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RECC!
I just finished this book, and it's INCREDIBLE. It's the autobiography of Christian Cooper, the bird watcher who some white woman called the cops on for no reason in Central Park. That's just one chapter though, this guy's done so MUCH!
He went to Harvard and wrote for Marvel. He's protested for black lives and queer rights. He's traveled the world enjoying birds, nature, and the local gay scene. His descriptions of nature are unparalleled. He really, really likes birds.
I laughed, I cried, I literally gasped out loud. Dude's an INCREDIBLE writer!
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any reccomendations for whose perspective to watch this hermitcraft season? i’m looking for an eighth
no clue who you're currently watching or what you usually look for in a hermit but i'll list out who some of my favourite season 9s are so far!
pearl has a REALLY strong theme this season and i always adore her video style. plus the soup squad might by my favourite trio atm so if you're not watching either her, gem or impulse i'd definitely recommend picking up at least one of them.
zedaph is like... an eternal must watch for me as far as hermits go. if you're missing out on whatever nutty thing zed is doing in each season you're missing out on something great.
also on the topic of doing nutty things, tango's swearing off diamonds this season and is instead offering goods and services via making people perform bizarre tasks for his entertainment. its a riot. would recommend.
if you don't mind longer videos and more raw, unedited content then i think doc's current world eater project is kind of mind boggling and definitely something to keep an eye on.
xb. because xb is xb and everyone should watch him-- but on a serious note his megabase progress is definitely one to watch if you want some of that 1.18 update goodness.
cub.... is being a squatter. it's endlessly funny. would recommend.
on the topic of endlessly funny hermits bdubs is a riot as always, but he's also turning around and building the most insane things off-camera and crafting some interesting lore for his season so im super excited for him, even if his uploads are slower than some.
aaaand final honorable mentions to jevin, wels and keralis. i don't have much to say about their seasons in specific i just really really like their starter bases. theyre pretty :)
#disclaimer i watch basically every hermit rn so i struggle to say much that isnt just 'theyre good!!!!!' but i would totally recc all of th#if this is everyone you already watch then im so so sorry#asks#txt
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Man I need some character to obsess over so bad, someone I will instantly fall in love with and I'll need to get their merch and want to draw them and I'll make a plushie of them or sth and I won't get over it after a month. Cause I realised I don't feel that strongly about any of my current favs and now I just feel the need to love someone. Anyways what anime should I watch
#i need someone to be as obsessed with as with matchablossom when sk8 was coming out#cause for example with magi i love alibaba and kougyoku and judar but im also not able to tell who the most so#and when i just dont care that much most of the time#or recebtly ive been loving Hunter but also not so much i kinda dont care#and with any of my favs ever i dont tgink ive felt that strongly as some people#that sound weird but i wish i could be as obsessed with someone as other people lmao#it also sounds very aromantic of me cause it also refers to real people 😭-#so yeah that thought made me even more sure about my aromanticism 🙃 lets hope its actually sth else ahaha#like i was totally obsessed with matchablossom but individually i dont really care about them#i dont think i can fall in love oop#but welp if not a character it would be nice to have some new series to like 🤨 reccs?#cause recently when i watch or read something i really like it but then i kinda forget aboit it after 2 weeks#good i have magi but that can end too#maybe the key is for it to be some unpopular stuff so I'll feel the need to make content myself and ill feel original bc its my fav-#what#okay nvm bye#weird post
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I'm reading this adorable manga called she likes to cook she likes to eat
I've never felt more lonely and single in my life
(Reaction image by my mootie @/chainmailll on tiktok)
#ITS SO GOOD THO#I TOTALLY RECOMMEND IT#AND ITS SAPPHIC#AAAAAHHHH#anime and manga#manga recommendation#manga reccs#rambles#manga#ill probably post some panels i find very adorable but im just enjoying the read for now#AND SO FAR NO BS MISCOMMUNICAYION#*MISCOMMUNICATION#she likes to cook she likes to eat
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i read all ur pynch fics and i need more!!! do u have any fic recs that are similar to your writing style or any fics at all that u think are good?
anon... (a) thank you for the wonderful compliment and (b) you have inspired me to FINALLY post my pynch fic recc list! xoxo. note that this list includes fic of all ratings on ao3.
ALTERNATE UNIVERSE
The Roots that Clutch by TheCryingClub
don’t it beat a slow dance to death by solitarydreaming
carried my body back to shore by solitarydreaming
Transubstantiation* by audikatia
am i turning in your stomach, am i making you sick by undergroundash (note: this is an experimental, grounded AU in that it takes place in the setting of canon but centers around ambiguously non-canonical events)
together, transformed by Otherworldliness
move your feet from hot pavement (and into the grass) by CoraRochester (note: this is grounded in canon with a change in Adam’s epilogue)
cry wolf, cry mercy by flitwickslittlebrotha
gets late early by charactershoes
ALTERNATIVE FIRST KISS
Every Stupid Little Thing by Diana_Dreams
every dream i've ever had has been of myself by cloverspies
it’s time you found another reason to stay by cloverspies
cool of your hand, back of my neck by me (yippee!)
summer’s a knife by theheartischill
“MISSING SCENE” & CANON COMPLIANT
Wonderterror Weekend by nimmieamee
Son of a Nuclear A-Bomb by nimmieamee (note: this is totally grounded in canon but came out before the Dreamer Trilogy — so incredibly good and actually predicts tons of Lynch lore)
Complete my sin by becka
The hang of being alive again by applecrumbledore
show me where to tie the other end of this chain by oorione
to be shipwrecked together by deathlessaphrodite (note: all of deathlessaphrodite’s fic is incredibly good and I’m featuring my favorites in this list)
for the tulips we are not sorry by deathlessaphrodite
be afraid to know your neighbors and to die by deathlessaphrodite
things fall apart, the centre cannot hold by basicallymonsters
patrimony by whatimages
not so transparent by whatimages
live around it by whatimages
feels better biting down by charactershoes
ille mi par esse deo videtur by sleeptodream
Roses in Between My Thighs by orphan_account
*I haven’t finished reading this yet, but so far I’m really enjoying it.
#pynch#pynch fic#teehee teehee#I RESERVE THE RIGHT TO EDIT/ADD TO THIS LIST !!!! but i think its a pretty decent collection of the Iconic Pynch Literature#i love good fic sm. sm!!!!!!!!!#anon#asks#concorde is part of this list in my heart but i didn't add it bc its not 100% published yet. Soon....
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Do you have any good house fic recs? I am Struggling with my search.
for sure! although Disclaimer, i havent been reading house fanfic for very long and ive pretty much only read house/wilson so far, SO this is more of a hilson fic rec list than anything lol
Warning Signs by out_there - oneshot, 12k words, Wilson-POV, set around the end of s3. SUCH A GOOD FIC i laughed so much while reading this. genuinely delightful. possibly my fav house fic i’ve ever had the pleasure of reading.
The Line of Thought by tevinterimperium - oneshot, 12k, Wilson-POV, set after s3 e15. THEEE classic fake-dating AU. this was the first fic i read in this fandom and it absolutely fucks. im a SAP i love a good “no homo but OH GOD THE FEELINGS” plot!!
Desert Mesa Motel - 8 miles outside of Kingman, Arizona - 12:03 AM by plorp - ficlet, 1k, House-POV, post-canon. this makes me BAWL. very very good fic but SAD. and DEPRESSING. will make you CRY/pos
How Not To Be Boring by fourleggedfish - incomplete/abandoned, 497k, Wilson-POV, AU from around mid-s5. if u like whump (which i absolutely do) u will probably like this fic. if u are squicked out by sex, u will hate it bc these guys bang 24/7. this fic had me pacing, glued to my phone, sick to my stomach, crying (several times), and obliterated my sleep schedule. i can’t rec it highly enough. every chapters includes appropriate content warnings, but some major themes that appear throughout are character death (not of main characters), the aftermath of severe child abuse, and mental illness. if any of these topics are a trigger for you, please don’t read this work.
Forsake Me Here by MonsterBoyf - complete, 8k, Wilson-POV, ambiguous setting. Wilson has intrusive thoughts about mutilating House. He tries to cope. features a lot of very graphic imagery and does an excellent but extremely accurate job of portraying an OCD-spiral that could be triggering to people. i LOVE this fic i think about it so so much.
