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Lance Headcanon
  • lance takes anti-depressants and when they leave earth he doesn’t have the time to pack them
  • this doesn’t bother him too much at first but eventually it starts getting really bad
  • he thinks about asking allura and coran if they have any alien tech to recreate prescriptions but before he can act on anything he convinces himself that if he did they’d think less of him, be unable to, or he’d just be causing a burden (because we can’t have depressed lance without good-old anxiety filled lance now can we?)
  • this leads to a self destructive cycle that lasts a good while
  • his smile and personality that he keeps up become heavy and hard to maintain
  • he slowly stops eating and leaving his room except for missions
  • everyone gets very worried and try very hard to get him to open up or at least eat something
  • he comes out of his room one morning wearing pajamas that haven’t been washed in 3 weeks and with his hair unkempt and his face droopy
  • he eats about the equivalent of one space bagel before puking guts and dry-heaving in a grand display of deteriorating health and then promptly leaving
  • the next day when he comes out of his room for water he is meet with a blockade of voltron team/family preventing him from entering his room
  • they confront him in a comforting (but also mad and scared with a few) way
  • they get him to spill the beans about what started this and are sure there is some way to get him medication and that he should talk to them immediately if he has any problems
  • they find out later that he was genuinely considering suicide as an option and was near making a final decision before they confronted him

disclaimer: i do not take medication so if any of this sounds inaccurate, or if you just have something to add, be sure to reblog or say something on the post

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Seems like I’m doing more with this AU

  • There was a rumor going around for 3 years that Victor finally moved over to the dream world because he seemed to spend even more time protecting other people dreams

  • People who still have a life outside, only jump over to the dream world when they’re sleeping
     
  • They usually can’t fight then though that’s why they have to leave their bodies behind to literally dedicate their life to the dream world

  • You could also say that they die

Neighbour AU

There are three certainties in life: death, taxes, and Laurent’s neighbours having a loud argument every weekend. Laurent does not pay an exorbitant amount of rent just so that he can be woken up at three in the morning every Saturday because Jokaste is angry at Damen again. It’s bad enough that he knows their names without having ever introduced himself.

And of course, the fights are always followed by even louder make-up sex, as if he needs a weekly reminder that he himself isn’t getting any.

Tonight, it seems, Damen has been locked out of his apartment.

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Skinny Love | Jungkook | PT. 1

Originally posted by sugutie

Summary: You and Jungkook have been friends for a long time, probably so long that you can even consider one another best friends. You can spot each other in any crowd just by the bond you share, and you communicate sometimes in your own language. But you weren’t content with being ‘just friends’. You wanted more, but what itched at you was the question of if he felt the same.

Potential Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Female)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Future Smut, Mature Content—cursing, drinking and obviously sex. College!AU

There will be four(?) parts to this. Enjoy part one and please don’t forget to vote and give me feedback. 

-Tee

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04


S A T U R D A Y

You can recall the many times you had the opportunity to tell Jungkook how you felt. There was the time during the twelfth grade trip when you both were sitting next to one another on the bus ride home, he made a blanket for you with his sweater and told you to lean on his shoulder as he attempted to sing you to sleep. He looked like an angel that night, you were both close to the point where you could have whispered to him that you liked him and kissed him.

There was that time when you carried him home when he got wasted for the first time, which he never did again, and he was so out of it you could have confessed to him without actually confessing. He was so drunk that he wouldn’t even remember it the next day, it would save you the embarrassment but the sadness would still be hanging over you.

The memories of all the times he had asked you who you liked came back to you. You really could have pointed to him, looked him in the eye and said, “you. I like you Jungkook.” But life isn’t always like they say in the movies to make things speed up, things like this took time, even four years or so worth of it.

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KLANCE FIC REC LIST #1/?

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I know I never make original content but here we have it, a fic rec list from yours truely! I’ll say the rating and give the discription, and my opinion as well. Always check tags before reading! BTW these are not in order at all!!

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Every Colour You See

“Lance always wanted to be an artist. But after a car accident, he’s left with a rare disorder called monochromacy; making him unable to see any colour.
Keith is a rebellious foster kid with a photographic memory and a passion for drawing, making safe places in his art, pieced together through photos in his mind…”

Rating: Teen and Up, 13 Ch; 39K words, Ongoing TW: violence, panic attacks, car accidents, PTSD, check tags on work before reading.

My opinion: From whats there so far, it’s full of support for each other and full of equal panic and angst so read carefully.

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Not That Bad

“…College AU featuring coffee shops, silly rivalries, motorcycles, arcade games, friendships, and lots of warm, fluffy feelings that are both confusing and delightful all at the same time.”

Rating: Mature, 12 Ch; 68K words, complete TW: anxiety attacks

My Opinion: This whole work is amazing, it’s well written and it had motercycle Keith who doesn’t want that. Keith is shy, unrelated to Voltron, but the author made it work very well!

