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omg...
anyway i posted my first fic on ao3! it’s a merthur fic and i’m so in love with it. so like y’all should read it and also fall in love!
Summary:
*Title from Unknown/Nth by Hozier*
Merlin, born without a father, with more secrets than he knew what to do with.
Arthur Pendragon, born without a mother, with a secret that could have him killed.
When Merlin arrives in Camelot, he is terrified of anyone learning of his magic, but he also has a tendency to run head first into danger. The two traits don't offten get along. After saving the life of a Prince who may not have deserved it, Merlin's life becomes more than the secret he kept close to his chest. It became about destiny, one that he apparently had to achieve with a Prince who was terrified of his future.
i was talking about this with a friend a little while ago and i wanted to bring it here because my thoughts are for everyone.
the 911 fandom feels like a last shred of hope as we see more and more modern fandoms and fandom etiquette pop up.
don't get me wrong, this fandom is far from perfect but no fandom ever is or has been or will be. BUT when there is discourse ppl are mostly respectful and those that aren't are generally shunned. people OBEY the rules of fandom, we maintain mostly normal boundaries with cast and creators (we've had a few mishaps but they were still so normal in comparison to say HP for instance); we are kind to one another; and when ppl don't like smth they just DONT FUCKING READ IT.
a lot of new fandoms have brought social media age problems and i hate it. i love heated rivalry but i don't even venture over there for fics because of the mess ppl have brought into it. i truly believe it will level out eventually but for now me and the HR fandom keep a ten foot pole between us. most of those guys couldn't even start to handle the shit that happens in my beloved hannibal fandom.
He's such a cunt. Look at that fucking eyebrow raise. Girl chill, she don't want your man. Frankly, she's having a hard time understanding why you want your man
Hi! I’m back! The next part of my sub!Eddie exploration is up!
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)
Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Howie "Chimney" Han, Bobby Nash, Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV)
Additional Tags: Dom/sub, Sub Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Dom Evan "Buck" Buckley, Lingerie, Cock Warming, Face-Fucking, Come Swallowing, First Time, Fluff and Angst, Aftercare, Praise Kink, Eddie Diaz has a Praide Kink, Body Worship, Pet Names, Subspace, Safewords, Begging, No beta we die like not Bobby because I'm delusional, Eddie's Catholic Guilt
Series: Part 2 of Common Tongue (A Sub!Eddie Exploration)
Summary:
It wasn't that Eddie didn't want to see him again, he did. He really, really, did. Eddie hadn't been able to stop thinking about him since that night.
They didn't do anything that night but talk, but Evan "Buck" Buckley—as he later revealed, three beers into the evening—had been a permanent fixture of his dreams ever since.
So, it wasn't a matter of not wanting to see him again. It was more the matter that whatever bravery that allowed him to step through the doors of Inferno those three long weeks ago, had long since scurried out of his chest and hid away in a hole he'd yet to find.
Instead, Eddie buried himself into settling in Los Angeles. In the three weeks since he'd first met Buck, Eddie had finally gotten Chris enrolled in school—it wasn't the school he wanted but it would work until he could decipher the paperwork sitting on his dresser.
He'd finally closed on the house he'd bought for him and his son. A silent promise to Chris that Los Angeles would be home forever.
And the days quickly ticked by, and before he knew it, the pages of the calendar had ripped away to his first day at the Los Angeles Fire Department, Station 118.
love castiel as a character because he feels no emotions for the first kajilion years of his existence and all of a sudden he can feel things now and his first two emotions are queer longing and catholic guilt. literally who else is doing it like him
