best reading of the year


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@johnwatso​‘s top fics of 2016

these are the best fics i read in all of 2016 (not necessarily written this year):

👌I Should’ve Said Yes by spacegeography (n/a)
Texts from John’s stag night.

👌The Ground Beneath Your Feet by Chryse (E)
Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.

👌A Great Light by achycarnations (T)
Of course, they don’t get around to falling in love until the world is ending.

👌What He’s Like by magikspell (E)
“I’m so in love with you,” John says, a statement of fact. “I will never not be in love with you.” Realistic first time. They love each other so much.

👌State of Flux by Atiki (E)
John’s marriage is over and he is finally back home (i.e. at Baker Street, where he belongs). Sherlock is awfully insecure and John is awfully hesitant, and they’re both awkward idiots, of course, but they figure it out. Many First Times happen.

👌a good old-fashioned happy ending by darcylindbergh (E)
And Sherlock stands there, in the middle of a Christmas market as John hums along to Silent Night, John’s hand warm in his with fingertips a little gritty from the cinnamon-sugar doused churros they’d shared, and thinks, oh, that’s–that’s an idea, isn’t it? For Christmas this year, Sherlock wants to get John something special: something every fairytale deserves.

👌Living Sculptures by kinklock (E)
The reality of cocaine toxicity gives rise to more fantasy. (Continuing from the last scene in TAB, Sherlock slips in and out of his alternate universe.)

👌settling of the dust by thosewhowant (E)
The plastic bag of white powder is an event horizon. Every night he dances around it to the tune of the waltz he wrote for John, and some night Sherlock will tire of dancing and slam the giant Self Destruct button that beckons like an ember in the night.But for tonight he sets the Persian slipper down on the mantel reverently and pours himself another coffee, middle of the night be damned. He stands at the window and imagines that through the smog he can see Venus, Cygnus, Andromeda. That maybe, just maybe, John is doing the same.The idea that John may be in the Southern Hemisphere, looking at a different sky, hurts so much that he thinks it may kill him. After the inevitable confrontation with Moriarty, John leaves.

👌Offensive by ConsultingPurplePants (E)
John’s hands are currently pressed against his shoulder blades, under his shirt. His left hand is splayed across the remaining hard lines of three whip scars, while his right rests atop a smattering of rounded, raised, cigarette burns.Seconds tick by as he realizes he has no idea what to say. Moriarty is back.

👌Lunar Landscapes by J_Baillier (M)
An accident forces John to face the fact that Sherlock’s downward spiral had started long before his flight to exile even left the tarmac.

👌You Should Have Changed Course Long Ago by msdisdain (E)
John realizes too late what has been in his heart all along, and flees London. But can he ever truly leave Sherlock behind?

👌A Brand of Gold by aquabelacqua (M)
What am I doing? he wondered. The answer came back at once: Flirting. He sank deeper into the pillows, let the mist and blur of the wine settle around him, let it shore up his nerves and dim the warning signals that flashed dully in the back of his mind. He let the rest of the disappointment about Lucy and his strange accommodations and about the weekend as a whole fade into obscurity. He let the vital, missing piece snap into place as surely and as cleanly as if it had always been there. He was flirting with Sherlock Holmes.

favorite fics 1/?

Walk My Days on a Wire by @theprizeofcoolness

Harry hums, staring at his hands in his lap, and Louis can still feel their smoothness, how solid they were in between his own. “Do you think it’s the same for us? Are we here only because of the likeliness of our jobs? Of our lives?”
“We’re here because we have inventive managers,” Louis says, giving Harry’s leg a little nudge with his knee, but all that’s going around in his head is, I think I’d be in the same spot in every possible universe.

or, when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind. (38k)

So I’m out with my seniors and coursemates in the car. And we fiddled with the radio till we ended up listening to a station that plays songs from the good ol days. And then that fucking song plays at THAT part specifically “..killing me softly with his song, killing me softly! With his-” and.. three of them started singing along like nothing’s going on but I was really quiet and then I looked into the rear view mirror and my senior was STARING AT ME and I knew that look. That look that bordered realization, horror and disbelief. I just found out who else had read Killing Stalking.


