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I love that even if you didn't know, you can always tell whenever ao3 is down

Because all of our fellow fanfic readers flood tumblr with so many posts about fanfics and how they miss our beloved ao3 that's down for three hours of scheduled matinence

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This week, I read a fic that was around 20 years old, which had originally been posted on the author's personal website and which she added to AO3 a few years ago. She listed her email address with the fic, so after I finished reading, I sent her an email saying how much I enjoyed the story, how much I appreciated the work and effort she obviously put into it, and thanked her for uploading it to AO3. She responded the next day and thanked me for my message, then said she had a few more stories in the same series that she hadn't gotten around to uploading. I checked this morning--she added a 35,000 word novella and thanked me in the summary.

👏 comment 👏 on 👏 old 👏 fics 👏

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Watching TikTok try and rewrite fandom history by saying fandom culture was created by teenage girls makes me eye twitch to an extent I’ve never felt it twitch before. The middle aged women printing out Spirk erotica to share with each other in the 1900s did not die for this!!!! How dare you erase our important historic moments!!! You would be nowhere without the 30 year old women who dedicated their free time to making these spaces happen. Put some respect on their names!!!!

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subscribing to a fic isn’t enough I need the author to blast a bat signal into the night sky whenever they update

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Since when has the official Star Trek TikTok account been commenting on Spirk edits???

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for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

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how the absolute FUCK am i supposed to live long and prosper in these conditions

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Spock doesn't want to wear gloves because his hands are sensitive so this is how he keeps warm

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“In 2024, Spock and Kirk reunited. Across life and death, across timelines and universes, they always find their way back to each other. They are written in the stars, inevitable as gravity, eternal as the cosmos.

And then Bashir and Garak kissed with tongue in Lower Decks.”

“Okay, Grandma, let’s get you to bed…”

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How else are you supposed to use a typewriter if not to honor the foremothers with a Star Trek slash fic?

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Watching Star Trek with my mom and she was like "what's that Vulcan thing where they have to mate or else they'll die? Was that Vulcans? I'll look it up," and I had to sit next to her and act as though I didn't know about the industrial quantities of Spirk smut that she was about to discover.

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Since my last post got so many notes (thank you!!), I thought I’d share more scenes from the performance. This is a collage of key moments from Julius Caesar, staged at the Curia of Pompey on March 15—exactly where and when it happened.

The video starts with Lucius, Brutus’ servant, announcing: “Oggi è il 15 marzo.” (Today is March 15.)

Then comes the assassination scene.

Next is Mark Antony, standing over Caesar’s body, delivering one of the most devastating monologues in Shakespeare:

“O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,

That I am meek and gentle with these butchers.

Thou art the ruins of the noblest man

That ever livèd in the tide of times.

Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!

Over thy wounds now do I prophesy

(Which like dumb mouths do open their ruby lips

To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue)

A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;

Domestic fury and fierce civil strife

Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;

Blood and destruction shall be so in use

And dreadful objects so familiar

That mothers shall but smile when they behold

Their infants quartered with the hands of war,

All pity choked with custom of fell deeds;

And Caesar’s spirit, ranging for revenge,

With Ate by his side come hot from hell,

Shall in these confines with a monarch’s voice

Cry ��Havoc!” and let slip the dogs of war,

That this foul deed shall smell above the earth

With carrion men groaning for burial.”

And finally, the funeral oration—the moment Antony lights the fire of revolt in the Roman people:

“Hath told you Caesar was ambitious.

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Caesar answered it.

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He was my friend, faithful and just to me,

But Brutus says he was ambitious,

And Brutus is an honorable man.

He hath brought many captives home to Rome,

Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill.

Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,

And Brutus is an honorable man.

You all did see that on the Lupercal

I thrice presented him a kingly crown,

Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?

Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,

And sure he is an honorable man.

I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,

But here I am to speak what I do know.

You all did love him once, not without cause.

What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him?

O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts,

And men have lost their reason! Bear with me;

My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,

And I must pause till it come back to me.”

(I love those last lines. The way grief physically overwhelms Antony, the way he can’t even finish speaking—it gets me every time.)

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im hilarous

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Not to brag or anything but I’m Italian and I live in Rome and today they performed Julius Caesar on the literal ruins of the Curia of Pompey. aka the exact place where Caesar got absolutely wrecked in 44 BCE. on the anniversary of him getting absolutely wrecked 💅

🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪 (that’s 23 knives. historically accurate.)

(If you are interested in seeing more scenes from the performance, I have posted another video!)