Hello! I just read the sons and lovers series on AO3 (only ever his, in the eye of the hurricane, inside these lines etc) and I thought it was so beautifully written. I’d love to read more by the author but it’s been orphaned. Just wondered if you happened to know who the author was back in the day / could suggest any other stories by them? Appreciate it’s probably a long shot. Thanks for what you do xxx
That wonderful author is JudeAraya. Sons and Lovers Verse is excellent!
This is her Fade to Black Series as well as the OSU!Verse. Here's a long D/s one shot called What Goes Unsaid. Enjoy! ~Lynne
Nina I cried. For real. I just...I know there’s one more chapter but I legitimately have loved every moment of this journey and I look forward to this every week. I am STUNNED by your ability to do this every week but so grateful to you for doing this awesome thing to make these rough weeks go by a little faster and for giving us something to fall in love with.
Jude!!!! This ask got me all emotional! I’m glad you’re so invested in the story that it can make tears come to your eyes, ahh! All of these kind words feel like a warm and cosy blanket around my shoulders and a soft and steady hand offering reassurances. I’m really glad my story could help make the weeks move a little faster and I’m so humbled and awed that it’s giving you something to fall in love with. 💕💕
The pride au, art by me, was written by @counting2fifteen and @judearaya (to be posted! Thanks to the great betas @quackitity and counting2fifteen (for judearaya’s fic)! Fics can be found under the cut
i AIM 2 b w/u by @counting2fifteen.
Dan’s life is a little bit of a mess. He met his only friend through a chat website, and Dan doesn’t even know what he looks like. The only person he’s ever come out to is said friend. He’s wasting his gap year away. But hey, at least there’s that cute boy he met at London Pride.
Important Dates In History by @judearaya
Dan’s spent his gap year spinning his wheels; stuck working at Asda and living at home, the only thing really going for him is his new best (online) friend AmazingFilly. Even though Dan’s only come out to himself and Filly, he decides to travel to London alone for his first Pride. When he meets a gorgeous boy who asks him on a date, Dan takes the plunge. Thank god he has a best friend to talk him through his fears as he takes on his first, real potential relationship.
Wait I want some pictures on the wildest irl world living creature list. Hit me with some snails.
things that are insane but actually exist:
slime molds that break up into thousands of separate organisms that feed on their own, each of them a single cell, and then they just decide (somehow) to combine into one giant organism and they move around and reproduce as this giant multiorganism and then it starts all over again.
sea slugs that actually can photosynthesize. like for real. they steal chloroplasts from algae, put it in their body and just sit there consuming the sun like some sort of snail/plant hybrid.
ciliates have at the very least 12 genders. probably more.
speaking of snails, land snails copulate using actual “love arrows” that pierce their partner and hold them together, all while hanging from a little string of slime from a plant or something, intertwining and spinning around. now that’s love.
theres also a worm that lives on underwater volcanos and instead of a gut it ha a sack full of bacteria that process sulfates from the volcano and that’s how they eat.
nature is so much weirder than bigfoot. in the end, bigfoot is just another mammal, and comparatively speaking, those are all pretty much the same
Important Dates in History - @judearaya (for the @phandomgives auction)
Then Phil hugged him. And yeah, it was just a hug but...but Dan felt every bit of that touch down to his bones. He knew now that he hadn’t imagined that Phil smelled of citrus, because with his face so close to Phil’s hair Dan could tell came from his shampoo. Dan couldn’t help but cling a little because, wow, Phil gave amazing hugs. It had been ages since Dan had a good, simple hug. Eventually, Dan forced himself to pull away, not wanting to look too desperate.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
“For what?” Phil asked. Dan had no idea how to articulate “for being too needy” without looking like an utter tool, so he just shrugged. Phil smiled at him. “I have a policy.”
“What?”
“A hug policy. I never let go first. You never know when someone might really need a hug.”
Dan looked away, unsure why such simple words felt so big, tightening in his chest. A suspicious prickling in his eyes made him turn away and blink. “I guess I really needed a hug,” he admitted, voice a tiny bit shredded.
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it was an absolute honour to make this for @judearaya! i was in the works of making a moodboard for one thousand midnights or more, but i read this and i immediately fell in love as it related to me on a personal level. i did not get to go to my first pride this year, but it was wonderful to live through dan in this fic. please go reblog it here! i would also like to acknowledge @anironsidh for making the official moodboard for important dates in history! it is absolutely beautiful, and i tried to live up to it as much as i could. ♡
pairing: dan howell/phil lester
rating: teen & up
tags: fluff, domestic, friends to lovers, alternate universe
word count: 841
summary: Phil doesn't want to do the dishes and his cute flatmate isn't budging.
happy birthday @judearaya!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3333
read on ao3 or here!
“I don’t want to do the dishes,” Phil groans, stretching out on the sofa like Dan won’t make him get up if he looks comfortable enough. From the unimpressed look he gets in response, he doesn’t think it’s going to work.
“Too fucking bad it’s your chore this week, then,” says Dan. He shoves at Phil’s socked feet. “Get up, lazybones, they won’t wash themselves.”
“Let’s just buy new dishes.”
Dan scoffs. “Last week you yelled at me for buying a new spatula. A spatula, Phil.”
“It was, like, fifteen quid,” Phil says, kicking lightly at Dan’s thigh. “I guess you’ve got a point. It would get expensive quick to keep replacing our dishes every time they get dirty. We could just buy paper plates from Poundland, couldn’t we?”
