Ron’s always been the sensitive one and he hates it. Ginny’s a girl, but she doesn’t get upset often, is the first to roll her eyes and brush things off, to just get over it, but Ron’s never been like that.
He gets attached to the gnomes in the garden and notices all the little ways his brothers are mean to each other, even when they don’t mean to be, sees how Percy gets cold when they make fun of him, sees how angry Fred gets when no one can tell them apart and how this makes George sad in small moments. He cries when his older brothers move away, even though Ginny doesn’t, and Bill kisses both his cheeks and Charlie hugs him so tightly he feels like he might burst.
He hates being the sensitive one. Until he meets Harry and Hermione.
Between Harry’s obliviousness and Hermione’s cold logic, he’s grateful for this first time that he is this way, otherwise he doesn’t know how the three of them would ever fit together.
Sam: *walking about like a cat in booties* oh no… Oh no…
Frodo: *stands up* *immediately falls down*
Merry: you just spend all your time with your feet in… jail? In foot jail?? This is the worst
Pippin: *stomping about* haha Merry look, I’m a human! Get out of my way! I’m in a hurry! Where’s my horse? My name’s Boromir- *trips over laces and goes down hard* ow
Pippin: Merry help I’m stuck Merry *wrenching at shoes* STOP LAUGHING i’M A TOOK WE HAVE WIDE FEET
Merry: why are there so many laces this is so over-complicated
Frodo: *frantically kicking off shoes* nope nope nope nope nope
Gimli: Sam just walk normally
Sam: I don’t know where my feet are!
Gimli: they’re at the ends of your legs lad!
Sam: Mister Frodo help
& while all this is happening literally every other member of the Fellowship losing their gotdamn shit at the sight of a bunch of grown men (+Pippin) unable to figure out how shoes work
Frodo: alright I’m going to try again *stands up* *WHAM* oww
Aragorn: *sobering up* Okay Frodo seriously take those off before you really hurt yourself
~later~
Pippin: I suddenly have a new respect for all you shoe-wearing folks
Boromir: Pippin no offence but that is literally one of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever heard anyone say
Chihiro has never forgotten. She’s spirit touched now, and it changes her.
When she tells her parents that she wants to become a priestess, they don’t understand. When she shows up at the temple, everyone else is shocked at how little she has to learn, at how easily she seems to commune with the forces around them that none of them can see.
When Zhao attacks Zuko with his back turned, Iroh is certain he’s about to see his nephew murdered in front of his eyes.
Then a glittering red beast comes screaming from the sky, and pins Zhao to the ship.
It’s –
It can’t be –
“STOP!” Zuko shouts, “Fern, don’t do it!”
“A dragon?” Zhao says, more in wonder than in fear. “When the Fire Lord finds out about this-”
Zuko’s face hardens. “Nephew?” Iroh whispers in disbelief, “Do you – do you know this beast?” It’s impossible, this entire situation is impossible.
Zuko ignores him. “My father,” he snarls, “will not find out. You’re not going to tell him.”
“How do you plan to stop me?” Zhao challenges. Iroh doesn’t think he fully appreciates the dragon claw pinning him to the ship.
His nephew cocks his head to the side. “You did this to yourself, I hope you know that. Fern,” he says, addressing the dragon, and Iroh knows what he’s going to do, is going to tell the dragon to kill the admiral, and how on earth did Zuko develop enough of a rapport with a dragon to tell it to do anything at all? “Let him go.”
The dragon growls, displeased, but listens. The dragon listens to his nephew. What?
Zhao has no sooner gotten to his feet then Zuko punches forward, releasing the strongest fireball Iroh has ever seen him command. It enfulges Zhao, and his death screams echo in Iroh’s ears until Zuko silences him by kicking him into the ocean. He doesn’t come back up.
The crew is silent as the dragon makes a low rumbling noise, one that could almost be considered a purr, and twines itself around Zuko. He pets her neck, and she leans into him, content as a cat in sunlight.
“Inferno is my dragon,” Zuko says, fierce, “to attack her is to attack me. To attack me is death. Understand?”
Captain Jee is the first to bow his submission, his agreement. The rest of the crew isn’t fair behind.
