#@shadowslament

[the-ravening]

*blinks* ...Michelle's Bday fic? ("It's a common name," she murmurs to herself, "so go ahead and put those hopes down.") (I have a doc on my desktop named 'For Shan' and no mistake about it it's something you will get someday. 😂 )

Thank you to everyone who tagged me in the latest round of the WIP game going around. I will not be participating this time because I never even finished answering my asks from the last time and it’s been dragging on my conscience ever since.

Speaking of which… Michelle! I’m sooooo sorry it took me this long to answer your ask from last year. Of course “Michelle’s Bday fic” was for you!!! You and me 🤝 starting bday fics for each other and not finishing them.

It was supposed to just be a small little hurt/comfort wound cleaning in the shower thing, but I didn’t get it done in time and I felt so self-conscious writing for you because your words are always so beautiful.

Anyway, I have almost 3k written but doubt I’ll be finishing it any time soon, so please accept this meagre offering of a long snippet (aka the first 1.6k of the fic).

Hope you’ve been doing well! Sending you love and kisses forever 💗💗💗

Three sets of heavy footsteps trudged through the front door of the safehouse, slow and lumbering in their exhaustion. The air around them was thick with the iron tang of blood and a persistent tingle of burnt gunpowder rattling around in their sinuses, as they slipped into the kind of quiet torpor that always followed a difficult mission seen to its end. Though it had gotten a bit dicey at times on this one, they’d earned the satisfaction of having completed their objective and made it back alive in one piece. Well, mostly in one piece, Bucky thought, running his eyes critically over Zemo’s broad back as the man stepped into the apartment’s living area ahead of him. There was a conspicuous tear in his beloved long wool coat, the fabric slashed and stained dark with blood below his left shoulder blade.

“All right,” Sam said, voice deep with weariness. “Let’s take a look at your back, Zemo.”

“Merely a shallow flesh wound. I’ll be fine,” Zemo demurred.

“Knowing you, that means they probably hit a major organ and you’re about to pass out on your own carpet,” Sam grumbled.

“Really, is there so little trust between colleagues these days?”

Sam and Bucky took simultaneous deep breaths and sighed heavily at the irony of this statement rolling off the tongue of this particular colleague of theirs.

Before Sam could come up with any further argument though, they were interrupted by a tinny sound blaring from somewhere in the depths of his leather jacket. It quickly developed into the sunny tones of a song Bucky only knew because Sam had once told him it was called “‘Fuck You’ by CeeLo Green… C’mon, man, you don’t know that one?” and only recognized from how often this personalized ringtone went off on Sam’s phone.

“Man, already? Doesn’t this guy have anything better to do than stick his nose up our asses after every mission?” Sam groaned as he fished his phone out of his pocket and tapped the screen with his thumb to answer it. “Secretary Ross. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

He turned to Bucky and rolled his eyes as he held the phone to his ear, no doubt listening to Ross droning on on the other end of the line. Putting his hand over the mic, he stage whispered to Bucky, “Take care of Zemo for a few minutes, would you? I have to deal with this,” and then he wandered off into the office and closed the door behind him.

Left alone with Zemo, Bucky glared at him, wanting nothing less than to have to babysit him in Sam’s absence. On the other hand though, he really didn’t want Zemo to die of organ failure today either.

“If it were serious, I wouldn’t be standing right now.” Zemo lifted his hands in that placating gesture he liked to do so much, the one that Bucky found particularly annoying when directed at him. But he couldn’t help noticing Zemo holding back a small wince of pain as his arms came up.

Bucky sighed. “There’s a whole lot of possibilities between ‘okay’ and ‘dead’, Zemo. At least let me take a look and help you clean it out. There’s no way you’ll be able to reach back there.”

“More than anything, what I need right now is a shower,” Zemo huffed and turned towards the bathroom, effectively ending the discussion.

Bucky scrubbed a hand over his face and wondered if this would be the day Zemo finally died for real on his watch. After everything they’d been through today, he didn’t have the mental energy to argue with the man, but what was slightly worrying was that it seemed Zemo didn’t even have it in him to bite back in that flirty, teasing, infuriating way he normally did. Bucky hoped that wasn’t a sign that he was secretly bleeding out internally. They were both covered in sweat and blood and grime and gunpowder, so maybe he could let this go for now and they could pick it back up once Zemo finished his little beauty spa routine in there.

