So I’ve been listening to Welcome To Night Vale for the last, probably 3 years or more now, and I’ve never been able to articulate why I love it so much now. In the beginning I loved it for the same reasons everyone else did: the mystery, the horror, the absurdity. But I’ve seen lots of people stop liking the show because so much of that mystery is gone, or has since become mundane. But I’ve continued to love this show because of that familiarity. That no matter where I go, Cecil Palmer will always be there to inform me of the goings on of our favorite desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and strange lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep. In that way, it’s comforting.
In a phrase, it’s a home that isn’t a place. And it’s beautiful
Season 4, the case of the missing Watson, and why BBC John doesn’t love Sherlock
So yesterday I was reading @silentauroriamthereal‘s Best of Three, again (it’s a really good story!). And I realised that the John in that story is pretty much a total dick. He’s incredibly patronising and self-congratulatory about being such a wonderful friend to Sherlock etc etc etc, all the while being actually unimaginably cruel to Sherlock.
And I left a comment to the effect that I loved the story but hated John, and she very kindly replied that she thought it was pretty in character and I had this absolute oh my god moment because she’s bloody right, isn’t she?
And somewhere between Season 4 and Best of Three and SilentAuror’s comment, I think the scales sort of fell from my eyes with regards to John and the show. It’s not that Season 4 ruined John. Season 4 was the logical continuation of where they had taken the character, arguably from the second episode. Go back and look at the way John talks about and treats Sherlock, all the way back to TBB. Try to reconcile the way John talks to and about Sherlock with the way Watson talks to and about Holmes.
Season 4 John is not out of character. Not for BBC John. It’s extreme, but it’s not actually out of character. We think it is, but I think that we have good reason for that. In my specific case, I knew and loved the canon long before BBC Sherlock came on the scene. I know Watson, and I know how he feels about Holmes. So when John acted the way he did in Season 4, I thought it was awful, and terrible, and it came as a shock to me. Before Season 4, when John acted in ways that Watson would not have, I was like “well, maybe he’s just having a bad day’, but Season 4 made me realise that Watson hasn’t been having bad days, Watson has never been here at all.
We think that John is better and wiser and kinder than he is because we spend more time with the wiser, kinder versions of John Watson that we see in the canon and in fanfiction. We’ve been blinded by those Watsons to the truth of John’s character in the show.
And that leads me to another conclusion. BBC’s John doesn’t love Sherlock. We think he does, because Watson loves Holmes, and whether you think that it’s platonic or romantic or sexual or whatever, you can’t deny that there is love there, but John? He doesn’t love Sherlock.
I think he wants Sherlock. I think he’s addicted to Sherlock. To the cases and the life they lead and the danger and all of it. And I think that, like any addict, he hates Sherlock and everything that comes with him, and hates that he needs him. And that’s why the morgue scene happens. Because John, unlike practically every other Watson in history, does not love Sherlock Holmes. Because John wishes that he had never met him and wishes that he could live without him, and knows that as long as Sherlock is alive, he will never, ever be able to leave him for good.
Which means that yes, they really did do TPLoSH all over again, with a gay Holmes desperately in love with Watson, who doesn’t love him back. Except they dialled it up to 11, because everything has to be bigger and louder and hurt more, and instead of a straight Watson who still loves his Holmes, they have given us a John Watson of ambiguous sexuality who not only does not love Sherlock, but actively despises him.
(I also have some thoughts about how Sherlock has been moving toward becoming Holmes over the course of the series, while John moves further and further away from being Watson, but I’ll save that for another time.)
Y/N: Sorry this one’s kinda short, I just did a little drabble (but it’s longer than a series chapter) let me know if you want a part two maybe and I’ll whip something up ok love you guys!!! And btw some of these requests I’ve been getting lately are super amazing I love em I love you xoxo
Anonymous said: Hi! Can I request a josh dun x reader where they’re at the Grammys and Josh goes with her and he is very happy to show her girlfriend to the world? Please 😁
Staring at yourself in the mirror, you examined your dress, your makeup, your hair, everything about you. You had to look perfect. There would be millions of people watching you, eyes fixed on you, giving you the title of the girlfriend belonging to the one and only Joshua William Dun of Twenty One Pilots. And completely honest, you were not ready at all. Josh was handsome and hot and talented and famous and you were, well, you. Your smile faded away as you looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to take a deep breath and search for that lost self-confidence, closing your eyes and beginning to tell yourself you looked just fine when you felt two arms wrap around you, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck before resting on your shoulder and whispering in your ear. “You look absolutely gorgeous, y/n,” Josh murmured quietly before placing a quick kiss on your cheek. “Damn I don’t think I’m going to let you leave the house looking like that.”