An Inconvenient Truth by anathaema - complete, 15k, House-POV, ambiguous setting. contains the quote “You’re the suicide bomber of revelations” and is one of the funniest things i’ve ever read. plus the way in which wilson’s sexuality in this fic is handled is honestly so realistic and entertaining. HIGHLY recc this to absolutely everyone who enjoys hilson
the more it took away by scribespirare - oneshot, 10k, House-POV, ambiguous setting. Omega!House has his first heat since presenting. Alpha!Wilson helps him through it. I LOVE OMEGAVERSE AND I LOVE FUCK OR DIE AND I LOVE THE WAY THIS FIC HANDLES THIS IS JUST GRAHHHH. If u don’t enjoy omegaverse u won’t like this but i can’t make a house fic rec list and NOT include this one
Aftershocks by black_cigarette - series, around 125k in total, various POV’s, set sometime post-Tritter arc. this fic IS gen, but honestly, i didn’t know that going in and didn’t realize it wasn’t a slash fic until the very end. tldr is that wilson is brutally assaulted because house has been gambling with some unsavory people, and house helps him deal with the aftermath. this fic does not pull punches. its is extremely graphic and everything wilson goes through is described in detail. it is a messy story about recovering from brutal trauma and everything that entails. DISCLAIMER: there are sequel(s) to this series available on the author’s livejournal, but i haven’t read them and can’t speak to anything they discuss.
no need to worry (making up your mind) by scribespirare - complete, 25k, House-POV, set sometime in the early seasons. House lies about having a Jewish boyfriend to get out of visiting his mother at Christmas. Things quickly get out of hand. THIS FIC IS SOOO *tears into it with my teeth*. I love when they scheme together <3
#ty for the ask!!! had a lot of fun thinking abt which fics i enjoyed the most/stuck with me the hardest#tried to provide tws for everything but if i missed anything plss call me out#house md#hilson#housefic#house md fic recs#hilson fic recs
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As someone who's super into Superboy, do you have any reccs for curious beginners about what to watch/read to check that out?
( GOD I'M SO SORRY HOW LONG I TOOK TO ANSWER THIS, I LEFT IT HALF-FINISHED IN MY DRAFTS BECAUSE I MEANT TO LOOK UP SOME FIC RECS LATER AND THEN TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT IT, hahasob. Dangit, self! I don't know if this is even still a relevant question for you but screw it, forget both that concern and the recs-research, I am ANSWERING IT NOW. )
So as far as actual canon goes, in the comics I mostly read his original solo title from issue fifty to cancellation, which was about another fifty issues, and also all of Young Justice's original run and both the World Without Grownups and Sins of Youth events, as well as a few other YJ-related one-shots and specifically Young Justice: The Secret, which is I beeelieve only one issue and was the comic that first got me interested in YJ as a team to begin with. I went back and read some earlier issues later, but issue fifty of Superboy's first solo is actually a really good jumping-on point for him imo, it's the start of an arc about him being stranded on an island of beast-men with amnesia and repressed powers and it sets up a new status-quo for him after. There's also a later arc in the series about interdimensional travel through Hypertime where he meets a lot of other versions of himself, including the grown-adult version who's trying to invade half the multiverse, which I thought was especially good too. And like, just it was a real good run in general, I thought, I really dug it.
Also, he was originally introduced as a character after (or during?) the Death of Superman arc and featured reasonably heavily in the Reign of the Supermen event as one of the four replacements trying to become the new Superman, though I haven't personally read much of those. If I started anywhere as a newcomer, I'd probably start with either his original solo run or the original Young Justice. Or both! Both is good! Young Justice is especially choice, though, and also tells a full and pretty well-developed story over the run of the comic without anything in particular getting cut off prematurely. Like, I remember it wrapping up really well, especially for an ongoing American comic from the Big Two.
Other comics I know Kon's been prominent/important in but either haven't read or haven't read much of: Superboy and the Ravers, Titans/Young Justice: Graduation Day, Teen Titans (2003), another solo Superboy title set in Smallville, Young Justice (2019), Dark Crisis: Young Justice, and Superboy: Man of Tomorrow.
There's also the Young Justice cartoon, which has a VERY different take on his personality, though I still really liked what I saw of the character and have written fic about that version of him, and then there's the animated Reign of the Supermen movie, which I still haven't seen but looks real good and seems to be more comics-accurate, personality-wise. And like, I absolutely LOVE his design in it, haha. He's just a lil' brat, it's great! In live-action there's both Titans and later seasons of Smallville, but I wasn't very interested in either of those myself and don't know much about them.
There's . . . there's a lot out there, haha, the character is like a good thirty years old now. And honestly I kinda play fast and loose with some of the canon, this is VERY much the kind of fandom where I just go for what I think works best for the story I wanna tell. It's comics, okay, canon is BARELY EVEN GUIDELINES AT THIS POINT, hahaha.
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Just found this account, seems cool. You alright if I ask if you know of any trans manga that would emotionally destroy me?
"Emotionally destroying trans manga" is not my usual target because majority of my life I resorted to escapism (and arguably I do even now).
That being said, my overall "gender manga" recommendation list is here
but you probably won't find many "emotionally destroying" ones on this list. I can list some I know of that are *serious* and at points *quite depressing* that feature trans characters, but this is an indirect recommendation as I personally haven't read any of these yet (aside from like, first 1/5 of Wandering Son) so I have no opinion on my own about these:
Wandering Son
Bokura no Hentai
Himegoto - Juukyuusai no Seifuku
Dear Society
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fedi sites that i recc you go to because they're in my bubble and im hesitant to recc any without vetting them first. if youre interested in fedi, take a look at an instances about page(s) and rules before you choose to make an account there
(don't know what fedi is? watch this video!)
sharkey instances
lethallava.land - gaming, tech, shitposting | sister of wetdry
blahaj.zone - general lgbt
mastodon instances
tech.lgbt - queer friendly, tech focused
wetdry.world - gaming, tech, shitposting | sister of lethallava, runs on glitchsoc fork called chuckya. limited signup that needs mod approval
wafrn
app.wafrn.net - potential tumblr clone, in alpha, works best on web mobile. pretty active but limited features as of time im writing this. limited signup that needs mod approval
akkoma instances
void.lgbt - lgbt general, good moderation procedures, allows tagged nsfw
akko.wetdry.world - gaming, tech, shitposting | akkoma frontend for wetdry.world, limited signup that needs mod approval
seafoam.space - general
generally i would avoid any instance that says outright that its fandom focused or anti-censorship as they tend to federate with unsavory corners of the internet. be wary!
more info below on fedi stuff you should be aware of
bc of the nature of fediverse it's up to admins to choose if an instance is defederated with (blocked by) theirs- theres no way to get bad parts of the fediverse "taken down" unless they host illegal content in their host country (and even then cybercrime divisions are usually only focused on seizing specific types of illegal sites). so with that in mind a good admin/mod team will defederate a lot of instances for you, and you can usually find out which instances are defederated on an instances about page.
also because of the nature of fediverse you can always move your account to another instance. if you feel you want to move to another instance for whatever reason youre within your right. some people will register with multiple instances just in case something goes awry with their main, or for diff types of posting- ie like sideblogs on tumblr. its normal and a sign you know how things work there imo
and if youre particularly crafty, or just know more about web stuff than the average person, you are totally able to set up whichever type of instance you want if you have a domain for it
#these instances are pretty small so i will limit reblogs if this post blows up#ghost's techno wonderland#labz.txt
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Ugh it’s really late at night where I am and I can’t sleep and it just popped into my mind that I’m low-key terrified and excited to see what you’re gonna do with the third part of your Mickey-Randy fic. Is Mickey gonna go through with killing him? How will reader react if he does? Will she find out it’s Mickey? WILL MICKEY GET WHAT HE WANTS?
You best believe the moment you post it I’m locking myself in a dark ass room and telling my boyfriend to leave me tf alone for 3-5 business days
Well! I had the past two days off and I finished up this! For those who haven’t read part one or two of this trilogy I would recc that you do! Seriously, I never thought I would love doing this so much but I did! Massive shout out to @applesontheground for going over this and betaing pre-posting! Now then, I don’t wanna waste much time, I just wanna dive in and get deep! The long awaited conclusion of this trilogy is here! Let’s get deep in the paint!
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 6.5K. Mickey Altieri And Randy Meeks X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: So Much Context Needed. Threesomes. Sloppy Seconds. Cuckholding. Semi-Public Sex. Blow Job. Throat Fucking. Gagging. Stalking. Murder Plot. Murder. Blood. Gore. Angst. Hurt. Comfort. Death. Grief. Vaginal Sex. Kissing. Confessions Of Feelings. Manipulation.
