Know any fics that feature lots of angst but with a happy ending? (on 2nd thoughts, without a happy ending is fine as well) Thank you <3
Hello anon! Sorry it took me so long to get to this, but I’ve been pretty busy recently and also angst is really not super my thing?? But because I have an insatiable need to read every highly-recommended Drarry fic, I have inevitably read a few really good angsty ones! Just keep in mind that my threshold for angst is not very high, and these will all have a happy ending ;)
In Pieces by Cheryl Dyson (85K)- Harry returns to Hogwarts as the new DADA instructor, only to find his teaching efforts thwarted by a very familiar ghost. This fic is absolutely amazing and filled with lots of fluff but also inevitably tons of angst because Draco is a ghost??? They can’t even touch??? *cries* I remember feeling like there was no way it could possibly work out happily and believably but I was VERY pleasantly surprised!
To Those Who Wait by loveglowsinthedark (8.5K)- Harry’s come is trickling out of my arse as I say ‘I do’ and promise to love and cherish Blaise in sickness and in health.The love of my life is preparing to leave the country as I smile for photographs.The excruciating agony of my heart shattering nearly brings me to my knees on what ought to have been the happiest day of my life. This fic is fucking FABULOUS if you want angst with a happy ending. And I’m not just saying that because @l0vegl0wsinthedark is my main bitch. Harry and Draco are basically soul mates they are so made for each other, but absurdly tragic circumstances have split them up (for now). I bet reading the summary alone has already made your heart ache and now the only way to soothe it is to go read the rest ASAP, so DO IT.
Another Mask Behind You by lettered (116.5K)- Draco is a high-end prostitute who hides his identity. Harry unknowingly hires him. And then there is porn, questions about identity, domestic bliss, more porn, and truth as seen through a web of lies. (And then more porn. Seriously, if you don’t want sex scene after sex scene you probably shouldn’t read this. And please read the warnings.) This has a lot of things you should check the warnings for, but among them is ANGST LIKE WOAH. A mistaken(hidden?) identity fic and yeah I would be angsty too if I found out I had been unknowingly fucking and falling in love with my schoolboy rival! It’s soooo well-written and probably the angstiest fic I have ever LOVED. So much else (aka mostly hot hot sex!) more than made up for the stress it caused me! Another angsty and amazing fic that you should definitely read by lettered isThe Boy Who Only Lived Twice, which also contains mistaken identity of a sort!
Written on the Heart by who_la_hoop (114K)- Harry doesn’t mind that so many Slytherins from his year have returned to finish their NEWTs, really he doesn’t. It’s just – do they have to be so friendly? He’s not prejudiced, really he’s not. It’s just – they’ve got to be up to something, right? Unnerved by the attention he’s attracting from everyone – the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair – and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him.When he’s hit by an illegal love-spell though, Harry finds he has more to worry about than whether or not Blaise Zabini actually wants to be his friend. For if everyone affected has been blessed – or cursed, by the look on Malfoy’s face – with a magical tattoo revealing the name of their soulmate, what does it mean that Harry’s skin remains completely bare? kfhdsjrg3hi SOUL MARKS!!! c;mbxneiu EIGHTH YEAR!!! rewuy,obsk AMAZING AUTHOR!!! Need I say more? (Idk if this one counts as “really” angsty but it has an angst tag and a pining tag and I just ran across it again and really want to rec it???)
In His Nature by create_serenity (20.5K)- Harry agreed to have sex with Draco once a month in order to keep him alive, what he didn’t agree to was Draco popping up all over the place and disrupting his life in more ways than one. Veela!Draco fic in which he needs sex with his mate to keep him alive. At first Harry thinks he’s doing Malfoy a huge favor, but soon he realizes how much pain he’s causing Draco by limiting their interactions and works on fixing that :).
Something Always (Brings Me Back to You) by Kedavranox (10K)- The Centre for Magical Theory and Complex Spell Classifications keeps fucking with Harry’s dig sites, and he’s pretty sure Malfoy has ulterior motives. This is a getting-back-together fic… but of course it can’t happen without several misunderstandings and life-threatening situations! Yep, yep. Definitely plenty of angst here.
