“Listen, there are forty-one books in this series that’s been going since the 80′s, so it’s going to be a little daunting! Luckily there are at least forty-one approaches to the reading order, so you’ve got options! Just…don’t start with The Color of Magic, for god’s sake. I mean, theoretically, yes, you could read them in order but hell, who would want to? Start with Guards! Guards!, he’s got the hang of the thing by then. Personally, I read them using this chart!”
At which point they’ll pull out this lovingly made infographic that probably has sodding footnotes to boot, they’re so goshdarn helpful about it, when honestly, none of us really care which order you read them in, as long as you read them somehow.
Just…don’t judge the series by The Light Fantastic, wait to read that one after you’ve finished Soul Music or something and feel brave enough to go back. Seriously, the first few books aren’t BAD or anything, but they’re like comparing a sketch in Leonardo’s notebook to The Last Supper.
A/N: This has to be one of my favourite things that I’ve ever written :) Please pay attention to the dates and times! It begins in the present, and then there are a series of flashbacks. They’re all in chronological order for ease of reading, but please pay attention to the timings if you’re unsure!
With a cream envelope held between your fingers, you can’t prevent the smile from spreading across your lips. A greying memory slips into your mind, your eyes fluttering to a close as you let yourself get taken away to the land of fantasies.
Valentine’s day, two years ago, 1pm
At the sound of your name, you looked up. You were in a park, sitting on a picnic blanket. Surrounding you were hundreds of tiny daisies, scattered amongst the green grass like a sprinkling of icing sugar.
“Hmm?” You looked across the blanket to see Calum, your boyfriend, with a wide smile spread across his face.
Here is the masterlist for the (Y/N) Barnes series!!!
As always, this is here for you to be able to find the (Y/N) Barnes stories easily, and will allow you to read it in chronological order, or just let you see how everything slots together. I hope that you enjoy, and if you have any feedback, please let me know!
To say Peridot is a divisive character
seems a bit redundant. Frankly, every character in Steven Universe
seems rather divisive. Some people find her quirky antics hilarious,
others find them obnoxious and wish she’d remained a villain.
Personally, I’m not really either. I had previously found her quite
funny, but as the show moved into season 3 and now 4, I’ve found
myself growing detached from all the characters due to changes in the
writing, and I think Peridot is a good catalyst for discussing this,
because I did legitimately like her upon her initial introduction to
the main cast. With that in mind, I’m going to talk about her
‘phases’ in chronological order.
Hey guys! It’s been ages since I updated my Masterlist. I’m so sorry!!! But, here it is : ) Just a reminder, this list puts the (Y/N) Barnes story in chronological order, so if you want to read it that way, or see how everything slots together, this is the best way to do it (and if anything is confusing, or I release a new story and you aren’t sure where it would fit, please send me a message- I’m happy to help)!
ok so im just getting back into the warriors series after reading the first Arc and part of the second Arc before getting fed up with how dumb literally every cat was and I'm going to start reading them again WITH the like special editions? Like Blue and Tall's books. But is there like a specific order I should read them in chronologically? Like do I need to finish the first arc to have no spoilers for Blue's story and Tall's story? Also how many other special editions are there and what order?
