#fic: inertia

[ninety-two-bees]

loser-to-loser communication (this hasn’t been edited yet so please be nice 🙏)

[cryptocism]

i started this a year ago for fun and then forgot about it for several months, but after many hours the cleans are done!

character animation for Frequency

music is Smokey Eyes by Lincoln

[reddblight]

Hey guys, now that I’ve finished my semester (and college forever, hooray!) I can post the fun project I’ve been working on! My Inertia Fanzine!!! Hope y’all enjoy! It has references to @cryptocism’s Too Many Thads au & Frequency Fic, as well as an analysis post written by @dementedspeedster!

[bingusluvr5]

bart allen week day 5!!! missed it by a few minutes oops

this is fanart for cryptocism's too many thads AU/fic!!! @'ing people makes me shiver in my boots so i wont. please go check out their au and their stuff its all so incredibly cool!!!

this probably wont make any sense to anyone who hasn't read frequency, but i hope anyone who's passing by goes and checks it out :)

also sorry again that this isn't explicitly bart, i totally get it if its not reblogged cause bart's not front and center 😭

[styxtrixmix]

I love these dumb little silly gay people in my phone

Don't ask why I draw Six the way I do, I think he deserves to have robot arms slash affection

@cryptocism

[doomspiral]

Reading ur religious texts (whichever) can also be fic research if ur totally insane

[cloudtaleblog]

three

thaddeus thawne iii

i think he's realllyyyyy cool looking

Frequency AU by @cryptocism

unrendered version el oh el

[radioactive-earthshine]

Do you all ever think about how Thad READ the book Iris wrote containing all of their histories so he knew exactly what was going to happen and he decided to pursue it anyway? How he attempted to change history by 'arriving early' and yet he still saw his undoing and let it happen? BC I do.

[theicarusconstellation]

hi <333

just a reminder for everyone that @ninety-two-bees’ fic, inertia, is a true work of genius. it is so complex, captivating, and a true hidden masterpiece that deserves such an incredible amount of love.

There is no sound in the endless vacuum of space, and everything sings anyway. It is a stubborn kind of magic. Defiant. The black hole keeps humming as it expands, ignorant to the human belief that it is a dead thing, no less spectacular now than when they called it a star. There is celebration to be had for that which does not confine itself for the sake of understanding. There is beauty in the music of resistance.

^^ this is just one of many beautiful paragraphs you’ll find. regulus is obviously my favorite in every situation, but oh my god inertia regulus makes me ache. the subtleties of his character’s deconstruction of the brainwashing trauma he’s been subjected to whilst also latching onto any sense of “familiarity” he can find is agonizingly perfect to read and hits so hard not only as a regulus kin but also as a cult survivor.

anyways everyone go read inertia. run. now. go. it will change your life.

[dewitty1]

Inertia

cavendishbutterfly @cavendishbutterfly

Chapters: 26/26 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Thea Nott, Gregory Goyle, Blaise Zabini, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Severus Snape, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minerva McGonagall Additional Tags: Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Secret Relationship, References to Canon Violence and Death, Chapter-Specific Content Warnings In The Notes, Loss of Parent(s), Grief/Mourning, Ministry of Magic (Harry Potter), incarceration, Deradicalization, Illness, Getting Together, Fluff, Angst, Breaking Up & Making Up, negative self-talk, There Was Only One Bed Missing, Brief Description of Violent Law Enforcement Policy, Learning About Abolition, Trans Female Character, Coming of Age, Sexual Inexperience, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, POV Alternating, Enemies to Lovers, Politics, Background Relationships, this is both a love story, and a story of healing

Summary:

It’s three months after the war. Harry has already mucked up all his plans. Draco is no longer the prince of Slytherin house. And they sure as hell didn’t both mean to go back to Hogwarts at the same time. Cue snarking, long conversations…and unexpected snogging.

This is the story of how Harry and Draco put their past aside. And then it's the story of how they finally learn to listen to it.

Excerpt:

“POTTER AND MALFOY,” Ernie MacMillan shouted, then collapsed into laughter. “Because—inter-house, the two of them—”

Draco’s heart thumped, sudden and intense. He met Potter’s eyes across the room without meaning to. There was a long pause.

“Do we,” Potter cleared his throat. “Do we have to have sex in there?”

“Not technically,” Thea said, as Granger chimed in with a hearty “Absolutely not.”

“The idea is that you’re trapped in there,” Pansy said sweetly. “And that you’ve got seven minutes, and you might as well.”

Thea snickered, and leaned back to watch. Draco expected Potter to storm out of the room. Instead, he stood up and said, “Right, Malfoy, come on.”

As Draco walked toward the cupboard, he felt Granger’s sobering charm wash over him and felt oddly grateful. It looked pitch dark in the cupboard, and Potter was close enough to smell some kind of warm musk, unfamiliar but appealing, and Draco suddenly didn’t want to know what he would have done had he entered the cupboard drunk.

He stepped inside behind Harry, and the door swung closed.

The inside of the cupboard was dark. It pressed against his arms. He could hear the reverberation of Potter's breath across from him: steady, and then one deeper, longer exhale.

"Alright, Malfoy?" Potter sounded right in front of him.

Draco swallowed. "Yeah."

Potter laughed slightly, then there was the sound of shuffling. Draco had only played this a couple of times before, and he thought it might almost be easier with other Slytherins. It was like an unspoken rule—you stepped into the cupboard, you snogged, maybe you got off a bit. It made it easier; it was an expected, measured kind of intimacy. This, with Potter's body an unknown, forbidden entity just in front of him—it was hard to know where to stand. Draco settled for pressing his back against the far wall, trying to figure by the sound of Potter's breaths and the meagre sliver of light exactly how far away he had to stay.