“Well?” Zemo drawled, and Bucky glanced up in time to see the man looking over his shoulder at him as he stepped through the doorway. Zemo raised an eyebrow. “Are you coming?”

Bucky stood in stunned silence, watching Zemo disappear into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open behind him. The innuendo was clear, but Zemo was all innuendo all the time, and maybe Bucky was the one misconstruing it by considering for even a moment that there was any serious intent here.

He really did want to check out Zemo’s injury—though maybe want was a bit too strong a word there. What he wanted was to pour himself a whiskey neat and sit down on the couch and forget for five minutes that Zemo was his responsibility. But what he’d gotten instead was an opportunity to make sure their notoriously secretive parolee didn’t end up with sepsis down the line from an infected knife wound, or worse. Bucky sighed again and reluctantly made to follow behind Zemo, as if drawn forward on a persistent leash that he could never quite shake off.

The bathroom was overly large and opulent, as tended to be the case in Zemo’s scattered family properties-turned-safehouses, which they now took advantage of whenever their missions allowed—though a more pretentious person might call its design spacious and modern. As he stepped into the room, Bucky was hit with the loud hiss of the shower, its rushing spray battering the black tiles as it heated up to temperature in its glass enclosure.

In the centre of the room, Zemo stood like a dark and ragged headland dropping off into the sea, as he slid his coat over slumped shoulders to land in a heavy tumble of eroded rock at his feet. Bucky was certain that no matter the air of indifference that Zemo put on, he was well and truly far along the road of fatigue, because under normal circumstances the man he knew would never treat his favourite things with such lack of care.

Zemo drew a sharp breath between his teeth as he brought his shoulder blades together in a weak attempt to shrug his double shoulder holster off. Even the most incremental of movements seemed to exacerbate the pain of his injury.

“Here, let me just—” Bucky muttered as he strode up to Zemo and stopped him gently with a hand on his shoulder. He tugged carefully at the slide adjuster on the back of the harness, loosening it, and then reached around to slide his fingers underneath the leather straps, tucking them snugly against the meat of Zemo’s chest. Slowly and gingerly, he worked the straps over Zemo’s shoulders and slid them all the way down his arms, finally dropping the holster with its guns atop the heap of Zemo’s coat on the floor, gun safety be damned. It really was that sort of day.

Letting out a small sigh of relief, Zemo fumbled at the buttons of his ruined shirt with tired fingers. Bucky tried not to let the worst of his imagination run wild as his eyes tracked over the torn and blood-soaked fabric, hoping it looked much worse than it really was. Once Zemo got the shirt spread open, Bucky helped him slide it off too, revealing the expanse of his pale shoulders and a Pollock-esque smear of blood down his back, red speckled all around like so many more lurid stars dispersed amongst his freckles.

Bucky squinted scrutinizingly at the wound, its raw and red gape a wrathful mouth, lips split and spitting vitriol. Despite its gory appearance, it looked clean and fairly shallow—the blade had likely caught on a rib, sparing him from any deeper damage. It was still bleeding sluggishly, though not enough to be dangerous, already clotting. It’d certainly need a few stitches, but Sam could take care of that easily once they cleaned it up.

While Bucky was focused on assessing the cut, Zemo was dead set on shedding the rest of his soiled clothing, like a birch tree unraveling its bark layer by layer, to expose the smooth and fresh golden skin beneath. Muscular thighs flexed as he kicked off his boots, tac pants following in their wake, slipping his thumbs into the elastic waistband of his underwear and tugging them down over the firm globes of his ass. Bucky caught sight of a deep pair of indents on Zemo’s lower back—his dimples of Venus, his brain supplied unhelpfully—before averting his eyes. He told himself the flush of heat he felt on his face was a result of the rising temperature in the room, a consequence of the roaring shower. He swallowed around a lump in his throat that definitely wasn’t there.

Now shamelessly naked, Zemo tugged open the shower door with his right hand, muscles rippling over the uninjured side of his back, and stepped into the spray of water.

