Six years feels like such a long time, but also, these six years have flown by. Thank you again to all the writers, readers, betas, artists, kudos-ers, commenters, reccers, rebloggers, and anyone else I forgot who keeps this amazing community of 1D fics going.
Here are all the recs from the past year:
Long Fics (150k+)
Object Insertion
Multiple Proposals
Red String of Fate
Car Sex
Eroda
Chicago
In Vino Veritas
Dark Fics
Mind Readers
Gym Fics
Cupid
Deserts
Nurse AUs
Tattoo Artist Louis
Sugar Baby Harry
69
Clone-a-Willy
And all the yearly roundups:
YEAR ONE
YEAR TWO
YEAR THREE
YEAR FOUR
YEAR FIVE
Also, a reminder, that the ask box is always open, so if you have any requests, I have an ongoing list of rec ideas that I try to keep top of mind as I read. No promises that it'll get done quickly, but I will try if you put in a request.
Thank you again for following and reblogging these recs over the past six years!
One of the most underrated scenes in Penwigen’s Marauders series is when they are being taught DADA by Voldemort in disguise and he’s just continuously being shit on by a bunch of sixteen year olds.
I'm reading about how Israel, in the immediate aftermath of the 1948 Nakba, deliberately replaced olive trees and other indigenous flora with European plants. This ecological disaster, which is now proudly hailed under the banner of 'making the desert bloom,' was done to 'de-Arabize' the landscape, and to cover up - often with fast-growing European pine trees -the ruins of Palestinian villages that were destroyed by Zionists forces.
And I just need everyone to read this passage from Pappé, because the symbolism of what happened to those European pine trees in the desert speaks for itself:
The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine, by Ilan Pappé (2006, p. 227-228.)
my mom loves to lie and like she always swears she was NEVER homophobic or anything to me as a child “i even have a gay work friend” but a really funny memory resurfaced recently where i asked if i could use birthday money i had to buy a rainbow flag when i was like ??? 7?? because i LOVED rainbows. and she said no that means something Evil and god will hate you . so what did i do. but ask my grandmom for a rainbow sweater for christmas and proceed to only wear that sweater for three years when it got cold because i didnt like the idea that god hated colors and i wanted to challenge him
okay tumblr’s exclusion from the twitter social media ban list is hilarious but genuinely we do not belong on there. if a real human person asks “where can i find you on social media” and your choice is a swift death or revealing your tumblr, most of us would simply expire. half of y’all change urls every week like you’re in witness protection. just imagine for one second attaching your wholeass government name to your latest two am clownposting and tell me that didn’t send a cold chill down your spine. the only place i ever want to see the words “connect with me on tumblr!” is on the ao3 profile of an author i’m actively stalking. anyone in the world can follow me except anyone i personally know. antisocial media.
The more I think about the last minutes the more I’m sure Crowley was saying goodbye from the minute Aziraphale told him he’d said yes to Heaven. He doesn’t confess his love like he’s hopeful, he confesses it like a eulogy. He doesn’t kiss him to make a beginning, he kisses him to seal the end. He watches him go like it’s the last time.
Crowley knows Heaven. He knows they’ll want to either make Aziraphale just like them, or destroy him. Either way I think he believes he’s seen his angel for the last time.
"I can't breathe." He rasped, pushing away from his friends. He'd began to sweat and felt like the castle would collapse, all on top of him.
"I have got to get out." He snapped, stalking away, to the nearest door to the school grounds.
Sick of people treating any sort of overlap between lesbian and bi women's communities as a thing of the past. If you are a bi woman who dates women you are going to end up in "lesbian spaces", "lesbian culture" is often going to be your culture, and "lesbian issues" are often going to be your issues. Bi women should not be expected to just like. shut up and let the REAL Sapphics(tm) take the reins in every single conversation ever, especially not in conversations where a bi woman's perspective is noticeably lacking. Despite it all this is still My Community and thus I am going to be affected by its issues. Lol
Hermione let out a soft gasp as the book thudded heavily against the table, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as her fingertips twitched. It had been expected, of course, but she absolutely hated it when he did things like that and it still made her jump all the same.
At least slamming a book onto a table was better than throwing anything breakable. Her eyes opened only a second after the noise faded, looking over to her best friend and wondering what she might say or do that wouldn't set him off even further.
As the silence stretched on awkwardly between them, Hermione felt a distinct knot of guilt twist inside of her. She couldn't possibly comfort Harry by telling him that Draco's injuries weren't his fault, as it wouldn't be believable--- she didn't believe that herself. He'd taken a foolish risk and he'd nearly killed someone as a result. She should be furious, but... looking at him in the firelight and seeing the paleness of his face and the haunted look in his eyes... all she could feel was sad.
A heavy sigh escaped when he asked what he should do about it, already having the foresight enough to know what would happen if she answered honestly. She wanted to tell him to go turn the book in and confess everything to Dumbledore, but she knew that he would never listen. Looking around the Common Room to ensure they were alone, Hermione moved to sit next to Harry instead so that she might speak a bit more freely beneath the crackling of the fire.
"You know what you need to do, Harry," she said firmly. "I was prepared to let it go before you went into the Room of Requirement last night after hours to get the book back. It's dangerous, Harry. Please, just--- turn the book in to Dumbledore. Confess. He can help you---"
thinking about how, as a child, kaz’s favorite trick seemed to be watching something disappear, and then he grew up and fell in love with a girl who could vanish into thin air, and how we’re told that when he looks at inej, he feels like a boy again and believes that there’s still magic in the world. imagine loving magic all your life, and then discovering that magic loved you too.
The grandfather, who is also blind as a result of severe diabetes, feels isolated despite having his family around him.
"If an air strike targets the house or the neighbourhood, I cannot move, not even using the wheelchair. I am completely paralysed, I cannot see and I can barely hear and move my arms. What has helped me is that we evacuated by car when the situation was less dangerous," Abujubein told MEE. . . .
"What did the world that has long talked about human rights and the rights of people with disabilities do for us? My granddaughter has a subject about human rights in school. The first time they learned about people with disabilities, she was happy that she could reflect on me," Abu Jubein laughed.
"She came to me repeating what she had learned about their rights and how they should be given a special treatment."
"Now where is this special treatment? Did the world at least call for the evacuation of the displaced from Gaza until the end if the attacks?"
"Even hospitals are targeted. When the Israeli occupation started bombing hospitals and then besieged al-Shifa Hospital, we thought that this would be the start of an international revolution against the occupation, because the protection of patients and children inside hospitals is the core value of human rights."
"But, surprisingly, nothing happened."