Also I really can’t choose a specific one (there are so many!!) but most of the longer works by Lomonaaeren have a healthy dose of angst! She has a very unique style, but if you like it (I do!!) then her literal hundreds of fics are a goldmine!
Waco Mammoth National Park, Waco, Texas. February 2017.
In the late 1970′s, a couple of teenage boys were searching a creek bed for arrowheads on a dairy farm in Waco, Texas. They discovered an unusually large bone that turned out to be the femur of a Columbian Mammoth. This initial find led to the discovery of the largest Nursery Herd of Columbian Mammoths found in the U.S.. Eventually 24 individuals were identified. Most of the fossils have been removed, but several mammoths have been left in situ (as well as the skeleton of an American Camel) and are protected from the elements inside a dig shelter. Tours are readily available for the public to visit the dig site and see the mammoths.
Columbian mammoths were larger than Woolly Mammoths, reaching 13 feet or more at the shoulder and weighing 20,000 lbs.
LITERALLY offended my boys (victor and yuuri) aren’t the 1st most popular ship. i’m suing tumblr for this. not the corporation, i mean every tumblr user individually. if u can’t afford a lawyer i’ll defeat you in honorable combat
Can you imagine if instead of Imperial Agent, there was an Imperial Reclamation Service class? The entire first act would revolve around how your boss won’t give you a raise and keeps passing you up for a promotion. So you gotta find a really good artifact to dig up. And you DO and then your boss can’t not promote you. He just can’t not. So you get promoted and go on your merry way.
And act 2 is finding a really rare Sith artifact that’s needed for the war, but UH OH there’s competition! So it’s a race to the dig site and you get there, but the Jedi got there first. So you kill them and then you bring the artifact to some Sith Lord who’s your patron, but UH OH they betray you and it’s actually just a Sith power play. So the Sith is tying up loose ends and that means killing everyone who knew about the artifact cuz the guy just wants a seat on the Dark Council.
And act 3 would be dodging assassins and also trying to get cited as the person who found the damned artifact. So the final showdown on Corellia would just be you showing up with receipts and then disgracing the Sith Lord cuz wow…he let a nerd beat him. And then you get your boss’s job in the Imperial Reclamation Service at the very end. And all the nerds worship you, including Talos.
Claire awoke abruptly, gasping for air. The sky was still dark and the air around her small hiding place in a niche of the little hill was still and silent. Her skin was cold and clammy and she raised a trembling hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead. No explosions. No screams. No suffocating weight or bone deep chill. The smell of blood was replaced by the smell of dry earth.
A dream. It had only been a dream. Breathe in. Out. Slower. In…. out…. in…. out.
She rolled onto her side, curling in on herself under the solar blanket that was her saving grace on cold nights like these. It had slipped off while she slept, which may have explained the nightmare. Claire never could sleep well when chilled, especially after her parents died in that car crash when she was small. It had been a cold night that night too. Almost as cold as her parent’s had been when she said goodbye for the last time before the funeral…
“Stop it, Beauchamp,” Claire whispered firmly, trying to relax her shaking muscles. She closed her eyes, trying to focus her mind on something to hang on to until she could relax into sleep again. Warm things. Warmth. Frank’s lips against hers…
Claire flinched involuntarily. No, too painful. Something else. Anything else. Campfires. The sun in Egypt, high and hot as a furnace over one of her Uncle Lamb’s archeological dig sites. Fresh tea. Hot baths.
Claire almost groaned at the thought. Yes, that would do. She breathed out slowly, imagining how the warmth of the water used to seep into her muscles. The steam would have coated her face like her sweat did now and she breathed in and out again, imagining the scents of candles and soap. There would have been nothing to worry over, no shifts to get to at the hospital, no dinner parties with Frank’s colleagues. Just time and space for her mind and body to go blissfully blank for a bit. Claire vaguely registered that the solar blanket was warming her again before her muddled mind gave in to sleep once more.
