1.1 Hey, Tommy [Newtmas]
1.2 Apple Blossoms [Newtmas]
1.3 Ivy Chronicles
1.3.1 Subject A7. The Leader. [Thominho]
1.3.2 The Bet [Thominho/Thominewt]
1.3.3 Subject A7. The Leader. #2 [Thominho/Thominewt]
1.3.4 He's a Butcher with a Smile [Thominho]
1.3.5 If Only I Could [Thominewt]
1.4 Quotes
1.4.1 TST Quotes
1.4.2 TDC Quotes
3. Drarry (Harry Potter: Draco x Harry)
3.1 Sectumsempra
4. 형 [Hyeong] (지금 우리 학교는 - All of Us Are Dead: 수혁 x 형산 [Su Hyeok x Cheong San])
3.1 지금, 당신이 어디에 있든 (Now, Wherever You Are)
5. Frerard (My Chemical Romance: Frank x Gerard)
4.1 Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)
6. Scribbles
6.1 [ES] Rebelde Netflix (Luka x Esteban)
Sin título
6.2 A Series of Unfortunate Events (Isadora x Violet | Quigley x Klaus)
Here Comes Triple Treble
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Fic details
1. Newtmas
1.1 Hey, Tommy
Chapters: 11/11
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Newt, Thomas, Alby, Minho
Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Book cannon, Slash
Summary:
Newt is suffering in the Glade, he’s overwhelmed with everything that they are put through and being in the dark about it all is unbearable. He feels like he won’t be able to cope with any of it anymore, and even tries to end it all. But all changes when Thomas arrives. He feels drawn toward that Greenie for some reason.
Thomas will make him feel stronger; together they will find a way out of the Maze, through the Scorch and toward a Cure.
A/N: I’ll stick with the canon (mostly book canon all along the most of the trilogy, but following the cure arc of the movie), making time jumps to moments along the trilogy adding the romance between the two. So I’ll change the cannon on those scenes, obviously, and at the end so it’ll be a happy ending! :D
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Prompt #19: Florist Newt owns the most popular flower shop of the city. Thomas wants to get flowers for his mother's birthday. Love at first sight.
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Ivy Chronicles #1
1.4.1 Subject A7. The Leader. [Thominho]
Chapters: 1/1
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Minho, Thomas, Newt
Additional Tags: Lighting hitting Minho, The Scorch Trials Storm, Protective!Thomas
Summary:
When Minho gets hit by a lightning as they arrive at the building in the Crank City; Thomas turns protective mode on.
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Ivy Chronicles #2
1.4.2 The Bet [Thominho/Thominewt]
Chapters: 2/4
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Minho/Newt/Thomas
Characters: Minho, Newt, Thomas
Additional Tags: minewt already existed when thomas arrived, Glade, slight changes in canon, basically the passing of the time is flexibilized, thomas had one month as a newbie like everyone else, real cursing, glade lingo/slangs not used, little bickering between minho and thomas, i tried to make this fic a little more fun and comedic and less serious dont know if i suceeded
Summary:
“Well, you see, I need to become a Runner.”
“Oh you need to.”
“Yup. Need it.”
“‘Kay, if you ever plan on telling me why you need it, please let me know.” Minho said, now done with stretching his legs, and starting with his arms.
“Right, why I need it. You see, becoming a Runner is a very important part of the plan to win a bet.” Thomas explained very matter-of-factly.
“A bet.”
“Yes, a bet.”
“A bet to do what?”
“Basically – to steal your heart.”
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Ivy Chronicles #3
1.4.3 Subject A7. The Leader. #2 [Thominho/Thominewt]
Chapters: 1/1
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Minho/Newt/Thomas, Minho/Thomas Characters: Minho, Thomas, Brenda, Jorge
Additional Tags: The Death Cure, Angst, thominho fluff, sensitive!minho, emotional!minho, Protective!Thomas, Minho trying to cope with emotions, in Denver while Newt is (alegedly) in the Berg, flashback from the Glade, angsty!minho, angry!minho
Summary:
Minho is suffering thinking about Newt's inevitable fate. Thomas turns protective mode on.
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Ivy Chronicles #4
1.4.4 He's a Butcher with a Smile [Thominho]
Chapters: 1/1
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Minho, Thomas
Summary:
Based on the song Tear in My Heart, by Twenty One Pilots.