here’s the reading order i would recommend - (note this is just my opinion, obviously the best way to read them would be chronologically by release date)
The Prophecies Begin (into the wild - darkest hour)
Tallstar’s Revenge (super edition)
Yellowfang’s Secret (super edition)
Bluestar’s Prophecy (super edition)
The Rise of Scourge manga
Firestar’s Quest (super edition)
Cloudstar’s Journey (novella)
The New Prophecy (midnight - sunset)
Tigerstar & Sasha mangas
The Power of Three (the sight - sunrise)
Leafpool’s Wish (novella)
Dawn of the Clans (sun trail - path of stars)
Moth Flights Vision (super edition)
Omen of the Stars (fourth apprentice - last hope)
Dovewing’s Silence (novella)
Hollyleaf’s Story (novella)
Crookedstar’s Promise (super edition)
Mapleshade’s Vengeance (novella)
Tigerclaw’s Fury (novella)
Goosefeather’s Curse (novella)
Bramblestar’s Storm (super edition)
Mistystar’s Omen (novella)
Skyclan’s Destiny (super edition)
A Vision of Shadows (apprentice’s quest - thunder & shadow)
So I decided to (as best as I could) put all of Rick Riordan’s books in chronological reading order so people know what to read first! I took some liberties with the short stories since it’s hard to pinpoint exactly when they take place, but I did my best! Without further ado, here’s the list:
The Lightning Thief
The Sea of Monsters
Percy Jackson and the Stolen Chariot (From The Demigod Files)
The Titan’s Curse
The Battle of the Labyrinth
Percy Jackson and the Bronze Dragon (From The Demigod Files)
Percy Jackson and the Sword of Hades (From The Demigod Files)
The Last Olympian
Percy Jackson and the Staff of Hermes (From The Demigod Diaries)
Son of Magic (From The Demigod Diaries)
The Lost Hero
The Diary of Luke Castellan (From The Demigod Diaries)
Leo Valdez and the Quest for Buford (From The Demigod Diaries)
The Son of Neptune
The Mark of Athena
The House of Hades
The Blood of Olympus
Percy Jackson and the Singer of Apollo (From Guys Read: Other Worlds)
Percy Jackson’s Greek Gods*
Percy Jackson’s Greek Heroes*
The Sword of Summer
The Hidden Oracle
The Red Pyramid**
The Throne of Fire*
The Serpent’s Shadow*
Demigods and Magicians***
*Must be read after the Heroes of Olympus series but can be read before anything else
**Must be read after the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series but can be read before anything else
***Must be read after the Kane Chronicles and the Heroes of Olympus series
I love the MODERN AU series so much! I’m re-reading the series in order
from the master post you put chronologically. Could you do more from the
early days of their marriage? Maybe a chapter where Jamie has to get
creative with a romantic/cute present for Claire because they
are broke during her first year in medical school?
anonymous asked: Is it too early, too weird or too bold to ask about the possibility of a Modern Glasgow Christmas Special?
When the humming clock on the wall hit five thirty,
Claire Fraser sighed, closed her notebook, neatly stacked her papers, and stood
to push it all into her satchel.
It was long since dark outside, and from this vantage
point she could see the seemingly endless line of study cubicles huddled
against the library windows, each one with a head bent over a pile of books and
binders and other study materials.
Exams weren’t until next week – but it was never too
early to start studying. It was a lesson Claire had learned early on this
semester – more than six years after graduating college, it had been a massive
adjustment to attend class and do assignments again. Her marks on the first few
assignments hadn’t been as high as she would have liked – but now that she’d
settled into a routine, it was all going much more smoothly. And Jamie, bless
him, had been such a rock throughout – helping her make flashcards, tucking a
sandwich or bag of crisps into her bag each day, texting her with random emojis
to make her smile.
The satchel had been his gift to her on her first day –
it was meant to be a replica of what field medics had used during World War II,
constructed of solid olive green drab with a red cross painted on the top flap.
It was perfect, and thoughtful, just like him.
Claire hurried to button up her blue coat and wind her
scarf – Fraser tartan – around her neck.
The best part about coming home was that Jamie would be
there, waiting for her. They’d even spruced up the flat with a few Christmas
decorations this year – just a few hand-me-downs from Jenny, really, together
with some small items she’d purchased at a charity sale in January. Money was
still tight, now that she’d stopped working and was a student full-time – but it
would work out. It had always worked out.
It was only twenty minutes on the bus to their street –
and Claire texted Jamie on her way out of the library, waving a quiet hello to
several classmates as she passed by their study cubicles.
*Leaving now. What’s for dinner?*
Claire slipped her phone under her arm as she pulled on her
grey knit cap and fished in her pockets for the warm gloves Mrs. Fitz had knit
her. When she turned back to her phone, she swallowed – so glad that nobody was
waiting behind her for the elevator.
For Jamie hadn’t replied with words – just a picture of
his hand (his left hand – proudly displaying his wedding ring), fingers splayed
on his belly, right beneath his bare navel.
So he wanted to play tonight.
Claire’s heart thrummed with excitement.
*Set up the camera,* she replied. *I love you, you cheeky
The elevator arrived, and Claire stepped in just as Jamie
replied with a kissy face emoji.
She swallowed, throat suddenly dry. God, she couldn’t
wait to be home.
