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to touch what was no longer tangible

gyzym:

A Daisy Buchanan ficlet, written in the aftermath of seeing the latest Gatsby adaptation, for chayya. Can be read as a continuation of this piece, or as a standalone. 

“A beautiful little fool,” Daisy whispers in Pammy’s ear, on the train away from East Egg, her (new) old life. It is a blessing and a curse. It is a benediction. 

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glorious

the-wordbutler:

Tony finds the picture in a box that used to live in a forgotten corner of Bruce’s basement, and proceeds to dance around the living room, waving it. “Look! Look! You were young and edible and not in a ‘hot up-and-coming physicist’ way. You were young and edible in a totally indecent, naughty-magazine way!”
“Tony,” Bruce sighs, and holds his hand out for the picture.
“Nope,” Tony retorts, and slips out of his reach. The dogs follow, bounding around him like wild animals dancing to a satyr’s wood flute.  ”Nope, see, I’m keeping this.  I’m keeping this and displaying it so everyone knows that you were once young and thoroughly hot.”
Bruce raises an eyebrow.
“Differently hot,” Tony amends, waving a hand. “Untouched, blushing-virgin hot. Not older-but-wiser, gray-around-the-edges, soft-in-the-best-places hot.”
“Ew,” Miles observes without looking away from his video game.
Tony grins, and Bruce knows he’s lost.
(Later, Miles tips his head at the photograph that’s now hung on the refrigerator with a strange expression.  ”You do look young,” he says.
Bruce snorts.  ”Thanks.”
“No, I mean, you look—  Not like you.”  Bruce pauses as he pours his tea and looks over; Miles shrugs.  ”You look like a guy, there,” he decides, and Bruce continues to watch him.  ”You look like Bruce now.”
“Thanks,” Bruce says again.
“No, I—”
“No,” Bruce says, and he smiles.  ”Thanks.”)

BUT LIKE SERIOUSLY
I WAS HAVING TROUBLE WITH WITHDRAWAL FROM PERMANANCY
AND THIS DIDN’T HELP
ONLY IT DID HELP
BUT NOT WITH, YOU KNOW, BEING SANE
HENCE THE CAPSLOCK

the-wordbutler:

Tony finds the picture in a box that used to live in a forgotten corner of Bruce’s basement, and proceeds to dance around the living room, waving it. “Look! Look! You were young and edible and not in a ‘hot up-and-coming physicist’ way. You were young and edible in a totally indecent, naughty-magazine way!”

“Tony,” Bruce sighs, and holds his hand out for the picture.

“Nope,” Tony retorts, and slips out of his reach. The dogs follow, bounding around him like wild animals dancing to a satyr’s wood flute.  ”Nope, see, I’m keeping this.  I’m keeping this and displaying it so everyone knows that you were once young and thoroughly hot.”

Bruce raises an eyebrow.

“Differently hot,” Tony amends, waving a hand. “Untouched, blushing-virgin hot. Not older-but-wiser, gray-around-the-edges, soft-in-the-best-places hot.”

“Ew,” Miles observes without looking away from his video game.

Tony grins, and Bruce knows he’s lost.

(Later, Miles tips his head at the photograph that’s now hung on the refrigerator with a strange expression.  ”You do look young,” he says.

Bruce snorts.  ”Thanks.”

“No, I mean, you look—  Not like you.”  Bruce pauses as he pours his tea and looks over; Miles shrugs.  ”You look like a guy, there,” he decides, and Bruce continues to watch him.  ”You look like Bruce now.”

“Thanks,” Bruce says again.

“No, I—”

“No,” Bruce says, and he smiles.  ”Thanks.”)

BUT LIKE SERIOUSLY

I WAS HAVING TROUBLE WITH WITHDRAWAL FROM PERMANANCY

AND THIS DIDN’T HELP

ONLY IT DID HELP

BUT NOT WITH, YOU KNOW, BEING SANE

HENCE THE CAPSLOCK

ifeelbetterer:

Forgot to mention this in other responses to IM3 buuuut:

Tony ended the movie with the promise of a road trip with the robots. WHY DID I NOT GET THAT MOVIE, I WANT THAT MOVIE.

Forgot to mention: this is yet another time when fandom got there first. Has everyone read Robot Trip, the fic where Tony roadtrips with robots + Steve?

captainhardypines:

ifeelbetterer:

captainhardypines replied to your post: I think my new favorite fic trope is when Clint…

Do you ship Clint/Coulson as well?

It’s funny you should ask because the vehemence with which I ship Clint/Coulson should necessitate that I stop shipping Clint with everyone else…and yet. Paradox. I got paradoxes in my feels.

Haha, no that’s okay. I ship Natasha/Clint and sometimes Clint/Darcy. He’s so shippable. But I think Clint/Coulson is my otp. What’s your favorite Clint/Coulson fic?

