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MY KLANCE REC LIST!

Hello there! I have never read enough fics on one ship to actually write a rec list, BUT TODAY I CHANGE THAT! After reading 100s (and i really mean 100s) of klance fics, I have found my 5 favorites. I put them in order of the ratings I gave them. I don’t really think any of them have graphic smut either. i hope you enjoy them too! 

-You Don’t Own Me by TheUltimateMaddie

kind of fic: short story/multi chapter 

word count: 16,194

SUMMARY (given by the author): Keith is a top member of the most powerful gang in New York City. Lance is the beautiful Cuban lounge singer who catches his eye. But both have secrets and pasts that are better left unsaid. Will the two be able to find love in the middle of the Prohibition?

my opinions: I’ve been looking for a 1920’s au and this one didn’t disappoint. there aren’t many out there, and I liked that this was pre-written (bc its fucking awful when a fic drops off and iSN’T FINISHED). I just loved how the story makes you so attached to the love they have together? AGH! so amazing. The one thing I would critique is the inaccuracy of lgbtq rights in the 20’s. I highly doubt there were as much as there were in this fic (there was a complete non-chalant tone about it throughout the fic) but once again, it was written in a week. Another great thing about it was the fact and the fact that it was written in a week astounds me and I overall really enjoyed it!

best line: “And for a moment, Keith believed him. ”

~side•note~(FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK)

overall rating: 8/10

-Your Love Has Shown Me Proof by freshia

kind of fic: it’s two chapters and idk what you call that so

word count: 22,483

SUMMARY (given by the author): ““This situation is a bit more complicated than we initially realized.”Lance raises an eyebrow, but Pidge is the one to question that. “Define complicated.”Allura takes no more time beating around the bush, “Well, I received a transmission. Keith and Lance–from the future, that is–would like to have their daughter back.”

or: Lance and Keith deal with a walking spoiler, in the form of a little girl who just wants to get back to her own home.“

my opinions: HOLY FUCK OKAY I’M SORRY IF YOU’RE GETTING BORED OF ME RAVING ABOUT THESE FANFICTIONS BUT ITS CALLED A REC LIST FOR A R E A S O N. lmao anyways, I saw the summary for this one and i knew it would be amazing. I loved how there wasn’t even a lot of klance in it, but that it was about their kid. The only problem I had with it was that I got confused halfway thinking it was an mpreg fic?? i am not about that life lmao. but in the end it was that they adopted them (i think…) tbh it was so wholesome and beautiful and vnjrfegjsivfhjsijghueuri.

overall rating: 9/10

-Reset on the River by jeweniper

kind of fic: one shot

word count: 6,100

SUMMARY (given by the author): Lance has lived his whole life in this town, and accepts some circumstances as fact: History is told by word of mouth. He will never quite feel like he belongs. Their crops are dying, and no one can figure out why. Or maybe he can, assuming he convinces this ferryman to take him to the Land of the Dead.

my opinions: HOLY SHIT??? IT WAS??? AMAZING??? Okay, here’s the thing. I’m not the biggest fan of oneshots myself, because I can never feel how realistic it could be. Like you can’t fall in love so quickly, but maybe you can. idk it doesn’t seem realistic to me. HOWEVER, this fic was able to make a beautful story and setting in just over 6000 words. The only critique i have on it was the ending; it was a bit fast and a bit confusing. OTHER THAN THAT HOLY C R A P

best line: “'My sweet cherry, have the faith in you that I do. I mean, you even found your other stem.‘”

overall rating: 9.8/10

-nothing’s quite as sweet by dimpleforyourthoughts

kind of fic: It’s all in one chapter but its hella long and reads like a chapter fic?? so?? make what you want of that.

word count: 50,370

SUMMARY (given by the author): Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street.

my opinions: oh. my. god. words cannot describe how much I loved this fic. The idea of it was just so simple??? i personally don’t want to tell you about what I thought about it bc I would want you, the person reading this, to have their own experience. There was a whole lot of slowburn in it and it was just genius work.

best line: "It would be great to sink his teeth into an entire fucking pizza at this point, but all he has are the singular can of horseradish and singular can of black olives that sit in the otherwise empty fridge. He doesn’t even like olives, what the fuck.”

