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#when I’m still editing the Freaking Hockey Fic
sluttyhenley · 2 years
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share something saturday or whatever! (timezones so share something sunday i guess) tagged by @redbelles
He makes a turn that will take him out of town and away from his parents’ house as Springsteen wonders oh if dreams came true wouldn’t that be nice and Eddie doesn’t know. He doesn’t even know what he would have wanted his life to look like. He only knows what his parents expected of him, what his life looks like now. None of the rest of it matters.
tagging: anyone who wants to!!
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islesnucks · 3 years
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Hi clara!😁 i’m new to hockeyblr and have been following you for a bit but i’m trying to branch out a bit more and wanted to know if you have any blog recommendations? and why? (mostly asking you for islanders blogs but if you know any avalanche blogs too that’d be great hehe) thank you xo
heyyy well first of all welcome!! here we cry a little, laugh a little, we bully them sometimes other times praise them, its a mess but it's fun.
i dont know if youre more into live blogging the games, edits, gifs, fics, stats or what, so here are some of my favorite blogs here that post isles stuff and we so happen to be mutuals lol
its gonna be long so buckle up
@sorokaaa - ali is so fun love everything she posts during games amazing content just overall she posts great clips and memes and also she's super talented her drawings are amazing, also she's the president of the ilya sorokin protection squad
@2manytabsopen - kesh is a literal sunshine her blog inst exactly like 100% hockey themed but she's the best so nice you won't regret following her and im not saying this just because were the same person in different countries ;)
@hotgirlhockey - we love mel, she does it all: live blogs games, gifs, writes, gives hockey facts in case you dont understand something, plus super nice so the whole package
@barbienoturbby - b is super nice and fun i can't count the amount of times her lb made me laugh and her gifs and edits are just *chef's kiss* so worth following her
@heybarzy - amaaaaazing writing really everything abby writes i love so if youre into reading focs go follow her plus she writes for so many different players
@mondieumat - this woman is constatky introducing me to new hot hockey players if i simp too much its 100% her fault and she enables my dilf obsession thats a good friend, plus super nice and fun, also im 99% sure shes also into avs
@hockstuff - if you ever dont understand something about hockey c has the answer, her knowledge its just infinite surprises me every day, plus also super nice and funny and friendly and i think she also likes the avs
@fallinallincurls - amazing writing wonderful incredible seriously so talented (she actually just posted a barzy fic ive been saving to read for when i have free time because i really wanna pay attention to every single word, that level of amazing writing)
@matbarzls - another amazing writer plus she live blogs isles games and its just so fun go follow caitee also she just hit 550 so let's get her to 600 now like she deserves
@calgarycanuck - im not sure if Claudia live blogs games for the isles buuuut she does write so amazing pieces for some isles players so if that's what you're looking for 100% go follow her
@ollywahlygator - looove their olly pieces since not many people write for him plus super fun during games and im almost sure they also likes the avs
@matwith1t - ok ok ok the way I fangirl whenever she posts a new barzy pieces is embarrassing buuuut I do because they are just really that amazing alli is the Shakespeare of barzy fics
@cherrylita - beautiful mood boards for like every player i know seriously dont know how luna finds so many amazing pics queen of the mood boards also super nice and friendly
@grubauerr - I think we started following each other recently but let me tell you gabbie is so fun her post during games just hilarious and she's making me an avs fan
@sorokns - also recently started following each other but she's so friendly and fun just hilarious really during games, we share our love for dilfs and ilya sorokin thats says it all and she's also making me an avs fan
@cherrymaybank - if you've been following me you probably know her we freak out over the isles together almost every single day so she's really fun and nice and also she writes what else could you need???
@rosesvioletshardy - another amazing writer (seeing a pattern here?) but apart from that super nice and friendly and also an avs fan
@iwantahockeyhimbo - just overall super nice friendly, live blogs for the isles, one of the first blogs I started following here and haven't regretted it ever since
@broadstflyers - more amazing writes, her piece gold rush its serious incredible so worth reading, go read it right now
@honeybearbarzal - and even more amazing writers that I follow, kali has some incredible pieces some of my fav barzy fics ever
(edit) I almost forgot @tysonsjosty because I still associate her with her old crosby name lol - ok taylor also another amazing writer from hockeyblr plus she writes from some players that don't get the hype they deserve here *cough* nico hischier, Phil myers and Alex lyon *cough* so go follow her for incredible fics!!
ok I probably forgot a lot of people and this basically turned into a love letter to some of my mutuals but whatever, you asked I deliver, those are some of my fav blogs here that post isles (and some avs) related stuff
I've met some other amazing people here but they dont post about the isles, however they are super nice if you want just ask and I'll give you more great people to follow
also side note: sorry if I got anything wrong like pronouns or what you actually post or your team im doing all of this from memory so big chance I forgot or wrote something wrong
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bigbrotherlouis · 4 years
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i’m obsessed with joel farabee and morgan frost and you should be too: a primer
hello! welcome! recently i have become infatuated with morgan frost and joel farabee for a lot of reasons but mostly because of that one post that i spent like twenty minutes searching various blogs for that said “people are freaking out about sexualising hockey players, meanwhile joel farabee is one instagram comment away from telling morgan frost he’d suck him dry.” in my head rent free. hit a girl up if you have the post.
anyway! frosty and beezy:
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[hard cut to me whispering “oh my god even their nUMBERS are friends” i’m fine.]
this is more like about vibes and less about facts, so you can google if you want to know more about their, like, bios and stats and stuff that’s not 99% rpf or conjecture. this primer is just the things that make me scream. however, that being said, they do play well on a line together and both are very good players.
joel farabee is american, from new york i believe but his dad is from philly, and falls neatly into the category of BORN TO BE A FLYER. longtime fan, hugely excited to play for the team, brings it up all the time.
morgan frost, from ontario canada, was not.
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a real, actual tweet. he tweeted this with his WHOLE chest and then joined the flyers like three years later. i adore it. another real actual tweet i adore:
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sweet, sweet joel. he misses his buddies :( no doubt including morgan because they are, by all appearances, obsessed with each other. i’m trying not to keep  using the word obsessed in this primer but it’s hard because they are. morgan’s a year older, a first round draft pick in 2017 and joel’s a first round pick in 2018, but they didn’t start playing together until 2019, i believe, because joel played for a college team in boston. side note: he also captained team usa and wore a number 28 in honour of claude giroux and i am absolutely not okay about it.
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e! mo! tion! al! incidentally, frosty wears danny briere’s number when he plays for the flyers, which. take from that what you will. iykyk. their NUMBERS are FRIENDS. HERITAGE SOULMATES. joel’s been called up to play on the flyers (and did really well in the playoffs!) but we’re still waitin’ for morgan to come along too but the coaching staff hasn’t recognised the raw power of true love yet so.
at this point, you’re probably saying “sasha shut up about their fucking numbers and talk about why they’re obsessed with each other” but good news! i do not need to do that because the official flyers media has done that for me! (x) i’d recommend watching it because it’s a lot packed into a neat 100 seconds, but notable moments include the voice over saying “joel farabee and morgan frost have found that going at it together has its benefits” within the first thirty seconds. that is a real direct quote. i can’t believe it either. there’s also a lot of light homoerotic bonding over playing chel, them sitting across from each other  on their beds, the admission of being ROOMMATES (oh my god they were roommates), this shot of them sitting with their mouths wide open on either side of their dad,
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and also joel wearing a hat with a canadian maple leaf on it, despite being from the the united states. wonder where he got that from. please watch the video.
when they’re not playing chel or, you know, going at it together, they’re being horny in each other’s instagram comments. there’s honestly.... so many of these that i can include but we’re just gonna go with my favourites.
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when i say i think about this comment on a picture of morgan with isaac ratcliffe, a fellow flyers prospect on a daily basis, i mean it. i’ll be just doing my thing, minding my own business, and MORGAN MAKES ME VENMO HIM JUST TO TALK will pop into my head, completely uninvited. king shit for morgan to do and king shit for joel to admit on social media for the world to see, but joel admitting things he maybe shouldn’t is a running theme. 
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cool. TOTALLY not flirting or anything.
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joel. also both their exhibitionist streaks should be explored in fic more i am JUST sayin.
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ok but bee you were lookin. like you can chirp but you were lookin, don’t lie. 
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when ur in love with ur roommate but ur both hockey players so u can only communicate that love via chirping when he’s with the boys :(
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what’s it called when you vibe really well with someone and also live with them and also comment on their shirtlessness and also maybe kiss them on the mouth a little? d... da... dating?? can’t be it.
morgan is a little more composed in the comments and mostly just posts inside jokes i cannot comprehend, or compliments. it’s still cute.
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this was on a playoffs pic where joel’s wearing #28 love 2 see it love a supportive boyf always
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this one was of joel with a fish he caught and i’m sorry but i did not want it on my phone.
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but morgan can’t hide his affection for long. (me, in the distance: TWENTY EIGHT TWENTY EIGHT TWENTY EIGHT!!!!!!!)
there’s more comments but they’re boring and this is long, mostly joel chirping  morgan for wearing baseball or football stuff. however! they are also on twitter where they keep each other humble after incredible goals, like bros do,
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this is DEFINITELY flirting. like, blatant. it’s like that kind of flirting when you’re thirteen and you don’t know what to do with your body so you just kinda steal your crush’s stuff or insult them because all attention is good attention, right??
but when push comes to shove, beezy is always gonna look out for his boy (because they are in love):
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some important pictures of them together, for your pleasure: 
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this is so DUMB and i love it
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friends supporting friends!!!
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this is them meeting their hockey dads :) so cute :) joel is promising g that he’ll have morgan back by ten yessir he will be respectful of boundaries and curfew. jake is high fiving morgan on getting some. this is facts i just call em like i see em.
and finally!
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is this allowed?????  is this allowed???? it’s hard to tell but i’m pretty sure that’s joel on his knees for in front of morgan and i just??? how is that allowed???? it’s been five days and this picture has RUINED me. someone write me an essay to have on my desk by morning, stat.
also v unrelated but here is a video of morgan frost reading, proving he’s the smart one in the relationship. that’s not saying much but, hey! at least there’s proof he can read.
obviously different ships capture people in different ways but there’s something about them to me, personally, that is just so captivating. there’s a lot of potential for different fic vibes, and joel in particular always has a really fun voice to read (and also to write). they definitely have chemistry, they’re pitted against each other so there’s a good-natured rivalry going on, CLOTHES SHARING AND HERITAGE SOULMATE NUMBERS, and, like, they just genuinely seem to enjoy each other. someone PLEASE write more fic for them or by god i’ll have to do it myself.
ok that’s everything for now, i believe. they’re in love and don’t care who knows it and i’m obsessed. (however, i’m also obsessed with joel farabee and andrei svechnikov together, for which i have a one-picture argument for here.)