Bucky had a brief moment debating with himself the merits of just leaving Zemo to his shower and going to get himself that drink after all, but that was promptly quashed as Zemo let out a loud moan at the first cascade of hot water hitting his body from the rainfall showerhead above him. That deep, throaty sound hit Bucky dead-on and proceeded to run over him like a high-capacity freight train, and got him dropping his pants pretty fucking quickly. Making quick work of the rest of his clothes, Bucky stepped into the shower and pulled the glass door shut behind him with a soft click.

[all-or-nothing-baby]

FLOAT MY BOAT/SINK MY SHIP

nabriel fic (in verse), prose poem, poetry, queer poetry, the bastard son & the devil himself, nathan byrn in love, love poem, POV nathan.

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Come aboard and captain my vessel for a minute will you, mate? I wanna rest a while in your shadow, in your sheets—I'm desperate to wrap myself up in them and in you and have you throw me overboard to plunge down, down, beneath the surprising warmth of ocean-blue fingers, dive deeper while you let me fish for your affections. Yeah, I'll gladly sink under the crashing of waves that's the saltiness of your foam-white skin, go under, plunder, more than happy, so that when they come for me you can tell them honestly of how I drowned and was buried at sea after a sudden Kraken-attack of the senses; overwhelming feelings of having all of you folded around all of me.

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for @shadowslament

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi!! Love this blog and the amazing work you do!! I was wondering if you could help me find some Sterek fics, as I never know how to word it for the tags, but I’m looking for them dealing with rival packs? Like dealing with other packs and them needing to navigate pack dynamics with a visiting pack or something like that? Sorry if this is a bit vague

Definitely!

10 pm Phone Calls by shipsanddip

(1/1 I 4,082 I Explicit)

Derek goes away to deal with a hostile rival pack, and Stiles calls him up to settle his nerves.

“Ah, you feeling a bit stressed out big guy?”

“Yes,” he says, voice raspy.

“It’s okay. I’m going to take care of you right now."

When There’s Blood On Your Tongue (And You’re Ready For War) by ShadowsLament

(5/5 I 8,930 I Mature)

When a rival pack moves in, Stiles is determined to evict them without Derek and the others finding out.

Silver Tongue by tesha198

(9/9 I 11,653 I Explicit)

When Derek and Peter receive a letter from an old rival pack, they have no choice but to accept the invitation and visit. Fearing the visit is a pretext for an imminent attack, the pack decides to use the trip to do recon on the other wolves. Thus, Stiles is sent on a trip with Derek and Peter to collect information as an unassuming human. Only one problem - the only way he can accompany them is as one of their mates. Posing as Derek's mate, Stiles discovers something that could not only save the pack but change everyone's life forever. The question is - can he handle it?

Keep the Wolves at Bay by Amethystina

(13/13 I 78,679 I Teen)

With the full moon fast approaching, the threat of the rival pack is more tangible than ever, and Stiles isn't sure who will live or die when it finally does arrive. What he does know is that he and the others won't go down without a fight. It will all end on the night of the full moon.

Despite this, Stiles' biggest fear isn't dying. He's afraid of losing something he hadn't even known that he could have until now, because there's no use denying that Derek means a lot more to him than Stiles had initially thought.

The fact that it might be reciprocated only makes the fear of losing it that much greater.

An Alpha's Mate by EmeraldOcean

(20/? I 90,014 I Explicit)

The threat of a rival pack and the discovery of a previously forgotten Hale family legend has Derek playing reluctant partners with his uncle Peter. And that's not the only strange thing that Stiles has noticed about Derek lately. But even the unexpectedly pleasant changes to their relationship can't completely erase the feeling that there's something he's not being told... Something that may change his life irrevocably.

[vradika]

WinterBaron Fic Rec List

I know, I knoooow I’ll be damned because of this cursed ship, however, this fics are redemption ones (mostly), so there’s that.

Update: may 2021

♥♥♥♥♥ I want to give you more, but not everything. (You don't need everything) by dfotw 

The idea of confessing to James is tempting in the same way that the idea of letting him put a gun to his head was. The exquisite vulnerability that Zemo would balk at coming from anyone else, feels like a balsam to his soul when it’s James wielding it. Zemo would, without a moment’s doubt, let James hold his throat in the unforgiving grip of his mechanical hand and never protest, or break eye contact, for as long as the touch lasted. If James wanted the world, either to save it or to destroy it, Zemo would gladly arrange to have it delivered to his grasp, with no expectation of reward.

