up on watching Chris,” Eddie smiles at him, soft and just for Buck. “But I think showing up with my six foot two two-hundred and thirty pound defensive partner to talk about a custody agreement might make her feel like she’s being ambushed. I still want her in Christopher's life and I'd like it if she were still in mine. She was my friend before she was anything else and I still love her, even if that love has changed into something besides romantic in the last two years." “Okay, yeah, that’s fair,” Buck nods, his heart twisting a little at the thought that Eddie might still be in love with his ex. He doesn't let himself linger on that though. “Your abuela is in L.A., right? Is the rest of your family there too?” “My parents are still in El Paso. I-I don’t want them here. When Shannon got pregnant they kind of lost it on me, called me irresponsible, said I was throwing my future away. Then they were pissed that Shannon wouldn’t marry me. It wasn’t good,” Eddie’s voice is tight, like this still hurts to talk about. “My middle sister Sophia is in her second year at Arizona State - she’s on their hockey team and I’m pretty positive she’ll get drafted if the PWHA is still around in a couple years when she graduates.” “She’s good?” “She’s unbelievable,” Eddie looks so fucking proud. “She led the team in goals last year as a freshman.” “Damn,” Buck names another mental note, this one to look up Sophia Diaz’s stats and highlights. “What about your youngest sister.” “She’s graduating from high school this year. I’m five years older than her so I’m not as close with her as I am with Sophia, but Adriana is so smart,” Eddie still looks insanely proud. “She wants to move to Stockholm for university. My parents don’t really want her to, so I offered to help her pay if she needs it.” “Is it harder to get into schools over there if you’re American?” “Technically, we can all get Swedish citizenship because of our mom,” Eddie tells him. “I’m actually an American citizen, Swedish, and Mexican. I’ve got all three passports and everything.” “What the fuck,” Of everything Eddie’s hold him, that’s the most surprising. "You're an international man of mystery, Diaz." "How do you now Austin Powers but not the Fast and the Furious?"
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epersonae · 20 days
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five fic Friday
today it seems especially appropriate to rec some fics; we're going to keep these lovely characters and this lovely story alive in each others' hearts for a long time, I think, and this is part of how 💖
this week I've got five AUs, four long ones and a short one:
Our Fangs Mean Death (T, 86k) - modern vampires AU. this one had some moments of genius humor, including something about the Swede that I will not give away.
My Ocean Deep (E, 62k) by @piratecaptainscaptainpirates - Ed is a shapeshifter kraken-ish creature, Stede is a cryptid hunter who has been hired by the Badmintons to find......yup, the kraken. I especially loved the crew in this!
the happiest place on earth (is here with you) by @medievill (M, 33k) - I was SO delighted to see this AU come back and finish up recently. I am a Disneyland girlie rather than Disney World, tho it's been [mumble mumble] years since I've been there either, but I enjoyed this as the backdrop for a solid modern AU.
More of the Gravy Basket than of the Grave (E, 36k) by @veeagainsttheday - I missed this when it first came out on account of Leg Broke, so it was fantastic to discover later, a great spooky story with some delightful worldbuilding.
Every snowflake is different (just like you) (M, 2423) by @oatmilktruther - did I perhaps cry into my blahaj reading this? PERHAPS. just the sweetest little modern meet-cute that I want to tuck into my pocket and carry around at all times.
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baejax-the-great · 4 months
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Fave fics of 2023
I read almost exclusively Achilles x Patroclus fics this year 😅😅Here is a sampling of some of my faves--some that were posted this year, and some that I only read this year.
Completed fics:
was it my august by archangelgf (Achilles x Patroclus, E). 18 year old popstar Achilles is the hottest mess in all of LA, and his father asks his ex-best friend (ex-something) Patroclus to help out. Achilles is such a mess. Just such a mess.
Twin Flames by @johaerys-writes (Achilles x Patrolcus, E). Prince and squire AU in which Patroclus didn't follow Achilles to Mount Pelion. After years of separation, Patroclus returns to Achilles' service in order to escort him to his betrothal.
Flowers for the Dead and Living by firefly_quill (Achiles x Patroclus, T). After mob violence ended Patroclus's medical career (and resulted in Achilles' disappearance), Pat gets a job in a flower shop. Very sweet.
Feral and Stray by littlelamblittlelamb. Achilles x Patroclus (E). In rural Australia in the 1950s, Achilles and Patroclus have a complicated-and frankly fucked up-relationship. Mind the content warnings on this one.