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On Thin Ice

“…This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to “work on his footwork”. There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater.” 

Rating: Mature, 9 (long) Ch; 150K words, Ongoing TW: anxiety attacks, SLOWBURN

My Opinion: I can not get enough of this fic, it has me waiting for the next update with antcipation at all times of the day, do not read if you care about social life. It’s so well written that lance feels tangible tbh. You get sassy interactions and a deep backstory that’s been yet to be released, although I have some ideas…

ALSO: Please go check out @soottea and @wardenalistair the former being an offical artist and co auther to the later, they are amazing and answer questions and are just generally lovely people! you can look through the tag OTI on my tumblr for some art!

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Never Saw You Coming

“Three months in space on his own would have been fine. Three months in space with Lance McClain is a whole other fucking story.”

Rating: Mature, 1 (long) Ch; 47K words, Complete TW: anxiety attacks, Mental Torture, Slurs 

My Opinion: This fic was super sharp and harsh on Keith’s side of things, and it stays constant as you read through up until the very (very) end where everything falls into place and it all becomes soft. I love klance *swoons*

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What are you willing to do?

“They fuck in the Red Lion.”

Rating: Mature, 1 Ch;4K words, Complete 

My Opinion: It’s the discription tbh nothing aside from it, read the tags :*

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Don’t Break Connection, Baby

“Keith works part-time as a phone sex operator and receives a prank call from Lance. This does not go as planned for Lance. Thus begins the adventure of our dear sweet goofball continuing to call Keith to fuck with him (but not like fuck fuck with him…at least not yet)…”

Rating: Mature, 10 Ch; 38K words, Complete no major warnings but read the tags

My Opinion: This is so good, it has more plot than I expected and it’s actually super sweet. Keith does the hair thing and Lance falls for it as much as I do.

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Dirty Laundry

“Lance makes the mistake of telling his Mom he has a boyfriend coming home with him for Christmas. Keith makes the mistake of agreeing to be Lance’s ‘fake boyfriend’.” 

Rating: Mature, 9 Ch; 85K words TW: Homophobic slurs, Anxiety, Violence 

My Opinion: SO GOOD, it moves at the perfect pace and you can watch them fall in love from miles away. It is amazing and theres so many times where it hurts to continue reading but you do anyway~

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call me, beep me

“(00:31) Do you think she gave me the wrong number on purpose?
(00:31) Or was it a genuine mistake?
(00:32) Like maybe she writes funny and I misread it?
(00:32) Some of the numbers do look a little dodgy…
(00:33) Cause, you know, her threes could very easily be poorly formed eights? And maybe she writes her sevens like her ones?
(00:45) What
(00:46) The
(00:46) Fuck???
(00:47) Oh good, you are awake! “

Rating: General Audience, 10 Ch; 85K words 

My opinion: UgH this is so sweet and I am in love, they’re all in college I think and pidge and hunk are the best wingmen. 

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I bet you look good on the dancefloor

“So like in ‘Step Up’?”


Allura shrugs. “Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it’s just like in ‘Step Up’.”


The smile that she sends Shiro’s way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance

still

doesn’t believe in dance camps”

Rating: Teen and Up, 7 Ch; 43K words TW: Shiro is shot, but he lives, 

My opinion: The dance fic everyone needs, and meme lance, pidge, hunk group.

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This is it for now, but I can assure you I’ll be back!! please message me about literally any of these fics, I love to discuss <3

Hope

Maybe things aren’t as bad as they seem

Thoughts are nothing but mere dreams

No reflection of who I truly am inside

I ought to find my heart and in it confide


Thoughts will leave me blind to the heart

This is what seems to always tear it apart

Confidence can wear thin from within

But on the sleeve a new life can begin

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Its okay to wear your heart on your sleeve. Tonight has showed me, through awesome followers, that my mind doesn’t always resonate with my heart. My heart says to live on and be the best that I can be. My anxiety often tells me to give up but I shouldn’t. I have so much love to give and I’m not done giving yet.


-cc

Mr. Kim Namjoon - (M)

Genre; S m u t 

Length; 1,500+ words

Kink(s); exhibitionism, slight Daddy kink 

Au; Ceo!Au

Originally posted by ksjknj

There was so much paperwork sprawled out on your desk now, you tried to work.. you really did, but you couldn’t concentrate, not with him practically piercing your soul with his deadly stare. 
Why did you have to be alone with him? Why did he choose you out of all your coworkers? 

“Y/n..” Mr. Kim, your boss, smoothly called over to you.
Motioning you over with his long fingers the instant you gave him your attention. “Come over here for a moment..”

Immediately, the tone his already deep voice had you melting- there was just something about him that made you weak in the knees.
“Ahh.. Yes- Yes, Sir..” You timidly stuttered in reply, causing him to chuckle slightly as you rose from your seat.

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Kiss Me Not -Part 17-

Find Part One Here!

tags: drarry, hogwarts eighth year, soulmates au

There will be two parts this week!