♥♥♥♥ Captain Sokovia by Master_ObiWan_Kenobi

“The living are not done with you yet.” Zemo put on the shield. It felt strange, he wasn’t Captain America. He didn’t deserve it, especially after everything he did to the Avengers and to the world at large

♥♥♥The White Wolf is My Alpha by MotherLilith

Omegaverse Winterbaron fic with feels and plot. See chapter notes for more info. If you're just here for Bucky/Zemo smut, go to chapters 4 and 7 🔥

♥♥♥♥ His Soldat by Ineedtherapy (gethelp)

When Bucky finds himself unable to fall asleep after what happened at the club, Zemo comes up with a way to help his Soldat to relax. The two of them start to realize that they need each other and work on their new dynamic. This is getting kinda long, so I think I should explain the general vibe, so I don’t waste your time: At the beginning it’s just Hurt/Comfort. They get together at some point and then there will be some sex scenes, but it’s pretty innocent at the beginning. For the most part it’s just them working through some issues.

♥♥♥♥ Tabula Rasa by Aelara_Vayne

If Bucky thought there'd be no price to pay for pretending to be the Winter Soldier again, he was wrong. When you can't trust your own mind, who else is there?

♥♥♥♥ Little Darling by the_winterfloof_17

Six months… a long six months and now he was here, waiting for a foreign country to take him back. The freedom was enjoyable to say the least, not like Zemo had much to begin with.

♥♥♥♥  Not Done With You Yet by Thorny

Zemo almost wished Barnes had just shot him. Save him from another decade or two of sheer boredom while he suffered properly for the lives he had taken. It would have been one last kindness in repayment for mostly keeping his promises. However, Zemo thought darkly to himself, perhaps he didn’t deserve kindness. Or, Zemo gets an unexpected second chance from an unlikely source; the living aren't finished with the baron just yet.

♥♥♥ Twin Souls by Driverpicksthemooseic (Ratkinzluver33) for SageGarnish

It's terrifying how fine he feels, despite this. No chest pain, no concussion. Just a slight twinge at every swallow. No worse than a mild hangover. He's healthy. Mostly healed. A ticking time bomb. (OR, Zemo gets the serum instead of Walker.)

♥♥ Men That Honour Titles by quarrelwithaboot

Bucky already has to deal with the return of several PTSD triggers, but the worst of all is in the form of Helmut Zemo who may or may not have more in common than he would like to believe. Slow Burn, enemies to lovers. As canon-compliant as possible.

♥♥♥ Drossel by SageGarnish

Bucky is helping Sam investigate a mysterious case of deaths that may involve a rogue HYDRA agent. So Bucky decides to visit Zemo on The Raft, to see if he knows anything. The problem? General Ross is convinced Bucky is still a weapon, and when Zemo escapes, Bucky is blamed despite the fact he knows nothing about it. Now Bucky is a wanted man, and he and his cat Alpine are on the run from Ross and the USMC, while Sam attempts to run interference. All this while frantically looking for Zemo, who may be in trouble... or may be behind all the trouble.

♥♥♥ Just Visiting by Fuddlewuddle

Two men: One stuck in prison, the other has no regard for the Raft's 'no visitors' policy. Both fascinated by the other, they make a deal to get to know each other. They should have seen the end result coming really.

♥♥♥ Soldier inside me by Flamme19

The only thing Bucky Barnes wants is peace. But is that what Bucky really wants? And is peace what he needs? Bucky would say yes. The soldier thinks of something else. The soldier needs a mission. The soldier wants it.

♥♥♥♥Bambi Eyes by Fuddlewuddle

What happens when your enemy-turned-co-worker-turned-only-person-you-actually-like-but-refuse-to-admit-to starts calling you by a cute nickname, but doesn't tell you why? Why you just go crazy thinking about all the possible reasons why he could be calling you it, refuse to mention it out loud, and just be an idiot in general, instead of actually just asking him about it.

