Obsession an idea or thought
that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person’s mind. plural noun: obsessions “he was in the
grip of an obsession he was powerless to resist” synonyms: fixation, ruling/consuming
passion, passion, mania, compulsion, preoccupation, enthusiasm, infatuation, addiction, fetish, craze
So, I have a confession- I have an obsessive personality. I can’t just like something a bit- it’s all
or nothing, go big or go home, everything, everything, everything, to the
exclusion of all other thoughts. (It’s
taken me years… almost decades, really, to work out that when I get really fixated on something, it’s most
likely a sign that I’m… not mentally very well.
It’s so obvious now I
know. I mean, look, mania is even listed
as a synonym for obsession. Anyway.)
This brings me to reading.
I’ve always been an obsessive reader.
When I read something really compelling, I read it and can hardly put it
down until it’s finished… and then it ends (I’ll probably turn back to the
start and read it again to be honest), and I’m left thinking about it. You know the sorts of things I mean- the
things that could have been slightly different.
The things that characters didn’t say, or didn’t do, and the things that
would have happened if they had said or done them. The things that you know happened off the
page, but you never got to see. The
things that probably happened after the last page. Or probably didn’t happen, but they might
have, because who knows? The story is
finished, so there’s no way of finding out, except in your own head.
So when I finish reading I’m often left in a bit of an
obsessive daze for a few days, maybe even a week or two, of thinking of all of
those could-have-beens. I know you think
about these things too, because if you’re here it’s almost certainly because
you’re a fanfic reader, and that’s why we read (and write) fanfics. We want to see what happened next, and what
happened differently, and what could have been if our much-loved characters met
under different circumstances. But if I’m reading a book? Well, yes, I obsess for a week or two then I
get over it and move on to something else, because what else is there to
do? The book is finished, the story is done,
it’s the end.
jungkook is a talented artist, singer, and dancer on top of being extremely hardworking and devoted to his work, and instead of appreciating any of that, half of the people who stan him only like him because he’s handsome. please do not just love him on the outside- love him on the inside, too. he deserves it.
It would be great if people in this fandom actually loved Allura and showered her with the love she deserves instead of coming up with excuses like “it’s heteronormative/racist”, what have you, for why she can’t be paired with any of the guys (somehow Shiro, and only Shiro, was immune to all of the arguments? Still don’t know why but okay).
Show Allura some loving. If Lance’s flirting with her is annoying, make up headcanons about how he realizes that and stops, and they bond, develop and eventually form a relationship together. Band AUs. Friends to lovers AU. Idk, think outside of the box! Bonus if Allura get Lance a sparkly thing rather than the other way around.
You think Keith and Allura’s development is bland? That’s fine! Let’s fix that with them bonding over going through a rescue mission and exploding shit because they’re awesome. Bonus if they hi5 while covered in wounds and blood and nearly collapse afterwards because they really overdid themselves.
Space mom trope for Allura is dead and buried in the ground, but consider: actual space mom Hunk taking care of Allura after she recklessly threw herself in to save Pidge from fire and she pouts through the lecture while he takes care of her burns. Bonus: OT3 with Shay because space rock girlfriend should be loved just as much.
Allura and her partner don’t have to be straight in any of those. Consider: Allura is a multi faceted character, wonderfully written to break many female character stereotypes and a beautiful black girl on top of that. Whoever you pair her off with, it’s not heteronormative. And if that argument didn’t convince you, consider: polyships where Allura is part of it so it’s definitely not straight.
Don’t give me “Allura/*insert character* is boring because they barely interacted” as an excuse as to why you don’t want to develop headcanons for them to fix that because if this fandom can come up with creative headcanons as to altean Lance, Lotor, who hasn’t even showed up, Nyma/Allura, who barely interacted (Rolo/Keith who BARELY interacted), then yes, you can absolutely come up with beautiful headcanons, fic and art as to why Allura/*insert character* can and should happen.
Let go of that internalized misogyny and give this girl the love and support she needs and deserves. #GiveAlluraSomeLovin
On one particular fight, finally exhausted and on his knees, he disengages his saber and brings his hands up. The hydraulic hiss has always been so familiar, so comforting, now it whines like the whistle that’ll announce the beginning of his end. Rey stands over him, Saber held up much like she had on Starkiller base, waiting, always waiting. He pries his helmet from his head and tosses it at her feet.
“There. Are you happy now?” He growls, burning in his own humiliation.
I know that not alot of time has passed from this moment and until they returned to the ship..
But there was definitely time for Kolivan to receive word from Thace and for Keith to change back into his paladin armor… atleast..
Now, I don’t know if the Blade of Marmora have healing pods or not. And I dunno if Keith briefly spent some time in one and that’s why he looks totally fine and all his injuries from being beaten up to the point he fainted, are gone now..
And I’m guessing we will never know what went on there during that short period of time.
What I’m saying is..
