A wonderful tribute to one of my very favourite female characters. Music: We Meet In Dreams, by Gothic Storm.
A wonderful tribute to one of my very favourite female characters. Music: We Meet In Dreams, by Gothic Storm.
Steve Rogers, fandom bicycle. I can totally get behind that (heh!). Music: Gold Trans AM, by Ke$ha.

just think of how devastated bucky will feel when steve dies. they finally have each other back after so long and their time together is stripped away just as quickly as it was given.
Ugh, my heart, I can’t bear the thought of this… But how gorgeous is this artwork?
Ryan never knows when he’s going to hear it, whether Spencer is going to give someone the word right away or wait almost the full week before handing it out. He doesn’t know how many people will get it, or who they’ll be, or where they’ll use it.
All Ryan knows is that when someone says the word, he drops to his knees and obeys.
Adult, RPF, so many pairings. I’m not hugely into kink, but I just love the relationship dynamics at play here, especially between Ryan and Spencer, who doms Ryan because his best friend needs it.
Sex Scenes Your New Boyfriend’s Too Vanilla To Read About, by jedusaur
He’s been gone seven months when her skin comes back to life. Touch had been hollow, without him, but she’d still cried until she realised the sun’s rays had felt like kisses, and a hot shower stung with bliss. This wasn’t a tragedy. It was a reset. A do-over. A chance to get it right.
Adult, post-X3. A delicious first time that’d been a long time coming…
Ugh, right in the feels – this pulls no punches in showing the dark times in Alexander and Hephaestion’s relationship. Music by 2Cellos ft. Sky Ferreira.
I love me a good voiceover, and this vid is full of them. An intriguing look at the Doctor, his powers and his pains. Music: Experience, by Ludovico Einaudi.
Oh wow, the NeverEnding Story, that takes me back… Somehow this mash-up fits my childhood feels for it perfectly (right down to making Atreju the hero). Music: Pippin’s Song, by Billy Boyd.
This mash-up made me sporfle so hard – and re-watch the trilogy. 🙂 Music: Bohemian Rhapsody, by Queen.
…she goes to the graveyard often. Frequently angry, seething frustrated jealousy coiling beneath the light faint tic in her jaw. Rarely sad and acknowledging. She goes and she keeps company with the one sword while in their bedroom, Tristan perches on the windowsill and watches Arthur unwrap the other and quietly smooth a few tears down its shining blade.
If Tristan is careful, the corner of his eye will catch a flicker in the great mirror that hangs behind Arthur. He rubs his fingers together, remembering the warmed honey-thick air that clung to Arthur, and he drops his head.
Mature, post-canon, ghosts. This is a hauntingly beautiful look at Tristan’s afterlife, painfully isolated but unable to let go… until he forms an unexpected connection. Loved it, incredibly poetic and touching.