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You Need Me Like I Need You.
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When did shit, namely, his life, get this fucking complicated?
He used to think that sex was pretty straight forward, that he had a good handle on himself, his interests and personal sexuality, even before he brought anyone else into the equation but now all the lines are blurred and muddy. He never knew that it could all be so varied, which seems fucking stupid now. The human experience has untold and truly vast depth, of course sex, something that has existed as long as people themselves have existed, has a million different ways to explore, play with and partake in and Randy had been confronted with all that, thrown headfirst into it with almost no preparation.
Randy has experienced impossibly high highs and some true lows, the emotional roller coaster of it all was a lot to handle but also, shamefully, addicting as hell.
He didn’t know that there could be so much sexual enjoyment derived from such typically and previously negatively associated feeling, particularly, humiliation. He had experienced plenty of humiliation over the years and it always, well, fucking sucked but for some reason, when it cropped up again from that tape and subsequent threesomes with Mickey, it made his heart race in a different way, a much better, albeit, confusing way.
When he first was confronted with that tape he was a mess, when you eventually pulled out what was wrong he was still a total mess, and during that first threesome, he was even more of one. Mickey was an almost intolerable asshole but he had to admit, the things he did to you, the view and picture you both provided him, undeniably hot, much better than any bargain basement dumpster porn tape he ever watched by far. He hated that every boundary he tried to lay down, like Mickey wearing a condom, was ignored. Even further, the disrespecting of said boundaries were usually encouraged by you, as you seemingly craved it too. The shared wants between you and Mickey took precedence over his comfort and boundaries, he certainly didn’t do much to dissuade you both when he let it keep happening, especially when the evidence of how hard it made him was clear as day.
And the rules Mickey did agree to? It turns out he was lying, placating Randy to gain consent and access to you to then do what he wanted in the end. The worst of the worst is that when Randy had you afterwards, totally messy and stuffed with cum, literally subjected to Mickey’s sloppy seconds. It felt so fucking good that he couldn’t bring himself to have a single negative thing to say, any complaints die on his tongue as he buries his face into your neck and himself inside you to the hilt.
Mickey said he would pull out, Mickey was apparently a fucking liar and when Randy was on his back afterwards, sweat slick and panting, still dizzy and high off the hardest orgasm he had in recent memory, he wanted to fucking thank the guy for making him do this and see how good it was. He would never actually thank him, Mickey’s ego was already approaching the size of a supernova from this situation as it was, he is sure if he thanked him for cumming in you when he asked him not to? He cannot imagine how much worse he would become. It doesn’t matter that true the experience was fucking great, the ignoring of his consent was screwed up, thanking him further sends the wrong message.
So Randy put up with Mickey’s comments and overall attitude, he says he puts up with, but really he enjoys it, mostly secretly, he downplays his enjoyment but that damn knowing smirk of Mickey’s makes him think he isn’t as good an actor as he wants to be.
This has been going on for a month.
A glorious, confusion littered, fuck centered, sweat soaked and embarrassment filled month. In the moment and with his dick in his hand it is easier to take, he gets swept up in how filthy it is, finds himself consumed with your new relationship dynamic constantly. In the quiet moments between doing other things his mind wanders to either your last hookup or what might potentially happen in the next one.
The last one he keeps on thinking about is a rather risky semi-public hookup, it was late, rushed, in the stairwell leading up to Randy’s apartment. The sight is burned into his mind, Mickey leaning against the wall, his fingers in your hair as he leads you while you are on your knees, blowing him, right in front of Randy. It is all so striking, so clear, as if it is still happening right in front of Randy when he thinks of it, the low light, the way Mickey’s head tips back and rests against the concrete wall. A bead of sweat rolls down the column of his throat, along with the bob of his Adam's apple from a heavy swallow he took after a harsh inhale of air. He hears the quiet moan, the curse that spills out as he rocks his hips to force himself deeper into your mouth, you gag, Mickey laughs breathlessly with that half sideways smirk and then, he looks at him. Mickey’s head no longer rests and instead brown eyes meet blue and that smile grows into an outright sadistic grin as he drives forward harder, more purposefully and the moan you let around the shaft invading your mouth makes Randy ache in his jeans.
Someone speaks to him, asks him a question and it pulls him out of his head, Christ, he wasn’t listening and he is far too hard over his walk down memory lane while stuck in class still. He needs to stop, he fucking hates himself for thinking and feeling like this so often. He especially hates himself for how he couldn’t wait and ended up cumming in that same stairwell a week previous during that hookup he was just pouring over, he has to fight back the urge to cringe thinking about whatever poor sap had to clean that up.
True, while he is caught up in his head and consumed with all of this often, filled to the brim with negativity more than he’d like to be, things with you had gotten infinitely better. Your sex life together had gotten downright incredible in his opinion, he relishes the time he can be alone just you and himself without Mickey around. It isn’t as dirty as the threesomes you have, it’s softer, sweeter, more intimate and not as intense but he thinks you both need that. He has taken Mickey’s advice to heart and his fingering and oral skills have improved leaps and bounds, he loves when he is able to pull a sound out of you that reminds him of one Mickey has made you gasp out previously.
He wasn’t sure how long this could or would go on for, it couldn’t last forever but this didn’t have to stop anytime soon, there wasn’t any reason to rush, right? Not when it felt so good and it seemed to be actively bettering and strengthening your relationship as opposed to harming it. So the worries are shoved aside, pushed to the back of his mind, a problem for future him.
Mickey is positively elated over how this has all panned out so far. He knew this stage would be fun, he just didn’t count on how much fun it could be. He got to not only fuck you, he got to humiliate Randy while he did it, being balls deep in you while you were moaning like a total whore and your pathetic cuck of a boyfriend was jerking off to it, making eye contact with the sad little redhead in that moment? Making him truly be confronted with the sight of what he could do to you? My lord, he is sure he will never need viagra when he is fifty plus, he can just recall that memory and be good to go.
You were just so intoxicating, he thought he had it bad for you before he got to fuck you that first night Randy pissed you off but he was so wrong, it only got worse when he got to know you in the biblical sense. Now that he knows how you sound when he has two fingers angled just right inside of you, or how you feel when you are cumming on him, his interest grew into a full on crush and became infinitely worse. He couldn’t get you out of his head, how could he push it out of his mind or forget such an experience?
You were a delight, a joy to be around, so funny, so filthy and ready, willing and open. You got him, understood him, the sexual compatibility was a massive plus of course but it was more than that. It was the hushed whispers during class of dumb jokes that make you stifle laughter, it was shared lunches, and those times where you and he would end up crashing together post threesome and wake up side by side before Randy did. He knew you felt more for him than you were saying, the moments you would hold his hand when Randy wasn’t around told him that, the way you looked at him, would brighten when seeing him, it all tattled on your true feelings. He was sure of how you felt.
Christ, he couldn’t wait until he could have you all to himself as opposed to having to carve out these small moments whenever Randy wasn’t hanging off you like he was doing his best impression of a koala bear.
It was so soon. Mickey could hardly contain himself. The last thing standing between you and him being together is your boyfriend that you were still holding onto for some reason. Clearly it was out of some sense of loyalty, he liked that quality about you. So it means that he has to get rid of him and then you will be able to get with him guilt free, it’s the only thing that makes sense. The single option.
You are more than worth him doing this, uprooting and changing his whole plan, Nancy had to go. She just did, no way would she understand or be on board, she was just a means to an end really, she bankrolled him sure but it isn’t like he was attached to her. He believed in his motive, in what he wanted but now that he had you, the idea of risking going to jail wasn’t high on his list of to-do’s. Maybe he could keep a low profile, maybe he would be satisfied being with you, having you and quietly killing people to satisfy those parts of himself from time to time. If he did go through with the original plan there is still a chance it might fail. Was he willing to risk even a slight chance of being separated from you?
He is sure that the high he would get if he could pull it off, kill and spill his guts, blame the violence of movies and not go to jail would be immense, but then that part of his life would be over, that chapter closed. No way he could keep killing. Or, maybe he could, if he could keep getting away with it after that it would be amazing, however if caught that same plea wouldn’t work twice.
Perhaps the real high could be in never, ever getting caught.
Between that and you, he might be just fine.
