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i pretend to write sometimes, but not often enough. {Shingeki no Kyojin. Kill la Kill. Homestuck. Free!. Evangelion. Assassin's Creed. Kingdom Hearts. Marvel. Percy Jackson. LGBTQIA+. Feminism. Equality.}

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kiango:

when you finally finish reading a 200 page fanfiction and you stumble out of your room and don’t know what’s canon anymore

(via floranna2)

true-fae:

naturalcomedian:

This is like when you kill one of your characters in an AU.

oh my god

(via darthpaulsartre)

fapamir:

*1/4 through a fanfic* wait i’ve read this before

*2/4 through a fanfic* lol no i haven’t wtf is hapenning

* 3/4 through  fanfic* OMG I’VE READ THIS BEFORE

(via hanjisbitch)

airagorncharda:

thetimesinbetween:

weareallmedie:

lierdumoa:

iwatchforsasha:

Fantastic Breasts and Where to Find Them

That second to last panel is chilling.

reblogging again for linzeestyle’s tags, because, OMG, *TRUTH*

#and because women have created a community where they don’t need to buy anything to get what they want

I think about this ALL THE TIME. I fucking love it. 

Fandom is the most brilliant, beautiful, collaborative, critical, deeply subversive stuff there is and I ADORE IT TO PIECES.

And no, it’s not all women—certainly not, absolutely not. But I’d say it’s vast majority women. (…Ridiculous crazy vast majority anybody-except-cis-men.) I know I often think of fandom as a feminine and/or queer-centered space.

The only people I rarely see in fandom are cishet dudes. Afab people are absolutely more prevalent in fandom, and this is absolutely why.

basiacat:

when ur thirsty for fic but you have quite fucking literally read every single quality fanfiction for the pairing

(via lukesunborn)

Omega Rho Gamma - Chapter 1 - zed_azrael - Kingdom Hearts [Archive of Our Own] ›

I would not have expected something like this to be the first fanfic I’ve written in years, yet here it is. I apologise in advance.

Title: Omega Rho Gamma
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters/Pairings: Axel/Roxas, Riku/Sora, Ventus, Disney characters left and right, and way more pairings on the horizon
Genre: Humour; Romance; College AU
Rating: PG13
Summary: In which Roxas pledges a frat at his college and hazing most certainly does not occur because that shit is illegal, gawd.
Not just Greek in letter, but also in the penchant for homoerotic encounters.

Omega Rho Gamma - Chapter 1 - zed_azrael - Kingdom Hearts [Archive of Our Own] ›

I would not have expected something like this to be the first fanfic I’ve written in years, yet here it is. I apologise in advance.

Title: Omega Rho Gamma
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters/Pairings: Axel/Roxas, Riku/Sora, Ventus, Disney characters left and right, and way more pairings on the horizon
Genre: Humour; Romance; College AU
Rating: PG13
Summary: In which Roxas pledges a frat at his college and hazing most certainly does not occur because that shit is illegal, gawd.
Not just Greek in letter, but also in the penchant for homoerotic encounters.

"why do fangirls always make them gay?" ›

dsudis:

teland:

frankcoffee:

euclase2:

amberfeather:

euclase2:

Imagine being in a relationship in which you are treated like an equal, consciously and unconsciously, sexually, emotionally, socially, romantically, without being bound by gender expectations,…

gyzym:

crowthis:

keep the cushions and the couch too, ok pal?

In sleep is the only time Bucky doesn’t have to look at Steve through his lashes; he does it anyway. Always has. There’s too much of him otherwise, he hurts to look at, he’s too bright for Bucky’s uncovered eyes and Bucky wonders, some days, if that isn’t why he’s always finding trouble. Moths are drawn to flame and Steve burns, in sleep and out of it, with passion on some days and fever on others but always, always, with hope — even now, grief etched along the defeated curl of his body, he sips in every breath like he believes wholly in what he’ll do with it. It makes Bucky struggle with his own inhalations because he’s the moth, he’s been the moth as long as he can remember and it’s all he wants: to be stupid, to be young, to spread his wings and burn alive in Steve’s fire. 

Steve shudders, shifts; his arm escapes from where it’s been huddled trapped beneath his chest and drops down towards the floor. His fingers curl loose around the tender flesh beneath Bucky’s elbow and Bucky opens his eyes wide for once — to prove it to himself. To see. Maybe he’s less a moth than that guy from the stories Steve liked in school, wax wings and a dangerous flight pattern; Steve’s circulation is for shit and still Bucky can feel himself melting beneath his chill-fingered touch, dripping through the cracks in the floorboards. His eyes ache, and his chest, and his pulse speeds up because it’s harder labor than he’s ever done, to look at Steve here in the darkness. He lets slip a small sound and Steve’s face shifts just from that, a soft frown appearing in the lines along his forehead. The back of Bucky’s throat itches from him, from all the jagged want he’s swallowed. 

Please, Bucky thinks. Bucky thinks: please

(via sssynergenic)

bumbleshark:

well-written novel sized fanfiction

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(via narakami)