♥♥♥ Sincerely, Fuck You by Louffox

To Mr. James Barnes, I have been permitted to send letters while in the Raft, per my good behavior, on the condition that Agent Ross examine them to ensure they are free of any content that could be dangerous to others, myself, or insinuate/participate in disruption of prison activities.

♥♥♥ The Strangest Ways by just_kiss_already

Zemo escapes the Raft and receives a guest with a request.

♥♥♥ The Darkness Alters (Adjusts Itself to Midnight) by ShadowsLament

After Zemo steals out of his own place, eluding the Dora Milaje, Bucky tracks him to a nearby coffee shop.

♥♥♥♥The Soldier's Time by WinterSabbath

The Avengers used a time machine to snap back half the population. Zemo, still stuck in a Berlin prison, hears of this and comes up with a plan to sneak into the Avengers compound to use the machine. He only wants to hear his son's laughter one more time.

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What’s your fannish ID? ShadowsLament on Tumblr and AO3. 

What types of fanworks do you create? Fics, exclusively. To cash in my one-pretentious-moment chip: About Virginia Woolf, Jeanette Winterson wrote, “She was territory and words occupied her. She was night-time and words were the dream.” While I am no Virginia Woolf (or Jeanette Winterson, one of my many faves!), I feel those two sentences on a near-tangible level. Words are miraculous, are they not? Each letter is this beautiful, heady, alchemical thing in its own right. I am an avid collector of syllables and sentences, and I can only hope that someone, having read something I’ve written, has gathered up a line or two in a similar fashion. I love the dreaming, the details, the drafts by the dozens that accompany this craft. It can be frustrating, oh so challenging, but how it occupies me. 

What are your favourite types of fanworks, when you're not creating?  I love all types of fanworks! Art, gifs, vids—they’re all inspiring, and I am in awe of the people behind their creation.

What do you like in particular about this fandom?  The collective generosity of spirit within this fandom is astounding. And the support offered is unlike anything I’ve encountered before. (When a fic of mine hasn’t been updated for some time, people check in! Can you imagine!) I am in a monogamous relationship with Fratt. If there is a Curtis Hoyle appreciation club, sign me up. (I may already consider myself a card-carrying member.) If there’s a way to fit David into a fic, I will find it. If there isn’t, I will roll up my sleeves and make him fit. One day an idea will come strolling along and Jack Murdock will turn up in the flesh, so to speak, in a fic of mine.

Do you like participating in fan events? As much as I would love to participate in certain events, deadlines look in my direction and, generally speaking, I either back away slowly, meekly, with my hands up, or cross my arms and put on my best you’re-not-the-boss-of-me face. You see the problem there. 

What about your creating process? Whether or not I need silence (as close as I can get to it, rather) or to listen to music depends on what’s being written on a given day. Though, lately, I tend to seek quiet for drafting and listen to music when playing with an idea on paper. I prefer to write in the morning/afternoon (not an ideal preference, when my job holds sway over those hours); more specifically, I prefer mornings/afternoons drenched in sunlight. Drape me in dogs, please. (I have one, and she is infinitely inspiring.) Influences? I have so many of them! My go-to technique for getting creative juices flowing? I dip into poetry collections. Poetry is language made unfathomably pliable; it’s language in its most unbearably seductive form. Peel back a poem: it’s one astonishing layer after another. Essays on poetry also work as a spark. I recently read Kay Ryan’s collected essays, and in one of them she illuminated a poem by Robert Frost in such a way that I felt almost physically shaken by it. Her insights set my mind on fire and in that new and brightly burning light the words in poems by Frost and Philip Larkin and Emily Dickinson all took a fresh breath and came alive as they never had before. (Kay Ryan is also a poet, she has that ability, those skills.) 

Do you interact a lot with other fans?  I…do not. In every way, in every aspect of my life, I am an introvert. Social anxiety is my long-standing and constant companion. I will almost never be the first to reach out, and if someone else does so it will take me a while to find a reasonably comfortable stride, but given that time I can (somewhat) manage consistent one on one interactions. So far, I’ve (somewhat) managed it with one person in the fandom. One very patient person willing to bear with me while I trip and stumble over myself. If you would like to send me an ask, please do, and I’ll try my best. Promise.

