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if you could delete a trope from fandom completely What would it be
found family
enemies to lovers
hurt/comfort
post-canon fix it, ending what ending
fake dating
soulmate au
only one bed
fluff
angst
ot3
modern au
other au - royalty, college, cafe, florist
tired of favourite trope What is your most HATED trope. no omegaverse cos it would sweep
by DeedeeWrites
Len tightens his grip on the Cold Gun, counting on its light glow and Barry’s eponymous flash to aim, except—
Nothing.
“What do you want, Snart?” The voice is small, tired.
“Not gonna try and arrest me, Flash?” Len challenges.
“Not on these legs, I won’t.”
.or.
Barry Allen has always come to Len for the same thing. Their nighttime rendezvous following Zoom’s victory goes a little differently than usual.
Words: 5917, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: The Flash (TV 2014)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Barry Allen, Leonard Snart
Relationships: Barry Allen/Leonard Snart
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Romance, Established Relationship
youd think youd run out of things to say about a tv show
sometimes someone I follow falls victim to severe Character delirium to the point where they stop even saying the character's name and just refer to them by an epithet like some kind of malevolent entity whom they don't wish to accidentally summon, so if the sickness sets in quickly enough and I don't pay close attention for a week I'm just Never going to figure Who this bastard haunting my friend Actually Is. and I'll spend months scrolling my dash occasionally seeing appeals to "that fucking horse" or "my evil grub."
@ fic authors what do you personally consider a successful fic? What’s the bar?
actually writing the fic down
It's not too late to suppress all of your wants and desires and to die unfulfilled and afraid without anyone ever having really known you.
And, Raymond, promise me.
polyamory would not always fix the love triangle. sometimes it would make it much, much worse. but they should do it anyway
The Flash - 2x10 - Potential Energy
I want to find you a peach so ripe that even your breath would bruise it. I want to press its velvet heat against your cheek, make you edge into the bite until your mouth is too wet to ask questions. If something happens, let it.
- from "Pavlov Was The Son Of A Priest," Paige Lewis (x)
Thought this might help others who struggle when writing. I know I get in my head too much.
i'm crying barry doesn't give a fuck