i keep trying to memorize every detail of the moments i live in. in the soreness of my legs from standing so long at a concert, the chill of the night, the patterns of a tablecloth, the oily texture in my mouth after eating fried bananas. i keep trying to memorize the feelings, the quiet contentedness, the laughter, the excitement. i keep trying to memorize the people, their smiles, the way they speak, what makes them laugh. i’m constantly on the cusp of the next part of my life and that’s just so.. strange. but it makes it so much easier to find happiness no matter what’s happening to me, in a way? because i’m already kind of looking at life with those rose-colored glasses of nostalgia, simply because i know these are times i’ll never be able to live again, and these are people i might not always have, and that makes it so much easier to appreciate everything i might miss later.
and i know you’re not in love with me, at least not anymore. there once was a time where a blind man could see how much you loved me, now it’s been months since anything more than a goodnight i love you has passed through your lips. i know you’re not in love with me anymore and i pray to god every night that one day you will fall again.
if there’s a god he left a long time go because i keep calling and all i get is the answering machine// 4am
Useful posts on how to write comments for fanfics - [here] & [here]
On a personal note. I’ve
met wonderful people throughout fandoms and by leaving comments. I’ve made
great friends, some even on comment sections, as we shared our enthusiasm for
the same story.
People who like the same ships often hold similar character
traits and life experiences; they’re people who would get you. The bonds in fandoms only strengthen when people meet other
people as humans - and there are fantastic humans waiting to meet you.
Leave a comment. :)
For Data Collected
For this, I’ve used AO3, currently the most popular fanfiction
I’ve taken the first ranked story in each ship, completed, rated
by kudos - since bookmarks on AO3 can be set to private so the counters don’t
reflect the real numbers - to reflect the stories that had the most positive
feedback in their category.
For the comments, I’ve (falsely and intentionally) assumed the
numbers represented are singular comments from singular, different users
(tipping the scales in favor of the commenters). For Destiel, Johnlock and
Spirk I had to pick the second story by kudos, since for the first the
deviation error (assuming the author haven’t replied and there aren’t
discussion threads included in the comments) was far too high for the ratio to
be accurate, and my initial assumption couldn’t be applied. My apologies to the
I can’t believe it’s been almost a year since I was lucky enough to commission zenwisterias/taylordrawsto draw two of my OCs, Kyna and Brandon! I also can’t believe I got too awkward to actually thank her properly??? They’re amazing and I love them, thank you so so much!!!
I’ve been writing and developing these guys on and off for around six years now, so it’s incredible to be able to see them somewhere other than inside my brain. Thank you sooo much Tayor!!!
Now I just have to wait for her to open them again so I can commission the other three OCs in this team ;)
A/N: Celebrating Shawn’s birthday. Feedback is always lovely.
Word count: 4,518
Shawn and I had been living together for a little over four months now. Since Shawn agreed to letting me crash for a week while looking for something new after being kicked out of my dorm, things we didn’t count on happened between us and suddenly, we were practically roommates and enjoyed each other’s company for hours a day.
studied her, taking in her features from afar.
almost memorized her and the way she walked, the way she talked, the way she
would get so lost in her own thoughts in class.
walk to the side closest to a wall alongside Neville Longbottom and her
Hufflepuff friend Lynne. She would make small conversation and express small
emotions. Very rarely would she draw attention to herself, her smiles being
short and sweet and her laughs as delicate as a daisy petal.
She had a
nervous twitch where she would play with her hair in some shape or form,
twiddling it between her index finger and her thumb or curling it around a few
times before brushing it out again.
like rough flirting. He had figured that out immediately when Cormac approached
(Name) and shot out some weird pick up lines, did the thing where he trapped
her between two of his arms and backed her against a wall, and basically told her she had to go out on a date
was obvious when all he received was a hard slap to the face and hard shove
partners in Potions once and Draco
found himself staring at her constantly. She was so gentle, yet she knew how to
stand up for herself.
learned so much about her just by studying her and seeing how she reacted to
the other hand, didn’t even try to approach her. He knew all it would end in
was a rejection, and honestly he didn’t want his reputation damaged… No matter
how infatuated he was with her.
turned his attention from the Hufflepuff girl scurrying to catch up with her
“… Did you hear me?” Blaise snapped his fingers in front of him, causing him to
what you were staring at.” Blaise stated, eyes narrowed. “A chick?”
honestly fanon Lotor is awesome with Lance but…also….keith is awesome…hunk is awesome…pidge is awesome…shiro is awesome…LITERALLY ANYONE YOU SHIP WITH LANCE WOULD BE COOL AS LONG AS THEY LOVE AND SUPPORT LANCE. DON’T LET THIS BOY BE IN AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP. LANCE DOES NOT DESERVE THAT.
Pillow Talk (a James March x Female Reader AHS fanfic)
Fandom: American Horror Story: Hotel
Genre: Smut, but, like…dark. Angsty scary horror smut. It’s AHS, after all.
Rating: R. NC-17. No little ones allowed!!!!!
Summary: After an especially bad panic attack, there’s really only one thing you can think of that can bring you back to normal. And so you draw in a steadying breath, look your lover square in his face, and ask, “How would you kill me?”
Warnings/Notes: This has been rattling around the inside of me head since the start of the month but I’m only just now getting around to finishing it. There’s talk of murder in here, and blood, and suicide, but the sex is consensual and non-coerced, at least? If you can get through American Horror Story you’ll probably be fine.
You were choking.
The walls closed in until they crushed
you. There was no escape, no air, no hope. Your heart pounded in your
chest like a creature trying to escape a cage. It was too fast. Any
minute now it would explode, filling your chest with blood and shreds
of tissue, and you would assuredly die. Already there was a lead
weight on your chest, caving it in, crushing you. You couldn’t sit up
straight, couldn’t draw a breath, couldn’t stop the choking sobs.
You were the only one in the room, but you could feel every foul
presence in the hotel bearing down on you. Each one licked its lips
and bared its teeth and stretched out its grasping claws towards you.
Summary: Canon Divergence. Eighth year without the Veil. The battle between the Old Families arrives before the Humdrum has been defeated. Months after the battle has been fought, Simon comes back to Watford and faces Baz after all that has happened. They’ve always been doomed to lose everything, but maybe some things can be won.
Inspired by this Dutch song. If anyone is ever interested in a rough translation of the lyrics, please tell me and I will post it when the whole story is posted on AO3.
Trigger warnings: It’s pretty damn angsty with scenes that are similar to the forest fire scene in the book (suicidal thoughts/attempts), but maybe a bit more elaborate and thus more triggering. I’m not triggered very easily, so I don’t really know if this might be too heavy, so please be careful and stop if it gets too much.
I don’t smell him. A few months ago, I would’ve known he was there even before I’d reached the bottom of the stairs up to our room. The prickly scent of fire would have made my stomach twist with nausea and my heart flip with excitement.
This time there’s none of that. No fire. No static in the air caused by the constant threat of Simon’s magic overflowing. There’s just nothing.