This is Shirasade‘s fic and vid recs collection, starting 2015. (Unfortunately my recs from 2005 onwards were hosted on Delicious and went bust with the site, although I found an unsorted bookmarks list from 2010.)
Because I moved from Delicous to Tumblr and now WordPress, the older posts don’t look quite so pretty.
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A hand on his shoulder, a woman behind him, curves pressed to his back. Her warm voice in his ear, breath tickling the hairs on the back of his neck. “It’s gonna be all right, Teddy. I understand now. This world doesn’t belong to them. Belongs to us.”
Then, he opened his eyes and saw *her* in that cornflower blue dress, moving with a determined stride toward the white-haired man, pistol big and powerful in her delicate hand. He wasn’t sure who she was, only that she was so, so alive. A bright, delicate flutter of hope beat itself against the inside of his ribcage, but it dissolved before he could grab hold of the thing. He saw her, and something else ******** slid into place. *He* snapped into place. Like a ********* finding its *****. These words didn’t seem like anything to him.
Jon’s always belonged to Robb, in any way Robb would have him, since they were barely more than babes and he was called Robb’s Shadow more than he was called his own name. He’s been Robb’s and Robb has almost been his and that’s just the way things have always been.
River senses his hesitation and moves away. Unconsciously, he finds his fingers tightening, holding her head close to his. Her eyes grip his and there is a glow to them he cannot believe appeared in the last few minutes. Perhaps he is only now perceiving it. Something in her shines. Something opened.
He wants it, more of it, but he is afraid to ask, afraid to stand too close, unveil too much of himself.
He feels like his whole perception is shifting, being rewritten. He feels her, acutely—sees so much of her, in her, senses the warmth of her body, the hint of her perfume, the shift of her curls stirring the air. That hot, buzzing air between them. He just found out that her skin feels ever so soft.
In their time on Earth, they had lived through countless events that people believed heralded the end of the world. Wars that spanned decades and continents, terrible diseases, natural disasters that wiped away whole cities in an instant-none of those were new. But the Eternals had always faced them together, as a family. No matter what they encountered, Sersi always had utter faith that they would make it through, with Ajak leading them and Ikaris protecting her.
But now they were shattered, Ajak and Gilgamesh gone, and though Sersi knew it was her duty to lead them through this newest crisis, she felt so terribly alone.
What is wrong with me? I don’t go for the sad boy villain, yet somehow this ship? It intrigues me… and this fic is both hot and manages to encapsulates what’s so captivating about a love that’s 7000 years old.
Lee’s briefing them, yet again. Cylons are still coming and they’re still here, that’s the gist. She’s not dead yet and neither is he. Somehow, by the grace of some gods, Lee Adama of all frakking men is alive with her, here, at the end of the world. He is alive and breathing and so close she could touch him if she wanted, but she doesn’t.
“Your name is on one of the destination stickers. Crate all the way at the back. Figured you might want to take the contents with you tonight if it checks out, ‘stead of waiting for processing at those slow ass Council offices. ”
Buffy feels her heart start to pound and her whole body tenses.
In a distant future, an immortal Buffy lives in one of the few island enclaves left for humanity. And sometimes, she gets something in the mail… This is a fascinating what-if, bittersweet because it feels so possible.
“This will go ever so much easier on both of us if you treated me like I had eyes in my head and a brain,” she said, interrupting him without regret. She wanted, more than anything, to wipe that fearful look off of his face. “I promise, I’m not trying to trap you or to blue-card you. In fact, I’d like us to come to some sort of arrangement where Steve is concerned.”