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daz4i · 8 months
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ik it's a joke that all dazai stans hate him at least a little but hoo boy you don't know what it's like out here for dazai kinnies
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randomwowow · 2 years
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well i found a maxiel photo. that’s it really.
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khazadspoon · 7 months
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“I forget sometimes, just to stop and look at the stars.”
Clark tore his gaze from the vast space before them. “Mm?”
“I spend so much time just flying through, trying to get from A to B without barrelling into something… S’nice to stop and just look once in a while.”
There was a strange wistfulness to Hal’s voice he hadn’t heard before. Combined with the almost forlorn expression on his face it made him look older. Clark floated closer and bumped their shoulders together. The green light of the ring’s protective layer tingled on his skin even through his suit.
“Yeah. It’s easy to forget how beautiful the universe is when you spend most of your time trying to get through it. And you do that more than most,” he offered Hal a smile. Hal smiled back, a small, cautious smile. It looked odd on his face. Hal wasn’t a cautious man by any means, it wasn’t in his nature - that’s why the ring had chosen him, after all.
They floated together in companionable silence, the depths of space reaching out all around them. Clark felt Hal lean against him a little more and sighed softly to himself. It was a rare moment of quiet, of peace, in an unending and riotous universe.
“We should do this more often,” Hal said after a while, “just the two of us. It’s not often we get to hang out without- well, without the world trying to end.” Hal grinned, the expression more fitting and less worrying than the one he’d worn previous.
Clark couldn’t help laughing. Yeah. Yeah, we should. It’s be nice.”
“Yeah…” Hal breathed, “nice.”
He felt the telltale jump of his heart as Hal looked at him. Years of quiet friendship, heart to hearts, disagreements and late night diner visits all simmering into something almost like a high school crush but different. Hal’s eyes were hidden by his domino mask and Clark knew if he looked, if he took a peek, they would be warm and inviting. The soft curve of his lips definitely was.
“You ever flown up close to a black hole before, big guy?”
He laughed again, bright and short, grinning as Hal’s smile turned wide and lax.
“Is that a challenge?”
“You bet it is.”
“Lead the way, Hal.”
Hal darted away, his laughter full of joy as his body weaved through asteroids with a dancer’s grace. Clark followed. He’d let Hal lead, eager to see where the path would lead.
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badassindistress · 1 year
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Psst hey #lesmisletters friends... Are you Sad about Fantine?
Don’t you wish she could be happy? Don’t you wish someone would punch Tholomyès in the face? Don’t you want to turn the narrative around before it gets (so so much) worse?
I do! So allow me to introduce you to:
~✨💖Fantine/Bahorel💖✨~
She needs a friend who’ll respect her, he’s ever ready to punch assholes in the face (for Justice) and Hugolian math sort of allows them to be in Paris at the same time. What more do you need? (For baby Cosette to get a happy healthy childhood growing up with her mother, that’s what we need).
Have some delightful fix-it-fics:
Liberty and Libertines by @amarguerite
Canon era | T | 3 | Bahorel/Fantine | 3k (unfinished but delightful)
Bahorel meets Fantine in 1816 and is conscious of two things: how much better it would be if Fantine was his mistress, and how much Tholomyès needs to be punched. Things change dramatically as a result. 
 Une Liaison Dangereuse by   @badassindistress (me)
1700s AU | G | Bahorel/Fantine | 13k (complete)
Felix Tholomyès, like any self-satisfied 18th century gentleman, thinks it only natural he hides his mistress away at his hunting lodge. Bahorel, who stumbles upon Fantine and her adorable daughter on his way home to see his family, disagrees entirely. He thinks Fantine should be free to make friends and enjoy herself, preferably far away from Tholomyès. Fantine just wants a safe place for her daughter to grow up and make friends. Cosette just wants to find worms with the chickens…
A mid-1700s adventure of wigs, silk dresses, respectful friendships and daring flights to freedom.
Under a Moonlit Sky by @badassindistress (me again)
Canon era | G | Bahorel/Fantine | 19k (complete)
The year is 1817. After Félix Tholomyès' little suprise, a despairing Fantine thinks she might go to her hometown of M-sur-M to find work. Instead, she decides to find Tholomyès and make him acknowledge Cosette. Enter a young man who would love to have an excuse to travel South (as far away from the law faculty as possible) and is uniquely suited to hunting down terrible men...
