#WHERES THE GODDAMN FANFIC

[evelili]

okay I’m reading the next chapter and this moment just happened (haven’t read past it yet) and what is WRONG with you???

The hallway rumbled as the final pieces of the floor crept up one after the other from the abyss. They rose at the same rate as the light that began to eat away at Rarity’s body, the same way it had consumed everything else she’d sacrificed.

The path forward was finally within reach. But in exchange not all of them could make it across.

A chill seeped into Twilight’s lungs—despair, she realized. It spread like frostbite through her veins, and as she struggled to draw breath filled with ice a single thought came crashing along with it:

They’ll miss her, won’t they?

LIKE. OH MY GOD. It was so terrifying the way you described Rarity and Twilight meeting each others gazes when they realized what she had to do and her making this choice and having to BE the symbol of generosity, but it being twisted into self sacrifice is SO fucked up and so so good

the best part of writing is taking all the pieces of me that are wrong and putting them on paper so other people get to be wrong too :)

[maxwell-mtv]

AAAAAAAAA MORE WRITING MORE EMOTION MORE THREAT OF D E A T H

[daydreamdoodles]

Marissa Meyers, Melissa De La Cruz, and Jennifer Donnelly are carrying the fairy tale retelling ya market on their BACKS

[sapphic--kiwi]

tholomule family portrait 💛🤎 (full tholomule parent designs under the cut!)

the posthoot friday night inspired me to finish my mom and dad tholomule designs - their names are Atticus and Fiona 💛 Atticus is both boys’ bio dad, but Fiona is Matt’s biological mother and adopted Steve when she married Atticus. They both work in the Construction Coven which takes them away from home a lot, which is why Steve had to help raise Matt 💛 they attended Hexside, but worked in Latissa for many years before moving back to Bonesborough sometime during Season 1 (in order to put Matt into Hexside after Steve brought it to their attention he was being bullied at school). (I also worked on designs for Atticus’s siblings, one of whom is Boscha’s three-eyed-mom - I’ll post those hopefully soon but yeah the matt and boscha cousins HC is so personal and real to me)

[itsevanffs]

listening to vocaloid like i'm 12 again while i browse law books for a very specific circumstance regarding child neglect leading to death. this is actually literally my idea of fun. i'm having a blast

[galacticlamps]

in the club bathroom straightup pondering it. and by "it" haha well let's just say, 'whether or not i should attempt to finish & share a fic i've been working on for nearly a year now'

[lumiereswig]

just went on a bender uploading a ton of my old work to ao3, i forgot i am a genius so please go give it a kudos + comment over there

[severeweatheralert]

Sometimes the speed at which the Pinterest algorithm figures you out is incredibly disconcerting and other times it just won't be convinced that your fanfic is not, in fact, about supernatural

[beastbeneathemoonlight]

There are so 'different' fanfictions out there, like I was reading a post about kung fu panda getting into his goddamn 2009 honda civic, and I was like ????? what did people read or even write when they were younger???? Which got me thinking and now I'm curious:

Gonna leave this on for a week and see where it's going because I'm genuinely curious. Also feel free to drop what kind of fanfiction it was. Mine was definitely Naruto and I think I was 15 years old lol.

[warlordfelwinter]

the problem with reading fanfiction about something i was only mildly thinking about is that now im no longer mildly thinking about it

[mysticqueer]

okay totally possible that I’m just being totally dense but like

what WAS mint eye/unknowns end goal in CS/DS?

like… ofc mint eye wanted to assimilate the RFA into the cult. they often allude to their plans to somehow kidnap(?) the RFA at the party

unknown sent MC to the rfa so that they would hold a party again, thus providing the opportunity. But then why does he later try to kidnap MC from the apartment? He says he’s taking her to Magenta, but why not wait until the party??

also, if the entire plan was to capture the RFA, I feel like Rika could’ve done it? Like they all know and trust her unconditionally?? Why doesn’t she just lure them to magenta???

Pls somebody enlighten me lol

[naivesilver]

Since it persists on being too hot to focus on my more useful OUAT fics, have a disgustingly self-indulgent Pinocchio Swap AU turned "Please Let Piccolino Have A Loving Family" AU moment 🙃🥰

"Grandfather," Pinocchio asks, standing on his tiptoes to peer over the worktable, "why are there so many clocks here?"

He half expects Mr. Marco to scold him for asking such a silly question, but instead the man just chuckles fondly and pats Pinocchio over the head, earning himself a giddy grin. "Ah, that's just because I like fixing them, lad. They need a more delicate touch than doors and plumbing, you see."

"But only one of them is working. Why's that?"

"That is because I don't have the time to spare for them all." Mr. Marco gestures vaguely towards the single working clock, hanging from the wall on the back of the workshop. "That one, though- August helped me sort it out, when he'd just arrived here. Do you want to see it?"

"Yes!" Pinocchio immediately interrupts his curious poking around the table, all but bouncing with enthusiasm. He likes learning about things August is involved with. August's always doing some really cool stuff, it seems.