“Why do you want to kill the planet, Phil?”
“What has the planet ever done for me?”
The tell-tale deepening of Dan’s dimple makes Phil smile in anticipation of the fond, exasperated grin he always gets as a reward for saying stupid things.
“Phil,” says Dan. “It’s your turn to do the dishes. Stop trying to wriggle out of it.”
Phil groans and shoves his feet into Dan’s lap, stretching further and squirming to make Dan laugh. “But I don’t want to.”
“Well, I’m not doing it for you,” Dan says, fingers curling around Phil’s ankles. He’s probably just trying to keep Phil from kicking him in his dangly bits by accident, but the warmth of his hands sends a familiar signal to Phil’s brain. Bad idea to crush on your flatmate, he reminds himself for probably the fiftieth time this month. “I’ve already done the bathroom, haven’t I, so you can’t even swap me the worst chore.”
“I’ll do anything else on your list,” Phil wheedles.
“No, you won’t, you’ll just whine until I do everything,” says Dan. “I’m not falling for it again.”
“You’re the worst person in the world,” Phil informs him. He sighs heavily and props himself up on his elbows, a clear indication that he’s ready to get up.
He can’t, though, because Dan’s big, warm hands are still wrapped around his ankles.
Dan is distracted by whatever’s happening on their TV screen - Phil stopped paying attention to it halfway through dinner to unravel the beginnings of a video idea in his head, and he isn’t about to tune in now - and doesn’t seem to notice that he’s holding Phil in place and one of his thumbs is absently brushing over Phil’s skin. His dimple is still showing even though he isn’t actively smiling, and Phil wants to poke at it. He’s never been very good at self control of any kind.
“Boop,” he says as he sits up properly and prods at Dan’s soft cheek.
“What are you doing?” Dan laughs, swatting at Phil’s hand. Phil keeps trying to poke his face, because every time he does it, Dan giggles and tries to stop him, and maybe he never really grew out of pulling pigtails.
“You’ve got a good face,” says Phil. Roughhousing is fun and it gives Phil a good excuse to get Dan’s hands on him, but losing is pretty fun, too. He grins and lets Dan catch both of his wrists in one hand, because that’s absolutely sending the familiar signals that he needs to stop feeling when it’s Dan.
“D’you think complimenting me will make me do the dishes?” Dan asks, eyes sparkling with that fondness that Phil will do almost anything for.
“Is it working?” Phil grins.
“No, and it won’t,” Dan says, clearly trying not to smile back at Phil. His eyes are pretty and warm and they drop to look at Phil’s lips, which is enough to make Phil’s breath catch. “You’re gonna bite your tongue off one of these days.”
Oh, right, the tongue thing. That’s why Dan is looking at his mouth.
“Fine,” Phil sighs. “I’ll do the bloody dishes. You’ll have to let go of me first, though.”
Dan isn’t holding him very tightly - Phil could absolutely just pull his wrists or his ankles out of Dan’s grip with very little resistance, but he doesn’t want to. There’s a long moment, where Dan’s gaze doesn’t shift and neither does his hold, and Phil’s stomach flips in some kind of anticipation, but then the moment is over.
“Alright, off you go,” says Dan, taking his hands back into his own personal space and sitting back in his regular spot.
The moment is over, but Phil is still feeling warm and tingly and, maybe, procrastinating the chore even longer. He leans into Dan and presses a smacking, silly sort of kiss to Dan’s dimple. It’s probably something he can laugh off if he needs to.
Dan’s cheeks flush pink and that sparkle is still there, so Phil doesn’t think he’ll need to. He turns and pulls Phil in for a soft, sweet kiss with two fingers under Phil’s chin.
“I’m still not doing your dishes,” Dan murmurs into the space between their mouths.
Since everything's a little weird right now & most seem to be bored I thought we could play a quarantine game 💘 answer the following! 1. how has your day been? 2. what is the last thing that made you smile? 3. what's keeping you entertained these days? 4. if you are in some kind of quarantine/self isolation: is there anything you'd like to achieve in this time? 5. post a selfie! (if you're comfortable with that) 6. last but not least: send this to some mutuals to keep the game going 💜
1. how has your day been?
Okay so far, I just got off work and finished my stream and have the whole evening stretching ahead of me
2. what is the last thing that made you smile?
Squidge went to the shops and they have tortillas in so tonight he’s making me burritos and honestly, they’re my favourite thing and I didn’t think I was going to be bale to have them any time soon because we’ve been struggling to get things. So, it made me smile. Even if it means he’s making a huge pot of chilli and I’ll be eating it all week haha
3. what's keeping you entertained these days?
Streaming on YouNow! Also watching Hell’s Kitchen and Brandon Farris videos
4. if you are in some kind of quarantine/self isolation: is there anything you'd like to achieve in this time?
Honestly I floated the idea of trying to write the novel I’ve been trying to write for years now but I’m unlikely to be that productive since I’m still working from home so the number of hours I have to do things is the same.
However, we do not have weekends with no plans for the foreseeable so we’ve been focusing on renovating the house, which I share on my instagram!
5. post a selfie! (if you're comfortable with that)
Here’s a selfie from when I first dyed my hair. It’s super faded rn but I’m going to attempt to dye it at home soon wish me luck!