He should feel worse, shouldn’t he? The thought was on his mind as he was cleaning his knife in the sink after putting an end to Nancy, he should feel something, but he just didn’t. Honestly seeing the look of betrayal on her face was priceless, she never would have thought Mickey would do this to her. She sobbed and begged, going on about how could Mickey do this to her, she needed to avenge her “sweet baby boy-” and yeah, he wasn’t going to listen to her go on about that. He didn’t waste much time on her, didn’t linger or monologue or go on and on, he made it relatively painless and pretty quick.
The important thing is she was gone and now he could focus on killing Randy.
Unlike his previous and now dead partner, he wanted to make it hurt, he wanted to destroy Randy, make him unrecognisable, but he knew that might not be best. Logical thought doesn't usually win out in these situations however. He hated how Randy took you for granted, he hated how you looked at him, that you insisted on staying together, hated every time he watched you kiss or anything else, he wanted to stab the knife into his chest, pierce his heart and twist. Wanted to watch him gasp, struggle, and bleed.
He had a good handle on Randy’s schedule because of your arrangement, he is coming back from a late class, going back to his apartment while Mickey follows far enough behind to not alert him, yet.
Ol’ Randy was so oblivious, he was going to make this way too easy. Mickey felt his anticipation grow with every single step, every heavy footfall makes his mind run with possibility and pure excitement.
He wanted to rush him, tackle him to the ground, end it right here out in the open but that is stupid and way too risky, it still doesn’t stop how his hands itch, he craved to have his knife in his grip, to bury it in something. The urge to penetrate in a violent sense and in a sexual sense are not that different and Mickey finds it so hard to ignore either of those urges. Soon it is just right, soon Randy is unlocking the door to his apartment building and Mickey picks up the pace, he runs forward, he timed it just right, the door opens and he knocks into Randy, causing him to stumble into the building with a shocked, “Woah!”
With him totally off balance Mickey takes the opportunity, hand gripping the collar of his shirt behind his neck, he moves him, comes forward, hauling Randy along, he bursts into the stairwell door in the lobby, that same one that you all hooked up in. He is quickly throwing him with all of his strength against the stairs. It hurts his spine, knocks the wind out of him, he groans feeling slightly dazed and when his eyes open he sees the figure clad in that all too familiar black robe and white mask and his heart drops. Eyes widen and he curses, trying to scramble back on the stairs, “Shit, fuck-”
God he loved that look. Pure and unadulterated terror, totally horrified, there was only one way to make it better, Mickey pulled the knife out, the glint of the blade in the low light flashes over his face, it made Randy’s breath catch. He tried to bolt, tried to turn to launch himself up the stairs, towards the safety of his apartment, away from his would-be attacker and that wasn’t going to happen. Mickey was on him too fast, one hand threads in short red hair and he jerks his head back, making it slam on the concrete, the sound was sickening and it made his struggle so much weaker immediately. Mickey sat on his stomach, knees on either side of him, he took in the view below him. Randy was already bleeding from his head wound, scarlet starting to stain the concrete, holding his own head up weakly, his other hand reaching out, trying to push on Mickey’s torso feebly.
He enjoyed this immensely. He watches him for a moment before it starts, it’s like the calm before a storm, like in the summer when you can feel a thunderstorm brewing, something in the air telling you what is to come, as if you can feel the electricity threatening to crackle and break though.
He lingers for only a moment more, he knows he is pushing it, but fuck, he has wanted this for so long and when he started he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop.
Finally the moment is just right, he raises the knife and there is zero hesitation, it comes down and comes down hard. It embeds into his shoulder first, the air is practically sucked out of Randy, eyes wide, his hand comes up to clutch near the blade but Mickey didn’t take too kindly to that. He twists it and a choked off whimper left Randy and then he yanks the knife up, pulling the blade out, the body below him moving with the force of it, back arching as the struggle to remove steel is won quickly.
Randy is still trying to hold the wound at his shoulder but the angle is awkward and the pain is blinding, he doesn’t think anything could snap him out of the agony, his mind is running a million miles a second, synapses are firing but not connecting to anything. The urge to flee is strong but how? How can he get out, how can he get away, he is stuck, he hurts so much, what is he going to do? He thought he left all this behind in Woodsboro, he should have been more careful, he knew the threat, the risks, he should have taken that tape more seriously and realised he was being watched probably this entire time since he got said tape.
It turns out there is one thing that can pull him out of his head and free him enough from the pain to speak, eyes come into focus as the hurt is numbed with what he is seeing. Ghostface is still seated on top of him and the fingers leave his hair, hand comes up and the mask is tugged off to reveal is pseudo sort of fuck buddy or more accurately, YOUR fuck buddy and the cucker to Randy’s cuckee’, Mickey fucking Altieri.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Randy wheezed out, a cough that sounded too wet coming out after the words left him, “Mickey?”
“Heya Randy.” He dropped the mask, gloved fingers ran through his own hair as he stared down at the body starting to struggle under him once more. It all comes to Randy at once, the cheating, the tape, the “coincidences”, the dark edges to him, the knowing looks, he is the killer, he is Ghostface. Of course he is.
“What the fuck? Why-AHH!” Randy yelped as the knife came back down, settling in the other shoulder, he left it there, holding the handle as he said, “Oh why? Meeks wants to know why-”
Mickey hums and grips the handle harder before starting to twist it slightly, back and forth, digging deeper. Randy is crying now, tears falling down and struggling for breath, “-lots and lots of reasons. I had this whole big motive, this crazy plan, Billy’s mom, you remember Billy’s mom, Nancy Loomis, had found me and brought me here, bankrolled my education while I was meant to do the dirty work-”
Randy could hardly believe what he was hearing over the burning and pulsing pain, Mickey kept talking, “-but thennn, you-”
Mickey pointed down at Randy with his free hand, “-fucked up. You took your girl for granted and I got to swoop in at that party and our whole whatever the fuck you want to call it started and I realized, I don’t want to share her. I don’t want to follow through on that original plan. I just want her. But she’s-”
He ripped the knife out and Randy half screamed, blood splatters over his robe and the wall and when Randy’s scream subsided he was still holding the knife while he made air quotes as he said “-all “in love with you” for some fucking reason.”
Mickey shakes his head, “She’s amazing, but man that shit I just do not understand. I mean look at you! No fight at all! Fuck, you are so pathetic. You find out I fucked your girlfriend and you come to my apartment begging me to do it again while you watch?! Who does that?”
He laughs with a shake of his head, “I know as long as you are around she wouldn’t dump you and I couldn’t ask her to, I would come off like a total dick and then she might push me away and end our fun. That can’t happen!”
The exclamation is loud, angry, and violent. The knife comes back down again, in the ribs and Randy’s body jerks, he coughs, blood paints his chin, he wheezes, he thinks his lung might be punctured. Mickey barks out, “Look at me, Meeks.”
Randy’s eyes open half way, he feels woozy, Mickey looks positively manic, he has leaned down closer, still holding that knife handle so tightly, “I’m doing this because it’s the only way I see that she can be all mine. I’m killing you to fix this little problem. I’m going to be there while she grieves, I’m going to be the one to help her pick up the pieces, she’s gonna cling to me and then I’m gonna have her all to myself.”
Mickey was grinning, “Our little thing was a good time I’ll admit that but I’m ready to move up to the next level, I don’t want to be her classmate, or her friend, I don’t want to be her fuck buddy, I want to be her boyfriend. Not you.”
Randy is shaking his head, his face is so wet, blood, sweat, drool, tears, he is mouthing something, too weak to talk, Mickey thinks it’s “No” but who cares really.
“Yeah. It’s gonna happen and there is nothing you can do to stop it.” Mickey said in a condensing tone as he nodded, “You’re going to die, and soon it seems like!”
Mickey rips the knife out again and Randy jerks once more, nowhere near as strong, “I cannot wait. Not anymore. You should see her when we are alone, the way she looks at me, talks to me, she isn’t yours and hasn’t been for a while. I’m just helping her see it, speeding along the inevitable. She’s mine.”
The silver blade stained red cuts through the air and hits home again, lower this time and a similar reaction is drawn, weaker still, before being pulled out and then it happens again and again. Chest, ribs once more, stomach, stab, cut, rip, tear while repeating that one word over and over again. A quiet chant breathed through gritted teeth on harsh exhales from the sheer amount of exertion and effort, “Mine. Mine. Mine.”
Randy is dead.
He didn’t get proper last words but Mickey thinks he didn’t deserve them the same way that he didn’t deserve you. Mickey is sure it happened sometime between the seventh and the seventeenth stab but it doesn’t really matter. He stays there for a moment looking down at Randy, body slowly turning cold, bloodstained and eyes lifeless.