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Ivy Chronicles #5
1.4.5 If Only I Could [Thominewt]
Chapters: 1/1
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Minho, Thomas, Newt
Summary: Thomas and Minho cope with Newt's loss at the Safe Haven.
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2. Drarry
2.1 Sectumsempra
Chapters: 16/16
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Underage, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy
Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Enemies, Love/Hate, Hate Sex, they're attracted to each other but hate each other still, Slash
Summary:
During summer vacation after his fifth year at Hogwards, Harry can't stop thinking about something he overheard Draco say... that Draco has a crush on Harry... maybe even more than a crush. Now Harry is obsessed with making sense of it all and he can't wait to get back to Hogwarts to confront Malfoy about it. But will he do it? Will he be able to? Of course none of that changes the hatred he feels towards Malfoy, nothing could lessen it, but Harry'll discover that maybe something else can coexist with hate.
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3. 형 [Hyeong]
3.1 지금, 당신이 어디에 있든 (Now, Wherever You Are)
Chapters: 14/14
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: 이쳥산[Lee Cheong San]/이수혁 [Lee Su Hyeok]
Characters: Lee Cheong San, Lee Su Hyeok, Han Gyeong Su, Yoon Gwi Nam, Nam On Jo, Jang Woo Jin
Additional Tags: Non-Chronological, alternateing between present-past-further past, still not sure if i'll put some angst on it guess i'll discover while writing, also unsure abt happy or sad ending the only thing ik for sure is they'll both survive
Summary:
All of Us Are Dead, but Chyeong San and Su Hyeok's love interests are each other, basically. The idea is I get some scenes from the season and make them gay; also I'll add events from before the beginning of the season.
[Romanized names version]
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4. Frerard
4.1 Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)
Chapters: 18/18
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Frank Iero/Gerard Way, Brendon Urie/Mikey Way
Characters: Gerard Way, Frank Iero, Mikey Way, Brendon Urie, Ray Toro, Bob Bryar, Bert McCracken
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Prison, Frerard, Alternate Universe - No Band, Fluff, Underage - Freeform, Violence
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6. Scribbles
6.1 Rebelde Netflix: Sin título (Luka x Esteban)
TBA
6.2 A Series of Unfortunate Events: Here Comes Triple Treble (Isadora x Violet | Quigley x Klaus)
From Crystal Castles’ Chronicles
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He looked at the boy and wondered how much time they had left before the boy left.
The sun was about to rise, so not long. Probably he’d be waking up shortly, then he would leave and they wouldn’t see each other ever again. That’s what always happens – people leave. It was okay, he was used to it by now, actually.
Remnants of the song that played at the party hours ago – when they met – still played in his memory. It was a great song, he wondered how he could discover its name. The sky started to get lighter tones signaling that the sun was about to rise. He loved sunrises. Sun settings, too. There was something magical about the atmosphere of these moments of transition; night into day, day into night. And they were in a great spot to watch it – the roof of the building of the party in which they had met. He wondered if maybe he should wake the boy up so that they could watch the sunrise together. It would be nice to share this moment with someone, especially someone that he liked. Did he like the boy? He thought he did and that made him remember how shallow he was.
He didn’t like the boy because he had grown to like the boy. They had spent only a few hours together. Also not because he loved the sex they had had. He liked the boy back when they kissed in the party and he knew he could like the boy even before then – moments before – when he saw the boy, standing there talking with those girls.
As the sky got brighter, he thought about his losses. It was funny to think of it as losses, but they were just that, in a way. It came as a realization. There came a moment when he realized he had no one; everyone he thought he had by him, wasn’t actually there. That’s when he looked in retrospect and came to realize – he had never had anyone. Everyone he ever thought he had, every group he was part of, all throughout his life, he’d never been reciprocated. That is why it felt a bit like a loss – it was like losing the memory of being there, of being part of something, of being wanted as much as wanting.
From then on he felt… detached. Detached from others, from connections. It sometimes felt like freedom, like independency, and he almost forgot the weight of detachment. But he remembered it every once in a while. He was on his own devices, there would be no one there to help him go through life, he’d have to help himself. What could he do? This sometimes happened, it’s part of life. But when not even his dog cared for him anymore, he felt it. It made him feel incapable of being loved. Not only by people, but by any creature.