On the Ropes by red_smear. Achilles x Patroclus x Zagreus (E). Patroclus and Achilles are hella divorced, and the history is juicy. Zagreus accidentally forms relationships with them both while trying to win enough money boxing to get out of town.
Fugue by @swaps55. Shepard x Kaidan (M) Kaidan's life during the missing two years. Devastating. Gorgeous. I want to take the chapter where the Normandy is blown apart and post it on my wall.
Fics I hope to see in 2024 (aka WIPs)
Where the Dead Forget by @darlingpoppet (Achilles x Patroclus, M). Whilst Achilles is acting as a guard to the House of Hades, Patroclus drinks from the Lethe and forgets him entirely. Achilles grieves all over again.
you’re a walking disaster, and yet- by @johaerys-writes. Achilles x Patroclus (T). Pat and Achilles growing up in modern rural Greece. They both have issues, but now they have each other.
Face to Face by @juliafied. Zagreus x Thanatos (M). Thanatos comes across a familiar face on a dating app. Thanatos swipes right.
When Death Incarnate Got Banished to France by Marro (G). Thanatos is kicked out of the Underworld and trying to live like the mortals do in France. He gets a cat.
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While I spend time writing my WIPs, I occasionally get a ROTL (release on temporary licence, sometimes given to prisoners nearing the end of their term of incarceration) which I spend binge-reading.
Here are five stories I have devoured recently, which I can thoroughly recommend.
The Losing Side by Calais_Reno
(Words: 27,178 Chapters: 9/9, T) What if Sherlock planned to fake his suicide, but John figured it out before he met Moriarty on the roof? What if Sherlock refused John's offer to go with him? And what if John did something so inexplicable that Sherlock couldn't stop thinking about it for two years?
What can I say? This satisfies in a way that the Mofftiss mess never did. John is not an idiot; Sherlock sometimes is (but then we KNEW that) and it all works out in the end. BAMF John is always refreshing the places that Mofftiss feared to tread. Another sparkling story by @calaisreno that leaves me in awe of her prolific perfection.
Honour Walk by BakerTumblings
(Words: 10,003 Chapters: 1/1m T) A postscript to Giving All, in which there was an auto accident, an organ donation, and two men who finally found each other in tragedy. This companion piece takes a little detour, a different angle on those events.
Yet another heart-stopping moment from one of my all-time-favourite medical fic writers. Brought me to tears whilst showing (not telling) what it means to be a medical professional. Brilliant.
Falling by LondonLioness
(Words: 8,545 Chapters: 7/7, T) The nightmare is always the same: I'm falling, endlessly falling. There is nothing else to it: no sight of the ground approaching, no wind whistling past, nothing until that sound: my name, turned into a wail of despair:SHERLOCK! And I bolt upright on the bed, hands flying to my ears to block out that phantom scream. It's odd: One would think it'd be my torture in Serbia that gives me nightmares, but those monsters are mostly moribund, only occasionally growling behind their locked doors. It's the fall, the magic trick that haunts my nights. Silly, really; I'd danced away from it without a scratch. But it had cost me everything. The nightmare comes every time I drop off. Every. Single. Time.
It's not the falling; it's the LANDING, Sherlock. Such a well constructed, character perfect story with plenty of twists and turns of plot. I am delighted to make a start on the catalogue of stories by @LondonLioness; there are lots more in there I plan to plunder in the future.
Time in a Bottle by DiscordantWords 
(Words: 26,082 Chapters: 6/6, M) "You never asked me to make him love you back. That's always one of the first things that someone asks me, you know. 'Make him fall in love.' 'Make her love me.' 'Make him return my feelings.' 'Make him want me.' Blah, blah, blah, on and on and on. But you didn't do that. Neither did he." This is a story of seven wishes. One wasted wish, five wishes that changed the world, and one wish that changed nothing at all.
Oh I ADORE this story. Think of the laws of unintended consequences and misunderstandings about what is REALLY the problem of series three and four. So good, and utterly brilliant in its creativity and story pacing.