“Whatever,” you giggled, turning around and looking up at him, both of you sharing a rather passionate kiss. When you pulled away, you stared into your eyes. “Really? I look okay?”
“Okay?” he raised his eyebrows. “You look absolutely stunning.”
“You sure?” you insisted.
“I swear,” he chuckled. “Gosh, I have to give it to Jenna, you do look really amazing in yellow.” It had been Tyler’s idea for the two of you to wear bright yellow dresses to match Josh’s new hair. While you seemed a little skeptical at first, Jenna insisted, saying it complimented your eyes, and even dragged you out to a shop for the day to go searching for the perfect one for you.
“The dress looks like Belle’s from Beauty and the Beast,” you nodded, twirling around in it once, the fabric flowing around your legs and Josh’s smile grew even wider.
“Exactly,” he grinned. “You’re a princess.”
“More like the beast,” you teased.
“Oh shut up,” he rolled his eyes, pulling you into a huge hug. “I’m not lying when I say you look like the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“You’re too kind,” you smirked. “Now come on. Let’s hurry over there and kick butt! I bet you’re going to win more than one!”
“We’re lucky if we win one,” he laughed. “But I agree, we should head over.”
When you were both driving to the venue, you could feel something was off. Josh kept biting his lower lip, knuckles turning white because he was clenching the steering wheel too hard, or constantly darting his eyes around nervously. “You okay, babe?” you raised an eyebrow, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Huh?” he whipped his head around to look at you when he reached a stop light. “I’m okay.”
“You look nervous as hell,” you softened your eyes.
“I am,” he admitted. “I’m scared to death.”
“Don’t worry,” you soothed. “You look amazing, your music sounds amazing, and you guys are amazing. I know you’ll win.”
“Yeah, but everyone will be staring at me,” he mumbled. “A million eyes all watching me if I go up on that stage. Even if I don’t. I have this bright yellow hair and these gages and-”
“And they’re all tiny reasons that add up to why I love you,” you reminded.
“I feel like I’m going to look like a fool,” Josh whispered. “I mean, I already do in this tuxedo and bowtie.”
“Don’t say that,” you argued. “You look like Prince Charming. Perfect for a princess like me, right?”
“Right,” he smiled. “I just don’t want to mess up.”
“Sometimes I wish I could just punch your anxiety in the face,” you frowned.
“Yeah,” he sighed. “Me too.”
“Look sweetie, you’re going to do absolutely amazing,” you reassured. “And besides, I’ll be right there beside you. Got it?”
“Definitely,” he nodded, turning into a parking spot. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. Gosh, I can’t even believe we got this far.”
“I’m so proud of you guys,” you beamed.
“We’re just two guys from Columbus, Ohio. We were literally just playing in front of handfuls of people in a basement and now we’re selling out Madison Square Garden, being televised nationally, and now we have a chance at winning a Grammy. That’s absolutely insane,” he sighed, parking the car and staring at you. “I don’t even know how it happened.”
“I’m so happy for you,” you kissed him on the lips. “Ready to add another accomplishment to that long list?”
“You bet,” he agreed.
When you arrived, there was already plenty of people there. Luckily, you hadn’t spotted anyone else wearing such a bold shade of yellow, and it made you excited and happy. It wasn’t long before a teenage boy was running up to Josh, huge smile plastered on his face. “Hey, uh, I was wondering if maybe I could get an autograph, please?” he wondered, grinning up at Josh. “I’ve been listening to your music for years. I’m a huge fan.”
“Absolutely,” Josh nodded, receiving the marker and piece of paper he handed him.
“So who’s this lucky lady?” the boy asked.
“Oh, y/n?” Josh laughed, tugging you right at his side and wrapping an arm around your waist. “This is my lovely girlfriend.”
“Sweet,” the boy grinned. “She’s very pretty.”
“Isn’t she?” Josh beamed. “You know, before we came here she was being all flustered acting like she didn’t look good in this dress. Can you believe that?”
“Josh,” you turned red, stifling a chuckle.
“You guys are the perfect couple,” the boy laughed. “Thanks so much for the autograph, Josh.”
“No problem,” he reassured. He ran away happily and you slapped Josh on the arm.
“Why’d you say that?” you joked.
“What? Say that you’re beautiful?” he raised an eyebrow. “Because you are.”
“Flirt,” you smirked. “Come on, let’s go look for Jenna and Tyler.”
“Wait! Joshua Dun!” an interviewer raced up to the two of you, microphone in hand, a camera crew following close behind. “My name is Stacey. I’m a reporter here tonight, I was wondering if you would be open to sharing about the lovely lady you brought with you tonight possibly? She isn’t a familiar face, but she definitely will be remembered after tonight. That’s a lovely dress dear.”