Favorite Clint/Coulson fics:

Bonus Clint/Natasha/Coulson:

FIC REC: balance

detectivebuttcop:

It’s three-thirty in the morning and Stiles’ voyage downstairs and into the kitchen would be comedic if he weren’t half asleep. He’s so drowsy that walking is turning out exactly like those drunk-driving simulations that aren’t actually anything like driving drunk, they’re more like having someone grab the steering wheel and cover your eyes with their hands. Because you’re not actually drunk.

Maybe that’s just Stiles, it occurs to him like a revolutionary dawn on his brain, right as he collides with a wall. He continues on his way and finally succeeds in finding a contraption to fill with cold water. He thinks it’s a coffee mug. Nope, it’s a tiny porcelain milk pitcher. Finally, a use for this thing.

The journey back up the stairs is slightly smoother, but that’s not saying much. He paws at the door a couple times before he finds the doorknob. Settles onto the bed with a yawn. Takes a deep and refreshing gulp of water from his milk pitcher. Yes.

Derek’s hand gropes its way out of the covers and takes the thing from him. He’s too sleepy to be a dick about it, so he just lets Derek drink some of his water and put the pitcher on the bedside table.

Derek slides his arms around Stiles’ middle and pulls him down into the bed. “Do I do a good job providing for you?” Stiles asks, unfocusedly tucking his head under Derek’s chin. Derek hums affirmatively, also lacking the energy to be a dick.

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YES GOOD EXCELLENT ALL THE GOOD THINGS

Meme Prompt: De-aged Phil Ridiculousness

torakowalski:

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WHEN THEY ASK WHAT KILLED ME, THIS IS THE ANSWER.

so I couldn’t fall asleep last night, and I started thinking

wildehack:

about a reverse little mermaid, in which the prince’s sister has always dreamed of life under the sea, and then they are in a shipwreck, and as she hangs onto a piece of driftwood, she sees her brother rescued from drowning by a mermaid. Everybody thinks she’s mad, later, after she’s been rescued. But her brother did turn up alive and unharmed on the beach, and she knows what she saw: a girl, beautiful as the dawn, with a fish’s tail, keeping her brother safe above the waves. She grows sick with longing.

So the princess goes to visit the witch who lives in the woods, and she tells her that she can give her a mermaid’s tail and a mermaid’s breath—but she will always be human in her heart and in her soul, unless she can convince one of the merfolk to fall in love with her. For humans live short lives, and their immortal souls vanish to distant realms after death, while the merfolk live for hundreds of years, and when they die they remain in the sea that is their home.

The princess agrees, and the witch tells her she will make a potion that she must swallow when she wants to transform. But then she reminds her that she must be paid—and laughs at her when she offers gold. She tells her that she will have her voice, and slowly the princess agrees, so she cuts off her tongue and throws it into a boiling pot, adds a knot of snakes and a drop of her own black blood, and gives her the resulting potion to drink.

At midnight, she takes the potion out to the jetty, and as soon as it passes her lips, her legs are bound together, becoming a mermaid’s tail. She falls—kinda ungracefully—into the ocean, and it feels unbelievably natural to dive down, and she’s shocked by how well she can see, even in the deep water, even at midnight. And then she just sort of carelessly, cluelessly swims on, and she almost gets eaten by a shark, and then she’s trailing blood in the water so she almost gets eaten by another shark, and another, and she can’t find the merfolk city she’s always been taught was under the water, and it’s late and she’s exhausted and is running from all sorts of terrifying creatures who she’d never really thought about existing before, and she only escapes the sharks by dodging past a whirlpool, and then another whirlpool, close to the ocean bottom. She passes through a series of foaming whirlpools like a labyrinth, and then she sees a white house on the ocean bottom, in the middle of a strange forest of polypi. The polypi are half animal, half plant, reaching out and grasping at anything they can touch. The princess swims carefully through it, and she sees that there are things caught in the polypi’s arms: anchors, planks, wooden chests, the white skeletons of drowned men. A little mermaid. She makes it to the house, and recoils when she realizes that it’s also made of bleached human bones.

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haunting and perfect

queenklu asked: oh man oh man 7 and 10?

7. whoops emotions

Early Returns: Inception, Arthur/Eames, newsroom!AU. If the promise of 15k newsroom!AU from pru was not enough to get you going, I don’t think we see eye-to-eye on fics. It’s the ULTIMATE whoops emotion fic.

10. competency kinks R us

Solve for X: Avengers, Tony/Loki, the epic love story of a crafty mind and a math problem. If Loki can’t do magic, Tony thinks he might as well do math.

give me a number and a fandom/ship and I’ll rec you a fic

  1. accidentally dating
  2. high school / college AU
  3. super powers / mundane AU
  4. AU in space
  5. coffeeshop
  6. academia / litterati
  7. whoops emotions
  8. anger anger LOVE
  9. dramatic at your door
  10. competency kinks R us
  11. road trip
  12. 5 x
  13. bodyswap / genderswap
  14. Rule 616: almost the same but not quite
  15. prequel

go on, give it a go.