Maybe We Could Change His Mind 
by thalialunacy
(Words: 23,049 Chapters: 5/5, E)
ohn now knows that Irene and Sherlock have been corresponding through burner phones and WhatsApp for years. What he doesn't know is that the 'Oo you're shiny and smart!' hormones wore off long ago, and now they're simply gay besties chatting about life, fashion, and, of course, John. But John doesn't know that, so when Irene appears in their life again just as they get called into a very personal case, he feels the sand start to shift beneath his feet and has no idea why. Luckily, Sherlock will always do what it takes to ensure John gets to solid ground, no matter the cost.
I love the Adler-Sherlock relationship here, and how John slowly comes to realise that he's been so, so wrong about both her and Sherlock. Just delightful from start to finish.
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zukkaoru · 1 year
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family line, conan gray || jujutsu kaisen chapter 219 || antigone, tr. anne carson || flu game, fall out boy
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stxrshxpxd · 7 months
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🌷 fic friday;
”clearly i’m shitfaced”
2010s damon albarn x reader,, flirty
Don’t ask me how we had ended up like this, I had no idea. Doing interviews in cafés and such was normal but in a pub at night was a tad more unusual for me. The first customary drink had turned into a few more and now Damon had begun asking me questions instead of the other way around.
“Oh, come on. You have to have an embarrassing sex story. I already told you like five of mine,” he laughed. I was still holding onto my pen and staring at the last note I made, which was scribbled down about 10 minutes ago. Around the time that I had brought up the 90s and asked something that vaguely tapped into the topic of groupie culture. Right, that’s how we had ended up on the topic of sex and why Damon was now interviewing me.
“Not really,” I laughed through my nerves. It was bad enough that I was interviewing The Damon Albarn, but the fact that we were now discussing my — quite uneventful — sex life made me a million times more nervous.
When I noticed that he was beginning to lose interest in the topic I contemplated whether I should make up a story. But then I thought again and instead the truth slipped out.
“I mean, I- I don’t have a crazy amount of sex stories in general.”
Damon looked up again from his slouched position and he kept his eyebrows raised as he twirled his glass of beer a few times on the table in front of him.
“That’s not true,” he decided, laughed it off and continued fidgeting with the half empty glass.
“What do you mean?” I chuckled and crossed my arms anxiously over my chest.
“That can’t be true,” he shook his head. “You’re gorgeous.”
“Thank you,” I laughed, taken off guard, and leaned back. The conversation came to an uncomfortable halt as I didn’t know exactly what he was trying to say to me, or what I was supposed to say back to him. I was mimicking his body language and was toying nervously with my pen.
“You know, I never loved the press. As, like, a phenomenon,” Damon began again and sat up more straight. “But journalist women.. I always found them extremely sexy. You know, put together and organised, with their pens and notepads and, mostly intelligent, questions.”
He stopped talking for a minute and I recognised I was supposed to say something, but nothing came to mind.
“A lot of them extraordinary shags,” he added casually with a few moments of intense eye contact.
“And not to come off as a complete narcissist — I’m afraid I might be one,” he chuckled. “But the best ones are those who are secretly big fans. They try to hide it but it always shows.”
“Do you meet all of them in pubs and get them drunk too?”
Damon smiled, amused with my witticism, and looked down for a second.
“Most of them can’t drink as much as you and still stay sharp.”
“Do you need to get all your partners hammered to get them into bed with you?” I quizzed and pretended to resume taking notes with a vicious smile. He was clearly amused, a pretty smirk playing on his lips.
“I don’t think you’ll need to be hammered.”
“Now that’s a bold statement.”
“Well.” He looked down. “You’re touching my knee an awful lot.”
The booth we were sat in was quite small and I had mindlessly rubbed my knee against his for the past minute.
“Yeah, because the knee is such an inherently sexual body part.”
“I bet yours are very sexy.” He tilted his head down with a mock pout and wink. I laughed.
“You can’t pull that off without the heartthrob baby face, I’m afraid.”
Damon smiled, agreeing, but his fingertips had found my knee under the table and they walked up my thigh now.
“Well, I don’t see you pulling away. Clearly I’ve still got it.”
His hand was nearly at my hip and he had slided in next to me. I realised I was the one continuing from there to close the space between us.
“Clearly I’m shitfaced,” I explained in a hushed voice which I was sure he felt on his lips. We melted together in a kiss as Damon’s hand slowly laid down on my upper thigh, fingertips squeezing gently. I had dropped my pen and shoved my hand into his short hair now.
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fic rec friday 15
welcome the the fifteenth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.  