“Thanks,” you blushed.
“This is y/n, she’s my girlfriend,” Josh presented you and thrust out his hands, waving them up and down as if he was selling a product or showing a prize on a gameshow. “She’s the only award I need tonight.”
“How sweet,” Stacey gushed. She shook Josh and your hand and then grinned back at the camera. “Look at these two love birds.”
“Love birds indeed,” he chuckled, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “But I think it’s time for us to fly away now.”
“Oh yes, you two run along. I think Tyler and Jenna are over by the red carpet,” she informed. “Good luck tonight!”
“Thanks so much,” Josh responded, linking his arm with yours and plastering on a smile. “Come on my little chickadee, we’ve got a lot more stuff to do before we win that Grammy.”
“Chickadee?” you giggled. “You’re awfully cheerful now.”
“I’ve got good vibes,” he shrugged. “Oh look! There’s Tyler and Jenna!”
“Where?” your eyes instantly darted around in search of the matching bright yellow, and when you saw her, your face lit up. “Goddammit she looks like a Queen.”
“You look better,” he whispered in your ear with a sly smile as you approached them both. You were about to protest but Josh was already unlinking his arm from yours, engulfing Tyler in a huge hug, and Jenna approached you with a huge grin.
“Oh my goodness gracious, y/n!” Jenna exclaimed. “You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale, sweetheart.”
“Me?” you laughed. “Look at you!”
“She looks smoking,” you could hear Tyler whisper to Josh. “I could barely breathe when she walked out of the bedroom.”
“I know, same here,” Josh agreed in a low murmur. “She didn’t even notice me staring at her from the doorway. Dude, I was floored.”
“I don’t know but I think we should start doing more of these Grammy things if they’re going to look as hot as this,” Tyler teased.
“Hey!” Jenna snapped, giving him a playful tug on the ear. “You boys should work on your whispering skills. We can hear everything.”
“Then that just means you’ll know how much we think you look so freaking sexy tonight,” Tyler smirked, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her closer. “Right, babe?”
“Sure,” she rolled her eyes, planting her lips on his for a kiss. A couple flashes went off and Josh chuckled.
“Come on guys,” he laughed. “Let’s keep the PDA to a minimum.”
“Shut up,” Tyler narrowed his eyes when he pulled away from the kiss, squeezing Jenna’s hand before letting go. “I bet you guys are going to be all over each other by the time we sit down.”
“It’s the Grammys,” Josh argued. “We have to be well behaved.”
“Well behaved,” Tyler scoffed. “Like that’s something we know how to do.”
“You’re being so silly,” Jenna sighed.
“Just wait until we take our pants off,” Tyler winked. “Then it will get real.”
“What?” you and Jenna both exclaimed at the same time.
“Nothing,” Tyler reassured. “Just a joke.”
“It better be,” Jenna warned.
“Sure…” Josh smirked, leaving both of you curious of what the hell that meant.
Summary: You and Chanyeol go way back, and are best friends. It’s become routine for you to come over to the dorms whenever you have a fight with your boyfriend, but lately, he’s been pissed off at you, and you’re not quite sure why. Scenario: angst, fluff Word Count: 6,917
dicta do you have any larry fic recs? nothing specific but just any fic that you loved a lot? thank you, your opinion on fics means a lot to me, and i feel like you'd probably know the really good ones!
Oh my gosh anon I love the wording of this ask so much. I’ve
been meaning to make a larry rec list for going on a year but it just
feels so official/overwhelming? But this, fic I loved a lot??? I can absolutely
do that!!! and aaaaah there are SO MANY!!! I am not as organized about larry fic as drarry fic so
this is, basically, like, a list of fics that stuck in my brain and/or
that are all so so good. SO GOOD! (and tbh there’s a whole other list of stuff that i’d rec but would want to reread before attempting commentary, and I have so many things marked for later and like….yeah….there’s a lot of good fic out there) And really, what better rec is there than “this is a fic that stuck in my brain and/or heart”?? Everyone should read them all!!
an act of faith against the night by @elianefics - M, 65k - It’s a clear path, drawing itself in Harry’s mind – where they
began, how they ended up here. It’s not hard to convey all the events
that led them to this very moment, with all of their twists and turns,
not when Harry has been going through them again and again every night,
albeit searching for something else.
“Did you know?” When Harry replies, it’s a question, not an answer. “Did you know, that it would end like this?”
