#fandomversary

[blue-rick24]

I’m sad and horny at once i was built for this fandom

[delcat177]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Thank you for all of your loving Thank you for all of your tears Thank you for all of your kindness Thank you for being here --John 4

[moonflower-rose]

I'm old

A few weeks ago my very first lurker LJ account turned 18, and now my writer blog has turned 18 as well. So legally they can smoke a fat one together and bone, I guess!

[mistresspandorawritesthings]

Whoa 😳 It's been two years to the day I sold my soul to that crossroads demon and posted my first Outlander fic.

It was The Fray, which eventually got annexed into the Gods of War series. It also broke a really difficult almost two-year writing hiatus.

Looking back at this fic now, there are things I would do differently, and sort of did in other stories later, in a way. There were narrative choices that made sense in my head at the time that I don't think really translated later or held up over time. But I can see it for the stepping stone that it was, and it's really cool to look at that fic, and see the gasp for breath. I had been drowning when I wasn't writing, when I let my own fucked up head convince me I didn't deserve to create, and The Fray dragged me back above water.

Sure, compared to my more recent work, it's objectively not as good. I was also objectively less experienced, and way rusty. But that little fic paved the way for More Eloquent Than Words, for a bunch of collaborations with very dear friends, for the Through the War series, and for This Ain't a Love Song (the story I felt like I'd been waiting my entire adult life to be brave enough to tell).

And you know what else The Fray gave me? Friends. I bet some of those wonderful people who left really sweet comments on that fic had no idea they were going to get adopted by a crazy person, but two years later, here we are. "You screwed up, you showed me love and affection, I'm you're problem now 💖."

And you know what ELSE? Thank FUCK I wrote that fic. Thank FUCK it was a gateway drug. I can't begin to imagine what would have happened to me over the past two horrific hellyears without fic and without my fandom friends.

I love you guys. 💖

[chubby-maimaki]

Fandomversary

One year in the Pitch Perfect Fandom. One year since I bugged my sister to watch the movies with me. One year full of new experiences, new friends, and new beginnings. One year with the most incredible and talented people I have ever met. One year, which even though was damn hard for all of us, this fandom, these people made it worth it. And even if I grow out of this fandom, the bonds I've made with some of you will forever stay.

Shoutout no.1 @chloebeale thank you for creating this server and bringing me closer to my family.

Shoutout no.2 @ridiculously-over-obsessed @forthosebelow @accio-sense @snowydot you are my chosen family and I will forever be grateful for all of you. I love you so much my weirdos

Shoutout no.3 This goes to all of you that were here for me this past year. You know who you are. You have a special place in my heart and you'll always have

Let's see what year number 2 has in store for us

[demonbanisher]

owo could you write a mini fic of Remus post transformation in the infirmary fluff? 🥺👉👈

Can do! Thanks for participating in my fandom-versary friend! To read more about it or send me an ask click here

But without futher ado... here is a mini fic for you! I’m more well versed in hurt/comfort so I hope this is fluffy enough!!

“Can I see him?” Sirius asked Pomfrey as he stood nervously in the doorway of the hospital wing, eyes already darting to the curtain behind which he knew Remus lay. 

“Love, you’ve been doing for long enough that you know you don’t need to ask,” Pomfrey told him with a soft smile. 

Sirius blushed and murmured an apology before making his way over to Remus and slipping behind the curtain. 

Remus was sleeping. His body curled up into a ball in a way that made him look so small. He was covered with bruises and bandages and his chest strained as it rose and fell weakly. Sirius was still not used to seeing him like this. Remus who was always so closed off, so protective of himself, lying so vulnerable and open. If Remus even got the beginnings of a cold it took two of them to pin him down to his bed while the other poured honey tea down his throat. It wasn’t until the first time that Sirius saw him in the hospital wing after a full moon that he truly understood why. When you don’t have control over your body, when you are constantly at war with it, when you can’t make it work the way it is supposed to, taking power over it when you can becomes an act of rebellion. It becomes of way of proving that it is still yours, that despite everything you are still in command.

He wanted Remus to see that he didn’t have to always be in command. That it was okay to let someone else take the reins sometimes. 

He pulled back the thin blanket and slipped in beside Remus, keeping his hands tucked against himself until he knew better where Remus was still hurting. 

“Mhm,” Remus mumbled sleepily as he rolled over against Sirius. “Warm.”

Sirius gingerly reached his arms over Remus in an attempt to blanket him in his body heat.

“This okay?” he asked. 

“Move your arm up a bit.”

“Of course,” Sirius said, quickly shifting his grasp and hoping he hadn’t hurt Remus too much.

“Down a smidge.”

Sirius complied.