He sits until he is sick of looking at him and then he gets up, the robe and mask are rolled up and put into his bag. He leaves out the back way, the camera is broken on that side of the building so no one can possibly tie him to this. He left with a spring in his step and the bag under his arm and excited for the news to reach him naturally.
The phone ringing is what wakes him up, he is wiping sleep out of his eyes as he makes his way to the kitchen, he snatches it up off of the bar and brings it up to his ear, “Lo’?”
It’s you, the voice sounding wrecked, you barely get the words, “Randy’s dead-” before you are sobbing, he lets himself smile. You start trying to talk a mile a minute through your sobs and he listens to you go on for a minute before he cuts in asking you to take a breath before he is apologising, tell you how awful that sounds and as you are sniffing you ask quietly, “Ca-can you come over? I-I don’t wan-want to be alone.”
“I’ll be right there.” He assures and you tell him, “Hurry, please-”
He tells you he will be right there. He hangs up, he throws on clothes and finds himself humming on the way to your place. He shows up with coffee and breakfast, it’s stupid early and he isn’t sure when you last ate, he knocks and calls out, before he can get your name out the door is open and you are throwing your arms around his neck. He almost drops the coffee tray in one hand and the take out bag in the other but he keeps a grip on them. Your face is wet and buried in his shirt, body shaking and he says softly, “Oh hey, hey, I’m here.”
You stand in your doorway for minutes and he doesn’t rush you, he lets you cling to him and God this is already working out so well.
Once he manages to get you inside he sits with you, he makes sure you eat, he listens, holds the box of tissues while you lament, “I wasn’t allowed to see him but they say it was a massacre, they are talking murder Mickey-”
“Murder? Oh my God!”
If only you knew. But you never would.
He barely left your side. You kept asking him to stay, begging him to be close, you told him that he made you feel safe, made this easier to handle, you feared you’d fall apart without him and it made him feel so important. Your grief is intense but he loves how you are like this, how you rely on him even when things are difficult and hard to manage, he loves the desperation. He pokes, he has a small pattern, you are so raw that a small nudge makes your emotions go screwy and when you are in a deep spiral then he helps soothe you, pulls you out of it again and makes sure any positive emotion you feel during this time, no matter how small, is tied to him.
You are so needy, but he has never felt this needed and my God is it nice to feel needed.
No serious suspicion is thrown his way. He doesn’t kill anyone else, lets everything calm and die down and a funeral is planned and hosted for Randy over a month after he died. Everyone was just so scared that whoever it was might strike again beforehand. The fear it was Ghostface was present, kept Sidney and everyone else permanently on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop but it seemingly never does and they all have to start moving on sometime. Mickey had to fight hard to keep the act up, but inside there was such power and joy in doing the receiving line of Randy’s family, shaking hands and giving condolences, everyone unaware that he is the reason and cause of his death.
He made the right call, abandoning the other plan for this was amazing. He listens as you cry your way through your turn speaking, he knows he is going to be comforting you hard after this and true, right after you finished you come over and he held your hand, giving you the pack of tissues he had in his pocket.
The casket buried, the wake over, he is with you back at his place. You’d been wanting to spend more and more time here, you hadn’t cleared out all the little pieces of Randy from your space yet and you felt like you couldn’t face them today. Your eyes are red from the crying, your nose raw from the tissues used, sitting on his couch, heels kicked off and in your funeral dress still. You aren’t quite as sombre now, he had seen to that, he got your favourite take out just before the place closed, it was near midnight and you actually ate, half empty boxes on the coffee table along with a few empty drink cans.
You were cradling your current drink in your hand, looking across the couch to him, you were both sitting on the same ends of the couch as before, a mirror of that night months previous that started all this. He was in the middle of telling some story that was making you laugh, the smile on your face was small but steadily growing. “She ended up not even having her wallet after all that.”
“Holy shit, no way! So then what?”
“What do you mean what? I sure as shit didn’t pay for her.” He laughed and you said around an amused exhale of your own, “Alright fair, especially after how she treated the cashier yeah fuck her.”
He takes another pull from his can and you did the same before setting aside with a sigh. You rested your head on the back of the couch as you said, “Thanks for this Mick.”
A questioning hum left him paired with raised eyebrows and you elaborate, “For being here for me. I know I’ve been like a mess, understandably so but a mess all the same. I know dealing with me hasn’t been easy but just…Without your support I dunno how I would have gotten through this.”
“Oh hey, no need to thank me. That is what a good guy does.” He said easily and you nod, “You really are, you’re so great.”
You reach out, a grabby hand gesture and he fills your need, taking your hand and you sigh. “I feel bad.”
“For a different reason other than the funeral?” He asked and you laughed a little, “Yeah. I just…I’ve been having these thoughts that make ME feel like I’m a horrible person.”
“What thoughts could you possibly be having to make you feel like that?”
“I dunno if I should say.” You grumbled and he said, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to but you know you can trust me. I won’t judge you and I sure as shit won’t tell anyone else.”
You are quiet for a moment before deciding that yes, he is right, you can trust him. You might even feel better getting it out, “I loved Randy. I mean I still love Randy but…All this time I have been spending with you and everything from before, how great you are I’ve been thinking about you more than I should. In ways I probably shouldn’t.”
He ignores the first half of your sentence, he is sure that would fade in time, he focuses on the second half, “Like how?”
You give a half shrug and look away, gaze averted and he says your name, stretching it out, he is leaning closer and you steal a glance back at him and say, “Like…”
The tension is thick, you’ve moved closer throughout the conversation yourself, not so much on the opposite ends of the couch now, almost on the same cushion in the middle of the couch you take a deep breath to steady yourself and you open up. You are already raw and vulnerable, why not go all in?
“I’ll be in a class I don’t have with you and I feel this huge hole where you should be. I don’t feel like I can do anything properly while away from you, I can’t eat or focus, the weight of everything else crushes me but when you are around I have, fuck, I have hope. I think I can do this, I feel stronger and better, you do that for me!”
He keeps doing what he has for more than a month, he listens, he squeezes your hand harder and he listens to you.
“I’ll be in bed alone and wish you were with me. My sleep schedule is wrecked but I think I could finally get some good rest with you because I swear to God, if there is one, I only feel safe around you lately.”
You are speaking so fast now, as if you can’t communicate your intense emotion fast enough until the words stop because your other hand that isn’t in his is on his face, tugging him close to you and kissing him. It starts off hot, deep, needy and he is stunned, it takes a moment to match the energy but he lets you lead it. Fuck he has missed this, missed feeling you against him, you start to slow, he keeps pace, from all consuming open mouthed to soft brushes with laboured breathing and you pull back, “That. I have been thinking the most about doing that.”
“And that…Makes you feel bad? Cuz it felt pretty good to me.” You laugh from the tone and his expression, the big smile that is so him, you admit, “No that did feel good but I feel bad because my boyfriend has been in the ground for less than twelve hours and I’m on your couch, kissing you and I’ve been thinking about doing it for weeks.”
You inhale in a way he has come to know far too intimately, that hitch that tattles on you that you are going to cry, you choke out, “How shitty of a person does that make me?”
He lets go of your hand, his hands are on your cheeks and then tracing down to your neck, thumbs stroke over the line of your jaw and he says, “It doesn’t, hey, you aren’t a shitty person. You’re my favourite person.”
Your hands are on his wrists and you shake your head, “I’m pretty sure I am, I-I don’t deserve you, I didn’t deserve Randy either-”
A sniff and he assures further, “No, stop that, you deserve so much. I wouldn’t be here, I wouldn’t be doing this if you didn’t.”
It is quiet for a moment, you are trying to breathe through it and stop yourself from seriously crying, he knows just the right thing to say, “I know I’m really stupid but I have good taste.”
You laugh. A nod as you admit, “Okay, you’re right, you do have good taste.”
“We’re gonna ignore you not disagreeing with me calling myself stupid-” You laugh again harder, “But see! So if I have good taste that means that everything I do for you isn't a mistake, it’s not wasted, you deserve this.”
You look into his eyes and ask a bit more seriously, one of the main worries weighing on you, “Isn’t it too soon?”
It’s his turn to laugh, “What? Do you seriously think Meeks would want you to recognize Victorian mourning customs and mope around in all black for a year?” Another laugh spills out of you at the image, “Why does the timing matter on this? If you want it now, then why not now? What is waiting a few more weeks or months going to do?”