“I’m ravenous,” she declared, sometime later.
Jamie, wrapped around her like a limpet, paused from
sucking her neck and dragged his nose up to her ear.
“So am I,” he purred, biting her earlobe and drawing one
big hand down to caress where they were still joined.
Claire drew from a well of willpower she didn’t know she
had, reaching down to take his hand, twine their fingers together, and gently
drew their joined hands over and across her hip.
He settled his head against her shoulder in mock defeat,
sighing theatrically. “Ach. Ye mean food.”
“Mm-hmm.” She couldn’t help but kiss the messy curls at
the crown of his head.
Jamie pushed himself up on one elbow. “Well then – I’ll
go to the kitchen, find something for us to eat.” He pulled away from – and out
of – her, wincing. Then bent to kiss her properly, stood up, crossed the room
to the tripod, clicked stop, and threw the camera to Claire.
“Find the best ones – I’ll want to look at them wi’ ye
when I’m back.”
And he left their bedroom, naked, padding down the hall
in search of sustenance.
Claire leaned over the bed, found her tartan scarf in the
tangled pile of hers and Jamie’s clothes – God, they had just ripped everything
off of each other – and settled the scarf around her bare shoulders as she
leaned against the headboard. The low screech of a siren sounded in the
distance as she turned on the camera and viewed the gallery.
This camera had only one use – for intimate photographs
of the two of them. Jamie had found the perfect angle – directly beside the
bed, the frame trained on Claire’s pillow. Every thirty seconds it captured an
image of the two of them from the shoulders up. For these photographs were not
meant to titillate with gratuitous nude shots – rather, they captured smiles,
and kisses, and nose bumps, and the soul-deep joy that their lovemaking always
And, of course, absolutely gorgeous shots of Jamie and
Claire losing – and finding – themselves in each other.
The gallery held over a thousand images. They didn’t turn
on the camera every time they made love – but when they did, it added an extra
dimension to the entire experience.
Just scrolling through today’s images formed a small knot
of desire in Claire’s belly. How she craved him.
“Ye are so beautiful.”
She looked up to see her husband in the doorway, holding
a plate with two sandwiches – and a small book tucked under his arm.
She smiled, so wide, heart so full.
“To see ye wi’ my tartan, Claire – ” he swallowed, at a
loss for words.
“Come here, Jamie,” she whispered, extending her left
Quickly he crossed to her, settling the plate on their
bedside table and gently placing the book – face down – on his side of the bed.
She shifted over for him to settle beside her in bed, and then he helped her
settle on his lap. She drew his forehead to hers as their heartbeats quickened.
He was half-hard already and it took just a few quick movements of her wrist
before he breathed, “Come home, lass,” and she took him inside her.
They gasped – then settled into silence. Intoxicated in
the magic of each other. Not moving.
“Do you want me to show you my favorite from tonight?”
she whispered after a while.
He nodded – and she bent to pick up the camera, both of
them groaning at the sensation. Quickly she scrolled to a gorgeous shot of
Jamie, head against the pillow, eyes closed and brow furrowed as his mouth
parted in a silent scream – with Claire’s head and shoulders hovering above
him, face frozen in the exact same way.
“So beautiful,” he mused – and the rumble of his voice
darted straight to her core. “Look at how beautiful we are together, Claire.”
She seized his mouth and kissed him long and hard and
But he pulled away to gently set the camera aside, reach
for the small book, and hand it to her.
“This is my early Christmas gift to you, my wife, my
soul. For I dinna want anyone else knowing this book exists, except for you and
Gingerly she opened the cover – stamped with no name or
date – and realized each page was a different image of them.
All of which were incredibly intimate. All from the
camera set up in their bedroom.
She felt Jamie’s hands rub circles at the small of her
back as she thumbed through the images.
Love. Want. Bliss. Ecstasy.
“How?” was the only word her brain could process – so overcome
by so many emotions.
Both his hands had a solid grip of her arse as he slowly,
gently ground into her.
“It’s why I worked late the other night. I waited for the
lads to leave – then printed the book myself. Special edition – one of one. A
memento of our first full year together, aye?”
She thumbed to the very last page in the book, trying
desperately to ignore the flames of desire flickering through her body. It was
a photograph she’d never seen before – Jamie holding the camera at arm’s
length, Claire nestled against his side, asleep.
