/taps all this into a calculator.So I have over 1,311,254 1,365,918 words of fic. I’ve written a lot of things, and I sometimes get asked what folks should try reading. I’m going to try to do a fast pitch on all of my major stories.
Now, it’s at this point a running gag with my readers that a good chunk of them read my stuff without knowing the canon, to the point I make a conscious effort to structure many of my fics in a way that’s friendly to reading them like original novels. But that’s not the case for all of them. So I will mark the ones that are most friendly to people who don’t know the canon:
✔️ Totally accessible to people who don’t know the canon!
⚠️ Could be accessible to people who don’t know the canon, but you’ll need to be good at inferring from context clues or be willing to google one or two things!
🛑 Canon Lock-Out. This fic is either set in the canon material or relies on a lot of knowledge of the canon!
Now for my own recommendation scale.
🌟 I AM EXTREMELY PROUD OF THIS STORY AND YOU SHOULD READ IT. I put a lot of work in and I think it holds up very well!
⭐ I think this is a pretty damn good fic, though maybe not one of my Best of The Best. Read these second unless the summary calls to you.
🐙 This is a Weird Story! Some of my stories are unabashedly very strange and this is one of them!
Okay lets get started. I’m ordering this by word count and separating by fandoms.
everytime i see amaury the chocolate smith I’m consumed thinking about how funny it would be for him to make a really bad chocolate house out of hershey bars like a kid would make, but all the video production values are the same and he’s still got that winning smile
nothing like arguing with Punct over my ranking of every movie i’ve seen this year to wrap up an evening
we just had to promote atomic blonde, it’s just. it’s amazing. it’s perfect. charlize theron getting the shit beat out of her. amazing music. bisexual sex in neon lighting. that fucking monologue from james mcavoy.
Unfortunately deleted from the AO3, but it’s All the Rest is Rust and Stardust by spicedpiano and tahariel. It’s fucking 670K (which i did not know when I started it) and is so fucking thematically consistent from start to end, I want to gnaw the drywall, it’s so gddamn good.
see the downside of reading fic on an ereader is that you pick a story at random and then two days later you’re like “this is a fucking masterpiece that is literally teaching me new things about writing but why am i still reading it” and unbeknownst to you it’s apparently like 600,000 words long and is going to hollow you out like a fucking melon baller
theo dimas truly the character of all time. he’s a graverobber. he manslaughtered his gf when he was a teenager. he’s letting one of the people who got him arrested for aforementioned graverobbing/manslaughter crash on his couch. he’s a disabled character played by an actually disabled actor. his favourite movie is about a crime solving snake. he talks shit about everyone constantly. his dad is nathan lane. he’s even greek.
“You misunderstand. This is not a recruitment mission.” His head tilts every so slightly to the side, his smile almost gentle. Age has softened his face in many ways. “It’s a rescue mission.”
A rescue mission. Charles puts his cards down and stares. “What does that mean?”
“That I’m not leaving without you, Charles. So, what will it be? I could watch you get shitfaced then haul you out of here. That would make everything fairly simple actually. Or.” Leaning, elbows on the cramped table, Erik says, “You could come with me and skip the dramatics and the hangover.”
A continuation of Erik and Charles’ conversation at the end of Dark Phoenix.
“I would call most of my twenties the blind pursuit of success, doing as much as I could as fast as I could. And I burned out. I woke up at thirty, like, What the fuck just happened? I was rich and successful and all the things that ostensibly should be the markers. And I’m like, What is it that I’m doing? And why?” — CHRIS PINE
CHRIS PINE for Esquire Magazine (2023) photographed by Mark Seliger
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