1. there, nestled against his pulse by @hiuythn
stop why are you doing this to me stop it stop it stop--
klance soulmate au where your right wrist has the first words your soulmate says to you, and the left holds the last words they'll say to you. super sad, so much angst, and i've been informed it'll make you sob until you choke.
1. there, nestled against his pulse (the main story, from Keith's POV) 2. this is what love looks like: (tnahp from Lance's POV + 38k of sequel content) 3. roll credits (deleted/extra scenes and additional headcanons)
okay. i am so desperately obsessed with this fic, i was obsessed with it the first time i read it and im obsessed with it now. and yes i know i did all hiuythn fics last week and i promise i wont this week. BUT i have a set of comments associated with this fic bc it is Just That Good and so i shall present them to u now:
- literally the funniest characterization of shiro i’ve ever read. this shiro is gay and tired. this shiro unironically and frequently says “move. i’m gay” and gets away with it at the garrison. this shiro has been through A Lot and just wants to fucking retire - allura here is so so funny she’s such a badass. she’s giving “i love shiny things! like the shine of your spilled blood on the floor if you say that dumb shit one more fucking time!!” we stan a queen. - coran is a Mood. this man is desperately trying to reign in four teenagers and two young adults and just wants to go to bed and also he cares for them all so so much. ultimate dad - pidge is Mischief Personified. she is a brat and i adore her. she’s here to cause problems and by god she will succeed - hunk is so done it’s so fucking funny. “that’s literally impossible.” he’s a genius and he knows it, he’s glad to call you out on your bullshit. he doesn’t even TRY to pretend he can keep a secret and/or handle drama god what a mood - don’t even get me started on klance!! they’re so funny omg. the banter is EXQUISITE. lance and keith adore each other so much and they’re so badass. literally the coolest power couple fight scenes ever to be made, i do adore. gosh. and the ROMANCE they are so devoted to each other i’m emotional - honourable mention of lance’s legs and keith’a Soft Squishy Feelings that are mentioned so often that they’re characters. iconic. all in all, the best way to describe this series is Gay and Tired. i love it and i’m sad to see it end. i will be rereading it an embarrassing number of times. infinity/10
2. all the little things by @jilliancares
Or: 5 times Keith let Lance get away with things that he'd never let anyone else do, and 1 time Lance realized that he was, apparently, special
oblivious lance will always be funny to me. and the idea of keith just letting lance get away with Everything and Everyone knowing how whipped he is except for lance himself?? peak humour. never not funny
3. Full Disclosure by @dragonomatopoeia
Keith is impulsive and straightforward when it comes to most things, and emotions are no exception. It's no surprise, then, that when he realises that he might have developed a crush on Lance, he tries to tell him immediately. Unfortunately, it's very hard to account for both circumstance and who Lance is as a person.
Alternatively: Four Times Keith Tried to Confess and One Time Lance Actually Understood
more 2016 eliteness!! this fic is hilarious. and also its number one selling quality is that all of the characters are trans and nd i literally love that for them. nonbinary hunk loml
4. catch me, before i fall by @pastelrainbow
‘We are a good team.’
Even now, just recalling the way Lance had smiled as the words left his lips, made Keith’s heart race and his cheeks redden. Lance had never looked at him so fondly before. No boy ever had. The thought of it made a sigh escape his lips and Keith hunched his shoulders, a pout tugging his lips downwards.
Curse my weak gay heart.
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a what if keith caught lance outside his cryo-pod.
the idea of keith being a suave casanova with more game than aphrodite herself but immediately going bright red and hissing when shiro teases him. peak dynamic. absolutely nailed siblings 
5. of demons and dates by spartona (faveour)
Three times Keith scares Lance shitless with his ghost shenanigans, and one time Lance tries to retaliate.
first of all. BFU KLANCE BFU KLANCE BFU KLANCE. second of all. the  “we’ve BEEN dating u dumbass ily” trope is so funny to me. i will never get over it
that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!
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Greetings oh Glorious Karrde!
I am neck deep in the Mom/Work life but I had to toss a few rec's in for the week. unfortunately my reading time is relegated to my lunch 30 so fear not, I'll have a bunch of those for next time too... hopefully. mean time here's what I got!
@pinkiemme has been getting us all ready for valentines day, but this one of our amazing Capt. Rex is just... hmmm. PS- go check out the Patreon!
