Hiiii! Thinking about your Open Relationship AU (what else is new 😂) and I want to talk about the aftermath. Post break up. Hollanov is together and happy and gets outed in Hayden Pike's Fanmail and Brian gets to feel superior. "I knew it would end badly" and "Rozanov was always reckless" and "I'm sure Shane regrets ever looking at him now...
He's so smug about how much longer he and Shane managed to keep their relationship a secret, and about how much Shane is suffering (not that he WANTS Shane to suffer, he's not an asshole (🙄💀) but he must be going through it though, it's so sad 😌) and then...
Shane stands by Ilya. Shane moves TEAMS for Ilya. Shane goes to Ottawa, and they're really bad! (he Googled it) Shane and Ilya get MARRIED and they have a giant beautiful house and an ugly dog (probably a rescue, Brian would never get a mutt those are dangerous dogs, he would go to a reputable breeder and get a cute puppie of a non-mainstream breed that doesn't make him look like he's trying too hard) and he seems happy.
The world imploded, the sky came down over his head, his worst nightmare merged with reality.
And he still looks happier than he ever was with Brian, what an asshole!
Anyway he's bitter for the rest of his life 💙
And after Brian held that nightmare over Shane's head for all those years to keep him in line!
Worse yet, Brian doesn't even get to not think about them because post-outing, Hollanov regularly go viral for what a cute couple they are. The 2026 Olympics where Team Canada Captain Shane Hollander and Newly Minted Canadian Citizen Ilya Rozanov bring home the gold together are rough for Brian, let me tell you.
Hello, Hilary!
After finishing my studies I was burned out and lost my love for the Middle Ages, but I feel it coming back lately and I'm trying to rekindle it as best as I can. I'm already reading a couple of books, a series of articles, and listening to The Medieval Podcast, but I was wondering if you could recommend other historians to follow in tumblr that talk about the period. I tried to go through the general tags but oh my god. Oh my god they're so bad? I was expecting to find bs and stereotypes but not to this level what do you mean peasant women got married when they were TWELVE I-- No. No, I can't keep searching there, I'll have a conniption, xD
Anyway, thank you in advance, I've been enjoying myself greatly going through your Richard the Lionheart tag, I do love me some early Plantagenets 💖
Aha, the only Tumblr historian of the medieval period that I can 100% vouch for (as in close irl friends, have gone to conferences and traveled across Europe on Archive Hunts together, worked together/professionally collaborated, edited/read the other's stuff, contributed to the same collections/journals, bitched and moaned about the Academic Horrors) is @oldshrewsburyian. I have definitely seen some good posts on the topic go by on my dash, but they're not from people I follow and/or can personally vet for, so I am hesitant to recommend sight unseen. That is because, as you say, Tumblr is uh... really not the place for doing history, especially medieval history, and much of what passes for it is basically cliches, stereotypes, wild assumptions, and other such misinformation, willful and otherwise.
There are certainly some other history-adjacent folks that I follow, or who work academically on the premodern period; @margridarnauds does medieval Celtic literature, for example. I also have some historians who follow ME and who pop up in my asks or notifications, but much to my shame, I'm blanking on them. So yes, in the name of making sure that I know the credentials of people that I recommend here, I will have to say this is all I can think of for now, but Historians of Tumblr, please feel free to self-promote in the comments (and note if you work on the medieval period, since that's what our friend here is asking for specifically).
My favorite has to be Sabé, who is smart and kind and noble, who lives and breathes for Padmé Amidala and would happily die for her, fight for her, do anything for her. Who discovers the love of her life married some random blond guy who whines all the time and believes in authoritarianism /in secret/, because the guy doesn't want to sacrifice being a jedi to be with Padmé lmaoooooo that would be silly! RIP Sabé, you deserved better 💀
How did Terry meet Talia if he wasn't a vigilante? Is Talia still his mother in this AU? I asume there is a League of Shadows because both Damian and Cass were trained by them, is that right?
I'm loving this AU, thank you so much for sharing it with us!
I don't think it's anything ground breaking talia and Terry probably just had a one night fling which resulted in pregnancy and talia decided to keep it, Talia is still damians mother and the the league of shadows exists
About Jefferson's hair: I remember watching an interview with Daveed Diggs where he said that everyone asked him what hair products he used, but he really went by wathever his girlfriend bought him and didn't think that much about it. And I remember this because I inmediatly thought "woah that makes the thousand products that Jefferson uses in his hair even worse, now that we know he doesn't even need to." He really should leave some space in the shelf for Alex, who needs all the help he can get
Nanaoakanan he does it for the aESTHETIC and the ability to irritate everyone around him while lying and saying its necessary
If you want a second opinion or just to talk about why it’s not working I’m here
I guess I figured out what bothers me the most, which is pretty much what I've written today. It's a flashback to where Chris/Peter/Noah were teenagers and in a relationship. I think it's too on the nose, too explicit and that's why it's jarring me. I’ll show you what I mean:
He followed them through the woods, laughing as Noah jumped on Peter’s back and the wolf wordlessly wrapped his arms around the druid’s legs to support him. It was a warm spring day in June where the weather was just starting to get better in preparation for summer.