Is there any particular piece you'd like to showcase for this post?  I’m going to cheat and point to the whole of my Will You Haunt Me (To Set Us Both Free) series. http://www.archiveofourown.org/series/1166066

Do you have other fandoms you'd like to talk about? In terms of writing for other fandoms, I am moth-to-flame for characters with idiosyncratic ways of speaking; characters in possession of specific verbal tells; characters who cover a tonal palette or challenge me with a specific accent. (In some extreme cases, characters who believe ‘edgewise’ is a liminal space only their words can get into, and so, really, no one else should bother with trying.) Alfie Solomons—Tom Hardy’s Peaky Blinders character—is a JOY to write. (Don’t tempt me to write Alfie dialogue; I might not stop. Ever.) Other examples: Cassidy (Preacher), Klaus Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy), and…Have I only just now fully realized that, when it comes to writing, I have a HUGE thing for loquacious characters? Huh. It seems so. Okay, well. Matt and Frank speak volumes with their body language and physical tells. I’m going to claim that as something in common! (I also like spies. The competent, fallible kind.)

Where can your fanworks be found?  http://www.archiveofourown.org/users/ShadowsLament

Thank you, @shadowslament  !

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Interlūdium

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2nE83bL

by ShadowsLament

Scenes set between the other chapters of the series.

I. Crouched, Parched Heart

When he'd gotten a hand in Matt's hair, Frank hadn’t thought he'd come away from the grip with paint like sand sifted into the cracked skin of his knuckles. "What's this about?”

Coiling Hugo’s leash around a scuffed-up and scratched tin of black polish on the counter, Matt set a hip against the sink, slipped his head slantwise into a peel of muted moonlight. “This being what?”

Frank looked up from his hand, up into fathomless eyes. “You tellin’ me you can’t smell the paint?”

Matt's arched eyebrow had a fair point.

Words: 1785, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Will You Haunt Me (To Set Us Both Free)

Fandoms: Daredevil (TV), The Punisher (TV 2017)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Frank Castle, Matt Murdock

Relationships: Frank Castle/Matt Murdock

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2nE83bL

[ao3feed-fratt]

Interlūdium

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2nE83bL

by ShadowsLament

Scenes set between the other chapters of the series.

I. Crouched, Parched Heart

When he'd gotten a hand in Matt's hair, Frank hadn’t thought he'd come away from the grip with paint like sand sifted into the cracked skin of his knuckles. "What's this about?”

Coiling Hugo’s leash around a scuffed-up and scratched tin of black polish on the counter, Matt set a hip against the sink, slipped his head slantwise into a peel of muted moonlight. “This being what?”

Frank looked up from his hand, up into fathomless eyes. “You tellin’ me you can’t smell the paint?”

Matt's arched eyebrow had a fair point.

Words: 1785, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Will You Haunt Me (To Set Us Both Free)

Fandoms: Daredevil (TV), The Punisher (TV 2017)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Frank Castle, Matt Murdock

Relationships: Frank Castle/Matt Murdock

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2nE83bL

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#SaveDaredevil Fanworks Initiative  |  Day 4  |  Fanfiction

By ShadowsLament [AO3]

Matt comes to terms with his time at the convent before Frank’s unexpected arrival changes everything. 

Enjoyed this story? Check out the rest of the series by this author! Will You Haunt Me (To Set Us Both Free) (Matt/Frank)

[maaaattheeeeew]

shout out to @caramelandlemons for tagging me!! I feel like... an official blog now?? with stranger bros who tag me in things?? it’s a nice feeling - thanks, man

nicknames: I go by henry vyne here

zodiac sign: taurus, but since I was born right on the cusp, I’m supposed to have aries tendencies. so I guess like I like quiet nights in with blankets and hot drinks but I’ll also ride a roller coaster until I throw up ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

height: 6′...... 1″? 2″? I dunno somewhere around there

time: to disco

favorite band: wrist

song most likely playing in my head right now: just click on it

last movie I saw: stardust!! somehow always better than I remember it. my sister hadn’t seen it since watching daredevil, so we rectified that situation  i m m e d i a t e l y

last thing I googled: ........ define: rectify......... I wanted to make SURE it was what I thought it was, okay???

