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from the inside out (drink the rest) by Land_Locked_Martian
Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types
09 Aug 2024
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a treatise from a novice in love and consumption
Optimus Prime cooksMegop Day 5: Heat / Scars
my prompt: Accidental kitchen explosionSeries
- Part 5 of Megop Week 2024
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Bookmarked by frostbitesjc
07 Oct 2025
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on cooking and consumption, eating and being eaten, and both. i never expected a story on cooking to morph into internal strife so well. the parallels between his wartime experience and art and creation and love is so crazy to me??? its such a great way to convey the relationship that is megop, at least from the way optimus views it. god. the way optimus thinks about everything and about megatron, even in domesticity.
this is actually my second time reading it — the first time was back in 2024, when i say silphy_s's bookmark on For the War After (and! hello!! i doubt you'll ever see this but if you do i just want to say thank you because i went through all your bookmarks and your taste is impeccable, and you convinced me to read this, and i can see why this is your favourite) — and i think i'll need to reread this a third time, and a fourth, and so on, so i'll be able to take this in fully and appreciate it the way it deserves. all of my thoughts on this have already been released into the world in silphy's bookmark on this fic so i don't think there's anything left i can say, honestly. just. genuinely wonderful writing and optimus characterisation.
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Andy met Sid when he was four years old, and while some things change, a lot of things stay the same.
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Bookmarked by frostbitesjc
27 Aug 2025
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i first read this 5 years ago, back in august 2020, and i remember thinking to myself at the time that this was the most gorgeous story i've ever read. i reread this last night and my opinion about this hasn't changed at all: it's still as beautiful as i first thought. it's a little funny, considering how i first clicked on this all those years ago expecting a crackship and a small laugh and to stop reading midway through the first chapter, especially considering how it's about sid and andy from toy story (and, like, i did not care about them at all), but i ended up staying up well into the am to continue reading. i'm not sure how exactly to put it across in words, but it's genuinely incredible how the author builds a world and its characters so well. i remember, back then, when my favourite part of the story was the first chapter, especially closer to the end when andy's preparing to leave for college, which makes sense considering i was closer in age to that part of sid & andy's lives. there was just something about it that i sort of understood — not literally, of course, considering how i'm ace — but i understood and understand how confusing and intense that part of your life can be. my favourite now is the 2nd-3rd chapters, i think, when andy's in college, and so am i. it's still unsure, but in a slightly different way. (i still love the first chapter very much, though). i'll probably reread this again a few years later; i wonder if my favourites will change. it's one of the best things i've ever read, i swear.
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the god and the devil in the land of the sun by jublis
Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005)
26 Jun 2025
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“You’re not your family, Zuko,” Sokka says immediately, like it’s a reflex, like he genuinely believes it.
“Does it matter?” Zuko says. “In the grand scheme of things, does it really fucking matter? Does it matter to the waterbenders who were kidnapped and killed under my grandfather’s command? Does it matter to the war orphans, the war children, who have lost their families and houses and limbs to the fire of my nation’s soldiers? Does it matter to the fifteen-year-olds getting drafted for the war effort, the ones the generals of my father’s council call kindling? Does it matter to the—” Zuko cuts himself off, chest heaving, eyes burning. “Does it matter to the Air Nomads?”
The hottest day of the year comes just before the end of the world.
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- Part 1 of dancing in odessa
Bookmarked by frostbitesjc
28 Jun 2025
Bookmarker's Notes
more touching on and delving into the horrors of colonialism & consequences of warfare than anything else (ecocide, genocide, how capitalism and greed drives the war machine, etc.) a very special and important read given the subject matter & topics this deals with. zuko is, of course, written wonderfully, with depth — he’s still dealing with the guilt from his past actions and of his bloodline & his nation. all the other characters are also written wonderfully (no surprises there!! i have not read a single bad jublis fic) and their interactions & dynamics with zuko are so sweet and funny and sad and it rly reminds me of how much i love atla. PLEASE set aside some time to read this i promise u will not regret it
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“When he was younger,” Zuko tells Toph, “my uncle says that they’d get maybe one really bad forest fire at the highest peak of summer. People would need to be evacuated, they’d resettle somewhere else, and depending on where the fire took place, the funds might even be gathered to fix up what was affected by it, and the people could return.” He wets his dry lips. “Most of the time, though, the people would settle in the colonies, with land given to them by the state. It was good business, for some.”