“Don’t tell me you’re already tired, little druid.” Peter drawled, though he was amused at Noah’s antics.
“Nah, I just want you to carry me.” Noah replied, letting his chin rest on top of Peter’s head as his arms wrapped around the Alpha’s shoulders.
“You hearing this, Chris? The little shit wants to be carried.” Peter laughed as he descended down the path to the familiar tree stump they often hung out at.
“I don’t blame him…” He muttered in return, honestly feeling Peter’s muscled arms around his legs sounded pretty good right about now. They’d been walking for half an hour from the Hale house to their hangout. Though he smiled when Peter looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. “It’s cause he’s a little menace!”
“We all know what you’re thinking Chris!” Noah called him out, of course the druid would know what he was thinking. “You just want a piece of him too.”
“Boys, boys, please. There’s no need to fight over me,” Peter grinned, “There’s plenty of me to go around for the both of you.”
“Is that a promise or a challenge?” He laughed, catching up to the werewolf in a few steps after the path broadened before them once again.
“Both,” Peter winked, his eyes briefly flashing golden as he let his gaze roam over his body, “I mean we could find out.”
“How about no?” Chris chuckled, “I’m still sore from last week and you’ve already ruined two pairs of boxers. Do you know how hard it is to hide the smell? I swear my dad was almost onto us if I hadn’t turned on the washing machine just then.”
“I’m with Chris on this one,” Noah said, “You’re messy and you’re destructive and although that has its charms, I do want to keep one pair of underwear to actually wear.”
“What am I going to do with both of you?” Peter sighed dramatically, though his smile was fond and love shone in his eyes.
“Love the shit out of us?” Noah offered.
“Well, there’s that. But that’s a given.” Peter adjusted his hold on Noah’s legs and smiled when the smaller teen pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“We love you too, you little shit.” Noah grinned.
“You have your moments…” Chris laughed, falling back into step beside Peter as they walked on.
“Teases, the both of you,” Peter shook his head but gently nudged Chris with his hip.
He couldn’t help but chuckle at those words and buried his hands back in his pockets as they approached their usual hangout. The tree stump itself was an old relic of times past. An old tree that was cut down somewhere in the eighteenth or nineteenth century. It always hummed with this old power that still thrived in the air and that had been humming stronger ever since late April.
Somehow it invited them in, the air seemed warmer around it and the forest itself calmer. If he didn’t know any better, it almost seemed like the tree itself wanted them there. But that was insane, wasn’t it?
“As if you aren’t one,” Noah said once Peter had set him back on the ground. “What was so important for us to come down here anyway?”
Theon and Sandor are co-workers and reluctant friends. Theon is marrying Robb and asks Sandor to be one of his groomsmen. Sandor and Sansa fall in love and fuck during the reception. Explicitely. Because fuck the haters, that's why.
Hello! Can you do either #26 or #97 about Petopher? I'm really enjoying your fics ❤
i did both, and i actually love this
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Peter stretched his back lazily, arching off the bed and letting his spine pop. His healing was quickly taking care of the soreness in his ass, though he focused on the slight sting on his hips to ensure the bruises Christopher had dug into his skin would stay. He smiled, something incredibly self-indulgent and breathed in deeply.
They smelt as wonderful mixed together as they had all those years ago. A wry smile twisted on his lips, though it had been many years since he’d allowed himself to reminisce about the past.
“I’m thirsty,” Peter announced, waiting expectantly as the silence stretched out. After a minute turned to two, he repeated himself.
“I heard you the first time,” Christopher mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow his face was still pressed into.
“And yet, you’re still lying there like a log,” Peter chastised, going as far as to click his tongue as he looked over with a pout. “However am I going to clench my thirst unless you get me something to drink?”
“You know you could get yourself something to drink,” Christopher said, finally moving his face from the pillow. The rest of his body stayed slumped into the bed, but he turned his head to the side so he could watch Peter’s face.
“Not with the way you’ve just fucked me, I cannot,” Peter told him, sounding as upset as he possibly could when he was anything but—he hadn’t had an orgasm so strong in years, he certainly wasn’t going to complain for real.
“You’re so cute when you pout like that,” Christopher said softly. His voice was softer than Peter had heard it in years, since they were teenagers, and something that he had been keeping carefully locked away began to unfold from the deepest dredges of his heart.
He took a deep breath, allowing Christopher to think that he was savouring their scents again, as his heart tried to leap from his chest. This was it. This was, if things went to plan, the moment they had been building up since they naught but teenagers: foolhardy and convinced they could change the world, hopeless romantics who thought their love could undo generations of hate.
“I think I’ve been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again,” Peter said. He kept his voice neutral, even though it was the most honest thing he’d ever uttered in his life. He ignored it when Christopher sucked in a sharp breath, staring at the ceiling and pretending as though he wasn’t laying his heart out to the one person who had ever broken it. “It has become very tiresome, I’ll admit. I don’t think I’ll be doing it anymore.”
“No?” Christopher said weakly. His question was hardly more than an exhale of air, and Peter forced his body to remain relaxed even as his heart doubled.
“No.”
“Well. That’s good, then. Since I’ve already fallen in love with you. All over again.”
