i remember thinking some people will like this one (i am barely coherent and just wanted to hide spoilers for people)

while huge swathes of garak's heart are probably just like... the emotional equivalent of the aftermath of the chernobyl disaster. I think that right in the center of it there's a little julian bashir sitting at their usual table, and it's always the moment right before he glances up and breaks into a smile. and probably he's wearing a slutty little sexy halloween version of a doctor's uniform too but we don't have time to unpack that right now

A message from an AO3 author to fanfiction readers:

If you leave a comment on my work, then I love you.

If you go through my account leaving comments on all my works and every chapter that I update, then I love you.

You will never be annoying. You will never be the exception. I will never not love someone appreciating my work.

If you leave kudos, then I love you.

If you just read my fic, and don't interact, then I love you.

If you scroll past my works and never read them, then I STILL love you.

We are a community, we love each other.

Let's stop forgetting that.

Ao3, the love of my life, my dearest of companions, my shawtyest of bae, my babiest of baby girls, please, come back to me.. I cannot do this without you

(not ship)

the way i was like “don’t expect much art from me for a while!” and then go and do something like this 😐

open for better quality | no reposts | ID under the cut

[Image description: A four page comic detailing Kaeya’s Hidden Strife event dialogue with Adelinde and his strained relationship with Diluc.

A box on the first page states, “Hidden Strife event final day”. Adelinde explains with her head bowed politely, “I’m sorry, Captain Kaeya, but the Dawn Winery is having a fire safety inspection today. You’ll have to come back another day.” Kaeya averts his eyes with a concerned expression.

On the second page, Kaeya forces a smile. He starts: “Haha... seriously, shouldn’t you at least ask me to stay for din- -ner?”. He sees something in the distance and his eyes widen in shock.

The third page depicts Aether and Paimon running out of the manor. “Come on!” Paimon exclaims. “Diluc is waiting for us at Falcon Coast!” Kaeya and Adelinde can be seen in the background.

The fourth page starts with a flashback to a scene in Angel’s Share during Diluc’s Noctua: Chapter 1 story quest. Kaeya recalls telling him, “I feel strangely comforted by the fact that you now have an assistant, Diluc.” “I just wish,” he thinks to himself, “it could have been me standing by your side again.” At the bottom of the page, a young Diluc and Kaeya dressed in their Knights of Favonius uniforms laugh together. Kaeya has a hand on Diluc’s shoulder. Diluc has an arm slung over Kaeya’s shoulder and bends over slightly as he laughs.]

my melody standing by the mailbox (2014)

When i think about how Van Palmer was developed in a lab to get me in a goddamn chokehold.

You got a lesbian. You got a butch lesbian. You got a comedy-prone butch lesbian. You got a comedy-prone, movie-obsessed butch lesbian. You got a comedy-prone, movie-obsessed, haunted-by-a-rough-childhood butch lesbian. You got a comedy-prone, movie-obsessed, haunted-by-a-rough-childhood, hidden-pragmatic-depths butch lesbian.

You put that lesbian in survival hell situations. You put that lesbian in survival hell situations with her girlfriend. You put that lesbian in survival hell situations with her girlfriend as the romantic heart of your show. You put that lesbian in survival hell situations with her girlfriend as the romantic heart of the show AND make them both unkillable.

You put that lesbian in two timelines. You put that lesbian in the storyteller role. You put that lesbian in scars and silver rings. You put that lesbian in a position to explore the darkest side of loving someone. You put that lesbian on my screen, and you cast Liv Hewson. You put that lesbian on my screen, and you cast Lauren Ambrose. I mean. I mean.

Any ONE of these things would have been enough, and yet. Here we are. Watching the unkillable, complex-ass, funny, scary, heartfelt, fireproof lesbian get her face torn off by wolves, commit cannibalism, fall in love, move to fucking Ohio, and come back for more?? And you expect her NOT to move into a penthouse apartment in the very center of my heart? Be serious, dude. Be so serious.

Have we... have we talked about Watson's habit of throwing writing he doesn't like across the room?

We had the bit with the list of Things Sherlock Sucks At in A Study in Scarlet:

When I had got so far in my list I threw it into the fire in despair.

And NOW we've got this delightful bit in The Resident Patient:

Finding that Holmes was too absorbed for conversation, I had tossed aside the barren paper

And i DISTINCTLY REMEMBER finding something similar with a yellow-backed novel when I was reading the Adventures collection. Took me three minutes to find it again, in The Boscombe Valley Mystery:

The puny plot of the story was so thin, however, when compared to the deep mystery through which we were groping, and I found my attention wander so continually from the action to the fact, that I at last flung it across the room

LIKE. I'm sorry to me this is one of Watson's defining traits now. I can't stop laughing.

Watson: Yeah I love Sherlock but I swear he can be incredibly dramatic at times 🙄

Also Watson:

Stories Found Letters to Emily. E. Dickinson.