Claire Beauchamp Randall was never a woman to panic. Being raised by her eccentric archeologist uncle and therefore being voluntarily toted around the world from a young and impressionable age did much to dispel emotions of this type from entering her mind. Joining the British army and becoming a nurse when the Last World War was declared only solidified her ability to emotionally detach as needed. She was, however, realistic.
She bent at the edge of the stream, wanting nothing more than to drink greedily and damn the consequences. It had been almost two days without water and the mere sound of it lapping against the bank made her swallow. Claire sighed, pacifying her thirst by swishing a handful of water inside her mouth and spitting it out again before gathering small sticks for a fire. She ran her damp fingers through the curly mass of her hair, tying it back and out of her way.
If her unusual upbringing taught her anything it was that ill prepared food,drink, and medical supplies could kill just as well as a wild animal or person could, albeit much slower and sometimes more painfully. She thought the stream might be safe enough, but couldn’t take the risk. At one point, most water sources around the world had been destroyed or filled with chemicals as a weapon.
While Claire didn’t think Scotland had fallen prey to those tactics, being so far removed from the centralized sources of conflict, she had to proceed as she would anywhere else. After all, rumors still circulated of continued conflict and uses of force, despite the fallout of technological civilization. Groups of wanderers coming together to make their own new civilization and social structure of sorts. Claire avoided what appeared to be large encampments of people for that very reason.
The only person or thing she could trust was herself and, for all she felt safe in this quiet forest of trees, Claire allowed herself a rare moment to let that reality sink in. She’d come to terms with her parents’ deaths quite readily, being young and thrust into new worlds unknown. The vague memories she had of them were pleasant ones and she kept them locked safe away in what she pictured as a small, ornamental box in her mind.
Uncle Lamb had been killed in a bombing raid toward the end of the Last War while he was lecturing at University. At this point, any thought for civilian lives was shot to hell in the attacks on schools, libraries, cinemas, and any other manner of public gathering place. British military had been evacuating mainland Europe when it happened. Claire didn’t find out until she went to Uncle Lamb’s flat and found it dusty and vacant, all belongings looted. He’d died two weeks before.
Frank. The thought of her husband brought her right hand automatically to her left, fingers caressing the simple gold band on her ring finger. Claire had made it home during the evacuation. Frank had not. They’d had little contact throughout the War, partially due to the need for secrecy and partially due to the breakdown in communication technology after the data viruses were set loose. Uncle Lamb always joked that technology would be the end of man.
He was right, Claire thought. She bent to her studiously arranged pile of twigs and dry sticks, pulling the flint and small knife out of her cargo pants pocket. She was about to strike the first spark when a shot rang out, echoing through the trees overhead and all but making her heart stop.
“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ,” she gasped, ducking low and gathering up her pack. Too loud to be a pistol. Not automatic though… Another shot, this one closer and accompanied by yelling from two different directions. The last thing she needed was to get caught in the middle of territory dispute.
Claire ran, keeping as low as she could while trying not to slip down the bank and into the water. She grabbed her canteen to keep it from making noise as it thumped against her side. Another shot, this one even closer….
She’d ran smack into a man hiding in the trees. He grabbed her and wrapped his arms around her to keep her from falling. Or perhaps more, as Claire discovered, to keep her from escaping. She thrashed in his arms.
“Let GO of me you bloody..”
Claire turned, ready to slash at his face, but ceased fighting abruptly. Her first thought was that he was Frank, but that thought vanished as quickly as it took him to shove her to the ground. She felt her palm scrape on a rock of some sort and her pack fell off her shoulder. She sat gaping at him like a landed trout. Seeing him now, she knew it wasn’t Frank. Still, the resemblance…. lean body, brown hair, handsome, and his eyes…
“Who are you?” Claire asked, hoping her voice sounded steady.
“I might ask you the same question and with considerably more justification,” the man replied, moving to stand menacingly over her.
“Just what do you think..?” Claire began, trying to stand up. The stranger put a hard hand on her shoulder, forcing her back down again.
“I am Captain Jonathan Randall, British Army. And you, madam, will stay put.”
Claire had to repress the urge to stand and salute. Instead, she kicked him hard in the shins and whirled to make another run for it. All the air left her lungs as he tackled her to the ground.
