"i don’t want to write this fanfic i want to fucking read it"
a novel not written by me (via kingxxxwizard)
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jim and spock are popular among children. once in a while they come as guests at a tv show. a girl says she wants to be a starship captain. a boy says he wants to beat up klingons. another boy, the shyer one, tells him it’s not nice to beat up people. this boy also says that people being mean because they don’t get enough hugs. jim settles the argument that there are good klingons and there are bad klingons.
meanwhile, a girl tries to vulcan salute spock but she does it incorrectly. even when spock shows his own salute, she still can’t do it so he bends down to fix her salute. the obtuse host asks if touching fingers means kissing for vulcans. spock calmly replies that’s not kissing, this is kissing while extends his forefinger and middlefinger to jim, who responds with his own vulcan kiss it like it’s no big deal.
the next day, a shirt design with ‘GO HUG A KLINGON’ written on it rapidly spreads on the interweb, along with vids of jim and spock vulcan kissing. the admiralty is not amused.
the first thing sarek says to spock when he comms him is ‘son, did you kiss your captain in an interplanetary show in front of young audience? is there anything i should be aware of?’
that’s how they come out to the world. sarek is actually pretty chill about it.
i may or may not have read well over a million words of hobbit fanfic in the last week. probably closer to 2 million actually. allegedly, i mean. again, i may or may not have done this. you may never know.
also goddammit who is to blame for me never having discovered sansûkh until now??? (p.s. that is neither a confirmation nor a denial of the quantity of fic i have consumed)
is there actually sims fanfiction
how do you dialogue?????
She turned to him, tears traveling down her cheeks, and whispered softly,
"Faloopsinarb, woo fa goo."
He will never look at her in the same way again.
THIS IS SCARY AND CONFUSING
“More than anything, Mike Taylor wanted to be ordinary. Being a genius, he learned early in life, meant people expected too much. A career at the MI6 Help Desk seemed the perfect way to guarantee a lifetime of obscurity, until he got a very unusual tech support call.”
This has been a blast! Thank you all so much for the encouraging feedback and enthusiastic response. It was a long road, but our idiot boys (and Red Queen!) have finally got their shit together.
BootsnBlossoms and I will be back soon, with more plotty goodness!
We love you guys!
On the one hand, I am euphoric because this fic is just beautiful and I have eagerly awaited every one of its very, very frequent, lovely, long updates. On the other hand, it is finished and now I won’t get any more updates. -cries because mixed emotions- …I guess I’ll have to re-read it. Again. For the eighth time.
“You see, she’s a temptation herself. And you can’t tempt a temptress.”
“That doesn’t help me.”
“It wasn’t meant to. You’re not supposed to do anything.”
“Not a thing.” Q kisses the bewildered expression off Bond’s face, though he’s been keen to improve it over the years that only Q can really see it. “If she wants you, she’ll come and get you.”
Bond lays back, already lethargic, and lets him take the kiss downwards. Q is such a terrible influence. “And does she want me?”
“That’s enough secrets for today, Mr. Bond.”
[In which Bond and Q are an angel and a demon with An Arrangement, respectively, and Moneypenny is the Woman, in all senses of the word.]graphic inspired by strawberrysurfers’s style :3
loosely based off annicron’s drawing: [x]
title from pablo neruda’s love sonnets.
AU, shameless domestic cuteness, thorin in a waistcoat.
“Imagine being forever known as Bilbo Baggins, that queer fellow from Hobbiton who ran off with dwarves. Don’t you know? He came back with treasure but lost his voice and heart on the way.”
i have like 609453804 books to read
but you know what i’m gonna do
i’m gonna buy more books
And then I will read fanfiction.
and then i will read books that i’ve already read
I posted my tentative headcanon for Q’s name the other day, and normally that would be that, but I kept thinking about it and then I ended up spending the better part of yesterday and today writing 2800 words of fic. It needs like three more run-throughs or so before I post on AO3, but here you go. I welcome Britpicking, grammar and spelling corrections (though I think I caught the obvious ones), and concrit. Enjoy.
Oh, and this contains my first sex scene, so that bit’s probably terrible. ^^;; It’s mostly character study and banter, though, I promise!