other blogs:

main

merlin

uncharted

bollywood/india

and a couple more, but they’re in such a state of disarray I’d rather leave them out of this :P

do I get asks: I got one! I stared at it for a few days going... did they get the wrong person? is this like... actually for me? before answering it pretending like I was actually Cool™. it was pretty neat! I’d love some more ^_-  ^_-

how did I choose my url: I watched daredevil by my own and then re-watched it with my kid brother over the phone. every time I wanted to ask him if he was down to watch I would text him maaaaaattheeeeeew?? or if he asked first I would reply maaaaaaaattheeeeeeeew!! soon enough it left the confines of the screen and became a vocal thing too any time I saw matt’s face :P

how many blogs am I following: too many. 554. gotta whittle it down, but I’m always afraid I’m going to unfollow someone who’s changed their url and I missed it

average amount of sleep: literally chaos. there is no order. it’ll be like awake for 28 hours, sleep for 4, awake for 8, sleep for 15, awake for 2, nap for 6, awake for 13. there is no method to the madness. just the whims of a 17 year old with no responsibilities

what am I wearing: jeans, spider-man socks, a shirt, and a hoodie that’s like four sizes too big for me, because that’s like... exactly how hoodies should be worn. and glasses.

dream job: something that makes a difference

dream trip: it feels like new york is in my bones and the only way I can get it out is to be there

favorite food: PASTA

what instruments do you play: piano, and I’m not actually half-bad, either

eye color: blue, but what I wouldn’t give for brown *_*

hair color: brown, but what I wouldn’t give for blue *_* (jk, my hair’s fine)

languages: english, sooooooome spanish and hindi

most iconic song: someBODY ONCE TOLD ME

tag 20 peeps: @mmmmwatchasay, @ifalltheyearwereplayingholidays, @jealousmaude, @tolkien-in-beleriand, @skuxxlifechoseme, @archadian07, @marywisdom, @soulfireinc, @shadowslament, @hollowoyster, @atasteforsuicidal, @dalek-in-tardis, @imagiraffacorn, @riverbedart, @devilskitchen, @pajamasecrets, @waytoofangirly, @hawkwardronin, @lostmasock, @justnottheone, @lady1505, @whirlerwhirler, @acesammy, @onlywearscardigans, @hellokaren

(i did more than 20 bc i lost count and wasn’t about to choose who to take out or randomize it like some frickin thanos snap i have morals ok)

[the-ravening]

9 People You'd Like To Get to Know Better

Thanks for tagging me @six-demon-bag, @zsparz, and @hiddenxplaces-blog!

3 ships: Winterbaron, obviously. Uhhh, I guess the other ships taking up the most space in my brain at this very moment in time are Helmut/Heinrich Zemocest and Stucky.

First ship: Daisuke/Yamato from Digimon was the first fic I ever read. First ship I got obsessed with was prob Paris/Kim from Star Trek Voyager.

Last song: I think the last song I listened to last night was Clever Sleazoid by Dir en grey

Last film: I kinda half-rewatched Captain America: The First Avenger with some friends on NYE while eating raclette, but the last new film I actually watched was probably Saltburn. Unless I'm forgetting something because Saltburn's taken over so much of my conscious thoughts.

Currently reading: Mostly fanfic, occasionally my Scientific American magazines that pile up, and I started listening to Lolita on audiobook a couple months ago but dropped off, though I'd still like to finish it.

Currently craving: We just finished the Tony's Chocolonely bars I brought back from Germany, and I wish so badly that I'd bought more of them.

Fav color: Blush pink & matte gold, preferably together in soft, glorious harmony

Relationship status: Not married, but not not married

Last thing googled: The spelling of Tony's Chocolonely. Before that, probably words to make sure I was spelling them/using them correctly.

Current obsessions: Zemo, Winterbaron, Daniel Brühl, Saltburn, and I've recently gotten really back into knitting again. Oh, and I started nostalgia playing Princess Maker 2 the other day and now I barely wanna do anything else, so I guess that also counts.

No-pressure tagging: @violenciorp, @tales-from-a-maphia-don, @thepiper0fhameln, @ex0rin, @unlikelymilliner, @shadowslament, @winterbonesthings, I can't even think of 9 people who haven't already been tagged, so anyone I missed who wants to join in.