“Oh, like that is it? Well…” Captain Randall turned her over, gasping, onto her back and pinned her arms above her head in a viselike grip. Black dots clouded her vision as he put his face within an inch of hers. “Who are you and what are you..”
Whatever he’d been going to ask got cut short as a figure stepped out from behind the nearest tree and clocked Captain Randall in the back of the head, sending him toppling to the side. Claire gasped for breath, the dark spots overcoming her. The last thing she remembered before she gave into them was looking up and seeing a pair of slanted blue cat-like eyes.
So here’s a thing I tweeted about awhile ago, but I wanted to do a
full write up. It’s an interesting botanical thing I figured out about
Here’s four kinds of beans. Last year, I grew three of them!
Aztec Cave Bean keeps appearing under various guises in seed catalogs.
The story goes that this bean was found in a sealed clay jar in a cave
during an archaeological dig in the Seventies. Carbon dated to 1500
Thing is…nobody knows anything about this
hypothetical dig. Who ran it? Where was it? There is no info. Dig on a
forum and you’ll get, “Uh…maybe Berkeley?” And then I went digging
around in Google Books and found a reference to this legend from the 1800s (and the author was skeptical then, too!)*
the Aztec Empire flourished from the 13th to 16th century, which by my
math was at most 800 years ago, so if this WAS true, it’d be a Nahuatl
Cave Bean. But never mind that. Let’s just say I am Very Skeptical.
ones I got were a lovely maroon mottled bean. It looked like they’d
grow into Holstein cows or tiny paint horses. Artist representation
I also grew the Tarahumara Red, a rare bean variety from
the high desert, grown by the Tarahumara people. It’s one of those
varieties that I don’t know why they’re rare–they’re tough as nails. It
produces a small maroon bean with a black ring around the hilum.
(That’s the white mark on the bean, or the “eye.”) The Aztec cave bean
ALSO has a black ring around the hilum, or at least the ones I got did.
I had both these beans and I grew them and at first, all was well.
Aztecs produced and produced, Tarahumara were less productive but they
kept going and going and going and they grew in crappy buckets I forgot
Then an odd thing happened. The Aztec cave
beans…vanished. Suddenly I was harvesting nothing but solid maroon
beans with black hilums.
Okay, sez I! The Aztec beans melted in
the high summer heat and humidity. This was the first year I grew them, I
had no idea what to expect, and some things just melt in our heat.
These are obviously the Tarahumara Reds (I had planted a couple extra
about midway through the season when another set of beans had choked and
And then one day I harvest some beans, shell them, and out
come the Mystery Beans. Maroon bean. Single white splash right where
the sprout would emerge.
I stared at them for awhile.
I finally decided they had to be an Aztec cave bean that just got weird. Okay. These things happen.
I harvested a few weeks later and got dozens more.
I somehow made a cross-breed between my Tarahumara and my Aztecs? Beans
can cross-pollinate, but they usually don’t. Even when they’re grown on
the same trellis, they rarely cross, unlike peppers or squash, who will
joyfully sex up the world. Beans are suspicious of other beans. Peppers
would cross with pine trees if they could reach that high.
then, in late fall, the very last round of beans, suddenly I have Aztec
cave beans again. Little Holstein cow beans. AND Tarahumara Reds.
What the hell just happened?
was baffled. I threw them all in jars and eyed them suspiciously. Had I
found two beans that were star-crossed lovers and crossed easily? Were
these sports? (Some beans are sold with the specific note “Throws an
occasional all-black bean” and so forth.)
And then, browsing seed
catalogs in December, trying to keep my spirits up, I happened on a bean
collector who has been growing beans since, literally, the year I was
born. His site was an obsessive catalog of hundreds of varieties. And
one of them was the Jacob’s Cattle Bean.
Jacob’s Cattle Beans are
an old, old variety. They range from maroon to medium tan, and they are
speckled and spotted and splotched with white. It looks like an acid
washed kidney bean. It was grown by the Passamaquoddy Indians of Maine,
according to legend. Unlike the Aztec, they’re more…flecked, I guess?
Appaloosa horses instead of paints.