He is right. Why does it matter?
The next thing you ask is, “Am I really your favourite person?”
“Easily. No contest.” You are still so close to each other, and you decided fuck it, why does it matter? You’ve been through so much, you are desperate and you deserve to feel good and so you give into what you have been craving.
You kiss him again on the couch.
Neither of you stay on the couch for very long.
It comes out while you are in his bed, your dress on the floor and you are under him, arms wrapped around his neck, you feel like you could cry but not for any of the feelings or reasons that you had previously over this past month. You don’t want to sob because you are sad or missing Randy or anything else, you cry because fucking hell you missed this, you needed this, it feels incredible but it’s more than that. You finally realised it a while ago, but now? You are unable to ignore it, can’t hold it inside, the admission is on your tongue and has been threatening to come out between moans for minutes. Rocking with him, feverish kisses placed over the side of his face as you gasp, Mickey’s hands are all over, like he cannot get enough of you, he is buried deep and he hits that spot that makes your whole body want to shudder and at long last it comes out in a rush, overwhelmed and feeling overflows you tell him-
“I love you.”
That makes him slow, not stop, but slow, rolls of his hips are purposeful, the change in angle is fantastic, the pressure and grinding on your clit makes you want to cry all over again. He has one arm under your neck, the other one runs up your side, there is this expression on his face that can only be described as a cross between joyful disbelief and pure affection, brown eyes are warm as he asks, “What did you just say?”
You repeat it, louder, voice more sure, “I said I love you.” A harder thrust, a shared and hushed moan, your nails biting into the skin on the back of his neck, you make yourself maintain eye contact, it’s difficult but it’s important so you manage, “I am tired of-of feeling it, fuck, and not saying it, I fucking love you.”
He couldn’t be happier, this was better than he ever could have planned or hoped, better than any dream possible, he leans down, kisses you deeply and you return it. Eyes closed you are close in sensation and the moment, in him. He pulls back, close enough his forehead is touching yours as he breathes back the same sentiment, “I love you too, so fucking much.”
A broken moan that could be read as the word “really” but he is picking up the pace, quicker, rougher and your hand falls back, a desperate plea of, “Mickey, fuck, don’t stop-”
As if he would ever.
He did manage to get away with it.
It’s been over a year since Randy’s murder, you are none the wiser and you barely mention Randy anymore. Sure his birthday, his death day and your old anniversary with Meeks was hard but that was understandable and tolerable.
The main and most important thing is that he had you, after the funeral you and he became official, you kept it on the down low, he insisted he wanted you to be spared the judgement, you were already going through so much and any added stress needed to be stomped out. You and he talked regularly about living together and man was he ever excited for when that could happen. Sure it would make his “hobby”, whenever he picked it back up again, more difficult but fuck it, he loved a good challenge. The itch for murder hasn’t been on his mind in so long, much too happy and concerned with you, wrapped up in your relationship but he was feeling that need wriggling in the back of his brain, he can ignore it for the time being. He got away with it and he has you, life is good.
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Rhythm Doctor Fic Recommendations (Part Two!)
hi there! it's been quite a while since part one of what is essentially becoming a series of uplifting writers in the rhythm doctor community, and we're now as i'm writing this at a whole 78 fics!!!!
it's been amazing seeing this fanbase grow, and especially fun reading through what everyone writes. so here i am once again, giving you the scoop on some of the best fics i've read! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o
please go give the writers some love and leave some comments on their work, especially the incomplete ones!!! read below the cut for your reccs!!
for real though comment on these. they're all so good
Moments of Reprieve by @emphasis-on-the-oopsie/SnowyShipsLogicality: (Rated G, Paian-centric, 4+1 fic and domestic fluff, 2,758 Words; Completed)
4 times Ada kissed Ian
(+2 times he kissed her)
morning laps for lovebirds by Tigroou: (Rated G, Miner Scales-centric, fluff & slice of life, 1,623 Words; Completed)
Lucky liked to run laps with the hospital team. Except today.
Smoke Signals by @sirwow: (Rated T, Cocole-centric, RD Connections Converged, 3,089 Words; Completed)
A Prelude story- Cole and Nicole's first meeting, the totally normal way Cole got here.
like real people do by @midnight--ink/magic-at-midnight: (Rated G, Paian-centric, fluff & first kiss, 2,367 Words; Completed)
Eight years was a long time to get to know someone, and he had spent those years memorizing all of Ada's traits and quirks and idiosyncrasies. He knew how much milk and sugar she liked in her coffee, the way she snorted when she laughed, which movies always made her cry. He knew all of her worst insecurities and how she covered them up with a smile. He knew how, whenever possible, she would take a few extra minutes to chat with the patients or reassure their nervous loved ones before an operation.
So he watched her quietly, and he swallowed down the words that had been tangled in the back of his throat since their college days: I'm in love with you.
The Masque of the Mauve Death by @lolatulips/FieldofRoses2992: (Rated T, Intern OC, RD Possession AU, 8,912 Words; Completed)
A plague of Possession has hit Middlesea Hospital, afflicting its patients and doctors with a never before seen set of perils to traverse though and undo.
Uuuunfortunately, one of the Hospital's main hopes for some return to normalcy is the newest Intern, Marie Sanglante, who would much prefer to just kick up her feet and watch the madness unfold as comfortably as she can while Ian and Ada manage with the worst of the work. (Or, well, mostly Ian)
After all, what's a little plague to someone with control over space and time like her? It's not like she can be affected by it anyways, right?
mandarin peels on abandoned paperwork by @angelictactics/@herosplatling-replica: (Rated T, Paian-centric, RD Possession AU, Confession of Love, 2,590 Words; Completed)
things you said when you thought i was asleep (RD Possession AU by @possessable on tumblr!)
Helping Hand (Tumblr Mirror) by @hear-that-music-in-the-air: (Rated G, Ada & Ian focused, 1,566 Words; Completed)
After seeing Ada struggle with the rhythm treatments and get reprimanded by Edega, Ian comes up with a way to help her out.
prestissimo by @angelictactics/@herosplatling-replica: (Rated G, Intern OC, depiction of an anxiety attack, 3,357 Words; Incomplete as of 4/5/24)
(musical notation and terminology) extremely quickly; as fast as possible
The Internbot™ is taken on a test run.
Conversations Behind Closed Doors by @hear-that-music-in-the-air: (Rated G, Ian POV, Ada & Ian and Edega & Ian focused, 1,661 Words; Complete)
Displeased with Ian's lack of progress on the rhythm defibrillator project, Edega calls him into his office, and presents him with an ultimatum.
Aerophobia by @i-want-to-do-things/Amiiiiiiiii: (Rated G, Paian-centric, Fear of Flying, Fluff & Slice of Life, 848 Words; Complete)
Ian is the kind of guy to be terrified of flying on a plane
eisoptrophobia by Tigroou: (Rated G, Miner Scales-centric, Slice of Life, Introspection of Body Image, 1,948 Words; Complete)
“I just noticed,” Miner finally said, “that you don’t look at yourself in the mirror.”
A Gift From the Heart by @angelictactics/@herosplatling-replica: (Rated T, Polyrhythmcule-centric and Cocole Loghailucia & Miner Scales featured, Valentine's Day Fluff, Slice of Life, 8,226 Words; Complete)
Valentine's Day (noun)
Definition: Holiday observed on February 14 (Wednesday) to celebrate love and friendship
Last Cup of Coffee by ReneeDokobora2042/@rendekobora: (Rated G, Cocole-centric, Fluff, 2,689 Words; Complete)
Nicole gets informed that she can be discharged, and she doesn’t wanna break the news to anyone… especially Cole.
helping hands by Tigroou: (Rated G, Lucky-centric, Slice of Life, 3,406 Words; Complete)
[“I’m just asking,” Ada said carefully, “but have you thought about speaking to a therapist?”
The silence that answered her was more deafening than any roar he could have uttered in her ear.
“You want me to talk to a shrink?” Lucky said incredulously, making her wince.]
or, one night leads to an important conversation.
Middlesea Slices by Pokemod123/@pokeart123: (Rated G, Intern OC, Slice of Life, Episodic, 4,762 Words; Incomplete as of 4/5/24)
Every day at Middlesea Hospital is uniquely chaotic. Join Mal Prachett, the Rhythm Doctor Program Intern, as they try their best to navigate work, friendship, and the malleable nature of space-time itself. This will mostly be episodic slice of life content. Anything that veers from that will be clarified in the pre-chapter notes. Because each chapter is a oneshot, content warnings will be placed in the notes as well.