And lastly, some delightful art of the True OTP by @everyonewasabird
And another wonderful one on the same excellent theme by @pilferingapples (who opened my eyes to this excellent ship)
Enjoy!
EDIT: I found the other fic I was looking for:
Angels and Devils by Bobbiewickham
Canon era | G | Bahorel &Fantine |2k
Fantine goes out to a dance with Tholomyès, and meets an angry young man.
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mariaalenkoshepard · 8 months
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I swear I'm gonna start screaming I'm so done with seeing this 'Aziraphale was wrong and dumb and hurt poor Crowley who has never done anything wrong' rhetoric like I am literally begging y'all to pay the slightest bit of attention. They were BOTH WRONG. They were both A LITTLE RIGHT. They hurt EACH OTHER. I feel like I'm losing my damn mind here
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jomiddlemarch · 2 months
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WIP Tag Game That Just Won't Quit
Tagged by the ineffable mermaid/commenter supreme @tortoisesshells
RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.
“You’re enchanting,” he said, more declaration than encomium but he was ardent, as he’d never been before, and she felt light in a way she hadn’t in a long time.
Picked this sentence because it felt the most Valentine's Day-'s-y, as I have like 5 WIPs on the hob, so to speak.
Tagging @orlissa @nervousladytraveler @micamicster @goodwithcheese @ladamedusoif @trulybetty @trashcora @kivrin @oldshrewsburyian and anyone else who hasn't been tagged but wishes, most ardently, that they had been!
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carlos-in-glasses · 1 year
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WIP Wednesday
Thank you for the tag @heartstringsduet 💘
A little something from Swim Fic (unofficial title)
Carlos arches his back, swings his arms out and then draws them behind. His knotty muscles clench and ache; the weak skin of the scars that flank his spine stretch and tighten. This is not a sensation he enjoys. He tries to ignore it. He rolls his shoulders a few times, tilts his head from side to side slowly, letting the weight of it tug on the slight stiffness of his neck. He shakes his arms and opens his hands wide and then balls them into fists. Open, closed. Open, closed. He does this a few times. He lifts his goggles from where they hang securely around his neck and fixes them on, blinking as his vision adjusts to the imperfections of the plastic. Ready, he steeples his arms in front of him and springs from the edge of the pool into the water, entering the jade surface with the elegance of an experienced diver. He leaves barely a glittering splash. The water covers him like it’s been waiting for him. He disappears underneath it, traveling a couple of meters before he breaches and takes a breath. The water that felt bitter on entry is suddenly bearable, as though he is warming it.
Carlos’ head clears. He thinks of beautiful nothingness. Then, gradually, he contemplates the size of the ocean, the size of Jupiter, the edges of the universe, which he imagines to be like old photo negatives, reflecting everything that has ever happened in pale gray reverse.
Carlos takes a breath and dips his face down, wheeling his right arm and quickening his breaststroke. He turns his head to the left. A pinkish looped object flashes in the corner of his eye smacks him sharply on his cheekbone. His jaw thrums, teeth filling like hollow things with icy drips of pain. Carlos bursts up, out of the water, gasping.
“Hey, dude, what the fuck!” The man who collided with Carlos yells, his voice peculiar in Carlos’ waterlogged ears. “Watch where you’re going!”
Tagging @reyesstrand @goodways @never-blooms @chaotictarlos @lightningboltreader if you haven't already been tagged and want to share anything 💗
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pinkpangea · 1 year
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the moment you stop to think, you’ve already thought too much, so just keep going
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ani4detal · 2 years
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Ali al Zarkani. One hot arab pocket rocket!
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mediapen · 1 year
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pixiefms · 2 months
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rereading the same time travelling juniors fanfics cause the pool is so small
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hearth-of-olympus · 4 months
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just randomly remembered i dreamt of swimming a few days ago... im already going through it i need my river im a water creature i cant wait for summer to be back in the water
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T: “...face full of shit.”
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gen-is-gone · 1 year
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More than half the works in the Eighth Doctor/Karl Sadeghi tag are mine (there are five works)
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santicazorla · 11 months
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sooooo sleepy can’t get up shouldn’t have to get up
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banyanas · 1 year
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Man idk if ur feeling bad and angry about other people enjoying their aus because they’re writing out a plot point in it or criticizing the episode the au is Alternate Of then that’s a you problem.
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