[Harry and Louis had never imagined that, when they would finally go back to New York, it would be as spies.] (part two of the landscapes of war series)
war from ‘a prayer for which no words exist’ (recced below!) is over,
or at least as over as war can be for the people who were there, which
is to say….not all that over, just taking different shape. I have endless
love for the way this fic treats that aftermath, the way it shows how
deeply and irreversibly harry and Louis were shaped by being fighters,
and it is a stunning mix of beautiful prose and important ethical
questions. It also does some really fascinating meta work with Simon
Cowell, the Azoffs, and the Cordens taking on central roles in the
post-war nation-building project. It’s a lot for one fic to do, and this
one manages it beautifully, and throws in some more beautiful NYC
cityscapes, heartaching and conflicted nostalgia, and taut but
unwavering H/L love, you know, just for good measure.
another hazy may by deLILAh - M, 41k - louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six
weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop
meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet
boys, and underrated literary devices.
It’s been over a year
since I’ve properly read this all the way and I can still see parts of
it as vividly as if it had been last night. Harry’s hair, cigarette
smoke curling upwards, hardwood floors, the rhythm of Harry’s feet as he
runs to stay in shape for the job that will take him away from Louis,
the feeling of seconds slipping away, and each of them more precious for
being so few in number. This is one of those fics that made me
nostalgic for somewhere I’d never been - except who hasn’t felt as
though time was moving simultaneously quickly and too slowly, as though
there is something precious that could fall apart at any second? And
that’s one of many things this fic does beautifully: gives us the
universality of their story, and reminding us of our own.
Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart by @conscious–ramblings
- M, 19k - Louis and Harry had been childhood best friends, but
had been separated by evacuation as the city they grew up in was
destroyed around them. Now, twelve years later, they are both back in
London, and through chance they meet again. In a time when you can’t
admit to being gay, for fear of arrest, admitting to your best friend
that you love them seems like an insurmountable obstacle.Featuring boxer
Harry and mechanic Louis, much pining, and a lot of post war Britain
often a moment in fic where they’re trying to figure out if the other
one is gay and/or available, that’s full of a certain kind of tentative
hope because there’s some kind of attraction there and what if, what if
it was everything they think it might be? This fic takes that to 11 in
the most meaningful way, because it’s the 40s, and being gay is a crime, and it’s not a question of whether they’re reading the right signals - neither of them can
afford to send any - but of trying to accept that it could never, can
never be. Set against absolutely simmering chemistry (the moment Louis
first sees Harry in the ring is a thing I’m still not over) and
wonderful research and settings (loved the feel of it, the way it all
came to life, how present the remnants of the war were as they went
about their lives) and fab secondary characters (Niall is a gem, and Liam is so how I think of him, and really everyone was just perfect) and
this incredible click where you can feel the ease and understanding
between them, feel the sense that they are destined and absolutely
belong together…it takes that tension and longing, already at an 11,
to a 12, and the ending is cathartic and beautiful and means so much
more for knowing how rare and lucky and precious that moment is, and how
much they’re willing to risk, and how it’s kinds of risk that are sometimes very specific to being queer in a moment when it’s illegal and how many of them are universal, and how incredible and enormous and moving a thing it is when both kinds of risk pay off.
Don’t Look Down by zarah5 - M, 92k - AU. In which Louis is a solicitor at one of London’s most prestigious
law firms and Harry happens to apply for the position as his trainee.
And everyone else is around, too.
Harry is unbelievably
charming here, and it makes total sense that Louis falls for him, and as
the story unfolds the clarity and meaningfulness of their connection
gets more and more apparent even as Louis is fighting it tooth and nail.
But it’s not miscommunication and it’s not self-loathing, it’s that Louis’ reasons are genuinely thoughtful and important (professional
ethics!!!!!! With real implications!!!!) and that they’re genuinely in a
difficult position and can’t be together without betraying things that mean a lot to both of them, which made me love this version of him even more and
root for them that much harder. And I was already rooting for them
pretty damn hard. They fit together beautifully from the first,
understand each other on so many levels, are drawn together just
magically…and then there are these beautiful moments (Venice omg) and
heart-wrenching moments (after that dinner and that one morning and then
that other one omg) and hold-your-breath moments (what is Louis gonna
dooooo) and heart-pounding momebts, and I could not put it down.
Fake you’re full and feel tomorrow by theglitterbee
- NC-17, 21k - Louis is a high class prostitute and the best at what
he does. Harry is a hard to please 17 year old who wants to give himself
completely to another man. [It contains prostitution, d/s, daddy kink,
silly banter and two idiots in love.](The one with the text messages.)
this is gonna sound like a weird rec but bear with me. this fic was one of the first 1d fics I read, and on face
is almost entirely made of things i don’t like, and yet, here it is. It
did that alchemical thing where it just worked and it did all
these things really well - like daddy kink was 100% squick for me before
this and it’s still like 80% squick but this fic explained it in such a way
that i got it and could understand it and see why it worked for them and what it meant for them and that psychology made it work (and made me get why it was hot? which is pretty massive for something in the squick category).