Reality Bending Beat by @i-want-to-do-things/Amiiiiiiiii: (Rated G, Intern OC, Slice of Life & Mystery, 1,131 Words; Incomplete as of 4/5/24)
There seems to be a new intern in the hospital! They seem to be a bit odd, dont they?
In Dreams by @hear-that-music-in-the-air: (Rated G, Ada & Ian focused, depiction of nightmares, 2,143 Words; Complete)
About a week after Ian's "talk" with Edega, and a number of sleepless hours attempting to continue his work on the rhythm defibrillator, the nightmares begin.
Ada starts to worry.
Sequel to "Conversations Behind Closed Doors"!
A Hollow Voice by @lolatulips/FieldofRoses2992: (Rated T, Intern OC, Robot AU, robot gore and death, 3,669 Words; Complete)
A robot Marie stumbles upon a broken and dying android in the middle of a drizzle and decides to do whatever she can to help, despite everything telling her it would be worthless to do so.
Wet Socks by @hear-that-music-in-the-air: (Rated G, Ada & Ian focused, for Week of Spring on RDL!, 1,914 Words; Complete)
Ian is not a fan of hiking, or anything generally outdoorsy. Unfortunately for him, Ada is very persuasive.
Blossoming romance outside of fitness room by @granat-sof/GranatSof: (Rated G, Miner Scales-centric, Fluff, Romance, & Slice of Life, 7,679 Words; Incomplete as of 4/5/24)
An assortment of various fluffy stories about Lucky and Miner having a life together after leaving the hospital. A continuation of a comic made about them. A LOT of headcannons and toothrottingly sweet romantical crap included.
Cough Syrup by @angelictactics/@herosplatling-replica: (Rated G, Polyrhythmcule-centric, Slice of Life, Sickfic, Domestic Fluff, 5,787 Words; Complete)
Ada wakes up with what sure as hell feels like the flu.
Connections Converged by @sirwow: (Rated T, featuring Miner Scales, Cocole & Loghail, RD Connections Converged, 7,773 Words; Incomplete as of 4/5/24)
A post act 5 story continuation, exploring new shenanigans, the lonesome characters, and ever growing tension across the hospital as everyone gets closer or further.
okay thats all my recent fic recs good night everybirdy im disintegrating as we speak xoxo 🥰
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Hi! Such a fan. My guilty pleasure is extremely well written explicit noncon fics with main characters whose despair at explicit abuse you love but who you root for to be saved -- like yours, All Kinds of Broken, Captive Prince and its amazing fic universe, a really great one called The Past is Weakness by MercurialTenacity, etc. I could go on... which is my ask! Any chance you could do another post offering & soliciting reccs for the best of the best? (Already checked out the previous list, thanks for it!) I feel like I spend hours skimming through AO3 to find the rare gems - which makes it worth it, but damn what a time suck🙏🔥
I completely sympathize with the time suck that is finding good fic.
Recently I've been enjoying A Stain that Won't Dissolve and Underline the Blue, both by @not-poignant and both still updating in bite-sized, totally addictive chapters.
While I cannot get into MDZS in any of its many incarnations, Time Signature and Say More by @letteredlettered require zero canon knowledge and are excellent. More angst/pining than actual whump, but there's some light BDSM, for a treat.
A Treaty With Teeth by @yelpfic has it all: slavery, forced prostitution, dragon sex. Okay, so I'm not really into dragon sex, but the first two things on that list are so deliciously well done they make me enjoy the dragon sex.
I also recommend Baldur's Gate 3 -- yes, the entire game, and specifically Astarion's arc. It is just *clenches fists* so good.
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If We Died Tonight
For @mollymarymarie and @imsiriuslyreading a little Wolfstar angst with a happy ending… <33
If we could take a photo
Eternalize this moment
For the days when I don't believe
When our love gets stolen
'Cause there's no exception
And I know time will take you far from me
Let this night invade my lungs
You're all I wanna breathe
Right beside the lake, I burn for you
You burn for me
So kiss me the way that you would
If we died tonight
Hold me the way that you would
For the final time
Whatever may come, somewhere deep inside
There's always this version of you and I
So just kiss me the way that you would
If we died tonight, if we died tonight, yeah
All the deepest secrets
All the darkest moments
Oh, I promise they'll be safe with me
We've all been broken
There's no exception
But you carry it so gracefully
Let this night invade my lungs
You're all I want to breathe
Right beside the lake, I burn for you
You burn for me
(Kiss Me by Dermot Kennedy)
He finds Remus standing beside the edge of the Great Lake. He’s soaking, the rain pelting through his stupid battered jacket, the pointless one – not waterproof, and without a hood – wet curls plastered onto his face. His sodden, frayed jeans already clinging to his too thin frame, wearing his battered canvas shoes, completely useless in this weather, like an idiot. His shoulders hunched forwards – resigned, shivering. His eyes have a far-away, brooding expression, looking out at the grey waters lapping at his feet. It’s not unlike the look on his face before the full moon, except that expression is more resigned in its weariness. This one has more in common with hopelessness, a tiredness that sees no future.
He thinks he knows what that look means.
“What do you think about this whole spy thing?” Peter had asked him a week ago, interrupting Sirius’ thoughts.
“Fuck, Wormy,” Sirius said, putting down his fork with an irritated sigh. “I don’t even want to think about it.”
“But who could it possibly be?” said Peter, with terror in his voice.
“No clue, Wormy, no fucking clue!” Sirius said, picking up the fork again and moving food around his plate. “Dedalus Diggle? Seems a bit of an airhead though. Or Elphias Doge? But he’s a good friend of Dumbledore’s for years. It’s none of us, obviously. And it’s not the Prewetts, or Aberforth, or Hagrid, obviously. Not Marlene, the Longbottoms or Moody… I don’t fucking know. Who do you think it is?”
“I’ve no idea!” said Peter, his voice rising by an octave. “I wish I knew.”
“Yeah, listen, Wormy, don’t think about it too much. It’ll just make you paranoid.”
He’s already feeling very fucking paranoid himself.
“Thanks, Pads,” said Peter, with a forced smile. “I’ll try. If anyone had a reason to become the spy it’d be Moony, with all the anti-Werewolf shit that’s happening. But he’d be the last person to join Voldemort’s side. He’d rather die than join them.”
Sirius stared at Peter.
“Remus is literally the very last person I would ever suspect, Pads, don’t worry, I’m not a total moron! I’d sooner think it was me or you than Moony!” Peter laughed, shaking his head as though he had said something funny.
“Yeah, whatever…” Sirius let out a harsh breath.
“I’m joking, I swear!” Peter had squirmed, leaving the newspaper on the table as he left the room.*
Peter may well have been joking, but he hasn’t stopped thinking about this conversation, or that newspaper article, replaying it over and over and over when he lies awake at night, like a faulty record stuck on a groove, unable to sleep.
Remus was due to accompany him tomorrow on an Order mission to Shropshire, just the two of them, but at the last minute he bowed out, some pathetic excuse about having ‘double booked’ himself, about ‘needing to go on a recce for Dumbledore’. Which makes zero sense, because Dumbledore picked them, them specifically, to go to Shropshire. Which, by the way, he rarely does nowadays – not since the time James Fucking Potter told him he’s over-protective of Moony and therefore a liability on joint missions. Prick. He’s probably right, but he’s still a prick, regardless. He’s also his best friend and best brother.
Only brother.
Regulus Arcturus Black is missing, presumed dead, since December 1979, nearly two years ago. The spineless, soft, clueless, poor bastard idiot.
They say he’s dead, Death Eaters and Order members alike; Death Eaters taunting him, gloating, Cousin Bellatrix’s cackling laughter shouting it out with the aid of a Sonorus during battles, knowing he will hear it and how much it hurts him, ‘You betrayed him, disowned him, left him to die!’
Not strictly true, but he may as well have, a voice that sounds suspiciously like his mother tells him. He knows this already. Regulus point blank refused his help. His father made sure of it*. But he knows for a fact that he should have done more, forced Regulus to flee with him, made him renounce his upbringing, maybe even Imperiused him into…
Continue on ao3…
#wolfstar#sirius black#remus lupin#marauders era#first wizarding war#angst with a happy ending#🥺🥺❤️❤️#Wolfstar fic#who is the spy???#marauders#hope you enjoy!