I never watched the first Pacific Rim movie because I can’t really abide a lot of smashy fight scenes, though I knew all about the plot and concept of course. So a couple of weeks ago I read Hello Tailor’s article ‘Pacific Rim’ actor Charlie Day says slash fanfic informed his performance more because of general interest in slash fanfiction in wider culture and all the associated issues, and I watched the video clip with the same thing in mind.
Except then the phrase he used, something like, “He misses the man that he’s in love with”, sort of snagged me with its pathos and I remembered that after the first movie there was an explosion of fan interest in the pairing and waxjism was definitely reading it for a while. So, being temporarily without a fannish reading interest, I went to AO3 and started acquainting myself with the fanfiction in descending order of kudos.
It’s always quite an experience going into a body of fanfiction for a canon that you haven’t seen, even with a fair amount of fannish osmosis background information to draw on.
In this instance, after a few pages of results I’d gone through enough post-Uprising stories to have been spoiled for it as well, and
I want a fic where, for whatever reason, the Avengers are about to get into a Serious Car Chase, and there’s one car they have to do their Daring Escape in. They all look at each other for a few seconds, trying to decide who will be the best driver- all except Tony. He’s already pushing past them and getting in the driver’s seat, looking at them all and then glancing at his watch with a raised eyebrow.
Of course, everyone is all like ‘uhh wtf Tony like no offence but im pretty sure someone else would be more suited’, and Tony is just rolling his eyes whilst Natasha grins and hops into shotgun, because she was there in Monaco, she Knows™
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And then the rest of them don’t have time to argue bc the Big Bad Villains are on their way, so they can do nothing more than hop in the car whilst shooting Tony angry stares because they are convinced he’s just doing it thanks to his cockiness and ego.
And then, of course, he starts driving.
And Natasha swears to God, when he makes that 180 turn and gives Clint the perfect angle to shoot their pursuers, she can hear the collective intakes of breath from them all because son of a bitch Tony Stark can fucking drive. Like, seriously drive. He makes turns that should be physically impossible and cuts through the traffic like they’re not even there. The poor bad guys don’t even stand a chance.
Everyone is caught between trying to shoot at the enemy and staring at Tony’s concentrating face like he’s just grown a second head. (Steve spends rather a lot of time with his eyes on Tony’s hands as they slide over the wheel and curl around the edges, but that’s another matter entirely.)
Once they’re in the clear, Tony cuts the engine and spins them to an effortlessly executed stop, and then finally turns around to face them all, one single raised eyebrow being the only emotion on his face. “You kids have fun?” He asks, as Natasha raises her hand for a high five.
As you can imagine, the team don’t underestimate Tony again.
Imagine being a writer, and then after your book’s release and when the hype goes through the roof, you write fanfiction for it, then you tweet “there is a fanfic out there that is totally canon. Try and find it.” Then all your readers are scouring every fanfic website, trying to find which one is yours, meanwhile helping all these fanfic writers get readers.
I mean david gaider did this. david gaider wrote dragon age 2 fanfiction on the kink meme and we still don’t know for sure which one is his
WHAT
WHAT
WHAT
Ah I remember this, because Gaider was talking (on Twitter) about how he spent a lot of time on the kink meme reading stories. Then thousands of kink meme authors freaked out, wondering if Gaider came across theirs and then he winky face announced writing fanfic on the kink meme for fun.
So last week I tried moaning every time I ate something delicious.
It was vaguely uncomfortable and unnatural
I actually love the idea of doing this trying out fanfic/literary cliche’s out in real life, kinda wanna make up a list and undertake it as a challenge.
don’t forget to make your butthole flutter today
Guess someone’s eye color from 20 feet away.
Be careful with these. I started reading fanfiction three years ago and now I have to toe my shoes off to get my feet out.
But do you pad across rooms?
Yes but I often give away my position when I huff.
FYI, I’m smirking at all y’all.
I’m resisting the urge to card my fingers through everybody’s hair.
This is as good a time as any to admit that right now I smell like coffee, sandalwood soap, and something uniquely myself.
I hate this post so much I clenched my fists and looked away, muscles bunching in my jaw.
i’m so glad to see i’m not alone, i let out a breath i didn’t know i was holding
I’m grinning widely at this
I chuckled lightly upon reading this post.
I am in love with all of you, as l reblog this, but you’ll never know until we’re forced to share a bed because, FUCK YOU, Marriot!
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