best of 2016  → top 8 new books

Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuire
Hamilton: The Revolution by Lin-Manuel Miranda and Jeremy McCarter
Grunt: The Curious Science of Humans at War by Mary Roach
The Raven King by Maggie Stiefvater
A Tangle of Gold by Jaclyn Moriarty
Once was a Time by Laila Sales
Dead Presidents: An American Adventure into the Strange Deaths and Surprising Afterlives of Our Nation’s Leaders by Brady Carlson
Games Wizards Play by Diane Duane

Happy New year everyone// 

 I’d like to thank all of you for sticking around this year, also for the support you guys have been giving me throughout the 2016! It means a lot to me  ❤❤❤

 This might have not been the best one, but hey we can try to make the new one better. I hope you have good New Years and that we all are gonna step right into 2017 together. 


There is one day before the New Year, and I decided to make something like result %) this is the most important otp’s for me, what make this bad year a mooore happier: stormpilot - the first SW OTP in my life, diore - my precious angels, spiritassassin - my beloved old married couple who do not deserve all whats happend, and mchanzo - best gun and best chest ever %)

so, everyone who read this, Happy new year to y’all!!

May 28, 2016

Two years ago; today, I sat in my bathroom with a blade to my arm. I was ready to die. My depression was the worst it’s ever been. I had no friends. I was stuck in four walls. I was stuck in my head. There was no one. There was no where to go. That night was the scariest and bravest night of my life. They said it would get better. The next may was the bravest moments of my life. I asked for help and spent eight nights inside a psychiatric hospital. I met the bravest and weakest souls. I met myself somewhere in the middle.

Today, I sit outside, the sky is so blue, the grass is the greenest it’s been in years. I feel wind on my face. The taste of decent coffee is in my mouth. I am not alone. I was never alone. I was not stuck in those four walls. There had always been a door. I was just too afraid of what lay outside. There were always people. I had just been too afraid of those who reject me There was always love. The darkness just made it hard to see.

There is the sunset. There are stars. There is aways another day. There is decent coffee and laughter and friends (old and new), there are memories.

The world is not small. Depression is not forever. Life is hard. Life is beautiful.

Oh my God there is music. art. love.

Today is not a sad day. It is a celebration of bravery. of self love. of will. of weakness. of strength.

I’m so glad you’re here today.

Best and worst books I read in 2016

I definitely slacked on reading this year, and i’m not sure how extensive either parts of this list will be. 


I don’t think I expected to like this book, I was a bit like ‘eh, it’s gay, it’ll do’ and then cut to me at 4am sobbing on the sofa because I had just fallen in love with such an amazing set of characters and an adorable love story that really resonated with me because I know what it’s like to fall in love with someone from just words on a screen. Please read this. 

I hadn’t heard anything about this book,  I bought it on a whim because I am always tempted by a ‘3 for £5′ book sale (who wouldn’t be), and I have to say it was a bloody good decision. This book highlights family dynamics in such a powerful way and deals with topics such as racism and misogyny so well. It’s safe to say that I cried a few times while reading this.#

I am conflicted on this book, the spell system was ridiculous and some of the Harry Potter parallels were a bit too much but overall it had to be on my favourites list. I fell in love with the characters, and the relationships, and I think I read it at a time where I was so tired of the lack of diversity in Harry Potter that I needed something like this, something magical and beautiful but something really fucking gay. 

Honestly, this is mainly on my list because anything with magic/powers/abilities is bound to make me fall in love. I love Mare Barrow, and I love the way the author makes you feel for the characters so that you’re genuinely shocked when something happens. I’ll fight if the love triangle I am sensing carries on though, I will riot. Mare Barrow to be a kick ass lady alone or end up with a girl 2k17. 

Honourable mentions that I would need pages to write reviews for: Everything Leads to You by Nina Lacour, The Art of Being Normal by Lisa Williamson and More Than This by Patrick Ness.


I really bloody love The Selection series, and I always find Kiera’s writing to be very easy to read and enjoyable, but this was not my shit. It was incredibly rushed, and the choices that were made and the plots that were highlighted above other ones were not the best. Also……… what the ever loving HECK were those names. 

No. Just…. no. I have nothing to say that wouldn’t fill up your dash ten times and get me brutally murdered. Scorpius Malfoy is a good egg, that is all. 

Books I never finished: Finding Audrey by Sophie Kinsella and The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern