#fix fic

[zacharyblank]

Imagine a finale so bad the main character LITERALLY starts writing a fix-fic IN THE SHOW before it's even over!

Like, DAMN...

[eldritchdemigodskywalkers]

sometimes i think about how anidala want to raise their child(ren) on naboo and i 100% believe that jobal and ruwee would be on standby to help and babysit, if not directly help raise the kids as well, like how ryoo and pooja spend at least some time with their grandparents too

[short-wooloo]

I find it funny how fans come up with all these "easy" one trick magic bullet insta fix solutions to try and prevent Anakin's fall (most of them won't work because it's not an easy fix and/or the thing they're fixing is not the problem), when George Lucas himself has literally said what the fix is that prevents Anakin from falling:

"Give Anakin to the Jedi as a baby, if he learns the Jedi way from infancy he will not become attached and be able to let go"

[justbwilde]

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

Some endings should have been different than the ones canon gave us. This is definitely one of them.

This fanfic references and rewrites parts of the last two episodes of the final season of The Boys.

I did it, guys. @xxskycrystalxx @myballetflats

[afanficof-theageofscorpius]

It turned into two videos but I'm finally finished with my essay about Age of Scorpius, and just now I'm realizing I never said what the topic of the video was

Welp, it's about the misogyny in the Age of Scorpius

Tell me if I succeeded in presenting my thoughts in a respectful way, or if I completely messed up

[matt0044]

Do some "Fixing Miraculous" videos feel... off?

Like I steer clear of those sorts of videos in general because of how I often come out thinking, "Wow, way to miss the point of XYZ element," or, "I feel like I'm being summerized a fairly interesting fanfic that they could be pouring this passion into." It's a spectrum.

But a lot of them tend to lean towards the former. It's not that they "miss the point" and that they cannot possible critique it period but more in the case of:

-deleting whole characters rather than looking into how they could work. I think Miraculous has a good supporting cast while grounding the show with Marinette and knowing not to overwhelm too much at once even when it's a class effort.

Furthermore, they give Marinette's slice of Paris a firm identity. It ties in with my stanning of Steven Universe's Townies since, well, it's all well and good to save the world but we should get a firm idea of the world being saved first or it feels like just an empty sandbox.

Now one could argue how they could be expanded upon more without crowding things like, say, a Ladybug-lite episode that had them deal with their own problems and an Akuma attack before back-up from the Guardian arrives.

-treating character's flaws and mistakes made by them as problems in and of themselves, trying to sandblast their edges rather than embrace them as humans just like us. Look, call Marinette a stalker all you want but I'd prefer somebody took that and explored it from a different angle I may disagree with rather than do away with it.

My post speaks of this at length: https://matt0044.tumblr.com/post/773298817057587200/yeah-im-not-comfortable-with-the-way-stalker

-Chloe's redemption arc sticks the landing? Okay. But I feel it'd be more interesting to look at the reversal in Season 3 and try to understand where the narrative was going with it before thinking, "How could this've worked better?"

-Maybe Season 1's plot could've been more linear with some episodes informing the events of others more directly. However, I do feel like discarding the episodic format would nerf how Miraculous has stuck around for so long. Each episode being its own thing makes for rewatching just select stories rather than whole seasons easy rather than adhering to the made for streaming model.

My point is that some feel like they're cheating with less of a "fix" and more of an "overhaul" that's hung up over what Miraculous isn't rather than what it is. I often muse about rewriting a certain Power Rangers season myself but I often go for a "Take the existing elements and see how they can mesh from your execution" approach.

Not trying to tar and feather anybody. It's just a pattern some may not be fully conscious about.

[cateyesinlove]

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Long Walk (Movie 2025) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ray Garraty/Peter McVries, Clementine Olson | Cathy Scramm/Hank Olson Characters: Peter McVries Additional Tags: Pete send the one letter he has to before he continues with his life, Post-Canon Fix-It, Fix-It Summary:

Pete sends a letter and a gift

[natalievoncatte]

Something, some instinct, told Lena that she wasn’t alone. She wanted to blame it on the whisky, but it was better to check. She grabbed the gun from its hiding place beneath a pillow, where she kept it in case of an intruder.