overall rating: 10/10

-Of Florists and Tennis Shoes by venpast

kind of fic: LONG-ASS SLOW BURN CHAPTER FIC

word count: 63,775

SUMMARY (given by the author): Lance wasn’t sure if he’d imagined the brief tremble at the corner of Keith’s lips or not, that slight stutter that promised a smile. But before he could guess further, Keith gave his knee a shove and got to his feet. He reached out to him, “I’m done here, and I’ve still got some daisies to sell you.”“Yeah,” Lance agreed, looking down at the extended palm, noting the little Saturn tattoo on the inside of Keith’s wrist where the sleeve hiked. He took the hand, “better not overprice those too, you asshole.”(in which lance is a broke university student trying to impress a pretty girl with flowers, but ends up falling for the florist that sells them instead.)

my opinions: This might have been one of the greatest fanfictions I have ever read. Just the way the author is able to pull out all of the powers of descriptoon. God, the way they describe some things in the fic are just so beautiful. The angst??? Oh my god??? You could literally ask any of my friends “what’s up with your friend and 'of florists and tennis shoes’?” and they will only say how much I screamed about it during lunch period and how it was the only thing I talked about for a week straight. Some of the themes in the story just really stuck to me? Wowow it was just so good.

best line: “But Lance was laughing, head tilted back against the bottom of the counter, with his shoulders rolling and his eyes shut, and his expressive eyebrows drawn in—looking at it, Keith just couldn’t find it in him to regret his decision. Lance, in the dim light of that single hung light bulb, looked happy…”

overall rating: 10/10

Artturi Lehkonen #1

Requested by Anon:  I was wondering if you could do an artturi lehkonen drabble that’s fluffy?? Have a good day😊

*Thank you so so much! I hope this is worth the VERY long wait. Enjoy!! :) and I hope you have a great day as well.*

Word count: 832

Originally posted by puckducky

The apartment was suspiciously quiet for a non-game night. Walking over to the kitchen, you noticed that there was something cooking in the crockpot and chilled champagne was inside a bucket full of ice. It’s not any of your birthdays, you just celebrated your anniversary, and the Habs still haven’t secured a playoff spot so… why is there champagne and pot roast in the kitchen?

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The Contest-Part 24

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only Red, AKA@oriona75.  So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Mark Pellegrino, Rory Montgomery (OC), PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Gemini

The trip to Detroit was quiet and tense.  It was a 14-hour drive, so we decided to stop halfway and break up the trip.  Sam and I got our own room, and Cas bunked with Dean.  It wasn’t clear to me if the angel actually needed to sleep, but I know I sure did.

“If only we could get angel blades and demon knives through airport security.” I joked to Sam as we got ready for bed.

He shook his head. “Dean doesn’t fly.” He said shortly.

“Why not?” I asked curiously.

“He’s terrified of flying. I’ve flown with him twice because we had no choice, and I will NEVER do it again.”

“You mean to tell me Dean Winchester, who has killed countless demons, monsters, angels, and even Death himself is afraid of getting on an airplane?” I began to laugh at the absurdity of it, and I laughed so hard I cried.

That night I dreamed of Missouri again, but this time she wasn’t alone.  There was another person with her, but she was hidden in the shadows, and I wasn’t able to make out her features.

 She whispered to me softly. “Through you, I will have my revenge on Lucifer,”

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Don’t you dare, for one minute,
believe that my kindness makes me
anything but insurmountable.
I did not unzip my chest to every kind of hurt,
and stagger back, wounded and alive,
just to hear you call me weak for trying.
I opened my door to Heartache–
I gave her the fucking key.
My softness for wayward strangers
has made me nothing less
than a halfway house for aching soles.
So when you open your mouth
and call me ‘baby’
understand that I am not your next victim
in a laundry list of broken girls.
You think I don’t know you? People like you?
People with mouths for hands.
I’ve got skin like topsoil
and your teeth could never take root.
So when you go looking to make a plaything
of a sunburst,
you better look for someone with less fire
than me.
Because softness or no,
I will eat you alive
before I let you make a meal of me.
—  Softness, by Ashe Vernon