That night Harry lay on his bed, watching the maurders map and Draco’s dot as he went from the Slytherin common room, where he spent nearly an hour with Pansy and Blaise, to his room where he spent nearly another hour before getting up and moving around like he was going to go out, around midnight.

Harry hopped off his bed and pulled on his thicker robes for the night chill outside. He dug around in his chest grabbing a brick-sized wooden box from inside and stuffed it into his robes, almost forgetting to drape his invisibility cloak over his shoulders as he hurried out. He was hoping to get there first, entirely for Draco’s satisfaction, and felt like a ridiculous sop.

Outside the air was just cold enough to sting on the tips of his ears, smelling damp and sharp in his nose. The castle spilt a faint yellow glow against Harry’s back as he made his way across the grounds that faded as he moved farther away, the light becoming a pale grey-white under a clear star-filled sky. Every breath left behind it a faint cloud in the air, fading before he passed through it.

Thestands rose up before him silhouetted in darkness. In the centre of the pitch, a ring of moonlight waited like a spotlight. Harry pulled off his invisibility cloak as he reached the middle, turning his heel and finding no one around. Somewhat belatedly he cast a warming charm over himself and a revealing charm to make sure he wouldn’t be caught by Hagrid or another professor. Satisfied he was alone, Harry pressed his hands into his pockets and craned his head back, looking up at the sky’s glittering blanket of stars.

“Been waiting long?” Draco said, faintly smug.

Harry jumped his heart racing for a split second before he realized who it was. When he turned on his heel towards Draco, he saw a delighted smile dawn across his face.

“I suppose I can see the appeal now, when it comes to sneaking up on people,” Draco said still grinning.

Harry huffed, too pleased to see Draco to be properly annoyed, “You would.”

Draco narrowed his eyes, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” Harry shrugged then amended, “That we’re alike.”

Draco scoffed, “We’re nothing alike, Potter.”

“I think we are,” Harry said, feeling faintly embarrassed by how soft he said it.

Draco bit his lip briefly and then looked up, “I don’t know why I invited you. It’s not as if I’ll be able to concentrate on the stars at all.”

“Because I’m far too fit?” Harry teased.

Draco rolled his eyes, “Too annoying.”

“I’m not that bad,” Harry protested.

“So you are at least aware of the fact that you’re annoying in some capacity.” Draco said, “I suppose it’s a start.”

“Hey!” Harry bumped Draco shoulder making him stumble.

Draco shot Harry a glare as he straightened his robes with a huff.

“All the times I’ve interrupted you, you were looking at the stars?” Harry asked.

“What an astute observation,” Draco said sarcastically.

Harry sighed and looked up again, “I can see why, they’re beautiful.”

Draco shifted his weight uneasily beside Harry, stuffing his hands into his robe, “When I can’t sleep, it helps- looking at them.”

Harry nodded with a faint smile as he traced the path of the milky-way across the sky. He ran his fingers along the edge of the box in his pocket and took a deep breath, plucking up his courage.


Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Part 7 ~ Part 8 ~Part 9 ~Part 10 ~ Part 11~ Part 12 ~ Part 13 ~ Part 14 ~ Part 15 ~ Part 16  ~ Part 17 (you are here!) ~ Part 18 ~

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OtaYuri fic recs #13

Since Tumblr now seems to be hiding content from creators that includes links to outside sources from the search results, reblogs to give these recs more visibility are greatly appreciated (~ ̄³ ̄)~

Neon Pink Motorcycle by goldheart, mature, 74.7k, soulmate AU

There are certain moments in Yuri Plisetsky’s life that he likes to forget happened at all. The time they were chased from the apartment, the landlord angrily spitting and waving threateningly at them when his mother couldn’t produce enough money for rent. Babushka’s funeral. The first time he fell in competition.

He cannot forget that, under the black band he wears around his wrist like a shield, his soulmark may as well be nonexistent.

We need our blood stirred by StrikerEureka, explicit, 3.7k, WIP, Otabek/Yuri/JJ

Part 2 of the So young and cinematic series

Otabek and Yuri want more from JJ but first they have to figure out how they fit.

“I like you,” JJ says, voice cracking again.

Yuri’s eyes flick to Otabek’s for a moment before he cups JJ’s cheek in his hand. It’s so gentle, so careful, that Otabek couldn’t look away from it, even if he wanted to. Yuri’s fingertips brush the wetness on his cheekbone away.

“Maybe I like you too,” Yuri tells him quietly

Sunshine by crescendotayuri, explicit, 3.5k

The sun is shining, it’s a beautiful morning, and Otabek accidentally finds out about Yuri’s praise kink.

We Know the Way Each Door Swings Open by verity, explicit, 3k

Part 2 of the someone on the dancefloor, waiting just for you series

Yuri smiles up at him, mischievous. “You were thinking too hard.” He grinds up against Otabek, cock already half-hard beneath his sweatpants. “Don’t be gentle with me. I can take it.”