(p.s. anything not linked i screenshotted myself thank youuu for reading have a good day and remember: morgan makes joel vemno him just to talk 😌)
edit: hello. i wrote this on election night as a way to take off the edge of my nerves and it is not as funny or screechy as i wanted it to be so i’m going to add some now.  
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scifrey · 3 years
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WORDS FOR WRITERS: The Value of Fanfiction
There’s been a lot of chatter on social media these last few weeks, recycling that trashy, self-aggrandizing, tired old “hot take” that reading and writing fanfiction is somehow bad for you as a writer.
Before we go any further, let me give a clear and definitive answer to this take:
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No, reading and writing fanfiction will not make you and does not make you a bad reader or writer.
 Period.
 Why? Here’s the TL;DR version:
1)      Reading and Writing, any kind of reading and writing, will make you a better reader and writer. And it’s enjoyable, to boot.
2)      Fanfiction has been around as long as Original Fiction, so we’d know if there was any negative impact by now (spoiler alert: there isn’t.)
3)      Practice is Practice, so matter what medium you get that practice in.
4)      Comprehending and writing fanfiction is harder than writing original fiction because you have to hold the Source Media Text in your head at the same time as you’re reading/writing a different story. It improves your understanding of storytelling.
5)      No hobby, no matter what it is, so long as it doesn’t harm anyone else or yourself, is bad. And that goes double for if you decide to keep it a hobby. Not every fanfic writer wants to write original fiction, and that’s just fine. Not every hobby has to be monetized.
 Okay. But what do they mean by “fanfiction”?
 “Fanfiction is fictional writing written by fans, commonly of an existing work of fiction. The author uses copyrighted characters, settings, or other intellectual properties from the original creator as a basis for their writing.”-- Wikipedia
 Basically – it’s when you take elements (setting, characters, major themes or ideas) of a Media Text (a novel, a movie, a podcast, a comic, etc.) and create a different story with those elements. You can write a missing scene, or an extended episode, or a whole new adventure for the characters of the Media Text. You can even crossover or fuse multiple Media Texts, or specific elements, to create a whole new understanding of the characters or their worlds.
 Similar to fanfic, you can also create fanart, fancomics, or fansongs (“filk”), fancostumes (“cosplay”), and fanfilms. These are called Fanworks or Fancrafts.
 Fanfiction is usually posted to online forums, journals, blogs, or story archives and shared for free among the public. Before the advent of the internet, fanfiction was often printed or typed, and hand-copied using photocopiers or ditto machines, and distributed for free (or for a small administration fee to cover materials) among fans at conventions, or through mail-order booklets (“zines”).
 Fanfiction has existed pretty much since the beginning of storytelling (A Thousand and One Nights, Robin Hood, and King Arthur all have different elements attributed to them by different authors retelling, twisting, adding to, or changing the stories; there’s no single-origin author of those tales.)
 There are billions on billions of fanfics out there in the world—and while a majority of them are romance stories, there are also adventures, comedies, dramas, thrillers, stories based on case files, stories about the emotional connection between characters when one is hurt and the other must care for them, historical retellings, etc. There are also stories for every age range and taste, though be sure to take heed of the tags, trigger warnings, and age range warnings as your browse the archives and digital libraries.
 As a reader, it’s your responsibility to curate your experience online.
 So why are people so afraid or derisive of fanfic?
 People who are hard on fanfic say that…
 ·       It sucks.
o   Well of course it sucks! As it’s a low-stakes and easy way to try out creative writing for the first time, the majority of fanfiction is overwhelmingly written by new and young writers. Everything you do when you first try it sucks a little bit. 
I’m sure no figure skater was able to immediately land perfect triple axels ten minutes after they strap on the skates for the first time in their lives. No knitter has ever made a flawlessly perfect jumper on their first try. No mathematician has ever broken the code to send a rocket into space after having just been taught elementary-school multiplication. So why on earth do people think that new writers don’t need to practice? I can promise you that Lin-Manuel Miranda’s first rap was probably pretty shaky.
·       It’s lazy or it’s cheating.
o   Listen, anyone who tells you that writing anything is lazy clearly has not sat down and tried to write anything. Writing is tedious. It is boring. It takes hours, and hours, and hours to get anything on the page, and then once it’s on the page you have to go back and edit it. UGH. There is nothing about being a writer—even a fanfic writer—that is lazy.
o   And anyone who tells you that trying to tell a fresh, new story within the limits and confines of a pre-existing world and have it make sense is cheating, then they have no freaking clue how hard it is to be creative with that kind of limitation placed on you. It’s harder when you have a set of rules you need to follow. What you do come up with is often extremely interesting and creative because of those limitations, not in spite of them.
o   The argument that using pre-made characters, settings, tropes, and worlds to make up a new story is cheating is also complete bunk. Do those same people also expect hockey players to whittle and plane themselves a whole new hockey stick from scratch before each game? No, of course not. And yeah, a baker can grow all their own wheat, grind the flour, raise the chickens and cows so they can get eggs and milk, distill the vanilla, etc. Or a baker can buy a box mix. Either way, you get a cake at the end of the process. Whether you write fanfic or original fiction, you still get a story at the end of the process.
·       It makes you a worse writer.
o   * annoying buzzer noise * Practicing anything does not make you worse at it. And reading stories that are not edited, expertly crafted, or “high art” will also not indoctrinate you into being a bad writer. If anything, figuring out why you don’t like a specific story, trope, or writing style is actually a great way to learn what kind of writer you want to be, and to learn different methods of constructing sentences, creating images, and telling tales. Or you know, just how much spelling and grammar matter.
·       It’s not highbrow or thoughtful enough.
o   Sometimes stories are allowed to be just comfort food. Not every book or story you read has to be haute cuisine or boringly nutritious. You are allowed to read stories because they’re exciting, or swoony, or funny, or just because you like them. Anyone who says differently is a snob and worth ignoring. (Besides, fun silly stories can also be packed with meaning and lessons—I mean, hello, Terry Pratchett, anyone?)
·       It makes you waste all your time on writing that can’t be monetized.
o   No time is wasted if you spend it doing something that brings you joy. Not every hobby needs to be a money-maker and not everyone wants to be a professional writer. You are allowed to write, and read, fanfic just for the fun of it.
·       It’s theft.
o   According to Fair Use Law, it’s not. As long as the fanfic writer (or artist, cosplayer, etc.) is not making money on their creation that directly impacts or cuts into the original creator’s profit, or is not repackaging/plagiarizing the original Media Text and profiting off it’s resale, then Fan Works are completely legal. So there.
 How, exactly, does fanfic make you a better writer?
 Fanfiction…
 ·       teaches you to finish what you start.
o   The joy of being able to share your fic, either as you’re writing it, or afterward, is a big motivating factor for a lot of people. They finish because they get immediate feedback on it from their readers and followers. Lots of people have ideas for books, but how many of them do you know have actually sat down and written the whole thing?
o   Fanfic is also low-stakes; there’s nothing riding on whether you finish something or not, so you have to inspire yourself to get there without the outside (potentially negative) motivation of deadline or a failing grade if you don’t get the story finished. You end up learning how to motivate yourself.
o   Fanfic has no rules, so you write as much or as little as you want, stop wherever you think is a good place to end the story, write it out of order, or go back and write as many sequels or prequels as you like. Again, it’s totally low-stakes and is meant to be for fun, so you can noodle around with what it means to write a “whole” story and “complete” it, which teaches you how you like to write, and how you like to find your way to the finish line.
·       teaches you story structure.
o   Before you can sit down and write a story based on one of your favorite Media Texts, you’re likely to spend a lot of time consuming that text passively, or studying it actively. Either way, you’re absorbing how and why Media Text structures the stories it tells, and are learning how to structure your own from that.
o   Once you’re comfortable with the story structure the Media Text you’re working in is told, you’ll probably start experimenting with different ways stories can be told, and find the versions you like to work with best.
·       teaches you how to write characters consistently.
o   Fanfic is really hard because not only do you have to write your fave characters in a way that moves the story along, but they have to be recognizable as those fave characters.
o   This means you have to figure out their body language, verbal and physical tics, their motivations and they way the handle a crisis (fight, flight, or fawn?), and then make up the details you may need for your story that you may never see on screen/the page, like how they take their eggs or what their fave shampoo is, based on what you already know about them. That takes some top-notch detective work and character understanding to pull off.
o   Once you know how to do that, just making up a whole person yourself for original fiction is a breeze.
·       Teaches you how to hear and mimic a character/narrator voice.
o   You have to pay close attention to how an actor speaks, or how a character’s speech patterns, dialect, work choice, etc. is reflected on the page in order to be consistent in your story.
o   And all of this, in turn, teaches you how to build one for yourself.
o   I have a whole series of articles here about building a narrative voice, if you want to read more on constructing an original voice for your narrator.
·       Teaches you how to create or recreate a setting.
o   Again, like achieving character consistency, or mimicking a character or narrative voice, it takes work and paying attention in order to re-create a setting, time period, or geographical region in a fanfic—and if you’re taking your characters somewhere new, your readers will expect that setting to be equally rich as the one the Media Text is based in.
o   Which, again, teaches you how to then go and build an original one for yourself.
·       teaches how to take critique.
o   Professional writing is not a solitary pursuit. In fact, most writing is not entirely the work of an author alone. Like professional authors work with editors, critique partners, and proofreaders, some fanfiction writers will sometimes work with beta-readers or editors as well. This are friends or fanfic colleagues who offer to read your fanfic and point out plot, character, consistency, or story structure errors, or who offer to correct spelling and grammar errors. This is a great way to practice working with editors if you decide to pursue a professional career, and also a great way to make friends and strengthen your community and skill set if you don’t.
o   Many fanfic sites offer readers the opportunity to leave a comment on a fic, rather like a reviewer can leave a review on GoodReads or Amazon, or any other online store or blog, for a novel they’ve read. Sometimes these comments/reviews are 5 star and enthusiastic! Sometimes they are… not. The exact opposite in fact. As you get comments on your fanfic, and learn to ignore the ones that are just mean rather than usefully critical, you gain the Very Important Skill of learning to resist firing back at bad comments or reviews, while enjoying the good ones.  It also teaches you how to ignore drama or haters.
·       Teaches you how to exist within a like-minded community.
o   While the actual writing part of writing is solitary and sometimes tedious, nothing is ever published into a vacuum, whether it be fanfiction or original. Besides your editing/critique/beta reader group, you will also likely develop friendships, a support network, and mutuals. It’s always great to uplift, support, cheer on, and celebrate one another’s accomplishments and victories, whether the writing is fanfic or original.
·       Teaches you that it’s okay to write about things important to you, or your own identity.
o   You can change a characters ethnicity, cultural background, sexuality, religion, or disabilities to match yours, and talk about your lived life through the megaphone of that character. Or, you can insert original characters based on you, your desires, and experiences.
o   Once you’re comfortable writing in your #ownvoice in fanfic, you can approach it in original fiction, if you like.
o   See my article titled Your Voice Is Valid for more on this.