She wasn’t sure why she did that now; she was, in theory, safe from her greatest enemy. After all, Lena had murdered him in cold blood. She’d killed her own brother for a monstrous lie, and while there was little to mourn -the man he was died years ago by his own hand- it hurt. It hurt so much that the pain squeezed out of every pore, until she awoke in the depths of the night thinking the hot stains on her cheeks might have been from crying blood.

The one person she had truly trusted, respected, revered-

(desired)

-was a lie, an illusion. At least Lex had, at one point, been real.

Lena scouted her apartment. It didn’t occur her to check the balcony until she was about to go to bed. She was on the thirty-sixth floor. No one could get up here.

Kara was outside.

She hasn’t landed; she was hanging in the air with her cape lazily swirling against her legs as she hung in the nighttime breeze. She was far enough away that Lena couldn’t get a read on her.

“What do you want?”

She drifted closer, in that unnerving way she had.

“Hi.”

Lena sighed, and waved a dismissive hand.

“Go away, Supergirl. I’m not in the mood for another speech.”

Lena turned back inside, but stopped when she felt the soft gust of wind. Kara was a few feet away from the balcony now, arms wrapped tightly around herself.

She hated how things had changed when Kara told her. She no longer saw Supergirl, just Kara in a costume. It was impossible not to see her, and yet for three long years she’d done just that. Blinded herself. Refused to see the bitter truth. All she’d ever wanted was a real friend

(lover)

who respected and admired

(and loved and cherished)

her and with whom she could share those feelings, and she’d really thought Kara was it. She was the best friend

(the one)

that Andrea and Jack could never have been. She believed that so deeply.

(she doesn’t want me the way I want her)

“I’m not here to give you a speech.”

Lena looked up sharply.

“Then what? Here to stop me? Foil my evil plans? I’m a villain now, remember.”

Kara’s face turned hard. “Don’t lie to me.”

Lena barked out a bitter laugh, feeling that need rise inside her, that anger. She had lost everything. The love of her mother, the protection of her brother. No matter how wealthy she was, she could never have those back. There was no price for what Lena wanted.

“How dare you say those words to me,” Lena hissed. “You’re the biggest liar I’ve ever met. Everything you’ve ever said to me is a lie.’

“That’s not true.”

“You told me you’d always protect me. Who’ll protect me from you?”

Kara looked away, shuddering as she breathed, or silently sobbing. Lena smiled a thin smile, glad to twist the knife.

(stop it stop it stop it stop hurting her)

“Something happened to me tonight.”

“I don’t care.”

“A fifth-dimensional being came to me and offered to let me change the past. I could change whatever I wanted.”

“I don’t see any changes,” said Lena.

Kara shook her head. “His gifts were all poison. Every time I tried to fix what happened, it turned out wrong. I tried and tried and tried until I realized what was happening.”

“Which is?”

“I was supposed to learn that I can’t just push past my mistakes. I have to own them and accept the consequences. There’s no magic wand that can fix us.”

“There is no us, Kara. We weren’t meant to be.”

“How can you say that?”

Kara drifted closer, sank down so they were face to face with the balcony railing between them.

“How can you say that?”

“It’s obvious. Whatever this was, it wasn’t meant to be. We’re just too different.”

Kara shook her head.

“When I think of all the things that had to happen in order for me to be here right now, it boggles my mind,” said Kara. “Two species from two different galaxies evolved so close together. Just the chances of that happening are incredibly small, and…

“And then my people had to find this world, and Kal-El’s parents had to choose it for their son. This world, this world specifically, and then I had to get stuck in the phantom zone on my way here. All of those things and a billion others all had to happen in perfect, crystalline order just for me to walk into that office and see you.”

Lena has gone still, listening. Kara looked at her so intently, so reverently, that Lena felt something strain inside her, stretch against itself to the point of breaking. It took all her many years of carefully honed composure to keep herself still.

“Every moment I had with you was a gift. Every single one. There are times when… there are times when I think that if I could somehow have saved Krypton, I don’t know if I could, because it would mean losing you. I don’t know if that’s a choice I could make and I don’t know what that means.”

“That’s lovely,” Lena said, trying and brutally failing to keep her voice from cracking, “but it doesn’t change anything.”

Kara let out a soft, choked sound.

“I know that. I know I ruined everything and I can’t fix it. I just needed to say this because it needed to be said. I’m not here to ask you to forgive me. I’m here to ask you to forgive yourself.”

“Oh, please.”

“I can’t stop you.”

Lena blinked. “What?”

