For anyone that knows me, I read fanfics like I breathe air. I read fics from many fandoms including Harry Potter (the granddaddy of fandoms), Gravity Falls, Merlin, Miraculous Ladybug, Welcome to Night Vale, and more. Crossovers included. Since I discovered Voltron, I was pleased to discover quite the thriving fan fiction community behind it. I have read so, so many Voltron fics. My only criteria for liking a fic is that the story and grammar have to be decent. That’s it. Most of these will probably be Klance (Keith + Lance) because everyone and their freaking dog ships it, but I like Gen fics too. I might also add fics from other ships too, but we’ll just see what happens. Also, there’s going to be a lot of long fics on this list. I really like to read.
So here ya go…
Alternate Universe (AU) - Includes modern, college age, high school, coffee shop, fantasy, mermaids, etc. so on and so forth…
(M) The Quilted Lion by geewillikers (@gurlskylark) - (97,262 words) - Keith is stuck in New York City barely making ends meet so he and Pidge can live in a decent part of the city close to her university. They scrape by on the illegal winnings Keith makes in street boxing matches, but his manager, Shiro, decides that it’s time Keith gets a side job. He’s whisked into The Quilted Lion café owned by the woman Shiro’s been fawning over for over a year, only to find that he has more to worry about than his lack of magic and cooking skills–There’s a waiter at The Quilted Lion who is entirely Keith’s cup of tea. Klance and Shallura. (Restaurant/College/Boxing AU)
(T) Nothing’s Quite as Sweet by dimpleforyourthoughts and thebrotherswinchester - (50,370 words) - Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street. Klance. (College/Coffee Shop AU)
(T) Objects in Motion (When Unbalanced) by Mytay @thisgirlhastales - (37,701 words) - Lance and Keith are constantly being mistaken for a couple. Lance is highly offended. Keith is quietly outraged.Pidge decides if she can’t have peace, then she can write an epic scientific dissertation on the romantic failings of two exceptionally dense paladins. Klance. (I laughed so much when reading this. One of my faves.)
(T) Like a Bolt from the Blue by Mytay@thisgirlhastales - (5646 words) - Keith has a near-death experience, but he’s actually pretty okay afterwards — he considers it all part of the Paladin calling. Lance, on the other hand, is wrecked by it, and so he trains his butt off to ensure that Keith will never die on his watch. (A nice short fic in which Keith watches Lance training and is pleasantly surprised. Feelings occur.)
(T) Time out of Mind by aknightley - (27,849 words) - Keith and Lance wake up married. In the future.
Looks Awesome So Far… (Incomplete Fics)
(G) Ghost of the Future and (G) Shadow of the Past by wittyy_name and Zizzani - Lance and Lance from one year in the future switch places in a time travel accident. Each fic is seen from the POV of a different timeline, they are a direct mirror of each other. Really, really good so far.
So this is what I have for my list so far. I will post another fic rec list soon. This doesn’t even crack the surface of all the amazing fics out there that I have read. These are just the ones I’ve read recently.
The Tontine Buildings, Glasgow. Taken by James Craig Annan in 1868 when he was commissioned by the Improvements Trust to photograph the slums of Glasgow’s old town which were due for demolition under the Glasgow City Improvements Act of 1866. The dark and narrow closes off the High Street and Saltmarket could be difficult to photograph but he overcame the problems and produced an important and sensitive account of the terrible living conditions.
Bread-Milk girl again with a WTF customers. This is a story my coworker told me this morning. She was working overtime last night when a guy comes in and says…
“Hey, someone left a 20-pound catfish out by pump 4.”
…Someone left a 20-pound. Catfish. Out by pump 4.
Our city borders a river, fishing is common, and catfish are popular. But why. The fuck. Would you leave a catfish. At a gas station????
My coworker asks the guy working with her if he’ll take care of it, but apparently he’s really allergic to fish. So she goes out with a pair of gloves and…now, she’s a sixty-year-old lady who does not want to deal with this. So she flags down a truckload of students from the college across the street. She asks if one of them will pick it up and put it in the garbage can next to the pump. One of them is brave enough to do so. Takes the gloves, picks the thing up by the tail, and plunks it in the can. She thanks them and takes the trash bag out to throw it in the dumpster behind the store.
If it was on purpose, why the fuck would you leave a fish at a gas station? And if this was on accident, how in the everloving fuck do you lose a 20-pound catfish?
Genre: Fluff, A little something for Mingyu’s birthday
Word Count: 2,591
Summary:After having a horrible day, you need to get out of the house for a while. When you stumble upon a small restaurant, you find so much more
It is impossible to have a perfect day, and that surprises pretty much no one. There are good days and bad days, amazing days and horrible days, but there is no such thing as a perfect day. There are too many factors that play into every waking moment of a single life for everything to go exactly the way one would want their day to go, and that’s just one person. If a second person was added into the equation, it’s impractical to even imagine a faultless day, so there’s no way any day could be considered perfect.
Regrettable as it is, this is the truth, so it’s not really all that regrettable. Just because the world cannot have a single day where everything and everyone is ideal does not mean that there is a lack of pleasure or joy in people’s lives. Maybe it’s fate or just dumb luck, but people can have moments, days, weeks, months, or even years where their lives are filled with happiness. This emotion can burn like a fire, curving up towards the sky in a wonderful blaze, or it can be like a blanket, holding someone in simple warmth. Sometimes it comes in a pattern, where one day is better than the other, because if all the good things in life are on one side of a coin, the bad things are there too. It’s said that the bad moments make you appreciate the good, right?
English Romanticist landscape painter JMW Turner is thought to have been born on this day in 1775.
His painting of The High Street, Oxford (1810) was acquired in 2015 with your incredible help. Local people and museum visitors sent in over £60,000, helping the Museum reach its fundraising target in just four weeks.
The High Street, Oxford is Turner’s only full size townscape in oils. Unique in Turner’s output, and in the history of English art, it represents one of the most beautiful streets in Europe, a street which has materially changed little since Turner painted it. Although Turner painted many townscapes in watercolour, Turner never again attempted such a picture in oils.
Acknowledged as one of the greatest landscape artists of all time, Turner painted over thirty finished watercolours of Oxford views, by far the most numerous group devoted to a single place in his entire output. He was familiar with the architecture of the city, having visited relations in the village of Sunningwell (five miles southwest of Oxford) during his childhood. In 1799, he received his most prestigious commission to date, to provide two designs for the University’s annual calendar, the Oxford Almanack. The success of these two watercolours led to commissions for a further eight, published between 1799 and 1810. They show a deliberately wide variety of street scenes, colleges and interiors.
It was, no doubt, the quality of these pictures that led Oxford printseller, James Wyatt, to commission the view of the High Street.
Below is a photograph showing the High Street as it is today.
When I was twelve years old I peeped into a girl’s window
for the first and last time.
I lived in a pretty boisterous area of town, not too far
away from the nearby college. Right down the street was a house leased to a
group of maybe five to six girls. The neighborhood didn’t mind them, they
didn’t have crazy parties or trash the place. In fact one of them had a habit
of bringing my mom cookies, as a thank you for being so welcoming to the area.
It’s how my brother Elliot got the idea in the first place.
Carla was honestly really nice. Had a great smile, always
had a joke to crack, and was even nice to me. However, Elliot had a different
thought process, having two years of age on me and a little less respect.