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Some Tomarry fic pet peeves cause' why not?
[Disclaimer: all of these are just my opinions and most of them are not really big concerns to me. No specific fics were slandered as I type this]
Harry immediately getting swoon. Look, this one totally depends on the fic so I'm going to specify the time travelling ones or where the au is similar to canon. Like, I just can't— Yes, Voldie was hot before but that doesn't mean all the hatred in Harry disspates in thin air the moment dark, and mysterious hot Tom looks at him. Srsly, that shit takes time.
Ginny, Ron, etc. being unaffected. This is also another specific one. It's for the, God forbid, Harrymort fics and the occasional Diary Tomarry ones. Its just kinda off putting to see how Ginny copes really well with someone who once manipulated and nearly murdered her becoming someone to Harry. Same goes to the other Weasleys cause they've obviously heard a bit of Tom when Ginny was saved or when she still had his diary.
Big age gap. This applies to almost every au out there since Harry and Tom are inherently ages apart in canon. And to be honest, I don't really have a problem with this UNLESS it's the 'Raised my lover' trope or Harry being a literally child while Tom is what, the undersecretary of the Minister? That's just... Wrong.
Tom being some sex God. Okay, I know this one might be controversial, but hear me out— Tom.Marvolo.Riddle.gives.ace.vibes. I will not explain this any further
Done- might make a part two O.o
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cozy-the-overlord · 10 months
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Seeing people complain about the Speak Now vault tracks being too teenagery …. gee, you’d almost think a teenager wrote them /s
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kithtaehyung · 11 months
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[ 3tan10 ] updates and what to know!
new drop date: friday, june 9th🍊 even though i got a lot done, this will give me extra time to truly sit with it and edit without rushing, giving you a much better final result<3 for those of you enjoying his concert that day, this could be a nice dessert for after! not only am i more comfortable with this release date, the extra time also means extra words.
new word count estimate: 18-20k :’))
what to expect: a lot. like a lot. so if you’re the type that likes to be organized with commentary, this one is gonna be like forfeit so you may need to take notes while you go through it!
what else to expect: this might get hit with a Mature community label, so make sure you have your Community Label Settings set to Show instead of Hide (needs to be fixed on desktop, Account Settings.) if you have yours on the default settings, any posts labeled Mature won’t even exist for you.
💌 note: thank you for being understanding and patient while i get through the final stretch! i know it’s been a long time coming but i am fighting to make the wait worth it. consider this busted chapter a whole instead of one part, and another one i’m pouring myself into❤️‍🩹
thank you all and see you on (the new) drop day!!🥳
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constant-stateofdenial · 10 months
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i always wonder about those people on ao3 with no bookmarks, no series, no gifts, and one or two BANGER works. who are you
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greenapplebling · 1 year
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Ah, yes. The true fanfic experience if you were born around the 2000's:
Start on Wattpad, get traumatized. Move on to AO3, ✨get healed✨
Just don't be like me and try going back to Wattpad bc you think you're "over it". Trust me, it's not worth it
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whatsitcalledagainn · 2 months
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Life really is just reading an amazing fic but forgetting the name only to find out years later that the author deleted their acc and all their works so you'll never find it again
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pm0 · 6 months
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If I said that I disliked jax as a character would you guys still love me
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Soft - Dream/Blue Fic
Media: UTMV/Undertale Multiverse
Genres: Fluff, pre-established relationship, slight hurt/comfort, human AU, just them being cuties :(, Dream’s reflecting on his past traumas, Dream calling Blue corny pet names because that’s who he is, kisses <3
Characters: Blue, Dream, Nightmare (mentioned), Ink (mentioned)
Pairings: Dream/Blue
CW/TW - Mentions of sex, using sex as a coping mechanism, brief mention of bdsm (nothing explicit)
Word Count: 1931 Words
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That night, there was a meteor shower. To say that meteor showers were rare would be overstepping, it wasn’t difficult to see one in a mortal lifetime. They happen around thirty times per year, always in different places. Dream had lived over seven mortal lifetimes, and had seen his fair share of meteor showers. He could see why people liked them, they were awfully pretty. They seemed to get prettier every time Dream saw one. Although, he preferred taking people who had never seen one, and to watch their reaction. To see someone see a meteor shower for the first time was better than the meteor shower itself! When their face lit up, and the meteors reflected in their eyes, the positivity filling up and overflowing like a volcano? Heavenly.
So when Dream turned his attention from the meteor shower and took a glance at Blue who was mesmerized, it really wasn’t a surprise. His, absolutely gorgeous, navy blue eyes reflected the light from the stars and the meteors showering down, albeit with a slight dark blue hue. How could he pay attention to anything else when Blue was just covered in sheer awe and excitement. The man had lived his entire life underground, so anything that had to do with the sky was completely new. Dream couldn’t forget when he took him home for the first time, he didn’t even step inside for a few hours. Dream stayed outside with him, of course, and he just watched as Blue stared up into the sky, watching the clouds and the blue sky. He told Dream that Error had briefly shown him the sky and the stars but he never realized that, “It was so big!”
After dinner that night, Dream showed him the stars. How could he not?
So when Dream caught a whiff of a meteor shower was going to happen, he absolutely had to show Blue what it was like. Blue delivered perfectly. Dream leaned into his arms that were placed on his knees and sighed wistfully, watching as Blue stared into amazement at the sky. Blue was relaxed on the roof, arms resting behind him, holding him up. His pose was so…open.  Dream was jealous of him. Disregarding his current posture, Blue wasn’t the most private person in general. He often spoke about his feelings bluntly, how things made him feel. Blue was reserved about certain things, of course, everyone was, but even then he tried to talk about them. His past traumas still haunted him. Dream could tell. It was his experience and time with Error that he was often the most quiet about. 
Oh, how Dream wished he was like that. For a Guardian of Emotions, the fact that he was so closed off made him want to slam his head through a wall. He wished that he didn’t care about Nightmare so much, so then maybe when Nightmare went berserk, turned him to stone, and left him for a hundred years, it wouldn’t’ve stung so much. Maybe if he cared less, it wouldn’t pain him to fight Nightmare with the intent to kill. Maybe, he wouldn’t lay awake at night, thinking about every single little thing he did wrong. Wondering, agonizing, whether or not he could’ve stopped Nightmare from eating the apples and going down the path he did. 
Man, Nightmare fucked him up.
Those attachments didn’t just go away, unfortunately. Dream wasn’t sure if anyone would ever know him as well as Nightmare did. Nightmare wasn’t drawn to him because of his aura, or because he was a hero. Nightmare just liked him because he was him. He wasn’t the Guardian of Positivity or Leader of the Star Squad, he was just…Dream. That wasn’t the case anymore. Now, he was an enemy. And he was certain that was all that Nightmare viewed him as. It hurt, to be honest.
Every intimate relationship that he had after Nightmare wasn’t built off of anything, no trust, no similar hobbies, just his aura. The sickeningly sweet positivity he radiated that attracted anyone and everyone to him. He could barely comprehend that someone could understand him apart from his aura, that he was only being used for other people to be happy. It made him feel gross inside. He had convinced himself that he couldn’t be understood. He couldn’t be loved because his aura would get in the way. That people would only see him as what he presented himself to be.
It was a bit silly to think that it took him over fifty years since his freedom from stone to learn otherwise. Yeah, it had been fifty whole years since he first met Ink and the two became a duo! Time flies. He always found it hilarious when he told people how old he was, and that he could've been at their parents' birth if he wanted. The Star Squad didn’t gain their third member until two years ago.
And it had been a wonderful two years. Dream’s posture shifted, and he couldn’t help but smile at the mortal beside him. 
“This was incredible. Thank you. Thank you so much!” Blue grasped Dream’s hands, grinning big at him.
“Anything for you, B.” Dream took one of Blue’s hands and kissed the top of it, winking at him. Blue flushed, his pretty eyes darting around in embarrassment.
Despite how flustered Dream had made him with a single action, it didn’t stop Blue from getting close to him, and whispering in his ear. “Would you like to know my favorite thing that’s in the sky?”
“What…?” Dream couldn’t stop himself from shivering.
Blue pushed back some of Dream’s golden coils and kissed his forehead. “The sun.” 
“Aww jeez.” Blue laughed, as Dream averted his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck. Blue focused back onto the sky, although his body still faced Dream. Dream also glanced towards the sky. He sat a bit more open, hands resting on his thighs. There was something he wanted to say. Blue had done so much for him, and he didn’t even know it!