"So," Draco said. "We just. Stand here for seven minutes?"

"I don't know," Potter said. His voice sounded muffled from the tight walls around them. "You probably know better than me what we're supposed to do here."

"Well." Draco picked at the side of the cupboard, leaned the back of his head against the newly transfigured wood. Blaise hadn't done a half-bad job. "I think what we're meant to be doing in here is out of the question. So."

There was a pause from the other side of the cupboard. Then the sound of shuffling.

"Where are you?"

"I'm right here, Potter," Draco said drily.

"No, no. Here. Where's your hand?"

Tentatively, Draco held out his hand. After a few moments, Potter found it.

"Right," Potter said. "We've got room, I think. Want to sit down?"

"And what?" Draco scoffed. "Then we'll talk?"

"Maybe, yeah," Potter said. He started tugging Draco down to the bottom of the cupboard.

"Here, wait a second."

"Where the fuck are you?"

"No, if you just—"

"This isn't going to work."

"It will, just hold on. Here, my leg is here. If you just—“

"Well, hello.”

"Just sit on top of my leg, Malfoy, is that alright?"

Draco perched atop Potter's folded leg in the dark, half-straddling him.

"This is a little intimate, no?" Draco drawled.

Suddenly, he felt Potter's hands on his sides, adjusting the way Draco was sitting on top of his leg.

"You're really warm," Potter murmured, like an afterthought.

Draco’s heart pounded, and he hated it. For a few moments, there was only the faraway noise of the others shouting drunkenly at each other, muffled through the doors of the cupboard.

"Are you," Potter cleared his throat. "Are you opposed to all the things we're supposed to be doing in here? Or only some of them?"

Draco barked a laugh. "You're the one who's opposed. This is all sort of expected, in the Slytherin common room.”

"Right," Potter breathed. He seemed closer. Suddenly, Draco felt a hand skate up the plane of his neck, then settle at the bottom of his chin. "So if—if we were to—“

"You sound like such a prude, Potter." Draco tried to sound snide, but he didn't have much breath.

"Right," Potter said.

And then there were lips against Draco's. Imprecise, slightly off the mark, but Potter quickly righted himself. It was tentative and messy at first, a little wet, Potter's lips were a little chapped, but then suddenly it was as if Potter was asking for more, as if he'd let Draco in somehow, and Draco found himself swiping his tongue into Potter's mouth, relishing the warmth he found there, and Potter was making these little moans under his ministrations that made Draco work his hands into the mess of Potter's hair, which he seemed to enjoy a great deal. Draco felt Potter lean towards him, felt Potter's tongue dip into his own mouth. Fuck. Potter seemed hungry as he pressed his hands into the sides of Draco's face. From the pitch of his body, the sureness of his lips, his tongue—and Draco felt his cock stirring—

The tempus outside the cupboard rang out, and he and Potter broke apart.

"Make yourselves decent!" Pansy shouted from the other side, gleefully.

"Ah, shit," said Potter. "Sorry."

There was the sound of scrambling as Potter got back up to his feet. Then there was a hand, reaching around for his arm, and he was pulled up as well.

"Nothing to be sorry for, Potter," Draco said breezily. He adjusted his robes to disguise his budding erection. "You might want to check on your hair. Although, with the state it's usually in, I wonder whether anyone would notice the difference if it were sticking out sideways."

"Right. Thanks."

Draco waited a few moments, then spelled open the door and strode out of the cupboard.

“They didn’t even murder each other,” Ernie MacMillan slurred, disappointed.

"You have a good time, boys?" Thea asked. She fixed Draco with a knowing glance.

♡✧( ु•⌄• )

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Hell, he knew from the moment he first saw him that he would never be able to ever talk to him. And it had nothing to do with the fear of coming out or rejection and everything to do with Mikey knowing for a fact that he'd ruin that boy's life if he dared to enter it. Takemichi Hanagaki is—fuck, was—a good person. Manjirou Sano is not. ---------- When Mikey finds out that Takemichi Hanagaki, his first and only love, is the latest casualty of one of his own operations, he tries to take his own life and somehow ends up traveling back in time to their first encounter. Now that he has a chance to do it all over again, can he save him from a tragic end? More importantly, can he create a new timeline where they actually end up together?

Author: @imnotpoppunk

Note from submitter: This fic is fairly new-- only just starting out at the time I'm submitting this-- but it's already so so good. I love AUs where Mikey is one who goes back in time and tries to fix his life/become a better person, and the way the author writes the relationship dynamics between the characters (both the platonic and romantic relationships) is fantastic. Great comedy, great angst, the whole shebang really.

[ninety-two-bees]

this is it. this scene sums up inertia jegulus perfectly

[cryptocism]

character lineup of all the fellas from frequency featuring Thad's initial outfit

[reddblight]

Feelin the love for @cryptocism’s bois from their Frequency fic! Drew a Three as well as Jude & Nathaniel.

(Im a little behind, only on chapter 20 rn bc school is busy, pls no spoilers 💜)

[greta-hayes]

What if the members of Young Justice? were just normal college students? Living out the melodrama & cozy trills that life brings? What if Bart or Kon had never died? What if no one had their own family turned on them? What if their own friends hadn't died? What if they were safe and happy? What if Greta Hayes, former superhero, formerly Secret, woke up in a dorm room that wasn't hers?

So I have started posting my fanfic! I will be updating it every sunday, for more details go to the end notes.

Also rn I cannot figure out how to edit in the title of the first chapter so I'll deal with that later

[styxtrixmix]

He's like.. REALLY nice now. Trust

WOULD Five still love Three if he was a worm?

@cryptocism