Because of that he was afraid of loving. He was afraid that if he loved, he would be too much. And the person would not be able to handle it. And then they would leave. He was afraid of having to live a life of straining himself so as not to be too much. That seemed exhausting, and he was already tired.
From Crystal Castles' Chronicles
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“Failure is just practice for success”. That was the sentence he had in mind at the exact moment he stepped into the room. He had seen that somewhere but of course he didn’t remember where. Considering the number of guys he had looked in the hope he was doing the flirting thing correctly you could say that he was very well practiced and prepared for making out with someone, given that all he had done was failing. Since he had got to that party he was constantly looking around looking for pretty boys he could look to and hope that would somehow look back and flirt with him. But he knew that was not actually gonna happen.
“I am not making out with anyone today, or ever, because I never do anything. Only people with attitude manage to call the attention. I don’t do anything, I am never calling anyone’s attention.” He thought to himself.
The room was all white. It was weird actually, it was all covered in those middle-sized white ceramics, floor and all four walls. He didn’t actually look to the ceiling so he didn’t know what it was like. The lights were flickering. It was as if everyone and everything was moving frame by frame, as if it was all a non-buffered video. He didn’t know from where the lights came, he couldn’t see any equipment, but he didn’t pay much attention to this, he just focused on how the images he was seeing were misshapen and that made them funny. It was a pretty small room; he couldn’t actually tell what it was for, or even if it was for anything at all. Maybe it was a bathroom someday, full of urinals that were removed from the walls so that it got turned into a place to party. Maybe it was actually already built like that, aiming to get people to remark what a crazy place they were in and maybe like that help them hallucinate as they party overnight on LSD.
He was not on LSD. He was actually curious about trying it, but had never. There was an electronic song playing as well as it has been playing all night; just another electronic, up-beat song as all of them. He stayed at a corner and since his hands were empty and he did not know what in seven hells to do with them, he just put them in his jeans’ pockets. He now gave a closer look around the room, which got him even more confused. It was longer than it was wide, there were two doors – which were opened by sliding them to the side –, one from which he had just come, and the other was right across, each of them at an extremity of the rectangular room.
At the other corner of the same wall he was leaned on, there was a guy.
He did not understand what this guy had, but as soon as he saw him he took his hands off of his pockets – he felt that he might use them –, moved away from the wall and started walking. At the exact moment he laid his eyes on that boy, a song that made him make a mental note to remember looking for its name later started playing; but this song was different, it was not the typical party music. It completely hypnotized him and as if pulling strings, led him to move towards the guy. The guy seemed to be talking, or more like, chitchatting with two girls he had on both sides but dropped whatever chat he was having when he got close and the guy saw him and immediately moved away from the wall as he had done before, as if they had rehearsed that encountering.
When we reached each other, I smoothly passed my right hand over his hair and rested it on his occiput, pushing his head close to mine as I pushed his body with mine back to the corner he was leaned on, making the girls who were chitchatting with him go somewhere else. Our chests were together, our heads were close. When we were close enough, we just let our bodies fall towards the wall and when his back hit it my lips touched his.
He could never describe how that kiss felt, because he had never felt anything alike. It was liberating. Neither of them thought of anything, they only lived that moment. They lived in that moment.
I felt his hair on my right hand. He held my waist in his. I held his waist with my left hand. He touched my butt with his.
Neither of them had any idea how much time they spent in that position, performing that kiss.
I felt his hand on my waist and I can’t express how much I liked that. That pleased me like no other thing during a kiss had ever. It was so timid, he was discovering something new, that was a discovering for him, he was groundbreaking, and I was the one lucky enough to be there seeing this discovery almost as if it was a discovery for me too. His touching was timid despite the savageness of his kissing. It was the perfect combination. I pushed his body so that I could move away from that corner in which he had me closed in. I took my hand off of his butt and rested it on his chest. I took his hand and headed to the door that was right by us; in that moment an enormous fear took domain of me. I feared somehow in those few seconds before we passed through the door I would lose his hands and lose him to the crowd that populated the room. I was afraid I’d lose him and never see him again because in that moment I knew I couldn’t not see him again. I knew I could not lose him. I needed him again.
I held his hand tight because I didn’t want to lose it. Ever since we first touched, I didn’t want to ever stop touching him. Our bodies should not move away from each other. He guided me to the door and I followed closely.