What they don’t tell you, what
I learned from our bean collector’s site, was that many, many spotted
beans descend from Jacob’s Cattle types, and that if you grow Jacob’s
Cattle in high summer temperatures, it becomes solid colored.
I can’t know for sure, but I will bet you a dollar that my “Aztec Cave
Bean” is a reasonably modern descendant of the Jacob’s Cattle Bean, and
the high heat in North Carolina turned them solid red. Then, as the
temps cooled, they got the first white splotch, and then finally
reverted to their normal coloration.
“Okay,” you say, “but why do I care?”
have no idea, honestly. It’s neat? It screwed up my counts because I
kept thinking that the hot-weather Aztecs were actually Tarahumara Red,
so I now have no idea what my total counts were and need to regrow both.
But anyhow, I thought it was cool that I finally got to the bottom of my mystery beans.
actually ARE a couple of vegetable varieties found from ancient dig
sites–a very impressive squash was found on the Menominee Reservation
in Wisconsin. They named it the Gete-okosomin, and you can get seeds
now, which I’ll try once I’ve got the Gem Squash reliable.
As Kiran- Teen Titans Volume 3 #89 / As Solstice - Teen Titans Volume 3 #90
- Wonder Girl Volume 2 #1 - Teen Titans Volume 3 #93 - Teen Titans Volume 3 #96 - Teen Titans Volume 3 #97
Kiran is the daughter of archaelogists Vijay and Rani. Together they live in Delhi, India, but due to the work of her parents, she accompanies them around the world in search of artifacts and archaeological sites, such as Australia, Brazil, China, etc. During “The Great Britain Archaeological Conference” in London, she met Cassie Sandsmark, making friends with her instantly. Together, they faced off against Lady Zand -ruler of Zandia- who was trying to steal some of the artifacts in the sample at the Conference.
Later, Kiran is in Mohenjo-Daro, Pakistan, alongside her archeologist parents and fellow archeologist Helena Sandsmark, mother of Cassie. While some of the other researchers have fled the dig site after recent discoveries, the foursome carried on. During the night, Vijay and Rani investigate the site when they suddenly go missing, prompting Kiran to begin searching for them.
The Teen Titans are called in by Helena Sandsmark to helpt them find Kiran’s parents. The team encounters Indian demon Tataka and it is assumed that the demon has a role in the disappearance of Kiran’s parents.After defeating the demon and rescuing her parents with the help of the Titans, Kiran decides to join them.
• Kiran was the last recruit of the Titans before the reboot. • Kiran also possesses a tattoo on her right wrist, which glows whenever she uses her abilities. • She is fluent in Hindi, Punjabi, and English • In total, Kiran appears in 10 numbers of the Teen Titans pre-New 52
I learned things today about Genghis Khan - yes, that guy - that I had no idea I didn’t know. CNN declared him the “Man of the Millennium” a few years back and I now understand why.
He invented a lot of things, including passports, the Pony Express, and the concept of diplomatic immunity.
He had two horsehair “spirit banners,” one black and one white, made from the hair of his best stallions. The black represented war and the white represented peace. These went with him everywhere and in Mongolia, legend has it that the black one still exists.
He set foot inside a building exactly once in his entire life. He lived in tents called gers, or yurts, and dressed like everyone else. He also insisted that his name not be spoken with any particular reverence.
Although he was definitely a bloodthirsty invader who rightly inspired fear in many nations, he never attacked anyone without giving advance notice.
He was a firm believer in the idea of a meritocracy - after removing those in power in a place he conquered, he would install new leaders of those areas based on their individual worth. Sometimes these new leaders would be chosen from among his fellow Mongols, but just as often he would select them from among the people he conquered.
Everyone living in his empire had the right of religious freedom; they could worship however they chose and were never penalized for it.
He had a harem, of course, but that was normal for his culture at the time. His chief wife was a woman named Borte, to whom he became betrothed at the age of eight. He loved her devotedly - before they were married, she was kidnapped by one of his enemies, who raped and impregnated her. Khan fought to get her back, by which time she had birthed a son. He married her regardless and raised his stepson with great kindness.