 What if I want to be a professional writer?
 Notice how I didn’t say “real writer”. Any writer who writes any kind of story is a ‘real’ writer. I mean, pinch yourself—you’re real, right? The difference is actually between being an “amateur” writer (a hobbyist who does not write for pay), and a “professional” (who is paid for their writing). Just because you only play shinny on the street with your friends, or in a house league on the weekends, it’s doesn’t mean  you’re not still as much of a hockey player as someone who plays in the NHL.
 Writing fanfiction before or at the same time as writing original fiction that you intend to sell is a great way to learn, or practice, everything I’ve mentioned above. If you read it widely, it will also expose you to different story telling styles, voices, and tropes than your reading of published fiction.
 ·       Can I sell my fanfic?
o   No. For fanfiction to remain under the umbrella of Fair Use Law, you cannot profit off your fanfiction. There’s some grey-area wiggle room around things like charging a small amount for a ‘zine or a PDF to cover administrative costs, but zero wiggleability around, say, selfpublishing your fanfic and charging heaps for it.
·       Can I “file off the serial numbers”?
o   “Filing of the series numbers” is when you take a fanfic you’ve written and essentially pull it apart, remove everything that’s clearly someone else’s Media Text, and reassembling the story so that it’s pretty much a completely original piece of creative writing.
o   Yes, you can sell these, provided your filing is rigorous enough that you aren’t likely to be dinged for plagiarism. It’s widely known that Cassandra Claire’s Shadowhunters was once Harry Potter fanfic, and that Fifty Shades of Gray was once Twilight fanfic. But did you know that my Triptych started life as an idea for a Stargate Atlantis fic? There’s lots of stories out there that were once full fics, or the idea for the novel was originally conceived for a fandom, but written as original instead.
o   So long as you’re careful to really rework the text so that it’s not just a find-name-replace-name rewrite, you should be fine.
o   Be aware, though, that the agents and editors you might pitch this novel to know how to Google. They may discover that this is a filed-off story, and depending on their backgrounds and biases, might be concerned about it. There’s no need to inform them of the novel’s origin straight off in your pitch/query letter, but you may want to have a frank discussion with them about it after it’s been signed so they can help you make sure that any lingering copywrited concepts or characters are thoroughly changed before publication.
o   Should you take down the original fic-version of the novel while you’re querying/shopping it? Well, that’s up to you, and whether you’re comfortable with an editor/agent potentially finding it.
·       Should I be ashamed of my fic, or take it down, or pretend I never wrote fic?
o   What? Why? No! I mean, I have hidden some of my most immature work, but I’ve left pretty much my whole catalogue of fanfic online and I don’t deny that I was/am a ficcer. Why? Because it’s a great repository of free stories that people can read before they buy one of my books, so they can get a taste of how and what I write. Also, you will be in good company. Lots and lots of writers who are published now-a-days started in fandom, including:
Steven Moffat
Seanan McGuire
Rainbow Rowell
Claudia Gray
Cory Doctorow
Marissa Meyer
Meg Cabot.
Naomi Novik
Neil Gaiman
Lev Grossman
S.E. Hinton
John Scalzi
The Bronte Sisters
Andy Weir
Sarah Rees Brennan
Marjorie M. Liu
Anna Todd
...and me, J.M. Frey
 How fanfic can harm.
 Like with anything else, there are ways that reading and writing fanfiction can actually harm you, or others, but it has nothing to do with the reading or writing of fanfiction in and of itself.
 ·       Some creators may prefer that you don’t (and may or may not follow up with legal action).
o   Anne Rice famously went after fanficcers in the 90s who wrote fanfic of her work, handing out Cease & Desist notices like confetti.
o   99% of creators don’t care. Those who do will generally have a notice on their websites or social media politely asking fancreators to refrain. Mostly this is due to their general discomfort over the idea of anyone else getting to play in their worlds. The best thing to do is respect that request, and find a different fandom to write in.
·       Flamewars and fandom fights leading to bullying and doxing.
o   Regrettably, just like any other community filled with people who have different favorites, opinions, and preferences, there will inevitably be clashes. It’s up to you to decide how to react to negative interactions, and how to model positive ones.
o   Don’t forget, you curate your online experience, so don’t be afraid of that block button.
o   Also, don’t be the jerk who goes after people for liking different aspects of the fandom. Everyone is entitled to interact and like a Media Text their own way. “Don’t yuck my yum,” as they say.
·       Trying to make money on other people’s IP/Media Text (law suits, etc.)
o   It doesn’t belong to you, so don’t try to make money on it.
o   There’s a grey area here in terms of selling prints/plushies/jewelry/etc. and there’s no hard line about where one copyright owner will draw the line, and another won’t. Warner Bros. owns the film rights for both Harry Potter and Hunger Games, but I’ve seen Harry Potter-themed bars spring up while fans wanting to make Hunger Game fanfilms have been shut down. A friend of mine sells hand-made fandom-inspired items at cons—there is no rhyme or reason to what she gets told to stop making and what she’s left alone on.
o   Best thing to do if you’re told to stop is just so stop, move on, and find a different fandom to be active in.
·       Writing Real Person Fanfic (“RPF”) can be considered a violation of consent.
o   This article sums it up pretty well, but basically… if you decide to write RPF, be aware that they person you are writing about is a real person, with real thoughts, and emotions, and they may feel violated by RPF. If you decide to write it, never send it to the people it’s about, and always clearly tag it so other can choose to engage with it, or avoid it.
o   Also be aware that it could ruin their love for what they do. For example: the friendships between the members of 1Direciton became strained and the band eventually disintegrated because people wouldn’t stop sending band members smutty stories or art of them having sex with one another, and it made them too uncomfortable to continue in the band.
·       Showing/sharing fanfic & fanart outside of its intended context. Fanworks are for fans, and there are definitely issues if…
o   It’s shown to celebrities/actors/creators.
  Shoving your fantasies onto the people who create or portray your fave characters is rude, and wrong, and also kinda gross. If they seek it out themselves, that’s one thing, but the same way you wouldn’t throw it at a complete stranger, don’t throw it at them. You may love the characters these people play, but they are not their characters, and they are not your friends.
  It may also really weird them out and ruin their love for what they do.
o   it’s shown to writers working on the series.
  There was a famous case where a fanficcer sent a story to a novelist, and the novelist was accused of plagiarism by the ficcer when their next novel in the series resembled the plot of that fanfic. There was a whole court case and everything.
  Because of this, writers of TV shows, books, etc. don’t want to (and often times, legally can’t) read your fanfic. They don’t want to get accidentally inspired by what you’ve written, or worse, have to throw out something because it resembles your fic too closely. Just let them write their stories the way they want, and if they choose to seek out fic, they will.
o   it’s mocked by celebrities.
  I’m not letting Alan Carr and Graham Norton off the hook. If it’s super rude and gross to shove fanworks at actors/writers/creators when you’re a creator, then it’s doubly rude for anyone to take a story or art made for a specific audience (the fans), by a specific community (the fans), lift it out of it’s context, and invite the public to mock it while also shoving it at the actor/celebrity in a place where they are literally cornered and can’t leave (i.e. the chat-show sofa). Man, it really steams me up when they do that. It’s rude and it’s tone-deaf, and it’s not fair.
  And most of the time they do it, they don’t even ask the artist or writer for permission, first, which is just…. Uuuuugggghhhh. It may be fanfic, but it was still created by someone, and you should always ask permission before publicly sharing something created by someone else.
  Grrrrrrr.
 In Conclusion
 If someone tells you that reading or writing fanfic is bad for you as a creator, tell them to get bent.
Famous Fanfic
·       Hamilton by Lin-Manuel Miranda
·       Wicked by Gregory Maguire
·       Wicked: the Musical by Stephen Schwartz
·       The Phantom of Manhattan by Fredrick Forsyth
·       A Study in Emerald by Neil Gaiman
·       Sherlock by Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat
·       The Dracula Tape, by Fred Saberhaugen
·       Paradise Lost, John Milton
·       Inferno, by Dante
·       The Aeneid, by Virgil
·       Ulysses, by James Joyce
·       Romeo & Juliet, by William Shakespeare
·       The Once and Future King by T.H. White
·       A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court, by Mark Twain
·       The Three Musketeers, by Alexandre Dumas
·       Pride & Prejudice & Zombies, by Seth Grahame-Smith
·       Phantom, a novel of his life by Susan Kaye
·       …and so many more.
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quickspinner · 4 years
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Weekend Lukanette Link Roundup 4/20/20
Hi friends!
Usually I put my own stuff first but there’s some things I’m really excited about and I want to gush, so I’m gonna go last this time, and the important stuff is bolded to make it easier to find because I’m wordy.
I’m providing the tumblr links where possible so that you guys can reblog and spread the word if you find something you like (please do that!) but most of these authors (all of them I think) are also on AO3 if you prefer to read there! 
From @verfound
Marinette’s 29 Valentine’s Days Ch 17 AND
Marinette’s 29 Valentine’s Days Ch 18 (woohoo!)
From @livrever
Wrong Number Ch 6 
Wrong Number Deleted Scenes - A NSFW interlude between Chapter 5 and 6
From @mamanabeille
So, You Met Tchaikovsky  A spinoff of the hockey player Luka fic she has in progress, which she did as a gift for me for my birthday, and it’s adorable and I don’t want to spoil it so I’m going to shush but SO CUTE. (If you’re intrigued by the idea of hockey-playing Luka be on the lookout for her upcoming fic Vibe Check which she’s still working on but I have every confidence that it will be awesome when it happens)
From @astronavigatrix
Luka Couffaine and the Triwizard Champion Also for my birthday, a Harry Potter AU featuring Luka taking on Lila and being both protective over and utterly smitten by Marinette. It’s super cute and sweet and has all my favorite things, including Juleka teasing which we all know I’m a sucker for.
I have two more to add but I’m gonna roll them up under my stuff for reasons that will become obvious.
Okay! So yesterday was my birthday and it’s one of those big round number birthdays that make you feel a little insecure and a little freaked out and of course, everything is closed so I couldn’t DO anything, so I decided to throw myself a little online party and celebrate by posting a bunch of things! They’re all tagged birthday big bang if you just want to jump in, but here’s the complete list.
Beautiful Dreams Ch 1 - I am SO EXCITED for this fic. It’s currently planned at six chapters and I’ve been working on it for months, and I’m finally to the point where I feel like I’m ready to start sharing it with you all. You’ve seen it teased in a bunch of WIP Wednesdays and SSS for a while now and it’s finally here!! If you prefer to read it on AO3 where you can subscribe for updates you can do that as well. Hopefully updates should be pretty regular as the first four chapters are mostly complete aside for some edit and polish.