and i was hesitant about their ages but it wound up being (i think not unrealistically) part of a fundamental kind of self-discovery that was part of why things between them felt so critical and important. and i was v skeptical about social media stuff in fic but this one did it
so well that i got it and felt like it really enriched the story and showed a particular kind of progress and dynamic in their interactions that needed to be done that way (and wound up being really cool and impressive). and i
was nervous about the potential for the dynamics to not work but they are both full people
who needed each other in this very specific way and fit together
beautifully and it did some of the best stuff kink fics do imo, where the kink reveals something about who they are and what they need and why they work and who they are individually and together, and so
here we are, a fic with tags i wouldn’t usually touch, reccing away and
considering a reread. this kind of rec can be kind of ~, i know, but the tl;dr is that this fic is so good it overcame every hesitation and left me totally engaged and impressed and invested.
Hold Me Closer by balanceds - NC-17, 36.5k - Louis Tomlinson is one of the most promising dancers of the English
National Ballet, on track to become the youngest principal dancer in the
company’s history. That is, until forces conspire to significantly
complicate his life, including: a surprise ballet, an unfairly
attractive guest choreographer, and being pushed into a rivalry with his
best mate. Featuring lots of wine, dancing, pining, and a happy ending.
was so surprised when I looked up the word count for this bc I would
have sworn it was at least twice as longc there is so much story, and so
much development, and so many moments that stick that. Watching Louis
come to terms with who he was as a dancer and and person was this
beautiful process that was so rewarding to read, and it was unusual and
fresh in this way I really want to talk about but really don’t want to
spoil. Along the way there is spectacular chemistry, zayn and Louis
taking on gay swan lake, so much yearning and despair and happiness and
reckoning and growth, an amazing and deeply satisfying Simon moment, and
one of those h/l relationships where they make each other strong.
like a boomerang by @youwilll -
M, 52k - AU in which Harry gets trapped in a lift, Louis gets stuck in a
Wednesday, and it’s always February 2nd. Until it isn’t.
fic is so so utterly charming in like nine different ways. Harry and
Louis slot together so beautifully you can practically hear the click,
and then they do it again and again and somehow every time feels fresh
and important, and through it all the stakes get bigger as Louis
contemplates the meaning of their repeated day and all of these deep
questions sneak in, and a bit of a mystery, and a bunch of
self-discovery, and a bunch of personal growth as Louis learns and thinks, really thinks, about what he needs to do, and realizes how willing he is to do it. It was so perfectly balanced between being gentle
and exciting, between destiny and action, between grand gestures and quiet moments, and it settled like a warm blanket and I looked forward to every chapter so much. And then, at the end…it was one of those stories that
made me want to add and place to my travel list because the relevant
moments are so well located and satisfying that you just want to be
there, and it captured this particular instant - the way it wound sound and smell and how the air would feel and the electricity of it - so vividly. Lovely through and through.
Love Is A Human Right by @conscious–ramblings - M, 41k - The one where Louis has spent years getting over his
ex, Harry Styles, and was almost successful. That is until Harry is
elected as an MP, and Louis is given the task of getting him to support
an Act of Parliament. Through tears and arguments and a heavy
dose of LGBTQ+ politics, their lives finally line up. Will Louis be able
to forgive? Will they still want the same thing? It’s difficult to let
go of five years of hurt, but even more difficult to be close to the
love of your life and let them walk away again.
This fic is basically
everything I want in a fic, but together so amazingly well that I would never be able
to put into a prompt because it’s the *how* that makes it so perfect. I
mean, politics, check, LGBTQ politics, check, larry, check, vivid
settings, check, emotional stakes, check, pining, check, everything,
check. But the kicker is the beautiful complexity to all of it, that the
story really truly understands the complexity of coming out and why people do and why they don’t and what it mean and how it works and the
ways it plays out in queer communities, and these gay leads aren’t incidentally gay, but engaged in identity and politics in a way that
feels true and resonant, and that manages to both say really important things about queer communities and tell a beautiful love story about coming to terms with who you are and what you stand for and how love shapes (but doesn’t always determine, and I love that about this fic too) your priorities. Then add some simmering UST and simmering RST (hot damn i mean really) and
viscerally, deliciously painful pining and hilarious side plots (SGIL!! Ziam!! Nick’s guessing games!!) and a background story that had my heart twisting for them from the first and settings that felt so real they were popping
back into my head for weeks and just…superb. Superb.
in NYC! Another one that I will admit fit my interests beautifully but
it’s the execution that makes it work so beautifully. From the second
they meet, there’s an urgency and fragility to Harry and Louis’
relationship that is a perfect fit for the politics and the newness of
it all. At the same time, their connection is so certain and solid, and
whether they’re waking up in the Brooklyn penthouse loft that I am still
not over or getting ready to run into battle, their love casts
everything else into relief and brings out some of he human consequences
to why people fight and what they have to gain or lose, and shows what
all they’re risking. Left me breathless in the best ways, and so glad to
have gone on this journey.