Because she was his first and most important wife, the four sons Borte bore him were the ones who inherited his empire. They also had daughters, all of whom became pretty important figures. Right up until Khan’s death, he would go to Borte for advice on all manner of things and considered her extremely wise; after his passing, she retained her high status in the empire and continued to advise her sons and other nobles.
Reportedly, he was afraid of two things: wild dogs and his mother’s temper.
He was buried with a treasure so vast as to be beyond counting; it took 2,000 soldiers to dig the burial site. When they returned after his tomb was sealed, they were all slaughtered in order to keep the location a secret. To this day it has never been found.
Pairings: Eren/Mikasa &Levi/Hanji, Shingeki no Kyojin
Rating: T (Language)
Inspired By: Welcome to Jurassic Park, Theme from
Jurassic Park, A Tree For My Bed (Jurassic Park Soundtrack)
Notes: I have far too many favorite movies to
actually have one be all end all movie but Jurassic Park comes pretty close. It’s a movie I’ve loved
since I was seven years old and that will never change. I cried when I watched Jurassic
World in theatres because it was
everything I loved about the first movie. That was where this story came from
too! As I was walking into the theatre I was thinking about this prompt in
particular and thought it might work. And then I saw an image of Levi stuck in
the park with two terrified and slightly lovestruck teenagers like I didn’t
sign up for this but if you think they’re getting a scratch on them you’ve got
another thing coming. I couldn’t resist. I also had to bypass some of the
science stuff to make it less tedious to explain but I figure most everyone
knows how it works lol Also please forgive my dinosaur knowledge. I tried to be
as accurate as I could but I don’t have any access to scientific case reports,
just google ;-;
This was Hanji’s idea. Levi never wanted to step foot off
their site cause they had, you know, a lot of damn work to do but she just
wanted to go on some tropical vacation to an amusement park or wherever the
hell they were going. Of course, not even he was dumb enough to pass up the
grant that Dr. Jaeger promised when he showed up at the dig site for only one
price; Levi and Hanji had to come put a stamp of approval on a park.
Levi never cared for theme parks, especially any dinosaur
themed. They always catered to kids and spewed out false information to excite
people more. He was a scientist; he didn’t spend all those years in school to
entertain children who wanted pet a dinosaur or whatever.
This wasn’t any park though. There were real dinosaurs here.
Levi couldn’t believe his eyes when he stepped out of that
Jeep. He could hardly believe the way the ground shook, the way he heard their
calls in his ears. How could this actually be a thing? How could they be real?
How how how…
Even going through the labs, seeing the babies hatch, being
told this was rea, that Dr. Grisha
Jaeger and his scientists brought back dinosaurs, and seeing it with Levi’s own
eyes, he still couldn’t believe it. Hanji was much more apt to buy into
everything and ask a million questions at the labs that nearly made them miss
lunch. He dragged her away after that.
He was told it was DNA, he was told they were only girls to
be able to control population; he was told everything was safe. He was told him
and Hanji were here to make sure everything looked and felt as accurate as it
could. Levi couldn’t lie, it did look and feel so real that he wasn’t sure what
to believe but the scientifically sound facts laid out in front of him.
First thoughts playing Mass Effect... 10 years since its release
this space travel navmap thing is trippy as balls
no that’s just me
so elodus’s atmosphere is made up of carbon dioxide and nitrogen and you wanna go in because of one single fucking ‘distress beacon’. joker, i can’t even right now.
unless williams is into breath play i don’t see this going well at all
fuck it. okay tali here’s your second chance we’re going in with 0 biotics
wth is a mako and where did it come from i did not consent
so you can survey from space to determine specific rare minerals on planets but you can’t detect giant fucking worms before we land what kind of bullshit detection equipment do we have here
death #1 achieved
i like to think i make for tasty worm food
alright there’s nothing here we’re moving on
where the living fuck is this dig site i’ve been through 4 systems already
the way garrus reminds me to stay hydrated is so endearing i just can’t
there’s an invisible tension b/w liara and tali idk what it is maybe it’s just me but i know the series ending revolves around them somehow and if anyone spoils it i’m gonna get kaidan to lecture you to death