“I know you can,” says Otabek.

Start of Everything by  onotherflights , mature, 3.8k

He didn’t realize someone could fall in love with their best friend, but watching Yuri light a sparkler and chase the other Yuuri around his own garden made something click. The way he threw his head back in laughter, his hair and his face equally lit in the golden twilight. It was just a little ache in his heart, something he hadn’t felt before. It confused him, made him furrow his brows together.

Or; Otabek has tried really hard to be good enough for everyone in his life, but Yuri is easy to please.

Otabek Altin’s Guide on How to Say No to Yuri Plisetsky by asukaJudesarahyyy, teen, 4.5k

Five times Otabek says no to Yuri, and the one time he doesn’t.

Why Can’t I Touch It? by BoxWineConfessions, mature, 7k, high school AU, warning: underage

Part 3 of the Heart Break Beat series

Otabek writhes against the sheets to get his sweats pulled down, and Yuri can hear the grunt of frustration in his voice. Yuri can feel the movements of his wrist. The mattress rolls and creaks with every single pump of his wrist. Yuri can’t help himself. He pulls his own half hard cock from his pajama bottoms and mimics the slow motions of his fist.

Yuri comes first. Then Otabek. Otabek moves for a tissue immediately. Yuri isn’t sure what to do. They’re not supposed to do this when the other person is still awake.

Watching by Perpetual Motion (perpetfic), teen, 1.2k

Otabek gets chilly in Russia; Yuri helps him warm up.

A golden link by Muspell, explicit, 7.3k

Part 4 of the Hardbacked and Leatherbound series

One thing is to go see your boyfriend DJ surrounded by a crowd of complete strangers, but this… Yuri needs to get away, and tugging and the slim piece of jewelry hanging from his waist, he has quite a vivid plan in his mind.

We’re All in Our Private Traps by kanekki, mature, 2.6k, mafia AU

“Beka, it hurts,” Yuri whimpered, breathing labored, “Please, make it stop.”

There are a lot of things that Otabek can forgive. But this isn’t one of them. Someone had hurt his Yura. Someone, some filth, had hurt his kitten. And they weren’t going to live for very long.

Get a Life by Blownwish, explicit, 3.5k, warning: daddy kink

“All you do is either skating or cat related.” And stalking-related.

Yuri retreats into the darkness. “I do you, fuckface.”

Oh, come on. He’s such a child about this. “Sex is as much of a hobby as eating. It doesn’t count.”

“Beka!” He slams his fist down. “I swear to the Holy Virgin Mother, if you do not stop pestering me about this bullshit, I will tell JJ you say his name when I blow you.”

“That was just one time.”

“It counts.”

“I was telling you he was in the locker room…”

“It totally counts!”

Don’t Tell Me How to Live My Life Okay by 777335, general audiences, 2.6k

Part 4 of the yuri can’t even with otabek sometimes series

“Okay, don’t freak out, Be–” Yuri decides to start off, given Otabek’s proclivity to internal emotional turmoil, “—okay you’re definitely already doing that.” Otabek doesn’t react; his mouth is hanging open slightly, but no other expression crosses his face. “Yo, Beka.” Yuri snaps his fingers at the screen. “Oh, for fucks sake, Beka.” He huffs, and then pokes his laptop camera, “Is facetime frozen.” He monotones, sticking out his tongue, scrunching up his features, “Can you see me, am I paused, Beka?”

“Yura?” Otabek asks, clearing his throat.

“Uhhhhhhh, yeah, dickwad. Who else?” Yuri tries not to fidget, self-conscious.

Alexander Ludwig x Girlfriend!Reader

Warning: None!

Auther note: for the sake of my sanity and because it drives me crazy writing Y/N, I’m giving the readers names! So if you place a request don’t forget to add a name you want and if not I’ll pick one out! + Reader outfits and onesie will be in a separate post

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Pulling into the parking lot of your local grocery store you couldn’t help but get excited, you had been planning Alexander’s surprise party for over a week with the help of the Vikings cast.  getting out of the car you grabbed your bag and fixed your cardagin as you looked around to see where Alex and Marco had parked,  they had volunteered to help you get the last minute things and pick up the cake while the others had stayed behind to decorate the house, Katheryn and Gustaf had the job of distracting Zander.

Spotting Alex and Marco, you waved to get their attention as you walked over. Side hugging them, you grinned. “Hey thank you guys so much for all your help this week, I know it hasn’t been easy but i appreciate it so much.“  smiling in return, they hugged you back as you all walked into the store. “It’s no problem, we are happy to help our beautiful sister.” Alex said, nudging your side playfully as Marco wrapped his arm around your neck. “yeah after all what’s family for if they can’t help you out!”

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Running into the living room from the kitchen, you had received a text from Katheryn saying that they were about to pull into the driveway. “Ok everyone to your places they’re about to pull in!” jumping up, everyone ran to find a place to hide as you rushed to turn off the lights. Waiting in silence, you could all hear them talking as they approached the door. Opening the door, they stepped inside.