Pull Me Under by zarah5 - NC-17, 140k - AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the
prime of his career, it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term,
committed relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring
Niall as Louis’ favourite teammate, Liam as Louis’ agent, and Zayn as
Liam’s boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry
This was the fic that tipped me right over the
precipice and properly into the fandom; how could I not rec it? Even if I
wasn’t personally attached, how could I not rec it? It’s so bloody
beautiful, watching Louis come to terms with the idea of being out, and
to take steps towards it, and to see how his interactions with Harry
change that and what develops between them. The pacing is amazing, the
depiction of internalized homophobia is chest-tightening in the good
illustrative moving way, the world is so immersive (like I went to get
the link and 20 minutes later I was still reading and totally
entranced), and their relationship 100% made my heart sing, in both the
big triumphant moments and the little ones.
things have gotten closer to the sun by starseas - M, 49k - it’s strange, making the choice to face his past—it
almost feels like he’s heading for the sun straight on, like he’s
screaming come on and burn me, i deserve it.-when a solar
flare is announced to end the world in twelve days, harry reunites with
the people that he used to know better than the back of his own hand.
not even entirely sure what to say about this fic that won’t give it
away or send people running because here’s the thing: it is
heartbreaking. It is worth it. It is sad, yes. It is also exhilarating
and beautiful and about why love, platonic and romantic, makes the risks
worthwhile, and how we know, viscerally know what is important to us.
Real talk pt. 1: read it because I had terrible pms and really needed to
cry. Real talk pt. 2: it worked, in that very particular way thar also
made me sit and think about who and what is really important and had me
sobbing in the best, most cathartic way. That lasting, deep way that’s
making my chest a little tight just thinking about it, but that also
means that I can smell the snow and feel the frost and see the
brilliance of the sun and feel the boys’ love as - more - constant than
the sun, and what the heck else could you ask for?
These Inconvenient Fireworks by mdasch and everydayslike - NC-17, 190k - Future AU in which nobody tries out for X Factor but the boys end up
finding one other eventually anyway. Louis is a jaded bastard who owns a
cat named Duchess and teaches drama to teenagers, Harry is an
idealistic aspiring photographer/part-time footy coach, Zayn teaches
English lit and wears leather jackets, Liam saves people from burning
buildings, and Niall is Niall.
this is one of the top ten
most affecting things i have ever read in my life. i don’t know how. i
don’t know why. i do know that i couldn’t put it down for days and wound
up finishing it in a blanket fort on a friend’s couch at 4am, literally
doing that feet-kicking thing where you’re so full of feelings you
can’t actually physically contain it but have to be quiet and still
because the rest of the world is asleep during your emotional
revelation. it restored my faith in love and hope. i am still not
recovered from the thing on the soccer field at night before the train
or the star tattoo or harry taking picture after picture or basically
anything about it. clear your calendar if you have to but read this fic
and then pls come talk to me about it because like i said i am deeply affected and possibly forever changed.
walk my days on a wire by sunshiner - M, 38.5k - Harry hums, staring at his hands in his lap, and Louis
can still feel their smoothness, how solid they were in between his own.
“Do you think it’s the same for us? Are we here only because of the
likeliness of our jobs? Of our lives?” “We’re here because we have
inventive managers,” Louis says, giving Harry’s leg a little nudge with
his knee, but all that’s going around in his head is, I think I’d be in the same spot in every possible universe. or, when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind.
this one moment in Cannes when they kiss and I both really want to talk
about it bc it is amazing and really would not dream of talking about
bc you have to go read it yourself. So like the summary suggests,
they’re in a fake relationship, and they know that that’s what it’s
supposed to be, but of course - of course - there’s more to it than
that. Like instantly more in this way that you can feel rolling off the
screen, that is about sexual chemistry but also a certain kind of very
precious fitting together. Watching them see themselves through each
others eyes is beautiful, as is seeing how much it means to them to have
someone else who understands the pressured of this rarefied,
panopticonic world of celebrity, and who loves and validates the ott
celeb performer and the human underneath the facade. It’s interesting to
read in the context of this fandom, and entirely universal at the same
time - who doesn’t want a partner who can love them at their most
extreme and most mundane, most accomplished and most afraid, right in
the middle of a stadium or right in the middle of taking up the whole
whispering of fields half-sown by @elianefics -
PG-13, 7k - “And how ironic is it that even now, at the end of all
things, Louis’ mere presence makes Harry want to believe that anything
is possible again. That the earth isn’t close to collapsing on itself,
that the tomorrows are bright and shining and full of promises. Harry
hates Louis for giving him something to look forward to when the sky
only keeps getting darker. Harry loves Louis for it. ”[All of his boys
come back to him in the end, but it’s Louis, Harry has been waiting for
all this time.]
heartbreaking, lush, moving apocalypse!fic
wherein it is absolutely the case that through fire and water and
earthquakes and ice, there is one person Harry needs by his side.