@spicyclones79s broke my heart with this drawing of Fives and Echo
@comradewolfe gave us our Seelos boys! Gregor, Wolffe, and Rex
@ladykagewaki 's latest with the Bebo's and the Cootie Angel had my heart melting. (The cuteness was overwhelming and Mama TI!!!!)
@rexxdjarin Also recently shared a Spicy drawing of Rex and Mari ...I live for these two I swear! Also for all the new Homies on the Page go read the Unwritten and Captain's Log series! I haven't had a chance to read the latest with Wolffe but I'll let ya know!
@the-rain-on-kamino Has been at it again, drawing those Clone commandos! The latest, In the Meadow is.... Oh my! Also Part two of Invisible Barriers has posted and EEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! Read it read it read it!!!!
I finally got through the latest chapter of One Step at a Time and MA'AM!?!!? Why must you break my heart in two!!! Oh but please please is Bolts gonna find Chuckles? (I know you probably cant say but I have to ask)
I will meekly and humbly submit my latest chapter for Of Light and Darkness- The Rising Darkness. This section gets a lil rough with the whole fight scenes, Dooku doing Sith things, etc. Angsty...
Thank You as always for organizing this! I can't wait to see what this weeks rec's are.
ANOTHER FANTASTIC AND EXTENSIVE LIST WITH A LITTLE BIT OF EVERYTHING FOR CLONE WARS FANS! You've got sweet and spicy art, adorable comics, and some absolutely outstanding fics! (Thank you for the very kind words about OSaaT by the way! It broke my heart to break everything, but here we are hehe... and you're right, I'm keeping that one close to the vest ;) ). Thank you so much for taking all the time to put such a comprehensive list together and sharing all of these awesome works!
Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)
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Five Fics Friday: January 12/24
Happy Friday everyone!! I hope you had a wonderful week, and are ready to enjoy some more fic recs to get you started on the weekend! Enjoy!!
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Spare Parts by Raina_at (E, 63,497 w., 10 Ch. || 24th Century / Futurism AU || Post TRF, Pre-TRF Relationship, Case Fic, Mutual Pining, Estrangement, Reconciliation, Science Fiction, Reunion, Nightmares, Angry John, Cybernetic John, Emotional Discussions / Heart to Heart, POV John, Scars, Past Drug Use, Forehead Touching, Emotional Lovemaking, Kissing, Apologies, Kidnapping, Rescue Mission, BAMF John, Bed Sharing, Top Sherlock) – Two years ago, Sherlock Holmes jumped off the roof of New London Hospital. Two months ago, he walked into John's clinic as if no time had passed at all. John hasn't seen him since. But then Sherlock knocks on John's door with a case he can't say no to, and while figuring out why the biggest manufacturer or synthetic limbs in the System is going after veterans, they also need to find out whether there's a way to fix what's broken between them. Part 1 of Realigning Gravity
Fade To Black by twistedthicket1 (M, 93,389 w., 29 Ch. || Split Personality Disorder / DID, Action, Romance, Violence, Implied Rape/Non-Con, BAMF John, Fluff and Angst, Baskerville, Human Experimentation, PTSD, Implied Self Harm, Trauma Amnesia, Past Child Sexual Abuse, Protective Sherlock, Smoking, Meddling Mycroft, Past Victor/Sherlock, Gay Sherlock, Sherlock’s Past, First Kiss/Time) – John Watson believes one day he'll just fade. That he'll drown in the black spaces of his mind, and that one day he will no longer exist. It's always been like this, the dark spots marking out moments in his life he can't remember. Where for just a moment he's someone else. Having a Dissociative identity disorder, he can't even be entirely sure he's really who he says he is. Then he meets Sherlock Holmes. A brilliant detective who when he looks at you can read your entire life story. John is immediately fascinated and afraid, half-wondering if maybe Sherlock can see the other personalities in him and half terrified of the thought of him finding out. Becoming his flatmate seems at once to be a wonderful and horrible idea. Yet as John's Blackouts become more and more severe and his other personalities begin to truly awaken and show themselves with Sherlock's help, the two soon discover that sometimes even the kindest person can harbour a demon best left untouched inside of them. Because not all of John's other personalities play nicely and some may be hiding secrets best left undisturbed...
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Hand Me the Salt, Love? by topsyturvy_turtely (G, 554 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Pet Names, Flustered Sherlock, Cooking, Developing Relationship, Established Relationship, Fluff Without Plot) – John is cooking. Sherlock is not helping. Until...