Of course, there were more April Kisses. (Today’s is late, I got sick for a few days last week - not the Big Thing - and didn’t get anything done and so I’ve worked through my backlog, but I hope it will still be out tonight)
Finding Harmony was already posted in its entirety to AO3 but is now also complete here on Tumblr.
A bunch of my LBSC group friends wrote me birthday fic, a couple of which are linked above, and the rest of them were based around my story The Sky and the Sea, which also inspired me to write more for it, so here’s the (so far) full chronology of Dragon Luka and MerMari:
The Lizard and the Pearl by @motherofwoofers which inspired my piece:
Hello and Goodbye (new by me!)
A Chance Meeting by @justknitstuff / @chromemist (she takes fic commissions, by the way!) 
The Sky and the Sea 
The Hope and the Fear (new by me!) which was inspired by 
The Storm was Over by @verfound (fair warning this story is full of death and angst and tragedy, so if you want a happy ending for our DragonFish couple...maybe don’t read this one. Except DO read this one because even though it is sad and painful it is BEAUTIFUL.)
Enjoy!
(Guys I am doing my best with this stuff but I don’t claim to be comprehensive, I’m sure I’m not getting everything, but if I missed something reblog this with a link and I’ll reblog it!)
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almaasi · 5 years
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reaction post typed while watching SPN 14x15 “Peace of Mind”
CAS!!!!! CAS CAS CAS IS THE BESTEST CAS CAS CAS CAS
03:24pm
ALL RIGHT I’M READY
I ACTUALLY SLEPT LAST NIGHT SO I’M NOT CURRENTLY DYING. only, like 40% woozy and 90% drained of energy
LOOKING FORWARD TO SOMETHING WHOLESOME
another steve yockey episode?? screenplay by someone called meghan fitzmartin. sweet
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all i know about this episode is from a tumblr post that said “cas”, “funny” and “brother in law bonding”, and an instagram post with sam looking like a shady art auctioneer who sells endangered animals on the side
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03:32
k, got my bean salad, got my magnesium chloride footbath, i am as ready as can be
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03:33pm
i really hope they name the snake ‘cause i’m posting a fic tomorrow with the snake mentioned and i don’t have a name
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03:35
“scooby doo matinee”
ehehe
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03:36
digging the 1950s thing
...but not actually the 1950s?
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03:37
“.....duuude??? do you.. need help?????”
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griffin is the hero of this story and must be protected at all costs
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03:39
ah the snake is a boy snek?
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03:41
cas: “i thought you were going to sleep until the cows dragged you home”
dean: “thshsa notdhfsdg n”
 i fucking love everything about this
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03:47
i still love cas’ car
i hope nothing bad ever happens to it
and i hope we see dean taking care of it the way he takes care of baby, and/or showing cas how to do it
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03:49
the little 1950s town
reminds me of pee-wee herman tbh
also dear god now i want to write a fic where there’s a town like this except dean and cas are undercover as a gay couple and everyone’s freaking out about it because being queer is ~accepted~ in modern times but it goes against the ~historical aesthetic~ of the town and dean and cas are “faking” except accidentally change the minds of everyone through the legitimacy of their love
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03:54
cas: “saturday evening post... i look at them sometimes after you fall asleep at night”
/googles that
ooh
also..............if i didn’t ship destiel so damn hard that would be such a perfect sastiel line
“they’re very soothing”
;~; cas and his soothing, stimmy things
i love him i love him i love him
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03:58
oh maaaaan i love sam and cas but WHAT I WOULDN’T GIVE TO HAVE DEAN AND CAS ON A DATE IN A MILK SHOP
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03:59
oh the milkshake probably turns people kooky and sam’s gonna turn but cas didn’t drink the milkshake so he’s gonna be fine
edit: damn i got got.  but also yeah cas was fine
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04:01
did cas say “like a ripe melon ON the sun”?
yes he did
but why
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04:03
i like that this town seems pretty diverse despite the general view we see nowadays of the 1950s
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04:04
the way dean shrugs and say “i like bacon”
is so nauseatingly cute
i wanna cry and squish him 
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04:05
I KNEW HE HAD MICE SOMEWHERE
in my fic the snake makes friends with the mouse jack tries to feed him (the fic is a 14.5k dean/cas smut fic called Measure of Thigh Love and will be posted here tomorrow)
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04:07
lady: “morals. gotta have morals”
*eyes cas”
“you know”
whAT DOES IT MEAN
does he look like a good boy, an upstanding pillar of the community, definitely not a perpetually confused hot mess in love with a freckly bisexual trashbag
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04:08
the fact cas so calmly and blankly reads the pornographic letters talking about the guys dick
i just
does anyone even understand how much i love him
every fucking thing he does or says makes me love him more
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04:12
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ANGEL FOOD CAKE & DEVILS’ FOOD CAKE
YEEEEEEEEAH OkaY DEAN
i literally just posted a fic where he eats angel food cake
AND DEAN WILLINGLY BOUGHT CAKE
BISEXUAL DEAN /  DESTIEL ALERT
also?? feeding a snake angel food cake? 10/10 good omens vibe
but also god no THE SNAKE DOESN’T EAT THAT but i love the journey they’re going on to find out what the snake eats
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04:16
the fact dean panicked that jack was choosing the devil’s cake over the angel one
um
maybe he just liked chocolate
BUT ALSO
PROOF THAT CAKE ALWAYS REPRESENTS SOMETHING
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04:18
the house lady has an mp3 player / headphones?? maybe she’s the centre of all this
edit: maybe they had pink headphones in the 1950s ????
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04:19
bird poop all down cas’ car aww
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04:21
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like
i know everyone’s dying and it’s clearly terrible
but also i find the vibe of this town very calming
the clock ding-donging in the background especially, when cas visits mrs smith
also her apron is pretty
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04:22
cas: “the tall man.......... hair? he has beautiful hair?”
that’s fucking c u t e
if dean heard that he would complain for 6 hours straight and not let it go, ever, and he’d say it’s because he doesn’t like sam’s hair but it’s secretly because he’s jealous, both of sam’s hair and also that cas thinks it’s beautiful
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04:26
the “hey you’re a woman make me a drink/dinner” thing is highkey irking me though
unsure if that’s the town or just sam
then again he was clearly under the influence the first time he asked for coffee too
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04:28
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cas: “you will snap the hell out of it!!!”
sam: *flinches* “sir, you watch your mouth”
omg
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04:30
haitch eee double hockey sticks
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04:34
clearly jack does still have some soul because he cares about the snake
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04:36
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when the light gets his eyes like that he doubles in prettiness
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04:44pm
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THAT PARALLEL TO WHEN CAIN!DEAN DIDN’T STAB CAS
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cas: “GOD HAS A BEARD”
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cas: “yeah, i told him about the cardigan”
10/10 shoutout to the fact dean and cas talk off screen
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04:51
“i’ll help you”
oh no is he gonna kill the snake
oh no oh no
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04:52
oh maaaaaaaaaaan i dunno how i feel about that ending
and thus i don’t know how to feel about any of this
i loved the slowness and the softness of this
and i LOVED seeing so much of cas
but after the ending all my emotions just got steamrollered
i loved that the girl saved the day by overthrowing her abusive father but also not killing him and also giving him a nice ending, so to speak
i love that there was some representation in here even though i never caught anyone’s name besides sam’s “JUSTIN SMITH” and griffin
dean and cas seem to talk in the kitchen a lot which is nice !!!
i dunno i’m just sad about the snake... jack did the right thing maybe? but also i’m bummed out about it
sooo much snake/angel/cake symbolism <3
i’m looking forward to reading metas and stuff about this episode, especially about how the sam+cas stuff is actually dean/cas stuff in disguise, because frankly it kind of looked like it even though i could’t say how at this point i time
i FREAKING LOVE SEEING SAM AND CAS WORK TOGETHER THOUGH. SO MUCH. can only imagine how hard it was for misha and jared to film this though. especially the scene where cas reads the pornographic letters, and when jared is lying on top of misha
cas casually reading porn is the best
cas bringing sam out of hypnotism by relating to him about lost armies was probably my favourite part though
i mean, excluding the bits where dean and cas talk because dfjsdjgfd i love them i can’t help it
10/10 i guess? i can’t think about anything to complain about :P was a pretty good, solid, all-rounder, yay
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winryofresembool · 5 years
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Love Can Melt the Ice, chapter 22
Summary: The morning after
A/N: There wouldn’t be an anniversary without an update, huh? Like I’ve already said 13245 times, it’s been a whole year since I posted the first chapter of this fic, and now this fic has already over 50000 words. And that wouldn’t be possible if I didn’t have such amazing readers ♥ So to each and every one of you who has bothered to read, thank you. The end is not quite here yet, but... it’s near. (Edit: forgot to thank @criis55 and @randomlyopeneddictionary for the help again, you guys are the best)
Previous chapters:  1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5.5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 pt 1, pt 2, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21
Next chapter: coming
Companion pieces (note: these are all post Olympics happenings so reading the main fic first is recommended): 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Words: 2800+
Genre: too much sugar
The next morning, Ed woke up to his phone ringing. When he registered what the sound was, his first reaction was to throw the phone at the wall and continue sleeping, with his girlfriend still using him as her pillow (the closeness felt surprisingly good in his opinion). But whoever was calling was persistent, forcing Ed to eventually take the phone from the bedside table and check the name on the screen. He carefully moved Winry farther so he could sit down. She stirred too, equally annoyed by the noise.
“What’s up?” she asked. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up. I gotta take this, it’s Al. Hey, little brother,” he finally answered the phone, with some annoyance in his voice.
“Hi to you too, big brother.” Al retorted back. “Your teammates have been asking me where you are because you weren’t at the game, didn’t answer the calls and didn’t return to your hotel room either. So would you please keep your phone on from now on and let them know you are still alive?” His voice turned less scolding, more curious. “Also what happened to you after you left the arena yesterday? Tell me everything.”
“I’m in Winry’s room right now, but I’m supposed to go and pick up my hockey gear from our locker room later this morning. Wanna come help me carry my bags?” It was Ed’s code for ‘I’ll tell you face-to-face’.
“Oh, sure. Shall I meet you in an hour?” Al asked, a wide smirk spreading on his face. What exactly had happened between his brother and his crush last night?
“Sounds fine to me. See ya.” Ed finished the call and sighed a bit, running his hand through his messy hair. “Back to reality, I guess,” he told Winry.
“Nooo, not yet,” she mumbled against her pillow sleepily. “Let me be an Olympic champion with a brand new boyfriend a little bit longer.”
He turned her to face him and said, slightly amused: “Dork, you still have both of those things. It wasn’t a dream.”
Winry’s cheeks got some extra color when she decided to get a bit flirty: “Oh. Then can you remind me what it feels like to get a kiss from your boyfriend?”
Even though Ed pretended to be annoyed, he laid down closer to her and pulled her for a kiss.
“I could get used to this,” Winry noted when they pulled apart, still resting their foreheads against each other.
“Me too.”
