#postfinale

[doomsday-end]

postfinale au where Will for real goes to the bar after Mike's words thinking "maybe hes right" and meeting Mike himself there who says "told ya" and they lived long and happy

[godsfavoritescientist]

Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me

[thekataang-fanfiction-archive]

Do you know the fiction when sand is gone from Katara for a couple of years?

Oooooh there are a few nice reunion fics where Aang is gone for a few years. Here are some off the top of my head:

Helpless by ymoah. Rated M. Summary: "He was the Avatar. He belonged to the world, not to her." Katara broke it off with Aang after realising that he would never just be hers. It's five years later and there's inevitably a reunion.

You Cut Through All the Noise by Wanderinghooves. Rated T. Summary: A year is such an excruciatingly long time. Aang is sent abroad for a year of diplomacy while Katara helps to rebuild at home. Distance makes the heart grow lonely.

Three Years and Five Months by Lyralocke. Rated T. Summary: Kataang. Three years and five months of space separate Aang and Katara when he suddenly returns to the South Pole, and nobody knows what it will take to bridge the gap.

Reunion by @sweetavidyajones. Rated E. Summary: Katara and Aang have not seen each other for more than four years. Because reunion stories are fun. And they are even more fun when they are smutty.

Healing by carpethefanfics. Rated E. Summary: As Katara grows into strongest Master Waterbender of both the Southern and Norther tribes, as Aang grows into the Avatar he was always meant to be leaving, there is little space left for love to grow.

[theroundbartable]

Arthur: *about to die*

Merlin: bold of you to assume you could ever get out of this relationship

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1600years later:

Arthur: *waking up* what is this strange place

Merlin: Arthur! You're back!!!!

Arthur: fuck

[godsfavoritescientist]

Facing the Axolotl

[godsfavoritescientist]

Imagine if Bill got reincarnated and eventually learned and grew as a person, but it all happened far away from the Pines. And then one day, once he'd gone through an extensive character arc, Bill stumbled across Ford in the multiverse. Imagine if he gave a perfect apology, something really heartfelt and genuine, along with an offer to do anything Ford wanted, whether it was staying far away from him for the rest of time, or having a conversation about anything Ford wanted to talk about, or helping make things right in any way Ford could think of.

I think Ford would feel really bitter and angry about it. It's one thing to be faced with a Force of Absolute Evil that terrorized you and the rest of the multiverse for decades on end, before finally being put in the grave. It's another thing altogether to have to confront the fact that the person who hurt you so deeply and left an impact on you that might never go away... is just a person. A person who is evidently capable of change and growth and of trying to do better. A person who, despite having the capacity to do better, never put in that effort when it would've mattered most to you. And if he was convinced that Bill had genuinely changed for the better, then Ford wouldn't even be able to bring himself to destroy Bill, the way he wanted to for 30+ years, no matter how cathartic he'd imagine it might feel.

[godsfavoritescientist]

I hoped I might be able to finish an old short fic, but once again I'm stopped by the fact that I'd need to write an entire new scene, as opposed to just editing a few things.

To make sure it doesn't rot in an unshared google doc for the rest of eternity, I'll post the beginning of it here:

Ford isn’t avoiding the statue. That would be stupid. He simply happens to never pass by it, no matter how many times he walks through the woods. He has more practical routes to take. He knows this forest like the back of his hand–maybe even better than he knew it in his younger days, now. He would walk by the statue if walking by the statue was the quickest route. It just so happens that it never is.

The point is, he has no reason to avoid a stupid statue. He also has no reason to go out of his way to walk by a stupid statue. He knows what it looks like. He doesn’t need to see it again. He doesn’t want to see it again. He doesn’t care enough to want to avoid it nor to want to see it again. He’s a very busy man, with only limited time left, if normal human lifespans are anything to go by, and there are still countless undiscovered things to document in Gravity Falls. It’s been almost a year since the last time he had to deal with Bill Cipher’s inane antics, which is more than enough time for his mind to move on to much more interesting and productive pursuits than standing in front of a statue.

Which is why, of course, he’s so vexed by what he’s greeted by in his mindscape night after night after night. No matter what distractions he occupies himself with before bed, no matter how many breathing exercises he completes, no matter how many home remedies for sleeping well and dispelling bad dreams he tries, no matter what combination of magic and modern medicine he takes, no matter how long he manages to stay up without sleeping at all, he always dreams of the same place.

In the dream, he stands in a clearing in the woods. Light filters down through the canopy of trees above him. It’s deathly silent. The usual chittering of wild animals and insects and magical creatures living their little lives throughout the forest is completely absent. It’s like a casket viewing at a funeral.

In front of him is the last remaining form of Bill Cipher in the entire known multiverse: a little statue with an outstretched arm. It’s almost funny. After eons of causing indescribable amounts of grief and destruction across countless dimensions throughout the multiverse, this is all that’s left. A rock on the ground in a dimension that doesn’t even know his name.

It never matters what he does in the dream. He can laugh. He can kick it. He can spit on it. He can throw rocks at it. He can drive a bulldozer at it. He can grasp its hand as if initiating a handshake. He can try to turn around and walk away. Nothing lays a single scratch on it, and every path leads back to it.

[godsfavoritescientist]

What if after the finale, the henchmaniacs went through Bill's stuff and threw a ton of it into a random portal that usually seemed to disappear things away in it forever, as a gesture of "fuck you bill you were the worst, we're getting rid of all your stuff!"

And then several of these things ended up flying out of the bottomless pit, a couple of items at a time.

And then Ford had to deal with finding them.