Locked Room by Calais_Reno (T, 8,346 w., 2 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting AU || Pool Scene, Mystery, Near Death Experience, Drug Addiction, Serious Injuries, Temporary Amnesia, POV Alternating, Love Confessions, Happy Ending) – John wakes up in a locked room, unable to remember how he got here. The last thing he remembers is his hands covered in blood, trying to keep a soldier from dying. His roommate also seems to be suffering from amnesia, and has decided that John is a delusion. Part 33 of Just Johnlock
Walk of Shame by 72reasons (E, 14,355+ w., 9/? Ch. || WiP || Alternate First Meeting AU || Meet-Ugly, Bisexual John, Gay Sherlock, Alternating POV, Sad John, Suicidal Thoughts, Casual Sex, Strangers to Lovers, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Threesome, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Frottage, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex) – John is just back from the war and wanders the city wondering what he’s going to do. One of his distractions is having casual sex with a beautiful, but annoying, woman. Sherlock usually refrains from sex, but in trying to stay sober he indulges in it now and again. Sherlock meets John on the street and sparks fly. Casual sex is one thing, but what about something more?
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10.21 [ most spine-chilling adversaries ]
In week the third, monsters disturb the peace by wielding elements of darkness that challenge the psyches of the characters and of readers as well. There are many formidable villains across the Sherlockian fic world, and these five are among the ones I find to be the most frightening. Each of these fics are expertly executed and written, and cast a spell that transcends the throat-in-your-mouth-feeling of bumps in the night that richochet across your mind. 😨😱😨
previous weeks 10.7: tricks to treats 10.14: occult transformations ............................................................................................ ~in order of word length~
Soothsayer by bendingsignpost (2013), rated T, 4510 words. What if you deduced with unsurpassed brilliance . . . if you possessed a gift so immense you could see the future -- and yet no one believed a word you said? A kind of living hell on earth, you say? Such was the fate of one sardonic and breathtakingly-beautiful man who had spurned the advances of the son of Zeus and Leto, causing the enraged god of the sun to turn the man's genius into a source of unending torment. One grim day he travels along a knife's edge, captive and enslaved on a ship, and calculates how to inflect fate in the presence of a soldier who stands guard. His conversational sallies and soliloquies beguile and bewilder the other man as his words draw them closer and closer together. Before the next day dawns, the captive's choices will have been forged in fire and have altered both their lives.
An inventive 'alternate first meeting' dream of a fic which is laced in nightmares.
podfic by consulting smartass
To Be Prayed For While the World Doth Endure by J_Baillier (2017), rated M, 9358 words. Unchecked power ruled by caprice, spies and turncoats, greed, brutality, betrayal and instruments of torture -- the Tudor court is caught within a web of poisonous spiders. Awaiting the bloody resolution of Queen Anne Boleyn's loss in the game of thrones, all eyes are on the Tower of London -- which also happens to house another prisoner, one of no account whose own tragedy is hastening to its end. Captured within less illustrious shadows is the younger brother of Lord Holmes, accused of treason, witchcraft, and sodomy, and who has been found guilty in a trial that was for nought but show. As powerful as Lord Holmes is, he is nearly helpless to aid his brother, although he contrives to open up a small space in which a visit by a physician might lend some comfort during a solitary night of physical and emotional suffering. The description of the meeting of John and Sherlock is incredibly poignant within the story, but also in the way in which it conveys the tragedy of lost opportunities in the face of human evil -- a horror that remains alive through all the centuries that come after and on into our own time. This is a fic that calmly and relentlessly removes your heart from your chest, and sends your emotions into freefall. I always come back -- after a good long while -- and every time, even before the last paragraphs, I am in tears. After all of the ugliness, the concluding line is one of quiet, although bleak, beauty.
Not Broken, Just Bent by Schmiezi (2016) rated E, 87855 words. The author warns in the pre-chapter 1 notes that "If you like to see Mary as one of the good guys, you might want to stop reading right here" -- that's dead on, the warning shot of "not one of the good guys" even proving to be an understatement.
