everydayanewdarkness:

“My father was a monster. You are a monster. And I am a monster.”

Wolfgang empties the gun and tastes blood in his mouth. He’s sure he’s dead well before he stops shooting and throws the gun against the wall.

He turns and he knows that she’s there. He could feel her with him, the feeling of her…

Teen, post-season 1. This is a gorgeous Kala POV, with perfect appearances by the cluster. *hearteyes*

Vid: Iron, by Undead Ban

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Alright, so I have been kind of trolling the internets (or rather, Youtube and Tumblr) for Sense8 vids these past few days, but this doesn’t change the fact that this tribute to the show is pretty damn awesome. Seriously, it captures all the characters as well as most of the important story points – what’s not to love? Music by Woodkid.

Two-Thirds God, by Tem-ve H’syan

Gilgamesh thought he could see the sun rising, for all that it might just have been a reflection of his own dishevelled hair in the rain-coloured eyes of his opponent.

How long had they fought? He had no way of measuring time, and no way to stop fighting. Nor, surprisingly so, did he have any wish to.

Teen. Written as a (strange and wonderful) Star Wars AU, to me this also reads like a stunning Gilgamesh/Enkidu fic, its language lyrical and very vivid.

Two-Thirds God, by Tem-ve H’syan

Bass by Tem-ve H’syan

His eyes are not on his hands, not where skilled blunt fingertips caress and pummel the cobalt blue custom Fender Jazz into sweet throbbing submission. His eyes are not anywhere on the trajectory of a small pale green item of feminine clothing about to flop down at his feet, missing its mark by a good six feet, he suspects. His eyes are not on the likely originator of said pale green item, frantically waving her arms in the air, her head thrown back in a scream of frenzied excitement as Ben-K goes down on one knee and wraps himself around the mike stand sinuously, crawling towards her while belting out the high notes like an angel in agony. The slack khaki pants that have threatened to fall off his hips all evening have slid a little lower. 

From where he is standing, the view is perfect.

Mature, band!AU. This really shouldn’t work, but it very much does. In few words the author paints a picture of our boys, different but recognizable. 

Bass by Tem-ve H’syan

Aurora, by M. Fae Glasgow

It’s not often we get a new face, after all, and two new faces, attached to bodies such as those… well, who could blame us for wanting them? 

Especially with the Force so strong in both of them. No aphrodisiac better than the tang and tingle of the Force, for us.

Adult, “fuck or die”, outside POV. This gives a very interesting perspective, since the group Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan have infiltrated are Force-sensitive. Also, it’s smoking hot. 😉

Aurora, by M. Fae Glasgow

Vid: Moving Mountains, by 1jonde1

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A gorgeous, touching retelling of my favourite part of TPM – the relationship between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, and how they both have to face their destinies. Can be read as slash or gen, as you like. 🙂 Music: Moving Mountains (Invincible), by Two Steps From Hell.

Rediscoveries, by Salmon_Pink

She presses one hand over his chest, firm against his heart. It beats faster now, a steady thrum even when he’s still, but the pulse reminds her of the way it would beat before the experiments when he was excited, when he was happy or scared or full of love for her. 

 “Still the same,” she promises, and Pietro stares at her, stares into her, and Wanda knows the very moment she has his acceptance.

Adult, pre-AoU, incest, established relationship. Wanda and Pietro rediscover one another after the experiments. Love their connection here, and the way the changes in them affect their love-making.

Rediscoveries, by Salmon_Pink