Idk how to explain it (English isn't my first language so I'm a bit shitty at this) but how about a fic rec with beautifully written fics? The ones that when you read them it feels like reading poetry (for me: the solar flare fic, the 70s au, another hazy may, y&b...)
Fics Written With Beautiful Technique
Adore You :Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really do. Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that.
Here In The Afterglow :1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.
Love Is A Rebellious Bird : AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.
Where Your Heart Is : Louis is ready for his brand new adventure. So what if he suffers from a genetic condition that prevents him from being touched? College is going to be awesome. It has to. Karma kind of owes him right now. Forget about his overprotective mother, or Liam– his entirely too chipper step brother– or his mess of a roommate. Forget about the gloves he has to wear at all times. He’s here to expand his knowledge, write and drown himself in books – No matter how distracting ‘Hallway Boy’ may be– The obnoxious, flirty frat wannabe determined to become the bane of Louis’ existence.
Gods & Monsters : The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that’s exactly what he did.
These Bountiful Silences : They live in a world where they can only say four words per day. harry meets some people that don’t want to live that way.
Never Be :
The one where Harry Styles moves to Connecticut from England for nine months as a part of a study abroad program, and he just so happens to move in with Louis Tomlinson and family.
[TRANS] 170223 DEAN (Singer-songwriter and producer) KKT with Taehyung (Instagram Story)
(Yellow Text) We’re good friends. Peace. [Note: This was on Feb. 17th, the day DEAN dropped his two song single album ‘limbo.’ When Taehyung says ‘I really like it’ he’s probably talking about DEAN’s new songs.]
I love how tentatively Viktor approached Yuuri during the Sochi banquet. Look at how many shots it took for this boy to get to Yuuri.
I find this to be especially precious given how Viktor already got rejected by Yuuri earlier that evening.
For all of his being a celebrity, Viktor does not strike me as the kind of person who can easily brush off another person’s dislike of him. Hell, he made a career out of pleasing everyone, and while I don’t think he would cry over another person’s opinion of him, neither does he seem like someone who could just easily dismiss it or not be hurt. I mean look at this face:
His reservations about approaching the fascinating Japanese boy were therefore perfectly understandable. We can even clearly see that he kept his distance for a bit at first.
But like a moth to a flame,
this precious boy
can’t seem to help himself.
And for a while it doesn’t seem like Yuuri even noticed him there?
Wymack didn’t care if he had nine Foxes or twenty-five. He’d stand behind them until the bitter, bloody end.
“Last I checked Andrew doesn’t like you,” Wymack said.
“He still doesn’t,” Neil said, but he didn’t bother to explain.
“Abby wrote me a speech to give you this afternoon. It sounded nice, had lots of stuff about courage and loss and coming together in everyone’s time of need. I tore it up and tossed it in the trash can beside my desk.”
Wymack cleared his throat and scratched a hand through his short hair. “Look. Shit happened. Shit’s going to keep happening. You don’t need me to tell you life isn’t fair. You’re here because you know it isn’t.”
“I want you on the court in light gear in five minutes or I’ll sign you all up for a marathon.”
“I don’t pay for electricity in this place so you can stand around and gossip.”
“Andrew Joseph Minyard, what the flying fuck have you done this time?”
“Answers now, Aaron,” Wymack said.
“I don’t know,” Aaron said.
“My ass you don’t.”
They were all on time, but Wymack and Abby were conspicuously absent.”
“Get your gear and get out of my locker room.”
He looked the other way because he knew how badly some of them needed their escapes to survive.
It was apparently better to be uncomfortable but safe than to trust a stranger with his fractured team.
“Last I checked this was a team meeting, not a gossip circle.”
“If any of you so much as look at the Terrapins on your way past their benches I’ll let you walk home from here.”
“Some people are just hardwired to be stupid.”
Neil had never seen Wymack smile like this. It was small but fierce, as angry as it was proud.
“Why did you pay for stalls, Coach?”
Wymack lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Maybe I knew you’d need them one day.”
Nicky pulled the window down to yell insults, but Wymack threatened him into silence.
Wymack pulled a bottle of vodka out of the bag and put it down beside Kevin. “You have ten seconds to inhale as much of this as you can. I’m timing you. Go.”
Wymack turned on Neil. “Did you or did you not tell me you weren’t going to start a fight?”
“What can I do?” Wymack asked.
…”I don’t know,” Neil said.
“When you know, tell me.”
“Go forth,” Wymack told his Foxes. “Have fun. Or don’t. I don’t care. Just no more fighting, you got me?”
“Andrew spent that night here with me. At first I figured he was mad at Kevin for lying to him, but he was more worked up about you.”
“I didn’t ask for an apology, wiseass.”
Wymack stared at him for an endless minute, then said too quietly, “The fuck did you just say to me?”
“He chose to cross a line. You didn’t. You hear me? You didn’t. Don’t ever blame yourself for Seth’s death.”
Wymack kept Neil away from the microphone, not trusting Neil to behave himself.
“Five points or twenty-six miles. Do the math and decide which one makes you happier.”
“Let’s do this,” he said. “The sooner we kill these bastards, the sooner we can get roaring drunk at Abby’s place. I spent all damned morning stocking her fridge.”
“I have a cleaning crew coming in tomorrow to wash the Raven stench off our court. Let’s get the hell out of here and get wasted.”
“Neil,” Wymack said. “Between you and me, I don’t think you’ve ever been fine.”
“Nicky tried to hug Andrew and almost got himself staked with a kitchen knife.”
“Speaking of unpredictable assholes, when did that happen?”
“When did what?” Neil asked.
Wymack eyed him. “Forget it.”
“Figure out what you two need to cope with this, and let us know.”
“I want one lap for every time you’ve ever said the NCAA’s never had your back.”
“Oh, Jesus,” Nicky said. “We’ll be running all day.”
“Better get started, then,” Wymack said. “Move out, maggots.”
“Be here at six o’clock tomorrow morning,” Wymack said. “We’ve got a game to win Friday.”
[Nicky]: “I can’t understand you. That’s not fair.”
“Think about that the next time you use German at my practices,” Wymack said.
Wymack came out of nowhere and hauled Neil off Riko like he weighed nothing at all.
Wymack answered on the fourth ring. “You have a good reason to be bothering me on a holiday?”
“He sounds like Neil,” Wymack said, “but he doesn’t look like him. I’ll take your explanation from the top and without a side order of bullshit, thanks.”
He stopped fighting to get free; the hands that had been trying to wrench Wymack’s arms off him now held on for dear life.
“Can I let go of you and trust you to behave, or are you going to try and cut your face off again?”
Wymack didn’t say anything about the scars… He just checked Neil over with a clinical eye and poked at every line of stitches for weaknesses.
“He gave me a contract but I wouldn’t sign it. He couldn’t make me sign it. This doesn’t mean anything. I’m still a Fox.”
“Of course you are,” Wymack said.
and of course, mine and everyone else’s personal favorite:
“Chanwoo will take a picture if the members are drowning. Actually, we went to the sea to swim before and I fell into a deep part and was struggling. At that time when Chanwoo saw me, he started taking pictures.” - Junhoe