“Not for, you know, the people who were already living there before,” Toph points out ruefully. “I don’t want to ask what happened to them, by the way. To the people of those lands, before they became colonies.” Her mouth twists into a sardonic grin. “It’s too early in the morning.”
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A globally adored idol and an aloof rockstar are hopelessly obsessed with each other—and it’s ruining everything. Their mortal enemy managers are just trying to survive. Featuring: fake scandals, real feelings, powerpoints, blackmail folders, and a PR team held together by wine and sheer spite.
Bookmarked by frostbitesjc
27 May 2025
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On stage, in the middle of his set, Phainon was holding out a ring pop. To Mydei. Under a spotlight. The crowd was screaming. Confetti was falling.
Aglaea shut her tablet slowly. “Tell me he didn’t say the words.”
“Exact quote,” Anaxa muttered, already drafting a suppression notice. “‘Will you marry me? Haha unless?’”
IM FUCKING CRYING LAUGHING the most incredible phaidei fic i’ve had the pleasure of reading. i laughed so many times throughout all of this im about as obsessed with this fic as phainon is with mydei AND vice versa
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”It’s a hazy afternoon on the tail end of summer when Zhongli looks at Childe and realises he never wants to look at anything else for the rest of his life.
The revelation comes with no fanfare. Nothing changes, nothing breaks. It’s simply a fact. The sky is blue. The sun is bright. Violetgrass wilts in the heat, and Zhongli is terribly, irreversibly in love.”
Or: in which Zhongli falls in love, falls out of the sky, falls from grace, and falls into bed with Liyue’s Public Enemy Number Eleven. In exactly that order.
Bookmarked by frostbitesjc
27 Apr 2025
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what a beautiful read... just the most incredible characterisation and interactions (zhongli and childe, and zhongli and hutao because they are family to me) and the most gorgeous writing. i loved the Matryoshka metaphor too — the idea of identity was ofc alluded throughout but when zhongli finally namedropped the title i was like oh! yes!!
i adore the author's writing style and the way they write zhongli in this — the sombre grief and nostalgia forever in his periphery that comes with several millennia of age, very in love, but also somewhat dramatically silly (Faking Rex Lapis’ death is not enough. He will have to fake Zhongli’s, too.) i'm a big fan of zhongli faking his death btw.
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A series of sun-soaked moments, melting into a languid blur as the days get longer:
An argument with a cluster of academics on the Pearl Galley, who scatter when Childe swans back from the interior with their drinks in hand and a newly-discovered bar joke dancing on the tip of his tongue.
A meeting with Moon Carver under Azhdaha’s tree. They say nothing, but Moon Carver watches Zhongli with careful, molten-mora eyes, always liquid, always a little sad, and he thinks perhaps the news of his death will not come as a particular shock to this old friend of his.
Childe tiptoeing across the roof of Wangsheng one morning, waxy circles under his eyes, ink splattered across his palms like blood. “I need to get out of here for a bit,” he says. Zhongli takes him to Luhua Pool, and he falls asleep on their shared picnic blanket, washed blue and white and close enough to touch, thrown sunlight tinting his skin the colour of a new sky.
Little Ganyu stepping up onto a raised wooden platform to announce the details of the Rite of Descension. She leaves arm in arm with Yanfei, deep in hushed discussion of a trade contract. Rex Lapis carried them through the skies on his back as children, taught them the history of Liyue’s creation and the shapes the stars make in the sky, but neither of them spare a single glance at the ordinary, mortal consultant amongst the crowd.
A dinner, a breakfast, a dance. Mosquito bites on a bare arm. A funeral parade at dawn. An argument, good-natured, about cooking pots, and things found at the bottom of the sea, where the fish sleep amidst the wreckage of old ships, and everything makes a home in the lightless depths.