Neither was reluctant to move for a good while, but finally Ed said: “I should go back to my room and get some fresh clothes… Don’t want to go to the arena with the suit.”
“I understand. Will you be at my ceremony in the afternoon?” Winry asked. At the previous day’s venue ceremony, she had only gotten some flowers and a plushie, today would be the day she’d get the actual medal.
“Count on it. And I’m pretty sure Al will be there too.”
“That’s very nice of him!” Winry replied happily.
“That’s Al,” Ed noted. “But I still haven’t forgiven him for forgetting to tell you I was going to meet you after the competition yesterday so… he is gonna pay back some way.”
“Ed, be nicer to your brother. I’m sure there was an explanation for his behavior.”
Ed snorted at Winry’s comment. “Such as wooing a certain Xingese figure skater? Not a good enough explanation.”
“Jerk. Are you saying there’s something wrong with ‘wooing’ a figure skater? Because I seem to recall… Someone he’s related to did the same thing.” Winry poked his shoulder lightly.
“Hey, I didn’t woo you,” Ed said dramatically. “As a matter of fact, I don’t know how the hell I managed to catch your interest.”
“It was probably the automail.” Winry said playfully while stroking the metal shoulder.
“Fair enough. But I sure am glad it did that. Even though I put you through a lot.”
“It’s OK.” She gave him one more kiss before he started pulling his clothes on. Once he was done, he turned to look at her one more time. “Be happy that I really like you because I’m not sure how I’m going to survive Captain Bastard’s tormenting today.”
“Dork. Just go. The sooner you’ll get over it, the better.”
Winry threw a pillow at him, and he caught it and threw it back, leaving both of them smiling as he exited the room.
It turned out Ed wasn’t worried for nothing. The tormenting started already when he opened the door to his hotel room, revealing the amused Jean Havoc in there, scrolling through his phone casually.
“Well, well, well. Looks like the black sheep has finally returned to his flock. Where were you?”
“With Winry,” Ed answered, “but I don’t see why that information matters to you. I bet you were happy to have the room to yourself.”
“Not complaining, bro,” Havoc said. “It’s just that Mustang was wondering why you weren’t at the game.”
“I was supporting my girlfriend,” Ed emphasized the last word on purpose. “Which I’m pretty sure Al already told you guys.”
“He did, I just wanted to hear it from your mouth.” Havoc shrugged. “Well, I’m glad that girl of yours finally got some sense into you. So… did you guys seal the deal yet?”
“Just because we are a… couple…” Ed stopped to taste the word he hadn’t used earlier. “… Doesn’t mean we need to rush things. I’m not like you, Havoc. Anyway, I saw what happened in yesterday’s game. Do you have any excuses for the loss?”
“Trying to hit me into my weak spot?” Havoc glared at his younger teammate. “Low blow, Elric, low blow.”
“I think you were just missing your best forward,” Ed grinned as widely as only he could.
“Laugh ahead, dude. Once you get over that honeymoon phase, we will make you feel our pain.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” Ed laughed before quickly grabbing some clean clothes and withdrawing into bathroom to change before Havoc could bite back.
“And that’s what happened,” Ed finished his story to Al who had surprisingly let Ed tell about last night’s events (with light censorship of course. For example Winry’s stunt after the automail measuring wasn’t mentioned) without interrupting him, other than slight snickering at the most amusing parts. They were about to enter Team Amestris’ locker room and Ed was glad he had managed to tell Al the most important events without Captain B… Mustang hearing him.
“Aww, brother, that’s so sweet. I’m so glad you worked things out. I can see she is not just any girl to you. And of course she seems to care about you a lot too.”
Ed was thankful that for once Al didn’t take the opportunity to make fun of him, and he understood it was Al’s way to show he really was happy about the change in Ed’s life. Al if anyone had had to see Ed’s dark side more than enough, and he wished those days were behind now.
“Yeah… It’s… weird. I mean in a good way. How on earth did I manage to snatch the most awesome girl at the Olympics? And let’s be real, in Amestris too.”
“Holy shit, brother, you really are in love.” Al could barely keep his voice calm. “Never have I ever heard you talk like that. Although, I would like to disagree about that most awesome girl at the Olympics part, because I dare to say that I found that one.”
“Oh yeah?” Ed challenged him. “So how are things between you and Ms. Chang exactly? A little bird told me someone forgot to tell someone else something important yesterday because he was gushing over someone else.”
“Whoops. I’m sorry, Ed.” Al genuinely looked ashamed. “It’s just, she sent me a message from the dressing room after the ceremony and told me that she’d like me to join her celebrations and I just… kinda forgot after that.”
“Maybe I’ll let it slip this one time. Don’t let it happen again, though!” Ed warned, although soon he was grinning again. “So, what happened at her party? Are you guys dating now?”
“I’m not quite sure,” Al replied honestly. “Maybe? I mean, we have a lot of fun when we spend time together, but I haven’t forgotten she lives in Xing. How do you maintain a long-distance relationship like that?”
“If it makes you feel any better, it’s not so easy for Winry and I either.” Ed sighed. “We are both traveling to our games and contests all the time. I guess the pro of having a broken leg is that I can’t travel and she can visit me any time wants to or has free time.”
“That’s… good. Oh, hey Mustang!” Al greeted the captain of Ed’s team who had just exited the gym of the locker room.
“Hello, Alphonse. I see you finally found him,” Mustang huffed at Ed’s direction. “Nice of you to decide to show your face here, Fullmetal. Did you end up worshipping the porcelain throne last night?”
“And why exactly would I have done that?” Ed raised his eyebrow threateningly. “In case you didn’t realize, drinking and a broken leg are not a very good combination. You’d think a smart person like you would understand that much.
“Ed ended up worshipping his girlfriend instead,” Al laughed, and Ed threw an angry glare at him. “What? I’m just telling the truth.”
“She’s the best figure skater in the whole freaking world, so of course I’m proud of her! And did you know she can build automails? Because…”
“Wow, wow, you need to cool down a bit. You start to sound like Hughes.” Roy snorted.
“Did someone call me?” a familiar voice could be heard from the gym.
“Nope. I just said Edward has started to sound a lot like you.” Roy gave his friend a self-satisfied smirk. “He’s been praising his girlfriend a lot while he’s been here, which is about two minutes so far.” He tapped his watch.
“Why does everyone use the g-word in a way that makes me never want to use it again?” Ed growled. “Yes, I have one. Yes, she’s great. I’m saying it how I see it. Why is that such a big deal?”
Roy continued to look pleased with himself. “Well, if you want an honest answer, here’s one: I didn’t think we would get to see this day.”
“Somehow, I still managed to get a girlfriend before you did,” Ed threw back. “How’s Riza doing, by the way?”
“It’s not that simple, Elric. Your girlfriend doesn’t have relatives managing our team,” Roy said, finally getting serious.
“Don’t mind him,” Hughes came between them, “Ed, we are actually really happy to see that you are finally starting to get better and found such an awesome significant other. I know a lot about her thanks to Gracia and I can say you could have done a lot worse.”
“Thanks, Hughes,” Ed told him. “So, now that we are finally done with that… About yesterday. It was really tough to follow. I wish I could have been there to help you guys out.”
“Don’t worry, Ed,” Hughes answered, even though he was still wincing a bit at the memory. “Of course it’s never fun to lose, especially such a big game. But it’s still just one loss, and we’ll get over it. It’s still been a fun tournament. Well, for the most part,” he added when he remembered Ed’s cast. “Bummer that your first Olympic tournament ended like that.”
Ed had never liked pity, so he just shrugged. “Could have been worse. I did learn something valuable during this time. About letting people in.”
“That’s the spirit!” Hughes slapped Ed on his back. “Hey, our ladies are battling for bronze this afternoon! What do you say, should we all go cheer them?”
“Sounds like a plan. As long as it’s not at the same time with Winry’s ceremony,” Ed remembered quickly.
“She already has you soo wrapped around her fingers,” Maes laughed. “But don’t worry, the game won’t start until 2 PM so you should be able to see her just fine.”
“Oh. That’s good then,” Ed agreed.
“Can I take Mei with me?” Al asked suddenly.
“Mei, Mei Chang from Xing?” Hughes asked, and Al nodded. “You brothers seem to have a thing for some great figure skaters. I completely understand the feeling, though,” he added and the rest of the time at the locker room he doted on Gracia while the others packed their hockey gear into their bags.
A cool wind pinched Winry’s cheeks as she was waiting to get called to the podium. The previous night had been a blur for the most part, but now she finally started to understand it: she had actually won gold. She imagined her Granny watching her at home on TV and smiling proudly, Den wagging her tail next to her. She also imagined how her parents would have reacted to this event. They probably would have hugged her and given a kiss on her cheek, telling her how proud they were. The thought made her emotional, though, so she decided to focus on the now: aside from her friends, she knew there would be one person who would be happy to give her a hug once the ceremony was over. She imagined how his golden eyes would shine happily when she’d show him the medal and maybe he’d even dare to kiss her if there weren’t too many cameras around. That thought made her smile again.
While waiting for the ceremony to begin, Mei started to talk to her. She told her how she had accidentally bumped into Ed and Al, how she and Al (or Mr. Alphonse like she still seemed to prefer to call him) had hit it right off, and ended up having a lot of fun together already two nights in a row. Some of it she had already heard from Ed last night, but seeing how much Mei seemed to like Al made her embarrassed that she had ever been jealous. She decided to confess Mei that she had seen her and Ed outside the arena and thought for a moment that someone was going on, to which the black-haired girl started giggling.
“What’s so funny?” Winry asked.
“It’s just… Mr. Alphonse is much more suitable for me than Mr. Edward. He’s so polite and sweet.”
“Hey, Ed can be sweet too when he wants to! He… may not always give the best first impression but he has a golden heart.”
The debate ended at that moment, because the announcer started speaking in a language that Winry didn’t understand, but she knew that was her, Mei and Lan Fan’s cue to start walking. They stopped behind the podium and finally she was able to see how many people were there to cheer for them. It was nearly overwhelming. To think that their sport could interest so many people… Finally, she thought she was able to spot a sea of green, meaning Ed and several of his teammates had arrived too. A wide smile spread on her face.
A local figure skating legend and the leader of the worldwide figure skating union gave Mei and Lan Fan their medals and presents (a silver watch), and then it was her turn. The watch was beautiful, it had her name and a female figure skater engraved on the back and behind the pointers there was a picture of the Olympic venue. However, she didn’t have a lot of time to admire it, because the national anthem of Amestris started playing, and for some reason it brought all the memories from this Olympic journey into her mind. The falling. Her friends’ support. Everything that had happened with Ed. The phone call with her granny. The final performance. Finding out she had won. And of course the amount of work it had required her to get to that point. It all overwhelmed her and she realized tears had started gathering in the corners of her eyes and she quickly swept them away before the others could see. She started singing along and realized that so did a lot of people in the audience. That made her realize how many people there really were supporting her, and after that she couldn’t stop the happy tears anymore.
