they could have had it all :(

gerdavonrinnlingen  asked:

Cuddling prompt: Out of necessity (trapped in a small space, etc.) for Quinn and a character of your choosing :3

cuddling prompt!

(So of course I had to do Vasili for this, because yes, and uh. It kind of got away from me? In ways I wasn’t expecting? Crap. Unintended angst ahead, why am I like this.)

The chamber is small, about the size of the Cart'ar’s cockpit, and sparsely furnished. A few crates line the walls, and a single bedroll lies in the middle of the floor—the only shield between those who would occupy it and a frigid, unforgiving stone floor. The Chiss officers had apologized, in their own way, for the accommodations; it’s all they have available, Lord, but at least you and your comrade won’t freeze to death. 

Said comrade is still shivering quietly at Vasili’s side, and Vasili feels a stab of guilt. Quinn had asked not to come planetside, after all, but Vasili had felt it best to have a trained field medic on hand—and besides, while Jaesa may have volunteered, she simply does not look built for Hoth’s deep freeze. And now Quinn is miserable and his teeth are chattering, and they’re about to sleep on a single bedroll in the middle of the floor in a barely friendly Chiss military base.

“I’m sorry about this,” Vasili says quietly, moving towards the bedroll. At the very least, it looks Chiss-made, which means it will withstand the chill and insulate them from the stone floor. “I shouldn’t have forced you to come.”

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A thread about millennials and stories (sorry for all the typos I was fueled by too much emotion to type well)

You know what, the ‘suddenly, there’s 5 more Winter Soldiers’ subplot

has gotten a lot of flack, and I don’t disagree that it could and should have been handled a lot better, but even as it is, I really really like what it says, or rather, confirms about Bucky.

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Top 20 Larry fics in 2016 over 100k by kudos on Ao3

* criteria; completed in 2016 and not part of a fic series

1. Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can’t Lose by dolce_piccante for docilelou
2. California Sold by isthatyoularry
3. To Be Loved To Be In Love by Angel_Dust
4. Shake Me Down by AGreatPerhaps12
5. Nameless Night by green_feelings
6. wings to break your fall by karamelised
7. Hiding Place by alivingfire
8. Time Bomb by ThisSentimentalHeart
9. Fight For Me by Mie1412
10. Bloodline by banana_louis
11. Never Be by cherrystreet
12. And You’re My Ever After by NiamJenn1994
13. Luscious blood by Deidei
14. run away home by hattalove
15. Into the wild by Deidei
16. Lights Will Guide You Home by louisxharry1
17. Only You Can Be My Alpha by wubwubnparmaham
18. Fake It Till You Make It by thealmightyavocado
19. Dominus. by SS98
20. you are in love by wildestdreams


The musical is legitimately perfect, each actor put so much effort into capturing their characters. There’s so much emotion in every song it’s everything a PJO adaptation should be, finally.

I’m too spent to write up a full report tonight, but I promise there will be one! For now here are some pictures of the stage before and after the show, and the Playbill! And @percyyoulittleshit already shared because I spastically sent her a message during intermission ANNABETH NOT ONLY HAS BLONDE HAIR, BUT BLONDE CURLY HAIR. I didn’t think that would matter so much to me, but it literally took it from watching an actor on stage to seeing Annabeth.

The Fic Writer’s Beatitudes

Blessed are the readers, for theirs is the archive.

Blessed are the betas: for they help us write the stories we see in our hearts.
Blessed are they that kudo, for they reassure us that someone likes what we’ve done.
Blessed are the rebloggers and reccers, for they help the readers find our work.
Blessed are they which leave comments on a WIP that say something other than “write more please”: for they comfort us when we feel taken for granted.
Blessed are the commenters; for their words bring us joy.
Blessed are the loyal fans, for they keep the fandom alive.
Blessed are the fan artists, for they bring our worlds to life before our eyes.
Blessed are they which read an entire long fic and comment each chapter, for the string of comment notifications fills the writer’s heart with delight.
Blessed are ye, who rec our fics in public and tag us, for seeing that we made somebody squee is the light in our days.
Rejoice, and be exceeding glad; for great is your reward in fandom.

simon rants to luke (dad figure) about raphael so i’m gonna go out a limb here and say magnus knows entirely too much about simon


Fight because you don’t know how to die quietly. Win because you don’t know how to lose. This king’s ruled long enough—it’s time to tear his castle down.

All For The Game series by Nora Sakavic


# get an entire episode dedicated to them right after an unanswered proposal because of a car accident  # I asked her to marry me and a truck came out of nowhere # with one of the characters in a coma while pregnant # the two of them singing that they mean the world to each other # and the one who is almost dying singing when you’re on your own, I’ll send you a sign just so you know that I am me, the universe and you# nope, your OTP will never… 

Imagine all the myths that would have started in grounder culture about Heda walking alongside Death. Just… picture it. All the stories and rumors that would have swelled about how she was smart enough and strong enough to woo Death. To utilize the power of Wanheda. To protect herself and her people.

Think about a Heda who consults with Death at every turn. Who can work with Death and unite instead of divide.

And think about the myths that would have changed for Wanheda. One who has the power to wield Death most certainly has the power to stop it. Stem it. To protect those around her from its grasp. Becoming something wholly her own, no longer belonging to the sky and not quite of the earth, but completely unique. With the power to speak to both. The ability to fight alongside Heda for the good of all. To heal. To tell Death to walk away. To burn. To call to Death. To walk beside Heda and help her lead. To walk beside Heda and protect her.

To strengthen her power.

To rule together in a way that would seem insurmountable to any uprisings.

For who would be childish enough to try to face the Commander alongside the sword that is Death.

Just think about these stories and myths spreading like wildfire from camp to camp and city to city. And how people would flock to see them. Run to see the united front who elevated their peoples even further.

And how through love and shared goals these two slowly changed life on the ground.

How they would have united all of their people and ruled with a steady, even, intelligent hand.

Just… think about that.