This fic is essentially structured into three parts -- the first (chapters 1-16) rewrites Season 3 along lines that are immensely more logical and satisfying than the ones we were given -- it's an effort absolutely that should be shelved in a place of honor in your imaginary bookcase. This part contains plenty that provides its fearful dimensions, but they are nothing compared to the second part (chapters 17-27) where John and Sherlock descend into a hell of physical and psychological torture that is a hall of mirrors of horror. The third part, where the soul-dead make their way back to the living world step-by-step within a circle of love that overpowers the malign forces they've endured, is one of the most moving and tenderly imagined sequences of inner and outer events that I've had the honor to read (whether fic or non-fic).
Be Here Now by Todesfuge (2012), rated M [hard R, per author], 94370 words. This is a supremely stylish and sophisticated thriller driven by the discovery that "something darker lurks behind Moriarty" -- a genius connoisseur that thrives on inflicting pain. The villain of the story is an entity that checkmates Sherlock, John, and Irene into undertaking individual journeys requiring diabolically bespoke-designed acts of self-annihilation, in what are highly-unlikely-to-be-anything-other-than-suicide-missions. The extremely personal features of their challenges illuminate their pasts and presents with intellectual precision, and how each responds to their plunges into self-peril provides the reader with addictively compelling insights into their emotional resources and vulnerabilities. The entire terrifying set of events begins with an introductory set of Post-Reichenbach sequences that are, in essence, an incredibly rich and harshly beautiful fic in their own right, especially in how the recent backstories for Sherlock and John leave them each in conditions of desperate turmoil as the stage setting for when they re-encounter each other. The quadraphonic surround sound that immerses you as you pass in and out amongst these three different worlds and the one that is the backdrop to them all, creates a multidimensional experiential reality that stays with you ever after.
There is also a riveting Part 2, Kill Switch.
All the Best and Brightest Creatures by wordstrings (2016), rated E, 188426 words. This astonishing fic is astonishing in so many ways it would take my writing a dissertation to attempt to do it justice, but it's here today because of it's fiendishly gaspingly unhinged Moriarty, who lands in prison due to a 10-year old Sherlock -- and whose feverish brain devises intricate ways to exact revenge through torture, which he details in breezy letters of courtship he sends to Sherlock over the next decades. Stephen King, Edgar Allen Poe, Black Mirror -- this fic has sub-zero levels of chills in a league with all of these. (You know how smart Sherlock is supposed to be, right? This author is Sherlockian themselves, full-stop.)
And at the same time this is one of the most radiantly warm Johnlock fics in existence, primarily through the sciroccan force of John Watson's impact on Sherlock, which we experience through the endlessly fascinating running log of his internal thoughts (which render me putty in the author's hands even before John's appearance) and that are most breathtaking when they relay Sherlock's moments of joy -- which, to be honest, are a near-constant feature of John's mere existence for him -- but that also, in various shades, are part of Sherlock's connections with others in his life.
Every single step of this fic is engrossing, and the increasingly tense plot unwinds in mind-bending shifts, the final resolution of which is as surprising -- the skill, I tell you, the skill!!! -- as the emotional resonances that follow are assuredly 'right.' The writing provides one moment after another and another of pleasure -- can the words in a fic make you high? Yes. podfic by bagofthumbs
........................................................................ *fic reblog recruits, perhaps??? ❤️ @totallysilvergirl @blogstandbygo @mydogwatson @keirgreeneyes ........................................................................
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Five-fic Friday: post S-4 fic recs
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If ever a season was in need of redemption ... these new or recent fics are the goods. Do please add more!
• The Man With the Cartier Frames by JRow (@jrow)  8/8, 32,447 words
“You got my texts?” John answers suspiciously in lieu of a greeting.
“Yes. I am ignoring both of them, but I didn’t want to expend the energy to type that out,” Sherlock says as he turns onto John’s street.
• In Tandem by BakerTumblings     @bakertumblings     6/10 ch. 13,773 words
Metal crumples and bends; a spin, a lot of metallic bending, the harsh cracking of plastic alloy giving way to the laws of physics. Of the three occupants of the stricken car, two groan a bit in the seconds after the vehicles - or what's left of them - come to rest. A few seconds later, there is only one voice, gravelly and thinly, rasping out "Hey?" Neither of the others are able to answer. The lone voice, moments later, is quieter, a pained whisper. "John?"
• Responsible Adults  by J_Baillier  @jbaillier   3/? 4063 words
He knows he should have focused on John and his goddaughter these past months, should have tried to mend those bridges, but Eurus has haunted his every step even once she'd been resealed in stone at Sherrinford. These last months, trying to connect with her through the violin, had given neither of them anything. Now, standing by a grave that won't even bear her real name, Sherlock is not even certain why he felt such an impulse to reach out to her. After all, she'd nearly cost him all he'd believed he held dear.