“Jamie,” she breathed. “Jamie, this – this is – it’s
Gently he took the book from her, set it beside them,
settled her hands on his shoulders, and returned his hands to her bonny round
“There’s only so much I can say to ye, Claire, but the
same poor words, again and again. But these photographs – they say everything I
canna find the words to express.”
Now he pulled her to him, and she gasped.
“Because ‘I love ye’ is never quite enough,” he
continued. “How can I express everything I feel for ye in those three puir
She struggled to breathe, so great was her desire for
him. And yet somehow, she managed to hold him at bay. For he would always,
always be at her mercy.
“I know, Jamie. Don’t you think it’s the same for me? I
know, my love, my heart. For I am only complete now, in this moment, with you
He reached up to kiss her, smiling so wide.
“Happy Christmas,” he breathed, heart so full with love
he worried it would burst from his chest.
“Happy Christmas,” she whispered. And then helped him
lose all sense of space and time.
Do you have any suggestions for someone wanting to start reading F4? Like jumping on points or just good stories you like? I wanted to read the ultimate F4 but I heard its not very good ):
If I could pick one place to start, I’d say Mark Waid’s run. It’s fun, it’s emotional, it’s got a great take on the Four that looks at all different dynamics on the team (so not just Reed&Sue and Ben&Johnny), and Wieringo’s art is great. For Waid’s run, you want Fantastic Four volume 3 #60-70, renumbers to #500-524.
Alternatively, I think Hickman’s run is probably the best Fantastic Four story on the whole. It does start off very Reed-heavy, which I think is off-putting to some people, but it’s got the best Reed and it’s just a really, really good comic that has totally made me cry. Fantastic Four #570-588, then switch books to FF #1-12, at which point Fantastic Four picks up again at #600 and the books run concurrently through FF #22 and Fantastic Four #611.
Honestly as a kind of a crash course to the Fantastic Four, I’d recommend starting with Waid’s run, then Hickman’s, then finish with Robinson’s – Fantastic Four volume 5 #1-14, Fantastic Four #642-645 why does everything I recommend have to have so much renumbering. There’s nothing wrong with the
, Millar, or Fraction issues – Millar’s Christmas issues are a favorite story of mine (Fantastic Four #564-565) and I think Straczynski on the whole does fun stuff the team, especially Ben and Johnny – it’s just fun stuff that runs into Civil War, which makes it not great starter material. I do recommend Fantastic Four #533-535, where Johnny and Ben go to stop the Hulk’s rampage in Las Vegas. The late great Dwayne McDuffie’s storyline where Storm and Black Panther join the team while Reed and Sue go on their second honeymoon is fun, too – Fantastic Four #544-550.
I just dumped so many comics on you, I’m so sorry. One more! It’s a Johnny rec more than a Fantastic Four one, since only Ben gets some screen time and only in the last issue, but the Human Torch (2003) miniseries is SO GOOD and is just so great about Johnny and his relationship with his powers. The Burn! story (Human Torch #1-6) is an all time favorite of mine.
In general, unless you like 60s comics and want to go way, way back to the beginning, I don’t recommend starting with anything published before 1997 (so, pre-Heroes Reborn) for your first Fantastic Four comic. I’m not saying don’t read them, just maybe don’t read them first – Ben and Johnny are very much who they are no matter when you’re reading, but I don’t find Sue or Reed particularly “settled”, as characters in their modern incarnations, until this point.
On the record, I don’t think Ultimate Fantastic Four is very good, quality-wise. It lacks a lot of focus. But also I’ve read it like three times and I do have a lot of thoughts about it and I’m very attached to its versions of the characters so y’know. (Okay, I’m not attached to its Reed, but I kind of enjoy him anyway. Ironically a lot more now that he’s in 616.) I don’t think it’s really the best place to start, but I wouldn’t say don’t read it. And write sad Ultimate Johnny fic.
I read a Kate Bush biography and listened to all her albums in chronological order, reading the lyrics as I went. Just by chance, I was also doing a big jigsaw puzzle of a map of Iceland at the same time. As I put in the last jigsaw piece, I was listening to the last song (‘Among Angels’) on the last Kate Bush album (50 Words for Snow) and I just started crying.