Some can sleep well into the day, door closed and blinds drawn. Others wake up at dawn to savour every moment of sunlight, needing the rays to shine through their skin and light them from within.
For Ari Pate, plenty of sunlight is just one of the items on the list she rigorously follows each day. It’s carefully designed to guide her on the path towards Okay. Okay may not be the loftiest goal, but it’s realistic – and if she adheres to the list, she believes she can get there again.
For Niall Horan, a musician who plays the local dive bar six nights per week, designing a list has never occurred to him. He’s at home here in rural West Virginia amongst the Blue Ridge Mountains and the wide, starry skies.
But this small town holds secrets, some buried so deep they’ve never been spoken aloud. Niall has regrets of his own, and while Ari finally settles into a place she feels she could belong, Niall can no longer avoid the long-suppressed itch to get out.
The Longest Sky, coming 01.09.17
I’ll be counting down to the posting date by sharing an accessory to the story (playlist, moodboard, etc.) each night from tonight to September 1st. I hope you’ll join me - no matter who you are, you’re welcome here and I’d love to have you on this journey.
Hello, everyone! It’s been a while since I’ve posted to this blog. I’ve gotten so many of your lovely messages over the past few months, and I’m sorry for being so MIA here and not answering your lovely comments and messages. (Some of you may also follow me on my main where I am, decidedly, a lot more active.) But rest assured, I have read them, and I cannot thank you enough for your support for my fics despite being gone for so long.
This PSA has been in the works for a while, just because I’ve been dwelling over what I’ve wanted to say here, and I wanted to make sure whatever I say holds water. So, go under the ‘Read More’ for a quick little letter for you all with status updates, life updates, etc.
Hello, everyone! It’s been a while since I’ve posted to this blog. I’ve gotten so many of your lovely messages over the past few months, and I’m sorry for being so MIA here and not answering your lovely comments and messages. (Some of you may also follow me on my main where I am, decidedly, a lot more active.) But rest assured, I have read them, and I cannot thank you enough for your support for my fics despite being gone for so long.
This PSA has been in the works for a while, just because I’ve been dwelling over what I’ve wanted to say here, and I wanted to make sure whatever I say holds water. So, go under the ‘Read More’ for a quick little letter for you all with status updates, life updates, etc.
1DFF was the first 1D community I saw myself welcomed into, where I made my first friends, some of whom I am still friends with to this day, some of whom I am not. With the decline in fics, the subsequent decline of the 1DFF site itself, and my personal moral dilemmas in dealing with members of this community, I often found it hard to push on. As it was, I found myself among a different section of fanfiction, namely slash, whose works and community ended up taking much of my attention - and continues to take up much of my time in both reading, writing, and engaging.
What this means for my fics here in the 1DFF community is that I no longer have the same drive to continue forward, something I struggled with coming to terms to, mostly because I didn’t want to disappoint anyone and because I wanted to see my stories through. But because I want to give you all answers, it will go as such:
SOY will be discontinued. The story, although fun to write coming straight out of college and basing it off my college experiences, was not of the quality I expect out of myself nowadays, and I cannot continue to write a story I do not feel 100% behind. I don’t feel like I can rewrite it either to the standard I hold myself to, so I’m afraid it will just have to end up in the void. If you’d like to know how I planned for the story to end, feel free to message me, and I’m more than happy to let you know!
In recent weeks, I’ve reread TTWTG and found myself missing those characters and that story, remembering all the plans I had for that story. As of right now, I wanna say that I’ll one day continue it when a fresh bout of inspiration strikes. I’ve had lots of fun with that story, and I don’t wanna close the book (ha, jokes) on it quite yet for good.
So with that said, I hope one day to bring a new chapter of TTWTG to you all eventually if there are any of my readers left out there - if not for you, but for myself.
Here’s the deal: we all know how fics work. We all know that I have a breathtakingly fucked up sob story where I was tortured by a crazy, Australian psycho bitch (notice the slight nationality change so the author wasn’t stealing too much from the movie) and now I have these stupid fucking abilities that I don’t even want. We all know that because of said breathtakingly fucked up sob story, I now also have a particular thirst for vengeance for said psycho bitch. So let’s skip all the background bullshit and get to dirty shit you want to know, shall we dick lickers?
To answer the questions I know you’re asking: yes, Harry is a stripper in this; yes, his dick has been inside me; and yes, we do some spectacularly kinky shit.
Are you going to get to hear about the kinky shit? No way, motherfuckers. This is my story, and in my story we keep it PG-13.
Well, except for when I ram my katanas up a dude’s asshole. But we haven’t gotten there yet.
Or, the crack fic Deadpool AU I came up with today after watching the movie for the first time that I may or may not expand on in the future.
just wanted to share what i’ve been reading lately, and some stories that are available on tumblr as well! as always, feel free to add some stuff you’ve been reading or pass it along to me so i can check it out.
long time gone by @sicknostalgia LISTEN UP!!! this fic left me feeling like i had been punched in the chest and i loved every second of it, plus the nostalgia will honestly make you ache. louise left behind her small town for the bright lights of nashville, only to come back home dragging a white flag along with her. oh and harry is the boy she left behind, along with everyone else she loved. cue the drama and angst, do yourself a favor and go read this.
elementary by @marisa-writes rolly and niall teach at the same elementary school and marisa has written a fic that is just beyond cute and makes you feel warm. rolly is coffee addicted and just trying to get through the school week and niall is the new music teacher that also play indie/folk music in coffee shops (tbh my ultimate ~dream)
fire & persuasion by @stilesharrystyles a greek mythology au where edan plays with fire, enjoys the solitude of the woods, and has a past she’d rather not face. until harry shows up at her door and needs her help, added bonus of harry being kinda pretentious and a bit of an enigma (which i am a fan of). honestly i’m just so curious about this fic and what eliza has planned, it’s only one chapter so quite easy to catch up on.
