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[someoneoutofthisworld]

Random fic rec 6

Beautiful by CrzA

Momo comes home to a gift from her girlfriend, and though her insecurities about her body make her hesitate, none of it matters when Ochako treats her like the beautiful woman she really is.

Weather With You by Quicksilvermaid

Flood. Heatwave. Cyclone. Epic storm ready to rip London apart?

Something strange is happening to the weather inside the Ministry of Magic...

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Featuring magical creatures, Harry wearing minimal clothes, a snarky snake, and Draco Malfoy who is definitely Up To Something.

Wordless Conversations by CrzA

Ever since she was a little girl, Ochako had loved to swim. When she floats in the ocean, with her eyes closed and her muscles relaxed, that feeling of being weightless fills her with a sense of freedom that never fails to get her mind going.

A fic in which Ochako finds more things to love about the Ocean.

our hearts exploding, and even more by veausy

“Just me,” Jeongsuk repeats, pouting.

“I’m looking at you,” Taehyun whispers. Their faces are breaths apart, and she can smell the soft banana of Jeongsuk’s shampoo again, and it makes everything ache.

“I don’t think I’d ever see monsters while looking at your face. I’d see myself.”

A Most Meaningful Gift by CrzA

With a hopeless crush on the person whose name she drew for a Secret Santa exchange, Momo finds herself torn between what to actually give Uraraka. Are her feelings going to inadvertently come out in the open or will she keep them inside?

Getting Home by InsominiacArrest

Asami is an engineering professor who gets caught in a snow storm, Korra is the campus police that comes and helps her.

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[rakuyokoyo]

A Letter from Koyo: #blacklivesmatter

Romance Dawn chapter 14 is still being written. I apologize for the delay, but the chapter is looking to be pretty huge and I’m still only in the first third :(

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I’m disappointed to come back to Tumblr after hearing the news that yet another black citizen—a citizen that cops are supposed to be protecting, mind you—was murdered by a senseless act that did not bring justice but was rather motivated by hate and racism.

You might say ‘there’s no place for politics in fanfics’ or ‘it’s inappropriate for you to talk about these things on a story that has no relationship to the real world’.

Well, I’m a human being and a history major, so I will talk about these things. Sorry.

Politics of hate and anger is not who I am. It is not who I write my characters to be. As an Asian, non-American woman, my identity could not be further away from those who have been unjustly murdered by those who are hired to supposedly save other people. But even I, a lowly girl who just writes and fucks around in life, can tell that this is wrong.

You might consider stories as a ‘safe place’ away from politics and anger and hate because you’re emotionally exhausted. But what I’ve increasingly come to learn is that finding ‘safe spaces’ is a privilege. Looking away is a privilege. Not speaking up is a privilege and a disservice to not just your country, but to humanity.

We’re human beings, not animals, but at least beasts kill to survive. People who kill because of hate have strayed so far from humans and beasts that I can’t help but be disgusted, and I’d pity them too if it wasn’t for the fact that innocent people are the victims.

For the past 20+ years of my life, I never spoke out about these issues because they exhausted me. But watching my friends and fellow human beings having to stand over and over for a ridiculous reason made me realize what I’m really exhausted with now is myself for running away and always turning a blind eye to these issues because I can, as an Asian who’s often just stereotyped as polite and smart.

I’ve donated $20 USD to the Minnesota Freedom Fund (before they got overwhelmed). If you can, please consider matching me to an organization of your choice. If you cannot donate, there are many ways you can help out. blacklivesmatters.carrd.co has fantastic resources to get you started.

Remember—looking away is a choice and a privilege.

Stories do not choose their audience. Stories are read by everyone. I do not know much about my readers, but if you’re out there fighting for your freedom or you’re out there supporting the movement so that others can exercise the same freedom as you, I want you to know that I want to be there every step of the way.

And for those who are not, know that this one’s for the history books—and politics of hate and intolerance will always surrender to love and kindness.

[kindasortalocal]