“Why are all the lights off? Is Natalie-”

“Surprise!!!”

Jumping out, you turned on the lights as Alexander jumped back in surprise as he looked around at everyone.  Laughing, you run up to give him a hug and a quick peck on the lips. “ happy birthday baby” grinning, he kissed you back and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Did you plan all this?” he questioned. “I had some help- ok a lot of help!” you said, nodding your head in the direct of all your friends, who were smiling as they waited to greet the birthday boy.

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The party had been going on for about 3 hours now, Alexander was playing a game with Jordan against Alex and Gustaf as you sat in the kitchen talking with Katheryn and Marco. “So are you going to tell him tonight?” she whispered, glancing towards the living room as you took a sip of the water Marco handed you. “Yes, but I’m kinda nervous what if he doesn’t-” “Natalie! Alexander says he’s ready to receive his gifts!” Travis yelled, peaking around the corner at you. Smiling, you nodded setting your cup down. “Ok I’ll be right there!”


Heading into the living where he was receiving his gifts from everyone, you sat on the couch next to him with your present. Smiling at you, he opened the present from Alex. So far he had received clothes from Katheryn, a game system from Travis, video games from Marco, just to list a few. After receiving the rest of his gifts from everyone, he looked to you with a grin. Scooting over slightly, you handed over the box. smiling nervously, you bit your lip, watching as he opened it.

A look of confusion crossed his face as he pulled out a black onezie that had his picture on it with writing over the top, it said ‘my dad’s a viking.’ reading the top, he slowly lowers the onesie down and looked at you in shock. “Ar-are you serious?…” he asked, standing up and moving closer to you. Standing up as well, you nodded slowly, looking in his eyes. Laughing slightly, he moved to hug you tightly but seemed to stop himself at the last minute, gently wrapping his arms around your waist. “Baby this is the best gift you ever could have given me, I love you so much.” leaning down he pressed his lips against yours as you stood on your tippy toes to meet him half way. Everyone else began cheering and clapping as Alex videoed the whole thing. Pulling back, he grinned at you. “This is a birthday present I’ll never forget…”

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elle’s self rec list

So I figured out that with the billions of fic I have written for Kingsman I would do a little list of those that are dear to me and I think you should all read. (I could legit put everything on this list, but 138 completed fics is a bit much even for me)

Of Flowers, Thunderstorm and Tranquility - M, Hartwin, AU

The fresh snow crinkles satisfyingly under his feet as Harry slowly makes his rounds of his part of the Forest. He is seconds away from humming when a whimpering sound from a bush nearby gives him pause.

Harry carefully makes his way towards the sound, on his guard. He gasps in surprise when he parts the foliage. He doesn’t know what he expected, but one thing is certain, it wasn’t the unconscious Summer Child curled up around himself.

This is quite frankly the one I think of as my masterpiece. (though that will probably change when Red and I post the bang). It took me over a year to complete, but oh boy am I proud of the result.

I’m not calling you a ghost - G, Hartwin

He closes his eyes for a few seconds, before opening them again. Hun. Still there. He must be on the really good drugs.

In the chair besides his bed, Harry Hart is sitting reading what must be a report, a little frown that only accentuates the scar on the left side of his forehead.

Definitely my most popular fic. Way back in the beginning, before we knew we would get a sequel, when everyone was sure Harry Hart was dead for real and not coming back.

Before getting 101 dogs, you need at least 2 - G, Hartwin, 101 dalmatians au

JB loves his human, but he’s getting rather fed up with how Eggsy won’t even look at the nice gentleman he’s clearly interested in they keep seeing in the park.

He’s going to take the matters into his own paws.

Short and sweet and I am still amazed at how much people liked it :D

Merlin, dogsitter extraordinaire - G, Merlin-centric, background Hartwin and Percilot

All through his childhood, he has had dogs and he’s always enjoyed their company and unconditional love. Then he had left for college where he just hadn’t had enough space to keep one and after being recruited into Kingsman he had just been too busy to even think about welcoming one puppy into his life and training him or her accordingly.

You like Merlin? You like dogs? You like ocs? This one got it all

I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice - G, Hartwin

“What I don’t understand is why you thought it was necessary to make a montage of every time Galahad appears in someone else’s feed though.”

“No, what you watched is every time an agent looked at Galahad’s when the boy was looking at you.”

I wrote this based on a prompt I got, but damn I still adore the way I chose to write this.

A Boxful of Kittens - G, Merhartwin

While he’s taking a walk around the manor, after coming back from dealing with Valentine, Merlin finds four kittens and their mother.

After what he just lived through, he cannot bear living them outside to fend for themselves.

Kittens and out three favourite men… What more do you want?

Only a fool would deny love - G, Hartwin

A princess’ kiss might have been Eggsy’s highlight of that horrific day. Because seriously who can honestly say they’ve never dreamt about kissing a princess (or a prince, because Eggsy is many thing, but picky isn’t one of those)? Until he got back on the plane and finds out Harry’s back from the dead.

The first long fic I started writing in the fandom. I really love it even if it shows that this has been written 2 years ago and I have definitely improved since then

Messenger of War - T, Hartwin, AU

He shivers at the brief contact of a hand on his shoulder and he forces the ripple of familiarity back down, but something in Harry’s eyes before he turns back and leaves hints that he is not the only one feeling it.

I am still stupidly proud of this fic okay and I’ll forever will be.

Kisses Like a Thousand Snowflakes - G, Hartwin, Roxlin, Percilot

“I wanted to know… What’s Kingsman’s stance on Christmas’ decorations?”
It’s hard not answering to Eggsy’s enthusiasm with a grin of his own and he doesn’t really try.
“Well since the Angels Incident of ‘97, the Garlands Debacle of ‘02 and the Reindeers Nightmare of ‘09, the late Arthur had put a ban on all the stuff and confiscate it all.”

This Christmas, mistletoe is everywhere and nobody is safe.

Okay this is a christmas fic, but who cares? It’s also the ultimate fix-it where everyone is alive and nobody’s dead.

Baked Love - G, Hartwin, AU

There were no other customers, but he didn’t think he was wrong in assuming it had more to do with the hour, after lunch but before the afternoon rush, and the awful weather, than anything wrong with the shop. For one thing, the interior was decorated really simply, but with enough nice touches to make it feel cozy. For another, the smell permeating the air, a mix of baked goods and coffee, was quite mouth-watering. The gorgeous young man walking out of the backroom with a polite but genuine smile wasn’t a slight against the shop either.

Or in which Harry is really a tailor and Eggsy works in a bakery shop.

Food and pining is a think one of the best combination in the world.

A Summer’s Day - G, Pre-Hartwin

Harry doesn’t sigh when he notices the empty bench in the familiar corner of the park. He had not gone on a walk with the intention to come here, but since Mr. Pickle has died a month ago, his feet continuously lead him to what had been their usual spot to waste a lazy afternoon away.

In which Harry recites poetry to a pug in a park.

Because meet-cutes are the best

Kingsman’s Nursery - G, Gen, AU

It is by sheer luck that James witnesses Princess Tilde’s kidnapping.

He’s only walking in the area, minding his own business, when he notices the infamous criminal mastermind Valentine and his deadly bodyguard Gazelle forcing the princess into a car.

In which they are all children except for Chester and Valentine, but they’re all spies too (or princesses).

That one was just too fun to write and I think more people should read it

Room for Three (Not Only You and Me) - G, Merhartwin

The first time it happens Merlin honestly doesn’t know.
Though, in Merlin’s defense there is nothing indicating that this is any different than usual.

Wherein Merlin date-crashes Harry and Eggsy’s dates without realising it at first. Except, when Merlin tries to give them some space, they don’t seem to be happy about it.

This one will always have a special place in my heart because this is the one that made me meet Red. Also writing about oblivious Merlin was very fun xD

Stay (A)head of the Case - G, Roxlin, Pre-Hartwin, Sleepy Hollow AU

In the relative comfort of the carriage bringing him to Sleepy Hollow, Merlin scoffs as he revises the facts that are known about the case he’s being sent to investigate.

There are already three victims, the Heskeths, father and son, as well as a certain widow Winship, and the only suspect is a Headless Horseman? Who could ever believe such rubbish really? Whoever the true perpetrator of those murders is, they must be having a jolly time indeed.

In which Merlin is a constable from New York sent to Sleepy Hollow to investigate a series of murders.

I just love what I did with this AU and seriously there isn’t enough Roxlin in the fandom

Come Sail Away (Into the Light of the Dark Black Night) - G, Hartwin, soulmate AU

Eggsy had always known his soulmate would be older than him.

Or no, that wasn’t entirely right. He might have been hearing his soulmate all his life, but it had been a while before anyone had explained to him what it really meant.

It’s a soulmate au, if you like those do you really need more? :D

Labyrinth of Love - T, Merhartwin, Labyrinth AU

It is not the first time that a mortal catches the fancy of the Goblin King, but it is the first time one catches the eyes of both Kings.

In which Merlin and Harry are co-rulers of the Goblin Kingdom and Eggsy makes what he thinks is an unfortunate wish.

Who doesn’t love the movie Labyrinth? Who doesn’t want to imagine Merlin and Harry as the Goblin Kings?

From your hearts, I make a home - T, Hartwinrox

Since he’s started living on his own, Harry has always done everything so that the house he goes back to feels like a home. Sometime it was all that kept him sane while he dealt with whatever trauma that came with being a Knight.

And sure, nowadays he doesn’t see much field work, but the rituals have stayed and being able to offer that sense of home to not one amazing being but two? It is priceless.