turn the world to gold by @northernsunrises i’m late to this fic but goddamn, i have so many feelings about this because even though i’m only three chapters in ally has hooked me with her prose and all the angst just simmering under the surface. basically a few years ago louis went off to los angeles to chase and dream and sloane was the girl he left behind. fast forward a few years and sloane finds herself in california trying to avoid anything that reminds her of louis. throw in harry as the best friend/maybe could be something more and just wait for the shit to hit the fan.
in light of today’s events, i thought i should just quickly tell y’all how i came to be a part of the 1dff community.
i started reading 1dff fics in november of 2015 and started with ‘sugar on the asphalt’ and ‘tennessee teacakes’ by @justanchorandhope which is still one of my most beloved fics to this day. (there was a fic that i read before that, but i’m not at liberty to expose myself like that.) from there, it spiraled into fic after fic after fic, playing catch up with all of the great classics accumulated over the lifespan of 1dff.
eventually, my incessant search for fics to read lead me to someone who became one of my best friends in this world through the ask box of another person who would also become a good friend of mine later on. from there, this best friend and i got along like a house on fire.
fast forward to a 1dff writers group chat that i reblogged with the hopes of joining... mind you, i was still very much a baby writer with literally maybe 2 chapters of one fic under my belt and a spring fic exchange that was barely looked at (but very much appreciated by the person who received it).
before my best friend and this group chat, i knew literally no one in the 1d fandom. this was my literal beginning. i had no history, no mutuals that i interacted with, no one to text and be friends with and to scream about 1d with. i don’t get the readership or the anons or the reviews that other people may get because (1) i don’t have the long standing ties and (2) i write louis who is severely underrepresented outside of slash fic. but at the end of the day, 1dff was a place of beginnings for me.
what makes me so upset is to see my friends, the very ones that welcomed me - not only into 1dff but into this fandom at large - being called bullies, being called clique leaders when they have been nothing but kind to me and to those that have earned their respect and have done nothing to warrant the day-to-day bullshit i know they receive. if they have been unkind to you, i am sorry that your experiences have reflected poorly and that you may not have had as smooth of a relationship with these people as i have. but to call them unwelcoming by proxy of calling them as part of a clique is a gross generalization because people choose to focus on the fact that they reblog their friends’ fics, to read their friends’ fics, to support their friends... when they have done so much to keep the 1dff community alive and thriving (in some cases, literally). they have done their part in supporting small writers - i know, because i was one of them, and i know so many others who have been supported by them from the ground up.
if you want to preach inclusivity, don’t do it on a platform that serves to alienate and target particular people from the get-go.
At the end of the day I could give two shits about fanfiction.
No, seriously.
it’s a phase. A small part of my life that I’ll think back on one day and smile fondly at. But I won’t be smiling because I’ll be remembering the amount of reblogs, followers, or reviews I got; it’ll be because of the people I’ve befriended because of fanfiction.
I started this blog a little over a year ago and I’m extremely grateful that I did because I have met people that I know I’m going to be lifelong friends with. How did we become friends? I reblogged a post about a “fanfiction group chat” and let GroupMe take over my life. There was no “secret backdoor” hack to getting to know these people, it was just amiable conversation about life.
And that’s the thing. When it comes to these people, I don’t even think about them in relation to fic. I think about asking them how their day is, how their sister is doing, and if they got home safely from a fun night out. Not how much attention their reblog of my fic post is going to get me. I care about them as people and as strong women who are amazing for balancing life, work, and fic like fucking superheroes.
So, yes. There are groups of friends in the fic community… just like there are groups of friends out there in the “real world.” And if someone started insulting and accusing my friends in the “real world” for inconsequential things I would protect them just like authors are being protected now.
There doesn’t have to be an “us” and a “them” because at the end of the day this fandom is a “we,” and that’s all there is to it.
(and the word clique just incites drama so let’s stop using it)
“C’mon, live a little. Do something different and let your hair down, H.” Kimber sighed, but then realised what she said and let out a chuckle. “Or not. Since, y’know, you’ve got none left.”
Harry frowned, holding his arms over his head in a poor attempt to hide his short hair. “Hey, be nice,” he grumbled. “It’s still new and…weird.”
read on 1dff when it returns // read on tumblr below // story page
a childhood friends/reunion minific feat. southern!harry
read: tumblr | mibba
story page | listen
the story of the girl who ran away to become a star, the golden boy she left behind, and all the burnt bridges she must rebuild when she returns, penniless and disgraced.
a southern!harry au
The deep south is hot and dusty, more so than she remembers. But three years is a long time gone.
She stops at a convenience store twenty miles outside of town. She’s on the homestretch. She spends her last ten bucks on a pack of cigarettes and a Mountain Dew because her hands haven’t stopped shaking since she crossed the state line and she needs to narrow down nicotine and caffeine withdrawals. She ignores how the greasy haired boy behind the counter looks down her tank top.
i’ve been meaning to add more fics to my to-read list on 1dff for some time now. i’ve gone through tumblr posts and a few ppls favorites (lmao) but id love add on. so plz send me a message or reply to this post with recs. also if you’re a writer, then feel free to self-promo. i usually always see the same fics on my dash and would love to broaden my horizons a bit and find some hidden gems. i’m not toooo picky when it comes to fics, but i usually always prefer au’s!
It’s safe to say Niall could happily go the rest of his life without seeing this girl’s permanent smile ever again. It’s unnerving, because although she looks like a ray of absolute sunshine, he knows she’s completely taking the piss. He’s starting to think she’s just as much of a bastard as he is.
killian’s red
part one: india pale ale
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