john keats: the lavender in sunsets, flowers in the rain, sunlight slipping through clouds, lazy summer afternoons, the heavy scent of musk, flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books, fireflies on a cool summer night, being wrapped in fresh bedsheets, the ache of wanting what you can never have, dripping sunlight like gold, loving someone so exquisite, soft lips and soft whispers, fingers through hair, names of lovers carved in trees, broken glass, the insistence of being perpetually dreamy
f. scott fitzgerald: mahogany wood, crisp winter skies with cold bright stars, the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog, empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room, pale bruised arms reaching out into the darkness, cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol, a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered, a bad thunderstorm occurring at the end of a beautiful day, the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment, your favorite sweater, parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing, the contrast of blood against snow, a purple split lip oozing blood, black eyes fading to blue to pale skin, the butterflies of falling in love for the first time, the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries, the romanticization of self-destruction
franz kafka: the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future, decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there, the way not even light can escape a black hole, the rich smell of old books, delicate veins in the wrist, ghosts filling lungs, shattered bones, raindrops on the tongue, rusting metal, nostalgia that aches, the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head
h.p. lovecraft: the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave, pouring rain and mud, a child’s fear of the dark, thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never ending ocean, the silence of three a.m., danse macabre by camille saint-saens playing on a record in an empty house, the possibility of aliens and the weird feeling it gives you that you can’t explain, unexplainable phenomena, strange lights in the sky in the dead of night, ouija boards and urban legends
jack kerouac: the brisk pine air of being on a mountain, travels without a destination, those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory, screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive, coffee shops late at night, car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark, naps spent in the sun, novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins, the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders, ignoring flaws and loving life, wind through hair, depression as fog in the brain, impossible ideals, a quiet sunrise, walks alone, when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe, dazzling people, open lands stretching out into infinity, falling in love with being alive
edgar allan poe: the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog, hollow bones, a preserved heart held in hands, twinkling stars above an old graveyard, the way everything turns to dust, silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom, self-inflicted flames, perfection depicted as a rotting corpse, death as bricks in the heart, lips barely brushing against each other, glassy glazed eyes, biting into a lemon, heart-shaped bruises, rotting flowers on a grave, dried blood and spilled liquor, the hush of dusk when it begins raining, the intimacy of a secret
there’s going to be two hits: you hitting him and him hitting the floor. please fight this man. he deserves it. he’ll be too drunk to fight back. knock some sense into him.
ernest hemingway; who wins:no one
he’ll come at you with brute force, and he won’t feel your punches being entirely numbed by liquor. you’ll both fight it out for some minutes before both falling back and arguing who won. even if you definitely did win, he’ll say he won anyway. it’s not worth it. don’t fight hemingway. he’s a prick.
oscar wilde; who wins: him
you won’t necessarily fight physically. you’ll stand there dumbfounded as he rips you apart with poetic sass. you might be able to turn the fight around and grab the upper hand by appealing to his narcissism, but honestly, it’s not worth it. he’ll destroy you with his wit.
edgar allan poe; who wins: no one
why would you want to fight this poor man? he’s so sad and miserable. leave him alone. maybe punch him once for marrying his 13 year old cousin. he does kind of deserve a black eye for that. that’s pretty creepy. but don’t pick a fight, just let him wallow in his melancholy.
chuck palahniuk; who wins: him
it’s not a good idea to fight the man who created fight club. he’ll beat you to a pulp without the slightest emotion and you’ll have to listen to him drone on about consumerism coming from a man who’s made a lot of money off selling products. you’ll wish he’d let you slip into unconsciousness, but he knows how to beat you without killing you.
jack kerouac; who wins: you
please beat the pretentiousness out of him. he won’t fight back but will instead give you a spiel about being in love with life and how you wouldn’t be fighting him if you just looked up at the stars more often. you’ll easily defeat him.
This list was created by comparison of current number of fics with data gathered for the 2015 AO3 Ship Stats. Values are only approximate, but this list gives some idea of the most popular pairings in the last 13 months (from July 2015 to August 2016).
There are 63 M/M pairings on the list, 19 F/M, 7 F/F, 5 Gen and 6 Other.
(Please note that on AO3, ‘Name & Name’ indicates platonic
relationships (Gen), while ‘Name/Name’ is used for romantic pairings.)
Of the 200 names on the list, 34 are women and 7 are characters of ambiguous gender. 49 are POC, and 15 are racially ambiguous.
For more information about the AO3 Ship Stats project, please check out this year’s post, and the accompanying FAQs. A text-only version of this data is beneath the cut.
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