Because domestic fluff and Harry/Roxy/Eggsy is always a must

I Get a Little Bit… - G, Merlahad, Ghenghis Khan AU

Merlin is putting his two children to bed when his phone starts ringing with a too familiar alert. He curses under his breath, thankful that Roxy is already fast asleep and won’t reprimand him on his language.

It’s the Genghis Khan Merlahad au everyone wanted but nobody was writing really.

Love is a fabric which never fades - G, Hartwin, Dragon AU

When Harry started his hoard of clothing, it has come as to no surprise to either him or his parents. After all, he has been drawn to fabrics and texture and colors for as long as he can remember; one of his earliest memory the soft cashmere of his father’s brown sweater and the rough red scales of his mother’s skin.

Harry has been courting Eggsy dragon style for a while now without telling him because he’s a self-sacrificing idiot who doesn’t believe he can be loved. Luckily for them, Eggsy is no such idiot.

Quite honestly, I am very surprised by how much people seem to enjoy this??? Like sure it’s dragons, but I never would have expected the kind of response I got :O

Fairy Tale Ending - G, Mercival, werewolf AU

If it had been anyone else, if he had been stranded in the woods with, let’s say, Lancelot instead, he would have believed the words to be a very ill-timed joke.

But this was Merlin, Merlin whom he trusts with his life.

And Merlin’s a werewolf.

It’s a werewolf au. Need I say more?

Warm and safe, like a home - G, Merwin

It starts simple enough, with Eggsy bringing Merlin a cup of tea.

But before it can become anything more, Harry comes back from the dead and Eggsy realises he never truly had a chance.

Pining and misunderstandings but with a happy ending. I am sure I can’t be the only one who loves that

5 Books on Women in Craft and Design
A Shelfie from Kayleigh Perkov, Graduate Intern at the Getty Research Institute

Hi, I’m Kayleigh Perkov, graduate intern in Web and New Media/Digital Art History at the Getty Research Institute. I’m an art historian and am currently finishing up my doctoral dissertation on the integration of digital technology into craft practice in the late 1960s and early 1970s. I first started focusing on craft and design because it has such a rich—and sometimes contentious—history of engaging with women makers. In the last few years this scholarship has only become stronger and more vibrant, so to celebrate Women’s History Month, here are some of the books that inspire me about women in craft and design.

The Pink Glass Swan: Selected Essays on Feminist Art by Lucy R. Lippard. (The New Press, 1995).

This book is creased for a reason; I come back to it constantly. Written by one of the foremost art critics of the latter half of the 20th century, Lucy Lippard tackles art and feminist politics in this anthology. Of particular personal interest is “Making Something From Nothing (Towards a Definition of Women’s ‘Hobby Art’).” In this essay, Lippard complicates the standard art/craft hierarchy and ideas of cultural respectability.

Bauhaus Weaving Theory: From Feminine Craft to Mode of Design by T’ai Smith. (University of Minnesota Press, 2014). 

Art historians have long noted how women in the Bauhaus were encouraged to specialize in fiber or clay, mediums associated with traditional concepts of femininity. In this book, Smith neither laments this fact nor endeavors to boost these mediums. Instead, she engages with a collection of understudied theoretical writings from the Bauhaus weaving workshop, offering a new lens to understand the works and process of weaving.

String, Felt, Thread: The Hierarchy of Art and Craft in American Art by Elissa Auther. (University of Minnesota Press, 2009).

Auther offers an alternative history of American art in the 1960s and ‘70s, told through an engagement with textiles and fiber. Studying both feminists who valorized fiber—such as Faith Ringgold and Miriam Shapiro—and the use of fiber as material in the work of minimalist and post-minimalist artists—such as Robert Morris—Auther offers her own answers to the age-old question of why some works are considered “art” and others “craft.”

Live Form: Women, Ceramics, and Community by Jenni Sorkin. (University of Chicago Press, 2016). 

Sorkin provides a new historical grounding for contemporary participatory and socially engaged art by focusing on three major figures in postwar ceramics: Marguerite Wildenhain; Mary Caroline Richards; and Susan Peterson. In this book, Sorkin makes an important methodological, as well as historical, intervention. She asserts that ceramics as a field is less about the objects themselves, and more about the act of making, which connects both to theories of pedagogy and performance.

Women Designers in the USA, 1900-2000: Diversity and Differences by Pat Kirkham. (Yale University Press, 2002).

An anthology edited by the influential design historian Pat Kirkham, this book is one I continually find myself reaching for in the early stages of a new project. Need an introduction to the work of women in fashion design or metals? You can find it in here. I particularly value this book because it explores the work of women across a spectrum of making, from one-off craft objects to mass-produced goods designed for the commercial market.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I love your blog! I was wondering if you had any stereo ficus where they are professional athletes either on the same or different teams and they hook up or are in a relationship but still in the closet and have to hide it?