                              half of 1k followers?? holy shit.

when i first made my original blog, it was back on july the 30th with the url inadspectusmeum, which i never changed. when i moved my blog to here, i adopted the url virvitae, and then helixpulsc, which is my current url. and even though i had to start over regarding followers, here i am, with my roleplaying as j/ack nearly reaching an entire year and the development of his character in that entire time. and over halfway to 1k?? that’s insane!

now i tend to get all mushy mushy with these, but i want to keep this one simple. there’s a lot of people i want to recognise, and many more i’d love to be friends with someday in the near future, and even more i want to roleplay with. so without further ado, let’s get on to the best part! the not so gigantic list. (how i made it smaller than usual? idk)

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What I’m Writing

Tagged by the lovely and talented @chibisquirt!  Thank you!

Do Dis: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever.

1)  Steve’s POV for Celestial Navigation: This is my STH fic.  So far, I’m about halfway through what I am guessing will be Chapter 1.  Steve definitely, 100% does not want to Bond.  That’s a stupid idea.  Nope.  No, Sir.  Not gonna–hey, look at that picture!  Hmmm…really should stop thinking about that picture.  Good luck with that, Steve-o.

2)  What Happens in Vegas:  I haven’t forgotten my fake marriage fic!  I am working on the next chapter, though I admit it is taking me a bit to get my hands around them in that fic again.  So, it is sort of fits and starts.  I know what I want to happen and where I want it to go.  Just have to tug them along a bit unwillingly at the moment.  I’ll get there, eventually.

3) Other Thank You Fic requests:  Back when I hit 1000 followers, I took more requests and I still have a bunch to do, so those are sitting in my inbox rather forlornly at the moment.  I have ideas for a couple of them.  One will be a coda to Catching Lightning in a Bottle that will pick up maybe a year or two later.  There is a hooker!Tony fic that I have a working idea for and a few paragraphs of a start on.  

4)  Stories that I would like to do more with:  I still would love to revisit the Frequency AU and do something with that.  I have ideas, just not sure when that might happen.  I can see Tony slowly going from finding a friend that he can talk to into developing a bit of a crush as he gets older.  Then, Steve “disappears” and Tony is desperately hurt.  Of course, not like Steve didn’t have a good reason , but I think that has the potential to be an interesting set up when Steve is defrosted and they slowly figure out who they were to each other.  Also, if I had infinite time, I’d fix Prima Nocta, because I think there is a really interesting story there and there should be tons more medieval Stony fics, even if I have to write them my own damn self.

I will tag @captainneverever, @festiveferret @ashes0909 @trickyarchangel @the-vorkosigan  and @izazov if they want to play!

Getting back on track: day 5/?

Spent a fair bit of the day doing family things since it was mother’s day and my grandparents had come down from Mt. Gambier. So I didn’t really get started until the late evening but I was reasonably productive when I did.

What I achieved:

  • Finish french assignment
  • Chem practical preparation
  • Bio practical preparation
  • Finish chem lecture
  • Watch bio lecture
  • Check in with science of fiction group
  • Plan for next week (didn’t do this but am halfway through planning my study timetable for the next three months so…)
  • Study for french vocab test (this wasn’t on my plan but I did it anyway)

What I want to achieve tomorrow:

  • Finish planning exam study
  • The rest of the to-do list is kinda based on that plan so TBD
  • FINISH WATCHING THIS GODDAM CHEM LECTURE LIKE OMG IT’S BEEN AGES
halfway through a Wynonna Earp rewatch

and here’s a list of things i’m thinking, in no particular order:

  • i tried to be more forgiving of champ’s character this time. i really did.
  • i might be in the minority here but i sincerely hope that when season two begins, goo!waverly torches all of her high-waisted jeans. for real. i’m having childhood flashbacks and not the good kind.
  • also hey just kidding champ is still a douchecanoe. and the longer i watch him the more he reminds me of my first girlfriend. so there’s that.
  • i am somehow even saltier about the blacksmith’s fate this time around. WE WERE ROBBED.
  • these landscape shots are GORGEOUS. but god it looks cold.
  • salty about fish’s all too brief story, too. like…shit that could have been an awesome arc, y’all.
  • melanie scrofano has the power to make any scene 100x better by inserting a random hand gesture or an eye roll. and you know what? she never lets us down.
  • watching the slow thaw of deputy marshall dolls is a total pleasure.
  • and nicole walking into the bar acting casual while already having her business card in her front pocket, a little creased but ready to go says VOLUMES about her without ever saying anything.