Where is all the art of Shiro treating Keith’s wounds as best as he can in this situation and gently helping him out of the BoM suit and into his paladin armor??? Cuz as far as i’m concerned that was totally a thing and no one can ever disprove it.
after reading fanfiction my tolerance was regular books has decreased so much. i mean i know that books are great and all, and i still love them, but where the fuck am i going to find one where i get to have sex with alexander fucking hamilton??
Prompt: Winteriron, "You're surprisingly warm for someone called the Winter Soldier"
This is cute!
Tony sneezed; once, twice. A chill runs up his spine and across his shoulders. It’s currently smack dab in the middle of winter and, despite the heat being circulated throughout all the rooms in Avengers Tower, he still feels cold. He has long since ditched his jeans and well-worn AC/DC tank top for sweats and a hoodie. At this point, he is contemplating gloves or just going to bed.
Cranky, Tony more or less storms his way towards the kitchen on the main floor for a cup of coffee. He’d do hot chocolate, but FRIDAY informed him that Clint drank the last bit earlier that day and didn’t inform anyone. Now the streets were covered in thick blankets of snow and no service would be willing to deliver in this sort of weather. Not that Tony wanted them too. Safety of one’s self and all that.
“Barton’s a lazy ass,” Tony mumbles to himself while shoving his hands, aching from the cold, into his hoodie’s front pocket. “Could have said something.”
It’s nearing midnight now and he had been in the workshop juggling a new circuit board while taking calls left and right from Pepper and Rhodey. Pepper staying in California (that lucky lady!) and Rhodey visiting family overseas, but both making time to talk to him.
Most, if not everyone, has retired for the day. A sort of sleepy mood taking over the superhero residence as the snow drifts from the sky. Steve mentioned something about everyone playing in the snow sometime tomorrow. Probably after breakfast. Clint and Thor were instantly down with that. Natasha only grinned and Bruce offers a small smile. Then there was Barnes who didn’t react much to the idea of being out in the “snowy wonder” as Steve called it. Tony, however, passed almost as quickly as it was brought up.
Snow is cold and wet. Two things Tony hates very much. But at Steve’s fallen face, Tony offers a list of Christmas-themed movies they could watch together. And relaxes when Steve accepts.
Upon finding the kitchen, Tony doesn’t bother turning on the light. It’s his tower. He designed it piece-by-piece and knows where everything is located. Even so, some light is supplied from the hallway right outside the kitchen. Just enough that he can see his coffee maker and just a bit beyond that.
Coffee going, Tony turns to the fridge to grab the milk. Opening it up, he scans the inside.
“We’re out of milk too?” Tony groans.
“It’s on the table.”
Tony jumps. Anxiety coursing through his veins, he turns around and, with the light from the fridge, sees Barnes sitting at the table with a bowl, the new box of Fruit Loops, and the jug of milk.
“Jesus Christ, Barnes! Warn a guy, would ya?!” Tony snaps while closing the fridge.
“FRIDAY, kitchen lights at 25 percent.”
A dim, almost orange, light is suddenly cast over the kitchen. With the light, Tony is now staring at a shirtless Barnes in Bugs Bunny pajama pants who just casually spoons more cereal into his mouth.
“Why are you eating in the dark, Barnes?”
Barnes shrugs. “Got good sight.”
“Oh, well. Warn a guy next time, please.”
Tony blinks. “Right. Well, carry on.” He takes the milk from the table and sets about making himself the perfect cup of coffee all while Barnes chills at the kitchen table eating cereal.
When he’s done, he turns back to the table to Barnes frowning at the box in his hands.
“Uh, what’s wrong?”
“The cereal is all gone.” He ends with a pout.
Tony blinks because that shouldn’t look cute. He blames Barnes’ floppy long brown hair and five o’clock shadow.
“Get another box?” Tony suggests.
“This was the last of that kind.”
“Get a different box?”
“But I liked this one,” Barnes mumbles while scowling at the box like it is the most offensive thing in the world.
Tony’s mouth twitches into a smile.
“Okay, well, I’m gonna’ go watch pre-recorded episodes of Iron Chef America so you’re welcomed to join if you want.” And he walks out of the kitchen.
Moments later, Barnes shuffles out of the kitchen to observe the living room. There’s only an available seat next to Tony. All the other seats were covered in the team’s junk. He tentatively sits next to Tony, back ridged from the close proximity.
“Chill out, snowflake. I won’t bite…unless you’re into that.”
And just like that, Barnes sags into the couch next to Tony. They sit there for nearly an hour when Tony shifts closer. It’s close to 2 AM when Tony just straight up presses against Barnes.
“Something wrong, Stark?”
“You’re surprisingly warm for someone called the Winter Soldier,” Tony replies all mysterious like.
Barnes blinks once, twice, thrice, and then he’s laughing. Tony blinks up at him, sees the mirth in his eyes, and finds himself grinning.
“Whatever you say, Stark.” He brings his arm up and wraps it around Tony’s shoulders and pulls him closer.