“Can I tell you something?”
“Sure!” Blue chirped, smiling. Although he didn’t make eye contact, still staring at the sky, Dream knew he was paying attention. It was something he had gotten used to. Even still, Dream used one of his hands to touch Blue’s face, pulling it over so all of him was facing Dream. He followed the lines of Blue’s face, caressing his cheeks, his nose, and his lips. Blue was so pretty. Dream wondered if he knew that. His vitiligo on his face is what Dream loved touching most. His pointer finger trailed over the patterns across his face, the biggest patches being around his right cheek and left eye. 
“Thank you.”
Blue leaned into Dream’s touch, putting his hand over Dream’s, “For what?”
“I dunno,” Dream whistled, trying to find his words, “Being there, for me. And not being…selfish, about it? Haha.”
“Selfish?”
“People have…always used me for my aura.” Dream pulled away from Blue and he frowned, putting his hand on Dream’s shoulder. “Even before Nightmare went nuts. He was the only one who wasn’t affected by it and just…liked me for me y’know? And so after, uh, everything, it was hard. Because I didn’t have anyone who knew me for me, even if they said they did. Fuck, I mean Ink is really only around because I make him happy instead of his paints.”
Despite that, Dream would consider Ink a friend. Even though Ink would absolutely leave him to die at the drop of a hat. That was just something he had learned to accept about the bastard.
Dream had his arms crossed and he fidgeted with his leather jacket. “I was desperate. To feel something, y’know? To get some validation, to be loved not for my accomplishments, not for my aura, just for something, anything else. I found that validation in sex. It was…bad. Not sex, itself, obviously. I think sex is fucking awesome.”
“Yeah I know.” Blue stated, voice flat.
“Oi.” Dream smacked him softly with the backside of his hand. “Anyways, I had an unhealthy relationship with it. Used it for validation from people and it was just real rough. It was a hard couple of years.” Dream chuckled nervously, averting his eyes and pulling his body away from Blue. When he looked back, Blue was looking at him, waiting for him to continue with a small smile. 
“But you changed that. Changed my way of thinking.” Dream turned to touch his face, again. “You saw past my aura, despite its effects on you. You made an effort to get to know me, and learn more about me than just being a hero or a happiness drug. I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know, B.”
Blue leaned into Dream’s side, putting his head on Dream’s shoulder. “Of course. You’re awesome! Aura or not.”
“You’re so sweet.” Dream spoke softly, allowing Blue to hold his hand.
“I’d do anything for you. You know that right? Anything, really! Just say the word and I’ll get right to work!”
With a sudden switch, Dream, with his cheeks hot and flushed, shoved Blue away. Who was reasonably distraught. He held his hands up and the look on his face was one of both betrayal and deep concern. Dream huffed, crossing his arms and looking away. “You make me so mad sometimes, you know that?”
“W-Wha-”
“I mean, I’m supposed to be Dream, Guardian of Positivity! Hardcore punk, BDSM aficionado! And yet, you make me all mushy and soft.” Dream scooted closer to Blue once more, pulling him close by his waist. “How dare you. What’s your secret?”
The relief on Blue’s face was clear. He had seriously thought that he had done something wrong. He allowed himself to be held, their lips meeting. Slowly and sensually, Dream kissed down Blue’s face. Down his cheeks, across his jaw, and down his neck. He even went so far as to bury his face into Blue’s scarf to kiss him. Blue just relaxed into it, soft, whine-like noises coming out of him.
Once Dream had decided that he was done, Blue responded. “Maybe I’m just that cute?”
“God you’re so fucking right.” Dream yanked him close by his scarf. “C’mere sweetcheeks.”
With a squeal, Blue toppled over, Dream on top of him. Dream grabbed his face with his hands and kissed him, lips slamming together in desperation. Blue wrapped his arms around Dream’s shoulders, keeping him close. He was warm, and goosebumps ran up Blue’s arms and legs as he pushed their lips together more. Soft moans and grunts left the two of them as they made out on the roof, wanting nothing more than to be close to one another. After a moment, Dream broke away, giving Blue time to catch his breath. Dream could make out all day, but his boyfriend needed to breathe.