—Igor A. Silva
09 jan 2019
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Demando: kun kiu ludo ci sentas cin pli komforta?
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Ne estas ĝusta
Ne devus esti
Tio ne estas normala
Neniu devus havi tiom da influo je aliulo
Neniu havas la rajton alveni en vivon aliules kaj malordigi ĝin
Igi ĉion renversita
Kaj neniu devus esti tiel stulta por permesi tion
Neniu devus havi tiom da influo eĉ sen voli
Eĉ sen scii
Neniu devus suferi tiel pro aliulo
Suferi, sen ke la alia eĉ ne sciu pri tiu…
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Sed vi povas reveni
Kun la tuta damaĝo mi estas vin atendanta
Je la espero, ke vi kunportu kun vi kaj en vi la kuracon
Vi lasis ĉion tro damaĝita ĉi-ene
Sed ne gravas, ne kulpas vi, mi komprenas
Vi ne sciis, ke estis noca al mi
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Nudeco
De la lakkoloro
Al la protektita reprodukto
Nuda
La korpo kiel senskriba kanvaso
La lipo – de la alia –, broso
Nudeco estas vundebleco
Estas rezigno
Korpes kaj animes
Animo
Nudaĵoj animes
Rezigno de ĉio
Estas meti sur la tablon la kartojn
Nudaĵoj animes estas poezio
Ne malpli ol la nudaĵoj korpes
Korpo estas poezio
Nudaĵoj estas poezio
Dirinte tion
Kial la riproĉo?
La…
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Hodiaŭ mi trafis mian koramikinon kun mia plej bona amikiĉo. Ne, mi trafis la personon kiun mi ŝatus, ke estus mia koramikino kun iu, kiun mi apenaŭ konas.
Nun mi estas survoje al vojaĝo, kiu mi sentas, ke estos la dua plej bona de mia vivo.
La unua estis kun mia koramikino. Ne, kun la persono, kiun mi ŝatus, ke estus mia…
Analizo de la Muzikvideo de Chlorine¹, de Twenty Øne Piløts
Mia kompreno de la plej nova muzikvideo de Twenty Øne Piløts.
Ĝis antaŭ ties* videes liberigo, ni estis prezentitaj al la universo de Demo¹, Niko¹, la Naŭoj¹, Banditoj¹, ktp. Twenty Øne Piløts montris al ni atmosferon de timo, teruro, sensekureco kaj aliaj negativaj sentoj. Tiuj negativaj sentoj estis tiel fortaj, ke ili eĉ havis personigon: Nebulavizaĝo¹ (poste nomata Niko).
*En tiu ĉi…
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I had that dream a 1000 times
Kio estas mil fojoj antaŭ la ofto kun kiu promenadis en miaj pensoj tiu senesperema deziro?
Tiu despera krio
Multaj fojoj mi sonĝis, deziris, ploris
Finfine atingis specimenon de kio estus havi vin proksime
Ne pli ol tio, specimeno. Nur tio estis al mi koncedigita
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Nun defalas…
SOLA SCENARO
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RAKONTANTO: Seĝo. Papero. Skribilo.
[Lumo eklumigas la maldekstra…
Li eniris la metroon. En la lastan vagonon kiel ĉiam, ĉar estis en la malantaŭo de la stacio kie li atendis, ke la metroo alvenu, kiel ĉiam. El la malantaŭo de la stacio – kie li ĉiam atendis ke la metroo alvenu – eblis vidi la forvojojn sekvante al la pli-tien. Unu en ĉiu flanko, unu iranta al la pli-tien, la alia revenanta el la pli-tie, meze de la du estas herbo. Ĉiutage la herbo malsamis:…
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Blua ekrano, blankaj inskripcioj
Eraro
Malbonaj novaĵoj
Ne trovita
Paneo.
Ne trovita
Mi ne trovas
Mi ne min trovas
Mi estas perdita
De ili kaj de mi mem
Perdita ĉar mi elektis ĵeti min en tiun abismon malhelan kaj malvarman, alia al iu ajn afero
Mi elektis? Tio estas, minimume, ŝerco
Elekto estis la lasta afero, kiun mi havis
Post ĉio, kio okazis, mi ne havis elekton, la…