From a house... through one of its windows with a view of hope, of crazy nights, of words like swords. In the center of the great city emanated love, a perfume of nostalgia that silently penetrated all the senses, the people, those who died and those who said goodbye under the shade to see and try to smile at Emily. One day Juan, a pragmatic guy, arrived and sat alone in the middle of nowhere, he noticed and remained motionless dreaming in the air when he felt someone staring at him, when he discovered that elegant woman, he said: inside himself; his demeanor and beauty seems to surpass everything beautiful, the intangible that I have not lived.

[...] Juan, the man who claimed to be a rain bard. And who never stops or refuses anything in the face of a woman's mysticism and sensuality, tried to groom himself from head to toe again and again, and introduce himself. At the sight of him, Emily's heart skipped a beat, she blushed and turned away from the window. Juan could not contain himself, he fell in love and joined the feast of nature and when the wind began to sway the grass, he had to leave, he decided to leave his heart for what he would take and Emily had given him her soul that lay naked before those clean eyes.

—  Juan Francisco Palencia. Brief Narratives.

[Incidental place where words meet intertwine. Philosophy, Contemporary Literature, thoughts, love, poetry, feelings, minimalism, re' readings.]

*Translation and Edition. Alexandra McGregor www.McGrecor.com/ (exclusive contribution) Harrisburg Pennsylvania. USA.

me watching reanimator: great movie! not too sure where all the shipping art comes from tho...

me watching bride of reanimator: ah, i see

Ok more touching grass. I’m blocking people because I don’t intend to belabour this point with newbie activists but this is for the rest of you, for future reference.

We are all typing on phones and computers that are directly complicit in the genocide in the Congo. On an internet funded and infiltrated by US and Israeli spyware. Your lack of “silence” on either matter doesn’t erase your complicity.

When you mature your politic, you will come to realise that the true wickedness of this system is we are all put in ethical gridlocks and stalemates, which make doing the 100% pure thing, dangerous.

If you can get on here and not get fired for saying Free Palestine, especially anonymously, or under the cover of a lack of major influence, understand that is a privilege EARNED for you by generations of activists, who learned how to manage the risk of taking on this system by using nuance.

You think a man that marched against the Iraq War is complicit in this genocide because he is, IN YOUR DEFINITION, “silent” on it?

This is what I mean about a) controlling other people’s behaviour, and b) creating a false dichotomy of action that is antithetical to how the very system works. “Silence” was never meant to be a colloquial term when used with “complicity” - it is a systemic term. The silence of those with institutional power is complicity. Not miss ma’am at the coffee shop.

And THIS IS WHERE I REMIND YOU ONCE AGAIN - “celebrities” are Gig workers in an industry primarily funded and run by religious conservatives. Just because the industry says they’re liberals, doesn’t mean they are.

Movements work on consistency, and there are many ways to act. Demanding one way of action, and not providing any institutional power to back that demand other than “your disappointment” is reckless. This is not the stuff of movements that last. How are you planning to potentially support performers who’ve spoken on behalf of Palestinians, when all this is over and you’re back to drinking Starbucks? Will you care? Will you, once again, use your “lack of silence” (only one part of activism) to proclaim that you want to support them, or will you have tangible means to do so? I fucking doubt it. We don’t, even collectively, currently rival the support structure of the entertainment industry, that is run by religious conservatives - anyone that speaks out, is calculating their risk against their action.

Allow people to do their own fucking math, and if they haven’t been openly and brazenly fucking Zionist on main, give them the fucking benefit of the doubt. That’s what the adults/seasoned activists are doing. We have to see through the liberation of everyone, and that doesn’t happen by burning through everyone’s support systems at once.

This ain’t dick riding. This is me telling you to stop centering your “disappointment” on the internet, and keeping score about things that only move the needle by increments. This man, and his words, and your “disappointment” in him, in this moment, DOES NOT MATTER TO THE CAUSE. AT ALL. Get on the fucking phone and out on the streets like the rest of us. There are lives at stake and his part of his math, so he still has a voice to use in the long term, does not affect you at all if you’re truly here for the systemic change.

Tldr; His voice would be nice, but not at the cost of having his voice in the future. You dig?

Newt's Letter, clarified 😉

thomas

my first / my last / myself

every night / you / like a prayer / like the sun

the taste of your name

i love u

my future is you / tommy

you'll always have me

love, newt

Sherlock Holmes was too irritable for conversation and too restless for sleep. I left him smoking hard, with his heavy, dark brows knotted together, and his long, nervous fingers tapping upon the arms of his chair, as he turned over in his mind every possible solution of the mystery. Several times in the course of the night I heard him prowling about the house. Finally, just after I had been called in the morning, he rushed into my room. He was in his dressing-gown, but his pale, hollow-eyed face told me that his night had been a sleepless one.

Sherlock 'cold rational machine without a heart' Holmes cares so much he's sleepless with worry

The Masters of the Air cast reads real WWII love letters from the 1940s (Nate Mann):

"I'm just existing until the day I can take you in my arms and never let you go. This isn't much of a letter, darling, but maybe I can do better tomorrow. I'm enclosing millions of hugs and kisses, and all my love."

sometimes i hate reading fan fic because after it's over i will never have anything from that universe anymore and i will never feel what it made me feel again