“I can’t stop you. I can’t fight you. I know that now. It doesn’t matter what you do, I won’t ever hurt you again. I don’t want to confront what that means.”

“That’s rich, considering that the last time we had one of these chats, your sister pointed an orbital fusion canon at my head.”

“If she’d fired that thing,” said Kara, “there would be no more satellite, and no more DEO. I would shatter the foundations and pull down the walls. I would rain destruction on whoever hurt you. I’ve seen what happens to me when something happens to you. I never want to see it again.”

Lena leaned on the railing. “Go away.”

“What you have planned, you need to stop. I can’t stop you, and if I can’t, no one can. Please, Lena. I’m begging you, don’t do this. Don’t become someone you’ll hate just to hurt me. I’m not worth it.”

“Not everything is about you, Supergirl.”

“Please. Don’t take away everyone’s choice. I know what that’s like.”

“Oh?”

Kara nodded, and in the moonlight, her tears sparkled on her skin. “On Krypton, we were assigned to guilds as children. We had arranged marriages. Everything about our lives was planned from birth. Here, people have so much choice. Yes, they make mistakes, but people choose life and art and love. You can’t take that away over me.”

“It’s too late,” Lena said, her voice cracking, finally. “I’m doing it and if you won’t stand in my way, it’ll be done.”

Kara took a deep breath.

“Okay. I guess I should go.”

Lena rocked back.

“What? No. I’m going through with the plan.”

“I know. I won’t fight you.”

Kara turned, about to rocket off into the sky.

“You can’t just leave!” Lena screamed, her voice ragged from liquor and tears.

Kara stopped.

“You’re supposed to fight me. You’re supposed to yell at me and tell me the truth, that you knew I was a monster all along, that you were just staying close to me to watch me, to get to Lex. You’re supposed to fight me! You’re supposed to fight me!”

“No.”

Lena let out an incoherent scream and balled her hands into fists, meaning to slam them on the balcony, but they struck the implacable flesh of Kara’s chest. Powerful arms gathered around Lena, sheltering her from the nighttime chill and the voiceless judgment of distant stars.

“I won’t ever hurt you again,” Kara murmured. “I promise. If you’ll let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you for what I’ve done.”

“Why?” Lena whimpered. “Why won’t you just fight back?”

“Because you’re just like me. We’ve both lost so much. We both don’t want to see anyone else die.”

Lena should have shoved her away, demanded to be set free, screamed, protested, shoved. Instead her arms wound around Kara, drawn as if by gravity, and Kara’s gentle fingers began to stroke through her hair, her warm breath on the crown of Lena’s head.

“Come back to our life, Lena. To our friends. Come home.”

“I killed my big brother.”

“I know. I failed you both. I’m Supergirl. I’m supposed to find another way, a perfect solution.”

“I had to. He’d never have let you live if he knew how I f…”

Lena caught herself as the last moment.

It was Kara who sobbed now, her entire body shuddering. So much power with so much tenderness, her vast crushing strength kept at bay as she held Lena like one of the most precious of treasures.

“In one of the timelines that Mxy showed me, you… you told me how you felt as you were dying. I saw you die so many times, I can’t do it again.”

Lena tried to swallow, but her throat was too dry.

“I didn’t get to tell you before you died. I was scared. I never thought you’d want me like I want you.”

Lena went stock still, feeling Kara’s shuddering breath against her as she held her own. She couldn’t look up, afraid that if she did, this would be a cruel nightmare and she’d jolt awake in an empty bed and a penthouse full of bitter memories.

“Kara,” Lena began, finally. “Kara, what are you saying? What do you mean?”

“It’s so hard to say,” Kara sighed, and then, almost to herself, “even if I don’t have much left to lose.”

“Say it.”

“I love you.”

Lena’s heart soared, and a harsh sob exploded out of her. She’d dreamed of those words, longed for them, needed to hear them. So many times, Lena had almost let herself believe it.

“I want this to be real,” said Lena. “I just don’t know if I can forgive you, Kara. It hurt so much.”

“Can we try?” said Kara. “Can we give it a chance? Can you give me a chance?”

Lena finally looked up, and when she saw those tear-stained blue eyes filled in equal measure with terror and hope, she knew.

“Yes,” she said, simply.

Lena looked behind her, and was suddenly full of revulsion and regret. She hated this place.

“Can you take me back to your loft?”

Kara lifted her easily into a bridal carry and into the sky.