“You OK? I saw you were crying on the podium.” Of course they were Ed’s first words once he finally reached Winry outside the ceremony venue. Winry wrapped her arms around him and buried her face against his coat while Ed tried to awkwardly hug her with one hand while keeping the other on the crutch so he wouldn’t fall.
“Yes, I’m OK, silly. They were happy tears.” She mumbled against the fabric.
He leaned his jaw against her head and wrapped the free arm a bit tighter around her. “Oh… then I’m happy too.”
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expensiveminimalist · 6 years
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Tinkerbell’s Cheesy 21st Celly
Hello my lovelies! As long as I’ve done this properly, this should be posted just after midnight (New Zealand time) when it is officially September 22nd and my 21st Birthday! 
So I decided to do this a little while ago to celebrate my 21st birthday. It’s basically a chance for me to express how much all the amazing humans I’ve met on here mean to me, and so my cheesy little ass can be even cheesier 😅 
There’s a handful of people that I have to specially point out because of how much they’ve impacted my life, and I’m just so fucking grateful for every single one of them 
Firstly, my darling @stephisinspace 💕 (i know you don’t use your tumblr that much now so I’ll probably send this to you on insta or facebook) You were the first friend that I ever made on tumblr and I cannot even begin to explain how much you mean to me. You’ve helped me work through so much shit in my life even when you’ve had your own stuff going on, and I know that I can always talk to you about anything. I love how you’re my niece’s ‘Aunty Steph’ who lives on the other side of the world and will probably never met her, but loves her as much as I do 😂💕 I can’t wait to come hang with you in Ireland one day and I’ll drag you back here to hang with my puppy dogs (hey you can even meet our niece then 😂). I love you so much you insanely talented, beautiful, intelligent, loving and incredible babe 💕💕
@floralsmatthews BITCH I LOVE YOU AND I DON’T KNOW HOW ELSE TO SAY IT 💕 I seriously don’t think I’ve ever clicked with anyone faster than I have with you and I just fucking worship you ok, like I swear to god if we don’t fuck up Toronto together then I will be super pissed. Can’t wait to be a bridesmaid at your wedding to Auston 😉 virGANG FOR LIFE TT 💕
@trashforhockeyguys NIC MY BABY TINK 💕 I can’t explain how fucking much I adore you, like you literally make my day. I love how we literally talk about the most random shit and end up forgetting what we were actually talking about because my dumb ass can’t stop talking about having Willy’s babies or sucking Kappy’s cock 😂 You are so easy to talk to and you are like the best hype girl ever and I just seriously fucking love you and I’m SO looking forward to our Zoey 101 marathon and going trick or treating dressed as Tinkerbell since I’ve never got to do that before 😂 I LOVE YOU, MY CHILDREN’S FUTURE GODMOTHER 💕
@squilliamnylander Riley, I have so much to thank you for and I don’t even know where to begin 💕 Thank you for inspiring me to write again and making me fall in love with writing again. Thank you for introducing me to the most incredible group of humans who do so much more than just fawn over Freddie 😂 Honestly, thank you for dealing with my annoying, clingy ass because I appreciate you so much and I can’t wait to come hang with you one day and FOR SURE go to a Leafs game 💕
@thecambridgees MADDY, MY JOLEX SOUL SISTER 💕 Ugh, I just love you and your contagious sweetness, and the fact that I know no matter what happens I can freak out about Grey’s with you 😂 I’m SO excited for when we get our Jolex back next week and can freak out all over again because they’re MARRIED like actually MARRIED 😍 Thank you for constantly killing me with your gifs and edits (including the ones of our royals munchkins!), I love you my sweet, sweet Italian 💕
@thiccthighsandhockeyguys HEY WIFEY 💕 Seriously, I fucking adore you and I know that they day Rielly gets the C, I’m gonna hear you screaming all the way over here at the bottom of the world 😂 But seriously, I love how damn sweet and intelligent you are, and you’re humour is out of this world amazing and I’m just in awe of you. You are literally a fucking GOD-DESS and there’s like a 2000000000000% chance your selfies are gonna kill me with all that perfection 😍 I LOVE YOU 💕
@inthebyf my ‘mom’ friend 💕 you are the BEST person to come and talk to about anything because you always know what to say and you always have the best advice and I can’t tell you how grateful I am for you 💕 You’ve honestly taught me so much (that you probably don’t even realise) and I’m so grateful that you’ve opened my eyes to so many different points of views on everything in life. I can’t explain how much respect I have for you, I genuinely just think you are one of the most amazing people on this planet. I can’t wait to go on a date with you and your freaking adorable lil turtle 💕
@psychospeak-blog a.k.a the person that owns my emotions 😂 I don’t think you get how much I idolise you when it comes to writing, like I’m convinced you invented writing and no one can change my mind 💕 You are so amazing for reading my terrible smut and reading my average fics, and I can’t thank you enough for letting me vent about writing stuff, talking me out of stressing like an idiot over writing and letting me freak the fuck out over the perfect Tyler that you’ve made steal my heart (and if I meet him and he’s not like how he is in Won’t Go Slowly, I will sue HIM). Love you, you crazily talented and gorgeous human J! 💕 
@westanaustonsforehead also, the one person that can make me cry when I read your tags on my Willy fic 😂 I really don’t know what else to say other than the fact that you are so fricken sweet and are genuinely one of the loveliest people on tumblr, and I love you like A LOT. I also can’t explain how much it meant to be when you sent me that message to do with anxiety because it honestly helped me so much and you saved me from a massive panic attack that day 💕 Ugh, I totally wanna hang out with you but I live in Hobbit Land so when i win the lottery I’m totally coming over to hang out whether you want me to or not 😂💕
@motoleafs IDA! 💕 My Nylander encyclopaedia who I am constantly in awe of like every second of the day. You are seriously so lovely and I’m so thankful for you answering my many questions (naturally, Nylander related) and for honestly furthering my love of hockey 💕 You are so welcoming towards everyone in the hockey tumblr community and that’s honestly one of the things I love so much about you, and I’m so grateful that we started talking my darling, Leafs Queen 💕
@mystupidlovesongs I NEED A HUG 💕 You have me sold with your humour, your absolute fucking sweetness, your intelligence and of course, your Vogue worthy selfies 😍 I’m still waiting for you to go and get Cash and Marshall so they get the insta love they deserve that Gerry-Whore Tyler refuses to give them 😂 Also expecting an invite to yours and Colton’s wedding just fyi 😉 I LOVE YOU AND I’M SENDING YOU AIR HUGS FROM NEW ZEALAND 💕
And finally, to every. single. one. of the incredible humans apart of @the-andersluts 💕 I love each and every one of you SO much and I’m so incredibly grateful that I get to talk to all of you all day, every day and know that we’re always there for one another 💕 You have all opened my eyes to so many different things going on in the world and in your own lives, and I can’t thank you enough for broadening my view on life and teaching me how to be a better human. You are all such incredibly talented, intelligent, courageous, strong, determined, loving, supportive and beautiful humans and, again, I love each and every one of you more than words can describe 💕 You have all seriously changed my life & can’t imagine it without you 💕
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As a prompt could Sid and Geno do a reality show
It’s a brand new reality/celebrity/travel/game show mashup where contestants are assigned into random pairs and are forced to learn and work together as a team over the course of 3 weeks while completing various tasks around the world, all while being filmed 24/7. All the contestants are celebrities of some sort and they’re each competing for a 3 million dollar prize to go to a charity of their choice.
Geno is the beloved captain of the two time Stanley Cup Champions Pittsburgh Penguins. He has smashed hockey records left and right and together with his close friend Alexander Ovechkin, led Russia to gold at the 2014 Sochi Winter Olympics. Sid first started out as a self-taught cooking channel on Youtube and endeared himself to the public with his earnest instructions and series on cooking with a tight budget and limited equipment. His dream was to go to culinary school and when his fans found out, they donated money to help with his tuition costs. Combined with his ad revenue and sponsorship deals, he’s able to attend and graduates at the top of his class from the International Culinary Centre. He now owns and runs a Michelin Star farm-to-table restaurant located in NYC
As a teaser, the show releases snippets of each celebrity’s audition tape to join the show. Some are the standard polite “Hi, my name is ___ and I’m signing up to raise money for ____.” staged puff pieces with stylish clothing, bright natural light, and minimalist sets. Some, usually younger indie celebrities, film their audition tapes while doing something extreme. One teenaged singer filmed himself shrieking his audition lines while bungee jumping.
But there are two that go viral. The first is of Evgeni Malkin laughing as he squirms on a barstool wearing a bright Pens jersey. “Why I need do this, you already bought me dinner yesterday and I say yes Ilya,” Geno says to someone off-camera. A muffled voice tells Geno exasperatedly to just do the intro, they need it for the show. Geno sighs dramatically and looks to the camera. “Hi, my name is Geno Malkin. I play a little hockey. My friend run this show and is very sad–” “Hey!” an outraged voice cuts in while sounds of laughter can be heard off-camera. “–very sad, so he beg and promise me fancy dinner if I join the team. This isn’t an audition Ilya if I’m guaranteed a spot! Fake!” Geno shouts, sticking his tongue out cheekily. He’s still laughing as he’s pelted with wadded up paper and the camera cuts off as a short dark haired man walks into the frame, “screw you Zhenya, this is my show and you will stop being a pest–” The second looks like a real tv show trailer - there are elegant shots of of New York City and the interior of a rustic restaurant along sharp crisp shots of cooking and food prep. Interspersed are candid clips of a smiling man. “My name is Sidney Crosby.” “I’m the owner-chef of Alexandre here in New York City.” “Supporting youth outreach programs and homeless youth shelters is very important to me.” The official audition tape ends with a shot of Sidney’s hand sliding a beautiful entree into frame but a clip is attached to end where a much more rumpled looking Sidney Crosby is in the kitchen and frowning at the camera as he wipes his hands with a dish towel. “I’m sorry, but I don’t remember signing up for a reality tv show. Are you sure you have the right person?” A hand holds out an ipad and he watches the tape shown earlier. “Wait, I remember this shot. And this one. Wait, where’s Tanger?” He twists around. “Tanger? TANGER. DID YOU SIGN ME UP FOR REALITY TV YOU *BEEP*” He looks over his shoulder apologetically. “Sorry, kitchens don’t really have clean language. KRISTOPHER.” The camera cuts to a new scene where a pretty man in chef whites and long shiny hair gives a very Gallic shrug. “I have a talent for editing along with cooking I suppose.” He smiles slyly. “You’re dying to get him on though aren’t you?”