[all-or-nothing-baby]

I've wasted (almost) my entire day reading nabrielise fic. do you realize what you've done to me?

not exactly, per se... but then also a big fat resounding yes! bc they're just SO. and i am fully emersed in the asdgjkskkkk zone too, mate. like, right there with you.

so huzzah! ANOTHER WITCHY POLYCULESTER IN THE BAG, BABY! wooooooooooooooop!!! tbsatdh my actual beloved <3

ps, i'm recommending @shadowslament (same handle on ao3) and their absolutely gorgeous fics to everybody i chat about nabrielise with, so. if you haven't read them already, YOU HAVE BEEN RECCED!

[ao3feed-jessidy]

And Maybe You Could (Stay For A While)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2uwj422

by ShadowsLament

A series of scenes set primarily in the midday and late night pauses of the first season. Some scenarios may repeat (the initial realization of feelings, for instance, the writing of which I am extremely fond), while some may wind back to or reference one that came before.

The first scene is tangled around temptation…

“A taste.” More than one morning had found Jesse pinned to his mattress by a single stripped down thought, covered in the kind of sweat called forth by an image of tattoos spilled across his rumpled sheets, a desert-pale stretch of skin bared to his blunt teeth. “That all you want?”

Words: 2627, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Preacher (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Proinsias Cassidy, Jesse Custer

Relationships: Proinsias Cassidy/Jesse Custer

Additional Tags: Season/Series 01, requited feelings

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2uwj422

[ao3feed-jarchie]

It Wouldn't Be Love (If It Didn't Hurt Nobody)

http://ift.tt/2z3XEcz

by ShadowsLament

Archie called from the hospital's waiting room, but Jughead didn't answer, not the first time, or the sixth. So he went looking, and found Jug in a hotel bar on the outskirts of town.

Words: 2029, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones

Relationships: Archie Andrews/Jughead Jones

Additional Tags: Spoilers for eps 1.13 and 2.1

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2z3XEcz

[problematic-pleasures]

Do u know any good fluff fics for starker. Asking for a friend in dire need

I LOVE GETTING FIC REC REQUESTS!!

alas, the starker content is pretty light (esp w/ my preferred combo of holland!peter and rdj!tony, versus ppl who like garfield!peter) but i’ll do my best nonny!!!

raising hybrid puppies - jayeza no-powers coffeeshop au!! it’s a wip and it’s a little lighter on the actual shippy content so far, but it’s off to such an amazing start i’m absolutely delighted by this fic. really excited to see where it’s going!! tony n peter’s interactions are fun and had me nearly squealing, and the world-building is top-notch. for what it’s worth, jayez is always a fantastic writer, so take a look and their page and see if they write for any of your other fandoms, you won’t be disappointed. 

time has brought your heart to me - sailorchibia good balance of fluff and angst; tony gets de-aged to 16, permanently, and peter helps his deal with having to grow up all over again, even though he’s mentally unchanged. it’s slow-burnish and so so so much fun. im super excited to see where this is gonna go; it has tony and peter being dorks together and i love it. 

i didn’t mean to (come undone) - shadowslamentjust a quick oneshot, lovely writing that balances perfectly between overly poetic and devastatingly in character. future fic, peter is a little older, and there’s solid banter and fun to be had 

those are the best ones i can think of that fit the bill for fluffy!!! hope you like them!!! 

[ao3feed-daredevil]

I Could’ve Told You (About the Long Nights)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2SuLsYq

by ShadowsLament

Matt comes to terms with his time at the convent before Frank’s unexpected arrival changes everything.

Words: 2359, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Will You Haunt Me (To Set Us Both Free)

Fandoms: Daredevil (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Matt Murdock, Original Characters

Relationships: Frank Castle/Matt Murdock

Additional Tags: #SaveDaredevil

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2SuLsYq

[ao3feed-themanfromunclemovie]

You Struck the Match (And Now I Can’t Control the Fire)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2KPnJjb

by ShadowsLament

The team is sent Stateside to thwart an organization intent on stealing and selling works of art to fund various criminal operations. The mission reveals pressure points that both Illya and Napoleon are reluctant to exploit.

Words: 4191, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Illya Kuryakin, Napoleon Solo, Gaby Teller, Original Characters

Relationships: Illya Kuryakin/Napoleon Solo

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2KPnJjb