• Occupational Hazard by Enterthetadpole, WritingOutLoud  1/? 1606 words    
They fell into their relationship the same way they fell into their friendship -- easily, and without much conversation. One day they were separate, the next they were together. After that, John couldn’t understand why it had taken them so long.
•  A Most Beautiful Deception by elwinglyre    3/3, 9902 words 
Sherlock stood up, his eyes searching John’s. “There’s something else. What is it?”
 “Anderson showed me your profile on Grindr. I figured it must be for another case. Must not be related to this one. When did you plan to tell me about it?”
Coming up: Some wonderful (and mostly current) multi-chapter AU’s; some soul-restoring one-shots; some classics to reread.
As always, thanks for reblogging!
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exhuastedpigeon · 3 months
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Fuck it Friday
Tagged by @cal-daisies-and-briars @steadfastsaturnsrings @devirnis @daffi-990 @hippolotamus @wikiangela @spagheddiediaz :)
it's World Junior season and no one has scored on Sweden yet. I've consumed so much hockey the last three days and now I'm back on my NHL AU bullshit because even though my NHL team is actively hurting me at every turn, this stupid sport and fic are still fun for me. I may have shared this excerpt before, but I don't think I have.
“He's from Texas. They don’t even have ice in Texas,” Buck mutters. He knows that he’s being a shithead about it, it’s just he’s their star defensemen and he’s maybe still nursing a minor wounded ego about Diaz going higher than him in the draft.  Four years ago.  Whatever.  He’s better than Diaz.  It’s just that Diaz is actually really fucking good. He’s fast as hell and he plays really pretty hockey. His hands are so soft that sometimes when Buck watches him he wonders why he doesn’t play forward, but then he sees Diaz’s back check and he remembers the guy plays amazing defense too. It’s annoying.  “Eddie, come meet the guys,” Bobby says, gesturing for Diaz to join them.  Diaz finished putting on his shirt and jogs over to them, a wide grin on his face.  “Eddie, this is Chimney and Buck,” Bobby gestures as he speaks. “And this is our skating coach - Henrietta Wilson.” “Oh, I know Eddie,” Hen appears from basically out of nowhere. “Hey Hen,” Eddie pulls her into a hug. “Can’t thank you enough for the work you did with me this summer.” Buck looks between Hen and Diaz with a frown. He shouldn't know Hen already, even if hockey is a small community, it’s not that small. Buck huffs and spends the first day of camp trying to one up Diaz in all the lifting drills they do. He ends the day exhausted and a little pissed that Diaz is as good off the ice as he is on it.  He rushes through his cool down so he can get away from Diaz before Buck does something stupid like punch him for beating him in their unofficial squat contest or drop to his knees to suck him off for how fucking pretty his snapshot is. 
no pressure tagging @thewolvesof1998 @wildlife4life @spotsandsocks @monsterrae1 @loserdiaz @watchyourbuck @underwater-ninja-13 @malewifediaz @rosieposiepuddingnpie @eddiebabygirldiaz and any anyone who wants to share!
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epersonae · 4 months
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five fic friday
hey, it's been a minute! between anticipation of the new season, the experience of the new season, and some unrelated life stuff, I just haven't gotten around to putting together a post. but today, finally, I'm pulling together some new bookmarks to share :D
all of these have season 2 spoilers, if you are still even following me now that I'm s2 posting 24/7. this week's batch is all smallish canon-era fics:
Place Names (NR, 1328) by @notfromcold - a lovely little bit of hurt/comfort set immediately after s2e4
I knew a monkey once, used to wear the most elegant evening gowns you ever saw. (T, 8k) - a much sillier (but also very sincere) concept for post s2e4, in screenplay form. the crew is a delight in this one.
Leggy Leggy Leggy Leggy (G, 1632) - as the summary says "Stede makes a spider walk the plank. That's it that's the fic."
port in a storm (T, 1722) by @blackbeardskneebrace - a tender little post-s2 moment, Ed dealing with his feelings after a storm, and getting comfort
riding double (M, 4385) by @forpiratereasons - post-s2 horse rustling, featuring Ed's bad knee and horse girl Stede Bonnet. I especially love the Ed voice in this one.
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