Geno and Sid are paired up and awkwardly introduce themselves to each other. Sid hasn’t really followed any sports aside from his sister’s gymnastic meets since he quit hockey as a kid after having his leg broken twice by other vengeful kids in the local leagues. Geno doesn’t care or have much opinion on food aside that Russian food is best and steak is mandatory before games. He’s confused and wonders how on earth Sid runs a farm with a fully functioning restaurant in the middle of Manhattan until Sid explains what farm-to-table means. “I’m no clotheshorse like you but even I know Eurotrash is never in style and Jesus, he was wearing a shirt made up of 3 different shirts poorly stitched together,” Sid hisses into the phone to Tanger. “Does it make him or me look more like an ass when he can’t keep up with me during physical activities?” Geno muses to Sasha. “He’s a chef, I highly doubt he walks more than a couple kilometres a day.”
All the show pairings are a bit lopsided to be fair. Some pairs start off being overly polite and not wanting to step on any toes while some are instantaneously comfortable and ooze charisma. Some fail at everything spectacularly, aiming for comedic relief, and even a few agree to be the (comparatively mild) villains that all reality shows need for ratings. Sid and Geno start off as one of the polite teams until Geno forgets himself and screams “DRIVE FASTER SID, WHAT ARE YOU, BLIND GRANDPA? DON’T LET *BEEP* TONY AND ELEANOR BEAT US *BEEP*” while Sid first drives a Zamboni in the relay race. “WHO’S A SLOW *BEEP* NOW, YOU’RE PAID TO BE FAST. SOME *BEEP BEEP* HOME ADVANTAGE YOU’RE PROVING TO BE” Sid yells back when Geno tries to gun it on his turn. “I’m so happy you competitive too,” Geno says as afterwards when they’re the first and only team to make it onto a flight to Alaska. “I’m a chef, we’re all hypercompetitive control freaks.” Sid replies. The ice is broken from then on. “I’m impress with how much swear,” Geno comments as they’re setting up a tent in Costa Rica. “Have you never seen a cooking show?” Sid snorts. “We’re not PG at all. There’s a reason why studios don’t do live shows in real kitchens.” He looks directly into the camera and grins sunnily. “*Beep beep beep* and *beep beeeep* you *beeeeeeeep*” Geno looks at him with admiration. “Need to use that on team,” he declares.
Sid and Geno quickly become fan favourites. The show has some pacing issues and a few pairs never end up with any appealing chemistry but Sid and Geno make the show rocket to the top of viewership ratings and become meme lords on their own. “No Geno, don’t pet!” “But it’s cute!” becomes one of the show’s taglines. The internet delights in making memes and gifs of Geno cradling any kind of animal declaring “It’s cute so I pet!” while Sid facepalms to the side. Viewers comment online how much chemistry the two have and how adorable they are together. Fans lose their mind when Geno cries on camera when they get to meet real emperor penguins. “I’m sorry Ilya for make fun of you,” he sniffles as he carefully pets a patient penguin. “You best friend. Best.”
They unfortunately don’t win and exit the show as the third to last team. They lost their original 4 hour lead due to a freak storm that grounded all flights from their terminal. Fans are devastated and the producers try to cushion the blow by including an extra clip of Geno and Sid parting ways before returning to their regular lives. “Keep in touch, okay Sid? Have to come watch and cheer on Pens when we come crush Rangers at Madison Square Gardens.” Geno says seriously as he holds onto Sid’s shoulders. “I’ll feed you steak before your games,” Sid promises. They hug tightly and the episode ends there before they step apart.
WHERE ARE THEY NOW? Ask various prominent news outlets. Accounts are set up to track where Sid and Geno are spotted and whether or not they’re still in touch. Nothing seems to go on between the two of them although Geno puts out a press release after pledging 3 million dollars to support research at Children’s Hospital of UPMC and assisting families of sick children. When asked, he shrugs and answers “joined show to raise money for hospital. Didn’t win but I’m still hockey player. Pittsburgh always support me so I’m want to give back.” Sid is featured in New York Times when he does a feature on a new week-long limited menu that will be featured at Alexandre’s come November. “All profits will be donated and split between Big Brothers Big Sisters and local homeless youth shelters,” Sid states. “Although I didn’t win, I still want to donate and support youth in our city.” Fans are disappointed when it appears the “It’s Cute!” ship has sunk until a picture appears on Geno’s instagram account. Best Friends )))) is the caption under a shadowed picture of Geno and Sid grinning in Moscow. An investigative frenzy launches but it turns out that Geno did a late post and Sid is long gone from Russia. There’s a buzz night of the first Rangers/Pens game in New York and dedicated fans capture Evgeni Malkin stepping into Alexandre’s and getting the pre-game steak he was promised. He leads the Pens to a 5-1 victory while Sid watches by the glass, netting himself a natural hat trick along the way.
Two years later, Sid announces he’ll be opening a new restaurant, Sophia, in Pittsburgh. When asked, he responds that his restaurants are named after his sous-chef and business partner Kris Letang’s children. When further pressed, he smiles and says he has friends in Pittsburgh who made a convincing case for opening his new restaurant here. No official comments are made though Geno and the rest of the Pens are seen often frequenting Sophia and Sid can always be spotted at home games and Pens events. Nine months later, an eagle-eyed fan spots and tweets a picture of a silver band topped with a sizeable diamond glittering on Sid’s left hand as he cheers at Geno’s game winning overtime goal.
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sluttyhenley · 2 years
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i’ve once again been tagged (twice actually since I made this post) in the share a snippet of your wip whenever by @redbelles​ and i am still working on the Freaking Hockey Fic ™  but the good news is i’m finally in the editing stages so here’s a little bit of the last thing i wrote before i started editing
“Hey,” he says later, after dinner, when Christopher is passed out in the back seat of Eddie’s truck. “Thank you.”
“For making you spend time with my kid when you didn’t even know I had one until today?” Eddie asks, frowning at him.
“Your kid is cool,” Buck tells him, grinning. “Maybe even cooler than you.” He looks in the window. “Actually, I take that back. He’s definitely cooler than you.”
Eddie rolls his eyes. “Okay,” he says.
“Seriously, Eddie, I had fun,” Buck reassures him, because he did. “And your kid is really cool. And,” he rubs the back of his neck and pushes off the side of Eddie’s truck, “you’re a really good dad.”
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artificialqueens · 7 years
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welcome to the dollhouse pt. 3 - fryshook
Trixie enters the House of Malone.
AN: For a long time, I didn’t think I’d ever publish this fic, let alone make it to the end. But here we are. Please note the tws, have fun, and [insert third thing here].
Special thanks to dare for forcing me to engage in drama, chaos, confusion, and madness until I got my shit together and finished this damn thing.
Thank you for reading.
F. Shook
“Sir?
“…Sir?”
Trixie Mattel woke up on a plane with his hat pulled over his eyes and his shoulder wet with drool. He pushed the cap up off his face and blinked up at the flight attendant, who smiled, his perfect teeth a familiar beacon.
“Welcome home.”
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K: Are you back yet???
K: Wait - before you answer that; should we make an app? Apps are cool, right? Think about it and get back to me.
K: You are getting back to me, right?
K: Tracy?
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“How should we do this? Should we put on actual porn or something?”
Violet looked at Trixie like he was being an idiot, because, well. He was. The shiny shorts they’d made him stuff himself into weren't helping.
“You heard her,” they said. “We only get to watch if we’re jacking off to it. Otherwise we’re cheating, and that would make us really shitty friends, Trixie Mattel.” Trixie chewed the inside of his cheek and stared at Violet, whose gaze became narrower, somehow. “Is that going to be a problem?”
Trixie shrugged, looking away.
“I don’t think I can get hard,” he mumbled.
Violet stared at him.
“Come on,” they said. Trixie shrugged again, still not looking at them. Violet laughed. “Seriously? Jesus Christ. You want me to…?”
“Don’t touch me.” Violet held their hands up and swallowed another laugh. They relaxed and considered Trixie for a moment.
“Nothing?” They said. “Nothing, Tracy?” Trixie’s pokerface was impressive. This was the first time Violet had ever seen it, really; so steely and practiced - maybe he’d finally picked up some tricks out in California. “‘Cause I swear I saw a little something going on earlier.”
“Right,” Trixie said, monotone. “Because you were, as usual, staring at my dick.” Violet rolled their eyes and huffed.
“You idiot. You’re supposed to say, ‘I’ll show you a little something.’ And then, fuckin, whip it out. Gawd, Tracy. What kind of comedy queen are you?”
Trixie scoffed.
“Oh, I’m sorry? I didn’t realize I was taking a fucking improv 101 with Violet Chachki.”
“Well, you better get into it, girl.” Violet set up the phone camera to frame them both on the couch. “Because those straight nerds aren’t gonna be able to edit in a boner for you.”
“That’s actually not a bad idea…” Violet shot him a look. Trixie shrugged. “They ship us.”
“Sit down, Mattel. Sit.” Violet placed a hand on Trixie’s shoulder, shoving him down onto the couch with surprising strength, “down. I’m not worried about your boner. Here’s the deal,” Violet adjusted Trixie’s hat, making sure he was looking them in the eye, “it’s all about the fantasy. Your name is–”
“Chase,” Trixie cut in, grabbing Violet’s hand. “My name is Chase.”
“Malone,” Violet corrected him, slapping his hand away. “Your name is Chase Malone.”
They stared at each other for a moment until Violet blinked and cleared their throat, adding: “Firkus, do you seriously expect me to buy this bullshit that you’ve never even had a fucking wet dream about her?”
Trixie snorted, shaking his head at the other queen. “I’m not–!” he started, stopped. “I never said–”
“So you have.” Trixie looked up into Violet’s dark eyes. He shrugged. The intensity of Violet’s stare was beginning to burn a hole through him. “And?”
Trixie groaned and collapsed against the back of the couch. He kept his eyes trained on the ceiling. 
“We were driving home from the courthouse…”
“Courthouse?”
“…and Katya was wearing that stupid fucking plaid shirt, and I was… upset. We’d just got married and he’s dressed like we’re going to fucking Target. But we get to the house, and he picks me up, kicks the door in…”
“…And then kicks your backdoor in,” Violet finished with a nod, all signs of amusement replaced by disgust, and perhaps - but Trixie didn’t want to give them too much credit - a small amount of pity.
“I can’t come unless there’s a ring on my finger,” Trixie said. “You know that.”
“Ignorant,” Violet bit back a laugh as they considered the pathetic man sitting across from them. “Disgusting. Do you marry everyone in your fantasies, or just that whore?”
Trixie was quiet for a moment.
“Well,“ he began, “there was James Marsden…and Kyle, and then my brother’s friend, Jack…”
“Oh my god,” Violet muttered. “I’m depressed now.”
“Thanks,” Trixie said, nodding his head, “Thank you so much, Violet, wonderful, this is really, you know, really helping me get this boner going–”
“Don’t,” Violet snapped, holding their hand up, “worry about your boner. Don’t even bring it up. DON’T,” and they managed to keep a straight face opposite Trixie's delighted grin, but only just barely, “remark on how accidentally funny what I just said was.”