There’s Liam and Niall and Zayn, too, and what it would mean for all of
them to say goodbye, really goodbye, who they all are and what those
friendships mean. And Louis. Oh, Louis. My eyes got mysteriously damp in
the really good way, and it made me want to sit down and write just to
make words like this. The conversation at the end of this stayed with me
like whoa, and my chest is getting a little tight thinking about it
again. That may make some people want to X it off the list; think twice
before you do. This is worth it.
Young & Beautiful by velvetoscar - M, 227.5k - Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name
Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are
pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled,
clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.
beautiful. so vivid i dreamt about it and then went and got a whole
bunch of flowers and spent a while wandering around in fancy clothes
just because it felt as though i was already living in the story so why
not? And how could you not want to be part of this world that is complex
and nuanced and subtle and gorgeous (which is not a way i expected to
feel about a fic about rich kids btw but this fic makes them so full and
the story so engaging that it happened and not only a little).
Dimensional characters, wonderful tension, simmering
slow burn, complexity, believable and complex psychological
motivations, theme parties, a falcon named cleopatrick, long nights,
loaded touches, meaningful subplots, love, resilience. The only possible
complaint is it made me want a champagne fountain, and that is not any
sort of complaint at all. (lmk if you have a champagne fountain though, it’s been a few weeks and i am really still about wanting to live inside this fic, and also champagne)
@sovonight oh?? my god??? your keychain came in and im dfjkgbdfhkl hearing that you like my stuff is making my day cause your art is freakin goals i mean LOOK. AT. IT. ITS SO GOOD?? i had to get the keychain i absolutely love it ;o;
also thank you for the fundip and drawings i honestly wasnt expecting the extra stuff ;u;
whenever marginalized groups complain about the lack of content highlighting their stories and issues, they are told to “create their own content, then.” however, when they do, they are faced with overwhelming critique, overwhelming ignorance, or a mixture of both.
Hearing The Call to Adventure when you’re over 40.
There’s a seriously delightful conversation in one of the LARP fb groups about adventuring over 40. Many of us aren’t 20 anymore, and it seems silly to have our characters not be our own age (or close to it). But they’re still starting characters (as it’s a new campaign), which implies they chose this path recently.
That thread is mostly joking around, but I kind of love the idea of hearing The Call when you’re not a teenager, and starting your in-game adventuring life later as some kind of mid-life crisis, religious epiphany, empty nest reaction, etc.
Which got me to some ficlets, and here’s the result.
“Well, your mother always wanted to be an adventurer - she was a hell of an archer when we were your age - but we got pregnant, and your grandmother needed some help, so we put that life off for a while. But now that you’re off at university, it seems like a good time to pick up the bow again, and go fight evil."
“There was just something missing, y'know? I mean, I liked being a toymaker, but one day I realized - I really wanted to put on some plate mail, and go fight demons. So here I am, livin’ the dream."
“Sometimes, relationships don’t work out. She got the business, I get to start the life of adventure I’ve always wanted. Did you know I minored in alchemy? It’s good to get back into it again.”
“Your Aunt Maribel and I had always talked about doing this, when we were girls, but it just never seemed like the right time. But now that Uncle Haro has passed…Mari just wants to get out there and do it. I can’t let her go alone, can I? Someone has to watch her flank on the line, and remind her to keep her shield up.“
"What can I say? Sometimes you fall in love with a mage. When you do, you grab your hammer and you go where he goes. Someone has to keep cute Dukes from flirting with him. Back off, gentry! He’s all mine.”
“Kevin, you’re being ridiculous. I’m not going to fall in love with some Duke.”
“Whatever. I’m not taking any chances. It took me this long to find you, and I’m not letting you go without me.”
“I’m your Dad. If you’re going to go and fight evil, I’m going with you, ‘cause I support your choices.”
“Er…Mom’s heading off to check out some evil gate she heard about. Someone needs to go with her, ok? I squired for her last time, but I just can’t right now. It’s your turn. Make sure she does her exercises, ok? Her back is going to be horrid if she doesn’t.“
"Fine. I’ll handle the evil gate with Mom. But the next time she heads into the swamps to fight some lizard thing, you’re doing it. I freaking hate swamps.”