What better way to pledge to bring back the focus than with a Month that starts on a Monday?

As you’ve probably read, @arisingarika and I started a “buddy/check in” goal list for the month on Monday- nothing too crazy: a mile a day (at least 4 days a week) and at least 64 oz of water a day (at least 4 days a week). We both agreed we needed something- anything- to give us some kind of reason to not be lazy all day everyday and this seems like a doable list.

I know it’s only day 3, but so far, so good (I’ve fallen off the wagon on day 1 and 2 before- so baby goals).

I have hit mileage and water Mon/Tues. I just finished 4 miles on the river trail (30 minutes walk/jog intervals, 35 minutes walking). And I am halfway to my water goal for the day.

Current struggle: bingey cravings. After Oso leaves for work I have nothing that I “have” to do, so bored cravings have been perched on my shoulders these last few days. My plan is to fill my time with not only workouts, but writing, wedding planning, and trip browsing  (I love to look at those Groupon Getaways) that plus house chores will hopefully keep me occupied until I find a routine that works for me.

It’s been rainy for the past few days which has been marvelous for my writing motivation. Still moving along on chapter 5/6. The Thing now needs a prologue and maybe an epilogue. I had the goal of 4-5k words per chapter, chapter 4 sits at 7.5k atm and 5 looks to be about as long. It’s getting harder because I know when I’m done with these drafts I need to edit The Thing and that’s just a nightmare I don’t feel like doing but know I need to. And I’m starting at my new job tomorrow so I have limited time. 

So all in all I’m happy with the rain. At least I’ll maybe finish 5 today. 6 shouldn’t cause problems, but what do I know. I hope to be in the editing phase before the halfway point of June.

And in other news, the first 2 gifsets for red week are horrendous and I need to redo/rethink them both but all my motivation slipped down the drain when I saw them again this morning. So it’s more than likely that I’ll not be doing a set for every day. Maybe one or two larger ones though.

Why am I writing this you might ask? I’ve found that if I moan and whine publicly I usually find some motivation or ideas as if by magic. So here’s hoping.

I think I actually managed to do everything I planned to do this week

That’s insane. My energy is still pretty low but I did it all anyway

I am going to list it off because it feels good to do so:

Friday: Laundry

Saturday:

- Slept in (Necessary after this week)

- Did laundry

- Cleaned the bathroom

- Helped my friend for several hours with a game he’s making (very fun time but required an hour to find parking and then giving up and walking halfway)

- Grabbed dinner with him

- Did more laundry

- Cleaned the fish tank

- Painted my nails with my glorious new purple polish

Sunday:

- laundry

- Watched the kids at church

- Quick lunch

- Grocery shopping

- laundry

- Napped for a couple hours to recharge for:

- laundry

- Going to work for four hours

- Calling parents

- Retrieving last of laundry

- Shower, blowdry, and remaking bed

In case you’re wondering about the laundry, I hadn’t done any for three weeks because I’ve been sick.

My blankets and pjs are soft as flower petals

Hello Christmas..

Is it just me or does it feel like Christmas has crept up on us all of a sudden? I swear it was November just a few days ago. Two more sleeps until christmas, and I am not even halfway done. I blame the frequent snuggle breaks, each morning I start to cross out things on my to-do list but then my curious little one year old wanders into the room and it’s “Mommy, I play with me” or “Mommy, I want to cuddle and watch Frozen with you because you’re my best friend” and suddenly I’m a puddle of love and my to-do list is out of the window.  Hopefully today will be the day that I finally finish everything I need to but something tells me that I’ll be sat here the same time tomorrow with the same predicament. 

How’s your holiday preparations coming along?