“I did feel a stir,” Trixie said.
“I know you did, you fucking bumpkin,” and maybe it was the wordplay, or maybe it was the nostalgic exasperation in Violet’s voice, but Trixie did feel something strange trickle into the depths of his gut. “But that is not the kind of film I am - the kind of film we are - making today. You,” they slapped his hat back onto his head, “are my step-brother.”
“Uh huh,” Trixie nodded dumbly, adjusting the cap.
“And you’ve just come home from fuckin’…hockey practice, or some shit.”
“Okay.”
“And you want to watch TV, but I have the remote. Frankie is catching up on Project Runway.”
“But I want to watch the game, you bitch.”
Violet nodded solemnly. “Yes,” they said. “You do. But here’s the thing, Chase. I’m sick of not getting along. My dad’s been riding my ass about the way we bicker. It stresses your mom out, which stresses him out, yadda yadda. So I offer a compromise.”
“And what’s that.”
“Let’s just watch something we can both enjoy…”
“Yeah?”
“…Porn.”
Trixie snorted, shaking his head at Violet.
“You,” he said, wagging a finger at them, “do not get nearly enough credit for being a freak genius, Violet Chachki.”
“Tell me something I don’t know, bitch.” But Violet was smiling like–
Trixie swallowed and thought of the way Violet had smiled at him behind her curtain in the workroom after that first week.
You can’t hate me forever, Trixie Mattel. You won’t be here long enough.
“Tracy.”
Violet’s grin had faded, impatience pursing their lips.
“Let me tell you a story.”
Trixie blinked up at Violet and nodded. They cleared their throat and sat down next to him.
“When I was a kid, my parents took us to the coast. It was fine, kind’ve boring. I wanted to see a lighthouse. My mom had these lighthouse pictures, paintings, whatever, in our house my entire life, and I’d never seen one up close. So I kept asking, you know: where’s the lighthouse? And my dad just said: we don’t got those.”
“This is your dream? Sexy.” Violet shot Trixie a look.
“No, bitch. This is real life. So fast-forward a few years. I’m doing some gigs up North–”
“What coast is this, by the way?”
Violet stared at Trixie. “Does it fucking matter?”
“It would help flesh the story out, yeah.”
“You’re annoying me. I’m in fucking New England, okay? I’m doing a gig in New England. The gig goes well, of course. I meet this guy after. It’s late - probably 1:00am or so, and I just… I just want to get fucked, you know?”
“Sure,” Trixie nodded, “sure.”
“But this guy - he’s actually kinda sweet, which, I’m not gonna lie…is a turn-off. But I kept thinking about his dickpic, and figured, whatever. I’ll humor him.”
“Uh huh.”
“So this guy, he goes: I want to show you something.”
“Don’t tell me he took you to a goddamn lighthouse, Violet. I don’t think I could handle the romance and poetry.” Violet flashed him a tight smile, prompting Trixie to continue: “And you sucked his dick to the soothing sounds of crashing ocean waves under the pale moonlight?”
“No…” Trixie watched as Violet’s eyes drifted. “No. I didn’t. It was cool, I guess. But it was kinda like…‘oh. I guess that’s it.’ I don’t know. I kept thinking: this is something I’ve always wanted to experience–” Violet paused, rolling their eyes, “–and I felt like… everything was off. I’m here with some fucking grindr hook-up with an okay dick. This isn’t the scene I’d imagined for myself, you know? So I made him take me back to my hotel and drop me off.”
Trixie shifted a little, suddenly anxious.
“So who’s dick did you suck?”
“Nobodies. I went to up my room alone and jacked-off thinking about how this idiot from Boston was supposed to come to my show, take me out to a stupid fucking lighthouse afterwards, and fuck my goddamned brains out.” Trixie’s smile faded. Violet met his gaze, continuing: “Or, fuck that, take me to a fuckin, hotel room with a picture of a fucking lighthouse, and fuck my fucking brains out under it.” Violet paused again, their tongue darting out to wet their dry lips. “But she was busy, I guess,” they continued, monotone. “She got caught up in… something. I couldn’t tell you with what. I mean, I probably could, but you know her as well as I do.”
“Better,” Trixie shot back, eyes glued to Violet’s as he tried to comprehend everything they had just said. Violet smirked a little.
“I guess I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up,” they muttered. “But I was mostly just annoyed with how fucking boring my back-up plan was.” Violet sighed. “I’m too hot for this kind of bullshit.”
“You and Katya had a date…” Trixie muttered, “…and she stood you up.”
Violet pursed her lips, thinking.
“‘Date’ is pushing it.” She looked away from Trixie’s wide and mystified gaze, thinking. “I don’t know. What do you call it,” Violet paused to tap a finger thoughtfully against their lips, “when someone you haven’t seen or spoken to in months calls you at four in the morning with her dick in her hand?” They smirked as Trixie’s mouth hung open, pitching their voice a little lower in a crude imitation of the Bostonian queen: “I can’t wait to see you, you rotted cunt. And I do mean rotted.”
Trixie twitched.
“She told you that?”
“She didn’t have to.” Violet nodded to Trixie’s crotch. “So, what do you think? You good to go over there?”
Trixie blinked, reaching over to cover the sudden tent in his shorts.
“You’re like–” Trixie shook his head, staring at his smug companion, “you’re like a… witch.”
“I am,” Violet said, turning around to hit the record button on the phone. “Now let’s get this fucking thing over with.”
*
At a certain point, they were jerking off in sync. Trixie cast a furtive glance toward his former rival, admiring the grace with which they stroked their (frankly, ridiculous) cock, and wondered if they were doing the same, if they took notice of the way his newly-toned bicep popped.
Trixie forced himself to stop worrying about Violet and turned his attention back to Katya on the screen as he jerked mindlessly, listening to Violet huff and mewl next to him; were they trying to make him laugh? Like Katya, the line between irony and earnest oddness blurred too often with Violet for Trixie to keep track of whichever side he was on. He risked another glance at the other queen only to find them staring back at him, their breath coming hard, the muscles in their chest working as the lagoon pools of their eyes swallowed him whole.
“Hey,” Violet said, and the quiet rasp of their voice nearly blinded him for a moment, “you want me to suck you off?”
What? He tried to say, but couldn’t; he’d forgotten how to speak, and Violet - an expert, now, at handling the speechless - leaned in and, using their free hand, pulled Trixie to them.
They kissed like that for minutes, Trixie’s preoccupied hand slowing, slowing, slowing, until he finally gave it new purpose, pulling Violet on top of him.
Violet pulled away to looked down at him. They kissed him again, sweet and quick this time, and sank down to the floor.
They rested a cheek against Trixie’s thigh and said: “What if Dad comes home and catches us…”
Trixie’s eyes darted between Violet and the camera.
He said: “Are you afraid he’ll be jealous?”
Violet replied: “He should be,” and took Trixie’s cock into their mouth.
Trixie gasped and dug his fingers into Violet’s hair.
“Oh my GOD, Vi–” they scraped their teeth over his cock, and Trixie choked, correcting himself, “F–f–frankie,” he said. Violet watched as he threw his head back against the couch, his hat popping off and falling to the floor.
He didn’t last long. Trixie came with a gasp, the fingers in Violet’s hair releasing their grip to trail away, grazing their cheeks as Violet swallowed and wiped their mouth. She patted Trixie’s sweaty thigh and stood up. Trixie blearily watched their erection bob as they padded over to the phone.
Violet leaned in until their face took up the entire screen, said: “The end,” and stopped the recording.
Trixie, finally back on earth, frowned.
“What are you – why did you stop it? You haven’t even come yet.”
“What?” Violet stopped fiddling with the iPhone to glance over at him. Trixie nodded at their hard-on. Violet scoffed. “Wow, you really are a big old lesbian, huh, Tracy?”
Trixie’s mouth hung open as he stared at them. “You just fucking blew me.”
“You’re welcome. Oh, don’t look at me like that. If Katya wants to see me come, again, she can send me a tape. Load for a load, Trix. It’s only fair.”
Trixie stared at them for a moment before finally getting up. He reached for Violet’s hand.
“Violet.”
Violet held Trixie’s gaze for a moment, their eyes unreadable. They squeezed his hand before sliding out of his grip.
“Put some pants on,” they said. “You gotta get to the airport.”
Trixie watched as Violet disappeared down the hall. He listened to their door shut and bent over to pickup up his hat. He slapped it back onto his head, caught his reflection in the now blank black screen of the television - a grown man in glittery shorts and a baseball cap - and sighed.
In the hall, Trixie paused in front of Violet’s room. He hesitated before he finally leaned against the door, his ear pressed against the wood.
He heard: nothing. No muttering, no rustling, no strange mewls.
Trixie moved on, shutting his own door behind him as he began to change back into his clothes, trying not to think about the fact that he had, once again, played into Violet’s plans. Whatever the hell those were.
* *
In Los Angeles, Trixie sat on his bed, flicked his hat off, and took a moment.
The last things he remembered clearly were: his hand, grasping the back of Violet’s head as it had mere hours prior, and the mortifying hitch in his voice as he held them close and said:
Thank you for–
How Violet’s smile felt against his shoulder before they interrupted him:
Go home, idiot.
That was how Violet left him at the airport, jacket pulled tight around their slim frame as they walked out the doors without a second look back as the escalator took Trixie up and out of sight.
Trixie sat up on his bed and took a calming breath. A cooling breath? He never kept the terms straight. Was it important?
Trixie… breathed. In, out.
His phone buzzed next to him on the bed.
K: Can you at least let me in?
K: There’s coyotes out here, Trix.
*
He opened the door and Katya said, “You should’ve never let me add you on Find My Fags. I always know where you are, especially when you’re avoiding me.”
“I’m not avoiding you,” Trixie stood aside so Katya could walk in, rolling his eyes when he realized he was waiting for a hug like a fucking vampire waiting for his invitation. Trixie pulled Katya to him and breathed in the smokey evening that clung to him, kicking the door closed. “I’m fucking exhausted, girl.”
Katya rubbed his back and chuckled, pulling away just enough to get a good look at him.
His voice was gentle when he said, “You look like shit, mama. But a good shit. Healthy shit. The first real shit after two-to-three days of painful constipation, I swear to God.”
Trixie laughed, rolling his eyes. He swung an arm around Katya’s shoulders and brought him in for another hug.
“Did you…” Trixie trailed off, unsure of how to ask the question. He pulled away, looking Katya in the eye. “Did you get… it?”
Katya held his gaze for a while before nodding.
“I did,” he said, his hand still firm on Trixie’s back. “I didn’t watch it, though.”
Trixie wet his lips. The place where Katya’s hand rested on his back began to burn.
“Why not?”
Katya squinted up at him, brows furrowed.
“I was waiting for you, Tracy.”
Trixie watched Katya’s face soften as he grinned, and thought, briefly, of lighthouses.
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