“His husband left him for an elf. He’s got some anger issues that he’s working through, ok? Better that he work through it on some bad guys.”
“What was that?” “Undead again.” “Oh, for the love of..look. They’re a freaking plague, and it’s getting worse. If we don’t want to keep dealing with this, we’re just going to have to go to the source.” “But….the carrots…!” “Hang the damned carrots. I’ll hire that nice boy down the street to take care of our field while we’re gone. Clean yourself up and grab your holy symbol. We’re not putting up with this for one more week.”
“Well, I always wanted to see the world. I got a small inheritance recently, and thought, why the heck not? No time like the present, right?”
“If that Sorcerer thinks he can just waltz in here and take over this town, he’s got another think coming!” “Doris, calm down. We’ll write to the King, and…” “I WILL NOT CALM DOWN. Sally, I swear, you drive me nuts sometimes.” “I’m just saying - there’s diplomatic solutions to this.” “The hell with diplomatic solutions! I WILL END HIM. ” “Fiiiiiine. Do it your way. End him with fire.” “Thank you!” *smooches* “Love you. Back when I’m back. He has NO IDEA who is coming for him.”
“What can I say? Adventuring pays the bills. I have a family to support, and turnip farming doesn’t make money like it used to.”
“Hey Phineas - for guys’ night, I have a thought. Rather than just going down to the pub like we usually do…I found a gate. No idea where it leads. Let’s go check it out. Could be fun, right?” “A gate?” “Yeah!” “This is a terrible idea. I’m in.”
“Um….well, this is awkward. You know that Goddess who spoke to me last spring?” “Oh yeah! Your whole conversion thing. Nice to see you found faith. It’s been good for you, I think.” “Well, she has something she wants me to take care of.” “What, like…a message delivered or something?” “Noooooooo?” “Seriously? You’re a florist. What does she want you to do?” “Well, now when I sing, things blow up. That’s good, right?” “This can’t end well.”
“We left for THREE WEEKS, and Barbarians razed our village. I swear, do I have to do everything myself? I JUST RE-DID THE ROOF, YOU JERKS.”
“He doesn’t think our family is good enough for him? I’ll show him who is good enough for him! My little girl is going to live in a castle, even if I have to conquer it myself!” “I’m sure he didn’t mean it that way.” “We’ll see what he has to say when I walk into Summertide with a demon’s head on a spike! Who’s good enough now, you two-bit merchant?!?”
“Your Aunt recently found out that Throgg the Destroyer is that brat she couldn’t stand at the Academy. She’s not taking it well, so we’re going to be off on a trip for a while…”
“So….funny story. You know that favor I owe the Countess? From like 20 years ago? She finally called it in. She remembered that I’m really good with Ancient Runes, and apparently there’s something she needs checked out.”
“I thought you said this adventuring thing was just a hobby, Brianna. Something we did on the weekends.” “Well, but…y'know…I really like it. I think I could be good at it. I’m getting better with the spear, you know?” “I don’t even know you anymore!” “Can’t you just be supportive?” “Well, but where does it end? First hobgoblins, now orcs…what’s next?” “I heard about this cursed tomb…” “Absolutely not. I draw the line at tombs. NO TOMBS.”
“I told you not to date that vampire. Didn’t I tell you? I told you!” “Let me live, Sergio.” “Let me unlive, you mean.” “Ok, that’s just rude.”
“Oh, sure - one good healing spell, and you think you can conquer the world.” “I can! I have the knees of a teenager again!”
“Grandpa, you’re embarrassing me.” “What, I can’t visit my grandson while he’s adventuring?” “Well, I love having you here, and everyone knows you’re a good healer, but…” “I’ll be fine. I like it here. I think I’ll stay.”
“C'mon, let’s do it. We’ve always wanted to.” “But…we don’t know what we’re doing.” “We do! We’ve each read The Book, what….15 times? I know you basically have it committed to memory.” “I don’t think 'To Catch a Rogue Lord’ was really meant as an instruction manual.” “C'mon…how hard can it be? You’ve seen the adventurers who come through here.” “Excellent point. I’ll get my herbs.”
“Honey? There’s a kid at the door. He says you’re the Chosen One.” “Arrrrgh. We talked about this! Come back later!” “He says the stars are aligned?” “Not doing it! Tell him to go away.” “Oh, and the seal broke. The seal broke, Stephen. It sounds important.” “But…” “I’ll pack you a lunch.”
“Call Sharon. She and her stupid birthmark are coming with me.” “I thought you said that translation of the prophecy was incorrect? Something about a miss-translation of verb.” “…well, at least if we fail, I won’t have to listen to Karl talking at Guild Meetings about how he was right.”