Hey there Nonny!  Going to assume you meant Sterek, NOT Stereo (mostly because there are no hidden relationship sports au Stereo fics, someone fill that void!).  I am SO not a sports person, but somehow love sports aus?  lol  All of these should have a secret relationship, or at least on the downlow, and have both of them playing sports.  Enjoy!  -Emmy

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Sox and Bombers by Nanoochka 

(17,449 I Explicit I Complete)  *baseball au

They didn’t normally discuss their games in deference to the sanctity of their respective teams and the ancient Yankees/Red Sox rivalry, but Derek had to admit it was nice to combine shoptalk and pillow talk with someone who understood. Still, Stiles was the enemy, even if Derek did spend an awful lot of time consorting with him. If by consorting you meant fucking him into the mattress.

Extra Innings by tuesdaymidnight 

(37,641 I Explicit I Complete)   *baseball au

Stiles Stilinski is a minor league baseball catcher who just got promoted. Derek Hale is a star major league pitcher with a knee injury who just got sent down to the minors. Stiles is drawn to Derek, but the further invested he gets, the more questions arise. Why does team owner Chris Argent have it out for Derek? Why is Derek so emotionally constipated? And what the hell is Coach Finstock going on about? Minor league baseball has more intrigue than Stiles ever imagined.

Goal Line by TyReed

(39,069 I Mature I Complete)  *football au

After losing a bet with his best friend, super-dork Stiles Stilinksi is forced to play one semester of football for the Beacon Hills High School “Silver Wolves”.  While reluctant, Stiles is never one to go back on a deal, and follows through with the bet.  After all, it’s just for one season.  

The only problem?  

Stiles is apparently the best kicker the school (or state) has seen in over 50 years.  

With the town, the coaching staff, the school, and his team all cheering him on and giving him a circle of friends he’d never though possible before, how is Stiles going to fit in with this new crowd of people he’d always hated?  How is Stiles going to live through this season, the training, and is he going to be the player everyone thinks he can be?   What happens when the season is over, and Stiles can leave the team with the bet ended?

Though at the forefront of his mind, how is he supposed to keep his life-long crush on star Quarterback (and one of his newest friends), Derek Hale, in check?

Love All by tattooedsiren 

(47,602 I Explicit I Complete)   *tennis au

When Stiles Stilinksi steps foot onto Court 8 at Roland Garros, it’s everything he’s been dreaming of for the last nine years, and everything his life has been building towards since the first time he held a tennis racquet in his hands fourteen years ago.

It’s kinda funny, Stiles thinks, that his first game in a Grand Slam (that’s right, he’s playing in a freaking Grand Slam) is against a fellow American. Hell, he’s a fellow Californian. Derek Hale is slightly taller than him, his face is stubbled and just as grumpy in real life as he’s seen in numerous photos and video coverage. And yeah, in any other circumstance Stiles might admit that the stubble and general sense of ‘stay the hell away from me’ totally works for him. But right now it’s just intimidating as fuck.

Versus by secondstar 

(94,521 I Explicit I Complete)  *football/soccer au

At age nineteen, Stiles Stilinski was the next big thing, according to The Guardian. It was surreal, not being able to turn on Sky Sports without hearing his name mentioned along with the names of players he grew up idolizing. Stiles couldn’t believe that this was his life. 

Two Minutes and Holding by captaintinymite (augopher) 

(117,988 I Explicit I WIP)  *hockey au

There were three things college hockey players Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski knew for certain. 1) Their lives revolved around hockey, 2) They were madly in love, and 3) Derek was so far in the closet he might never find his way out.

They’d been together for two years now, and for two years they’d been a secret with only a few people knowing about them. Yet Derek’s fear kept them from moving forward: fear of his family’s rejection, fear of his sexuality tanking his father’s career, fear of the rampant homophobia in professional sports. The ruse was growing thin.

Something had to give.  

Or: The story of how one epic NCAA Championship run and college, served as the backdrop for some of life’s great hardships.

dance with me — p.p.

wc: 1k
summary: “he could like dancing a bit more if it was with her.” a harry potter ravenclaw!peter parker au


There was an ethereal glow in the ravenclaw common room that night. The soft light of the moonlight silently streamed into the room through a crack in the curtains. The fire cracked and popped, giving off a nice supply of warmth to the two bodies occupying the space.

The record player gave a light hum of background music as it played a soft tune from a record brought by one of their housemates. They were snuggled close together on the couch and smiling softly at one another. Her eyes held a bright twinkle in them as she peered into his brown ones.

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The girl who lost things | A RebelCaptain modern!AU

There was once a girl with her head full of dreams
she wondered around, in her yellow machine.
The world was her home because hers was lost,
until one day a Captain her road crossed.
He was a cynic and and his dream were gone cold,
her heart full of hope turned his back into gold.
But she was the girl who kept losing things,
afraid of his love, she fled one day of spring.
He never gave up and the whole world he roamed,
until he finally found her and gave her a home.