As such, he lets the old man pick him up and lift him high enough that Pinocchio can see the clock from up close, and doesn't protest when the boy leans even closer, marvelling at the nice carvings in the wood - Pinocchio doesn't wiggle out so much to risk falling, which would for sure earn him a scolding, but still, it's the principle of the thing. He wouldn't feel so certain that he's safe being held like this, with some other people.

He thinks he knows a little of how things work in Storybrooke, now. Not everything, of course, but at least what he needs to get by on a normal day - he knows he can close the window blinds at night if he's worried someone will enter as he sleeps, and that he doesn't need anyone's permission to do so; he knows he can go crawl on August's lap if he's lonely and the man is writing or talking to someone, so long as he doesn't get too much in the way; he knows that if he wants to go pet Dr. Hopper's dog there are multiple adults who'll hold onto Gina for him, because dogs are so much bigger than her and she gets frightened easily around them.

He still doesn't know whether Mr. Marco is okay with Pinocchio calling him Grandfather or not, but that kind of thing is so confusing here, he's not sure he's ever going to puzzle it out. Back home he was supposed to address all older people like that, but Storybrooke? Beats him. Maybe it's too formal for them, who knows.

The clock ticks by another minute. Pinocchio squints at it, following the moving hands with his finger for a moment - the numbers are written a little different from what he remembers, but it's not too long before he can safely declare: "It says it's six minutes past two. That's it, right?"

"Very good," Mr. Marco praises him, and it doesn't feel like a mockery, even if he does sound genuinely surprised. "You know how to tell the time already, then? What a clever boy."

"Yeah." Pinocchio's chest swells with pride, and he points eagerly at one of the other clocks, the still broken ones. "That one's saying it's half past six, but that's because it's stuck. And that one thinks it's midday. Or midnight, I don't know."

"Yes, that's right. Good job. Say, who taught you so well?"

"An old man in a town. He said that because I had a nice watch, I should know how to read the time."

He doesn't like thinking about that too much, honestly. The old man, yes - he'd met a lot of nice elderly people in his travels, more than he did nice younger ones, at least - but the memory of the watch itself makes his chest clench painfully, like the time he was underwater without air before the dogfish happened.

He wonders what they did with it, after he lost it when he turned into a donkey. He's not even sure it still worked at that point, because it fell pretty hard, and the Coachman didn't give him time to check on it before leading him away with his rope - Pinocchio hopes it didn't break too badly, even if he can't have it anymore. It was a good pocket watch, nice to look at. He'd never owned anything so nice before that, and even though he's received lots of gifts since he came to Storybrooke, it's not the same thing. People are richer there than they were in his old land. They always seem to have something to spare for him, especially August and Mr. Marco and the gruff lady at the diner.

He must have gone quiet for too long, however, because the man gives him a little shake, if not a very rough one. "You alright, lad?"

Pinocchio nods, even though the picture of the golden watch is still flashing in front of him, as if it were the sun and he'd stared at it for too long. "Grandfather?"

"Yes, Pinocchio?"

"Can I see how to fix them, too, when you have time? Like you and August did?"

He's not really thinking he could manage it, honestly. He's not good enough for that. But anything's better than being stuck remembering the same thing over and over again, with no way to stop it. Physically doing something usually works as a distraction, like when he couldn't solve his math problems and he'd just up and start running.

For a couple seconds he worries he won't be able to explain himself if Mr. Marco asks him about it, but the old man doesn't, and instead simply nods, his mouth curling in a warm smile.

"Of course," he says, sounding a little choked up. "You're a smart boy. I'm sure you'll learn very fast."

"Really?"

"Well, yes. Why don't you go look for August and ask him, too? I bet he'll say the same thing."

Pinocchio nods again, allowing Mr. Marco to carefully put him down and darting away towards August's room as soon as his feet have touched the floor. He's not completely certain he didn't say something wrong yet, especially when he was distracted, but it's fine. He's fine. He would have been told, if someone was mad at him. That's how it works in Storybrooke.

And even if he did make someone mad, he can learn how to fix that. Just like the clocks. Just like the golden watch, stuck in another world that it might be.

[aesthetictokinghost]

Will sees Wesker hand-copying the results of their latest test

"Why don't you just use the copy machine?"

Wesker glares at him briefly before continuing his work

Curious, Will takes a trip to the copier

It's been upgraded. The new model requires three emblems to be found and placed in the proper indentations

[ghost-bard]

NO CONTEXT SPOILER FOR RIPTIDE

“This better get me to five hearts” charlie slimecicle out of character but playing gillion tidestrider

[islib]

nothing quite like when you know that a narrative is going towards a bittersweet, painful ending and yet you still hope perhaps your favourites are the ones to escape and then they don’t and your heart is shattered

[wyrmoffastring]

It's so fucking funny to me how often I see someone hate a fictional character so much, they imagine an alternative version of whatever media they're consuming that involves said character, and convince themselves that it is canon.

Usually this is either because:

we're talking about a video game with multiple endings or paths and they insist on ignoring the fact they can go thru the game without actually engaging with the part they hate so much

we're talking about a linear game or a show/book where there aren't choices, but the actual interactions with the character they hate is entirely up to interpretation, meaning they absolutely can interpret it the way they claim would be better, but then they couldn't be mad at the source material

Making up a guy to get mad at is eternal.