“I love you so much,” Dream said, kissing his cheek. Blue breathed ragged breaths, arms still wrapped around Dream’s shoulders. “You’re perfect…”
Blue took Dream’s face in his hands, “Do you know how much you matter to me?”
“Why don’t you show me hot stuff?”
As if Blue wouldn’t oblige to that.
The meteor shower wasn’t exactly done yet, but neither bothered to pay attention to it anymore. It was like a scene from a movie, making out on the roof with the stars glimmering in the sky, feeling the warmth of each other. It was perfect. And Dream couldn’t wait to do it again, and again.
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maschotch · 2 years
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I would love to hear your thoughts about Hotch and fire because I never really noticed it but when you point it out it does stand out as something he gets VERY affected by very quickly
its not the most obvious pattern, which is par for the course when it comes to anything relating to hotch’s past. but i think its sooo interesting that hotch seems to be on edge/more emotional when they deal with cases involving fire. in ashes and dust he seems particularly moved talking to the burn victim and insists on being the one to speak to her; in house on fire he averts his eyes from the burnt corpses and has a shorter temper; in devil’s night he’s antsy the whole case and makes brash decisions (like running into a burning building???)
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its subtle changes, so subtle that im not entirely convinced im not just hallucinating it all, but it seems like there’s something there. especially during the final confrontation with the unsubs in each of those episodes: the steel-faced hotch is gone, and he seems incapable of hiding his fear. in devil’s night he has a hard time looking away from the unsub’s lighter; in house on fire he keeps glancing down at the spilled gasoline. if it was anyone else i wouldnt pay any mind, but hotch is known for staring down death (like with foyet). he’s.. uncharacteristically emotional
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i feel like something must have happened. even gideon—who has better insight on hotch’s past than anyone—seems concerned when hotch volunteers to go to the burn ward or gets distracted looking at a child’s burnt shoe on the ground. the way hotch lingers on the picture of the mother with her son… something mustve happened in the past for him to take this so personally
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im not sure what it is. again, we dont really know anything about hotch’s background (and what we do know is frequently contradicted a couple seasons later—like the way his father died) so its not like we have a lot to work with. simply because of his interaction with charlotte cutler, i think it might have something to do with his mom? we dont know anything about her outside other than her attending mary baldwin. there are just so many unknown variables and oddly intimate moments of connection he has with various abused-sons throughout the seasons
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was he in a fire growing up? was his mother? maybe his mom was inside and he stood helpless on the outside, unable to save her? was it an arsonist? was it his father? or was it his mother herself—tired of her life and trying to tear it all down with her? was it all just a horrible accident? was it before or after his father’s death? was his mom dying the final push for hotch to stand up to his father?
there are just… so many questions. so many possibilities. but, whatever happened, hotch is definitely afraid of fire.
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jewishcissiekj · 6 months
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Am I scared to get too close to friends platonically and did I not have an actual best friend since 7th grade because the last time I thought I understood someone and was incredibly close to her everything went horrendously wrong and now she's not around anymore and I can't help but to think I could've done something to prevent it and I really could have but it doesn't matter anymore or am I making some connection that isn't there
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hella1975 · 1 year
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thinking about the girl that wrote smut about me and my boyfriend in secondary school i wonder what she's up to now...
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m3char0b0l0v3r · 6 days
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Robots and Hallucinations main cast fr.. look at them goddamn go.....
(Not my ocs, each belongs to their owner well expect for robot arm lol)
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hopelesslvr · 18 days
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rereading an old x reader fic that you read in your early teens is so humbling because the reader persona in question is so unbelievably "not like other girls" and i think it makes me want to die a little... and in a sense there are some unbelievably raw teenager parts but god... for writing it in 2021... idk i don't think we should be promoting addiction to the wee kids of wattpad & ao3...
it's just edgy. but like. in a bad way. you're 15, you're just as much a loser as the rest of your class. chill out.
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Do you have Harry Potter headcanons you would’ve loved to see happen? Use the tag #harry potter revitalized or reblog with your top headcanons and/or for the chance of them coming true.
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bluegarners · 2 months
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webnovel looks like an updated and more adult version of wattpad, that's interesting... or maybe ao3 and ffn are just pretty baseline in terms of what can be done for free published works
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