“Now to the left.”

Sirius started to move and then looked at Remus’ groggy face. His eyes were still closed but he was breaking out into a sleeping grin. 

“Now do the hokey pokey and turn yourself around cause that’s what it’s all about.”

“You dolt.” Sirius said as he snuggled in closer to him. “I’ll never get you Muggles and your weird nursery rhymes.”

“Mhm, there is something mildly satanic about most of them. Wait until I tell you the one that’s about the plague.”

“Now I know you’re messing with me.”

“Nope. Cross my heart.” Remus said, slowly moving one hand to draw an x over his heart which Sirius then took and pressed against his own chest. In part to warm up Remus’ freezing fingers, in part so that he could hear his heartbeat.

“James, Pete, and I almost have this animangus thing down. I think we can try again next month.” He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Remus’. “I want to make this better for you.”

“You already do.” Remus said, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Mhm, think you need to move down a bit more next time.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“But you love me.”

“I do. I really do.”

[gumnut-logic]

Nutty’s Fandomversary

Friday July 17, 2020 is my two year Thunderbirds fandomversary. On Friday, two years ago, I posted my first fic in this fandom No-one is Losing Their Dad Today.

As I did last year, I’m celebrating all the ficcy goodness and the fantastic time I’ve been having in this fandom by offering ficlets.

One of my favourite types of challenges is one word challenges. So, if you would like a ficlet written by me for you - in the comments, post a single word and a character from the Thunderbirds Are Go universes.

I will put a disclaimer here, because you know me - I have little control over my muse. I will do my best, but I reserve the right to throw my hands up in the air and glare at characters who misbehave, plotlines that won’t work and a muse that is a rebellious little shit. Please do not be offended if your prompt doesn’t get done. I managed around ten fics last year, each getting longer since my muse never behaves. What happens, happens, please don’t hate me if something gets ignored or doesn’t come out the way you expected.

Last year’s fandomversary fic haul included:

Big Ass - John and gravity

Freckles - Alan and family (a favourite of mine :D)

Green Dragonstone - Brains and pancakes (V/K)

Ben - Virgil/Brains and first kiss

Lost in Space - Scott and space (Scott/Em)

His Little Red Haired Daughter - John and blood

Virgil and the Last Straw - Virgil and the last straw

Bagel - John and ...... (the word was a spoiler so read the fic first)

Flying True - Scott and ‘stay gold’

Ostinato - Any brother riding the space elevator asleep (Sotto Voce AU)

Ostinato climbed to over 8000 words, left the concept of ficlet behind and wasn’t posted untill late August. There were more prompts, but I ran out of steam. Though I did revive the next one today:

Lucky Shot - Gordon and nosebleed

My writing practise and ability has changed considerably since last year, so I’m interested in what might happen this year.

If you’ve prompted before, prompt again, particularly if I missed yours last time.

I’m hiding my current WIPs behind my back. i tried to finish them before this week, but failed. I’ll get there eventually.

Anyway, I hope I can thank you with a little bit of fic, so have at it and challenge me :D

Happy fandomversary!!!

Nutty

(Thank you so much, wonderful fandom peeps, for all the fun and kindness and welcome I have received here. It means more and has affected me more than you will ever know ::mad group hug:: )

[chibinoyume]

Fandomversary ♥

:D Today, July 10th is my official fandom-versary! I don’t remember specifically when I started watching the show (not long before that, probably) but one year ago from today, I made my first Blindspot reblog, and posted my first Blindspot post (a fanart of Jane, declaring my potential crush on Jaimie Alexander -oh how naive I was).

And because I love stats and this will be a good indicator for next year (also, celebrating achievements is a good thing!)

Since July 10th 2019, I have made (& posted): 

- 906 posts about #blindspot (via jetblackcode) [link] - 39 fanarts (comics & singles) [link] - 164 gifsets/gif posts (~825 gifs give or take) [link] - 3 oneshots (~7000 words) [link]

This is one of the best fandoms I’ve been a part of ♥ I’m so happy to have found the show and to have decided to come back to Tumblr after a 3 year long hiatus to squee and -fingers crossed- find other people to squee with. And I did! I’ve made wonderful friends, got into writing again, re-learned how to make gifs and it got me drawing when sometimes I wouldn’t have, gaining bits of confidence after drawing things that aren’t part of my comfort zone. 

It’s been a bit harder to be active on Tumblr while avoiding spoilers, especially with the finale so close, but I’ve tried anyway. With the crisis in my country starting last year and then the pandemic, Blindspot and this fandom has been an amazing world to get lost in, and I hope we can keep this wonderful fandom alive even after the show ends, because I am nowhere near ready to let go :)

Collective hug to you all.