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hello! im in love with the way you write - dark and twisty but oh so lovely. i love how you put so many intertextual allusions too - do you have any reccs (literature, poetry, song, fanfic anything really)?
This is such a compliment and also a cool assignment. Let me see. What are some things I can share…
This art ^
Cyrano de Bergerac (1990 French film). If you’ve never seen it, it’s a beautifully costumed rendition of my favorite tragedy. I’m not usually much for tragedy but this one really satisfies me. The English subtitle translation renders the poetry parts well.
“Windmills of your Mind” A song
freshly turned soil by the hydrangea bush, by s.s.
A video essay about a play through of a video game about a book about a house
“Su Prabhat”, a violin piece
With some caveats about violence and mental illness in media, I usually recommend both the Fight Club movie and book. The book especially has a kind of disjointed but evocative prose I think really holds up to analysis.
If you’ve never read it before, I also recommend “Small Gods” by Terry Pratchett. Wonderful mix of comedy and philosophy. Influenced me a lot, in kind of the opposite way that Voltaire’s “Candide” influenced me a lot
Also “The Goblin Emperor” (abused & exiled prince learning how to be king) and its sequels which aren’t really sequels but ARE fantasy world consulting detective genre. These are really not anything like my style, I just like them. 
I hesitate to recommend fanfic because it relies so much on prior context; and if it doesn’t, then when you get into the fandom you’ll realize belatedly that it really isn’t reflective of the source material at all. That said, here are a couple that moved me:
“Excerpts of a 123-year love letter from Gotham to London, (ongoing).” Yes, they mean the cities themselves
Total au, time period setting and even gender. Professional wrestling, lesbians, and misunderstandings.
The existential horror of being caught in a franchise where you are the antagonist (and you will do it forever). The existential horror of being in love (it will take all of you).
An AU where the doctor character who is always on the good guys side takes the other path and joins the franchise bad guys, The Decepticons. Only, in the very beginning of a revolution, all that good and bad stuff isn’t yet set in stone.
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hiya papaya! my partner and i love your youtube videos, and we recently started a book review podcast focusing on books with queer themes. i wanted to ask if you had any lesser known queer ya book reccs, cuz i'd love to hear about them of so! also, i would love to cover your book at some point and perhaps talk with you about it, but that's future things cuz i don't want to fully ask that when we're only one episode in ourselves. thanks for making such awesome videos!~
I'm a huge huge huge podcast nerd so I may check out yours and would totally love to be on it! I really do despite all appearences spend most of my time gaming while listening to podcasts. Most of those podcasts are old episodes of mbmbam but look, we don't choose our autism.
I so don't do enough reading of NOT bad books in truth. Reading is hard and I take my occasional bad book breaks to read... like random stuff rather than specifically lgbt ya. But digging through my review archives and memory:
I'd be remiss if I didn't mention The Butterfly Assassin series by Finn Longman, which is foremost a spy assassin story set in a closed city but also has (and goes into more later) an aro ace lead character! And a very keen specific focus on close platonic bonds!! Stuff like that always gets passed over talking queer lit because it's not that bombastic I think to go 'there's good friendship here' but honestly so important to me to see books on purpose intentionally highlight platonic bonds as just as important as romantic or sexual. Anyway, great books. Caveat I know the author a bit but like, I am too autistic to hype up a friend's book that I DIDN'T genuinely love.
The aro/ace database is a key friend and work of art.
I think Angels Before Man is very widely known but a very interesting queer angel book!
Valhalla trilogy by Ari Bach is a very fun far future sci fi action fest with norse mythology parallels and dangerous lesbian valkyries
Archangel Protocol series, Lyda Morehouse isn't YA I think. Maybe. The fourth book could be, that one has a teen lead. Anyway, look!!! My fav angel weird sci fi universal unitarian religious 90s cyberpunk series...
I don't think my reccs help much at all here but there you go! I KNOW a lot of indie lgbt books. I just haven't actually read them.... yet......
#I'm a failure of a reader really who writes indie lgbt books but#I mostly read weird pulp on my off time#I'm 20% through harrow the ninth have been for months#next book I'm reading for fun is likely to be about a robot dog or like a ya book for 13 yr old boys#sometimes theres asks
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NOPE 2022. Review with spoilers under the read more
Nope didn't quite work as horror for me but was a decent action flick, I'd have enjoyed the experience better if it wasn't under "sci fi" and "horror": spent the time expecting something else instead of properly being in the moment - I was tired, had specific ideas about what might happen, then immediately wanted a rewatch because I'd missed the good stuff looking for other stuff (will do that rewatch as soon as possible)
It didn't work (as sci fi horror) partly because I'm a know-it-all/super nerd who gets all the sci-fi references and knows all the tropes and partly because Peele really doesn't do subtle.
Entertainment chimp chaos + ufo + horse wranglers = space chimp chaos, it was clearly a people and horse eating creature from jump so no build up there. I'm totally used to aliens being either creature based or beyond our understanding.
// or that wonderful balance in between that films like Arrival and Annihilation (or Evangelion) found where there's a logic but it's larger than we are, we're space dogs compared to their space humans.
That's my jam. The existential horror/wonder of encountering something advanced enough we can interact but to understand it? That's beyond us: might blow our minds or change us forever or leave us without answers because we're just not good enough. Yeah. Tangeant over lol //
- The second very specific thing is the sound of screams. I have trouble telling the difference between good and bad ones, I have had dissociative freezes at fairs and theme parks looking at people clearly enjoying themselves. For some reason that I cannot rewire or logic away, my brain assumes 1 of the people on the ride must be in genuine distress. Occasionally it happens with playground screams too. It's something I've had to work on as I lived close enough to hear fairgrounds every summer from age 15 - 30. I've heard them on the wind in july here for ten years. I cope well nowadays, a brief shudder then it's fine.
Anyway, Nope also didn't work as horror for me for two very specific personal reasons:
-the first that I won't really expand on here is trauma turned into a good story: dealing with something bad (and also very much NOT dealing with it) by having a good story to tell. The fact that this story dropped that into the narrative then didn't follow up meant that I briefly thought there might be something to break my heart in two... but that wasn't the point being made, the point clearly was a childhood exploitation turning into a pattern of exploiting everything.
// If you know of stories about trauma turned into a story to avoid confronting it directly or giving a good end send me reccs I'm ready to pick at that wound (okay okay maybe not 'I May Destroy You' final episode levels of ready, Michaela Coel is too powerful). //
So I was looking for that and it didn't happen.
So I knew exactly what the opening sound was, what the faint sound in the wind was. So the only reveal was that it wasn't mimicry or psychological tactics by the alien (i was still in the mode of thinking of various sci fi beings who used/enjoyed fear instead of just a wild creature. I was primed to puzzle solve and there's no puzzle just layers of meaning).
But I did love OJ the cowboy hero and his sister Em on the motorbike. They had very believable sibling energy despite one of them being in a deep funk at the start. And yeah the Akira bike slide was awesome. I really liked the alien design, starting with something we think we know but actually more of a sand dollar then popping into the jellyfish form but with the non-organic, not quite working within our physics square.
If it's an action film, it takes its time to really start which is why I was stuck on slowburn dread sci-fi mode for so long but that could be western film pacing. I honestly have no understanding or knowledge whatsoever of westerns: the whole genre stank as ahistorical attempts at myth making.
// It's one of the reasons I don't watch war films, often about myth making, post hoc justifications, glamorising a life of 95% boredom 5% hell. //
But yeah my expectations were a little too high: it hit me way too late that it was a 1:1 chimp metaphor not a more vague tampering with something we can't control and really thought the creature would be playing with fear or have somehow been formed by fear (like the boar in Annihilation having taken on its victims traits).
Also suffered from way too dark syndrome. I loved the well lit final action, if it'd been well lit during the creature choking over the house scene that would have been so much cooler. I have a low tolerance for ooh it goes bump in the dark for half the movie, I'm just squinting and cursing you for padding the film with anything but character moments in the aftermath or in dread that would make the human impact feel more real.
Solid action flick: We need dashing Daniel Kaluuya on a horse in more films. Keke Palmer is a scene stealer I look forward to seeing more of her. I liked the emo tech guy. Film dude was wack without being funny. Why did they give him so much screen time? Steven Yeun does what he can with what little he had. I would have liked to have lingered a little longer on his conflicting relationship to fame.
My review? No yet rated. Gonna rewatch it as an action flick in the dark and enjoy it for what it is. Something tells me it's very rewatchable! And... I need to stop making assumptions based on genre expectations.
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