Why didn’t anybody warn me that These Inconvenient Fireworks is so fucking good. Halfway through and the tears are just running down my face. The only other Fic that made me so unexpectedly cry like this was “I fucking love you. I love fucking you” in 210 days. Thank you to whosever Fic rec list I finally found the PDF on. I don’t even remember but I know I knew I had to read it because my Fic rec fairy god mothers @larryappreciation & @lads-laddylads & @jimmytfallon always put it on their favs lists. This is a lot.

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A KALE & CARAMEL THANKSGIVING: BROWN BUTTER CITRUS SWEET POTATOES.

I don’t know the recipe. Somewhere, under a pile of mildewed books and dust as thick as a caul, somewhere in the rubble of my and my father’s past lives, lies the binder I’m looking for, and inside it, the recipe I need. But we’ve tried. We’ve tried to find it, dug into cupboards and rearranged shelves—the binder my mom kept all her recipes in is just not with us. And neither is she. And this is the first time since she died that I am making a Thanksgiving dish that was hers. I don’t know the recipe. But here we are.

Driving the early morning streets of LA, I scroll through my mental list of people who might have cooked with my mom—my aunts, but they won’t know it, friends, but so few would’ve had that precious kitchen time with her.

Jan. My mother’s best friend.

I hold down the home button on my phone til Siri dings, then say “Call Jan Osterneck, mobile”. Siri pings back at me cheerfully, and I get Jan’s voicemail. Halfway through leaving my message, Jan beeps in on the other line. “Was that a pocket dial?” “No! I was calling you! Hi!”

We beam telephonic smiles at each other.

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Warning Signs

Halfway in the middle of kneading and seasoning a pair of prime steaks on the cutting board, Tucker’s phone decided it was the perfect time to start ringing and buzzing around the kitchen counter. 

‘It’s been so long, I’ve been out of my body with you I feel alone, feel at home, feel like-’

Tucker tapped the screen with a pinky he guessed was least covered in juices and put the call on speakerphone. “You got Château La Foley and Fenton.”

Danny’s tinny voice piped, “Hey! Why am I listed second?”

“Because I’m the one always slaving over a hot stove,” Tucker said. He took the opportunity to check the state of the broccoli steaming on the stove and shouted over shoulder. “Speaking of which, this better be one of your ‘I’m flying at mock five and will definitely be here before the expensive steaks get cold again’ calls.”

“Tuck-”

“Dude, don’t you dare-”

“I’m really, really sorry Tucker, but it’s Walker. Him and his goons are back in full force. I even had to call Danielle and Val for back-up.”

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WHAT THE FUCK I HAVE BEEN ON 8 HOUR GIGS AND PRACTICING TO START ALEXIS MASTERSON FASHION SHOWS AND I DIDNT GO ON A DATE WITH YOU FOR ONE FUCKING DAY BECAUSE I WENT ON 5 GIGS IN LAS VEGAS AND LA AND PUNTA FUCKING MITA AND SOHO AND YOU PULL ME WITH THIS SHIT? I WAS OVER HALFWAY THROUGH TO BEING YOUR GIRLFRIEND AND IF YOU FUCKING THINK I AM SPENDING HALF OF MY CHARMS TO PLEASE YOUR B-LISTING ASSHOLE THEN YOU SHOULD GO TO THOSE UGLY ASS CAMO PANTS YOU WEAR ALL THE FUCKING TIME THAT SHOULD BE STUCK UP YOUR GRANDMOTHERS ANUS AND STICK THEM RIGHT IN THE HEART OF YOUR FAILING CAREER I WOULD HAVE BEEN THE BEST THING YOU EVER HAD, FUCK YOU GABRIEL MY OUTFITS ARE FUCKING HOT YOU JUST ACT YOU’RE TIMMY FUCKING TURNER AND WEAR THE SAME OUTFIT EVERY DATE THEN ASK WHY I’M NOT EVEN TRYING IN MY 2000$ OUTFIT ALL MY MANAGERS FUCKING ADORE YOU NEVER MADE ME FEEL LIKE THE ONLY GIRL IN THE WORLD EITHER WAY, CUNT