Sapphic Terror - Blog Posts

I’m fighting the urge to make a poly fic between Ari/Theseus/Nax bc Theseus has two hands and also Ari needs some influence to change the world. (I’ve watched four episodes of Kaos on Netflix and I love it) ((I’ll check back later to see how disastrous this idea may be)) (((I am not afraid to diverge canon so fucking much)))

*edit literally point .2 seconds later Nax is fucking dead. I’m gonna diverge canon so badly. (Plot twist they meet five years early and shit happens)

One fic down (checks crumbling, held together by krazy glue, list) eighty more to go

lucas scott’s crash course on brotherhood ✅

people help the people ☑️

too much labour ☑️

polyamory, love, and grief in times of war ☑️

I was gonna finish and upload my one tree hill fic but I stayed up late stress baking last night so I will be passing out (why does sleep exhaustion hit you the second it turns 10???)

me and that one hunger games fic I’ll never write

“I think - it would have been nice to love you in a kinder life.” (He says this to her right before she helps him slit his wrists in blood thinning water so he can die in the ocean, like he was always meant to.) (he doesn’t want to live in the world after the games, he isn’t strong enough.) (neither is she.)

see this is my issue, I start watching a new show and immediately save a hundred tik tok edits and start writing fanfiction about it

also I may or may not be writing a one tree hill fanfic rn sooooo

sometimes my brain doesn’t work and I can’t write and it’s literally the worst feeling in the world

Addy was broken goods, and that was just the bitter fucking truth.

people help the people

every time I try and write fanfic my friends start hating each other and I end up having 3 hour long calls, its so late, I just want to write about addy getting hugs, help

i love Spotify playlists with everything I have

addy would breathe in and out and it wouldn't hurt ..

Jake flies like he has nothing to lose, and Bradley flies like he has everything to. Sometimes, if he lets himself think, he wonders which one of them is lying.

third times the charm on ao3

Charles is old, older than he has any right to be, and she is not the first child he’s buried. She’s not even the first empty grave he’s mourned. 

Okay but like hear me out -

Her first impression of Tyler Owens doesn’t involve him at all. Instead, it involves his bright red truck, and his less-than-adequate undercarriage and connecting anchors. (A rather fitting metaphor and all that.)

First paragraph from my current fic, chapter 3 of people help the people

I made addy a mechanic/super interested in taking things apart in my Addy-Lives au and I’m regretting it so much. Like I actually have to do mechanical things and explain stuff???? Wdym I have to figure out what Tyler’s anchor thingys are called and how exactly they need to be improved bc I love making snarky siblings

Somebody help pls, I don’t know what’s happening

headcannon - Tyler totally kisses Kate’s scar.

Okay, so this is a few years down the line, they’re an established couple and marriage is this distant but not far thing, the important thing is they’re happy and content and okay and that’s a rare thing for people like them. Over the years everyone’s slowly healed, Kate got therapy, Javi got therapy, they actually talked and slowly dealt with everything. So, she eventually starts wearing shorts more and more often. The scar is still this big reminder of everything that happened, but she’s slowly learning to accept it. Then, Tyler starts doing this thing where when the two of them are together, (Kate’s watching the news or reading and his head is in her lap, just cuddling her because that man’s love language is gifts and touch) he presses a kiss to her scar. At first she doesn’t even notice because it’s a quick barely there thing, like it’s a subconscious movement almost.

And then Kate notices, and she notices it happens so damn often. Like Tyler’s barely aware and at the same time it’s almost worshiping, like it’s second hand nature to love the thing that for years she hated with a passion. And he just keeps don’t it, and brushing his fingers against the scar, and staring at it with this barely concealed awe and she doesn’t get it.

So Kate finally snaps and asks him why? And she’s really asking, why do you love the worst part of me, because the scar to her represents her failure and how it lead to her friend’s deaths. Tyler just stares at her, because to him it is so simple and easy he stopped questioning it years ago, because it means you survived. And he’s really saying, because it means you’re here and alive and I got to love you, I got to be loved by you.

And he’s really saying, your survival is beautiful and I love you for it.

(Somebody steal my computer and phone, I have so many thoughts about these idiots.)

You know what my favorite twisters hc is? Addy having a little sister, obviously played by Mckenna Grace, who is just a teenager when her sister dies. But years later she ends up in the same town as The Wranglers + Kate and Javi (this taking place around a year after the movie) and not only is she the same age Addy was when she died, she’s also the spitting image of her. And did I mention that she also chases storms??? And did I mention that she’s a few months away from being older than her older sister and her entire life is about trying to make sure her sister didn’t die in vain, to live the life Addy didn’t get??? And did I mention she doesn’t talk to their parents so Gracie is utterly alone in this word??

Kate and Javi are finally healing and dealing with their issues and falling in love with the Wranglers, and then the girl they watched grow up, who looks exactly like Addy, rolls into their camp demanding to know if they finally accomplished what her sister died for. And all of their old trauma hits them with the grace of an EF5.

Anyways, I may or may not have wip called your my sister but your eyes are closed because I crave angst and forcing Kate + Javi to deal with all their issues :)

He got used to burying people a long time ago.

(Or, Javi wears his dog tags every time he goes out chasing, it means nothing (it means everything.)

Literally anyone and everyone - “You know, you’re not an actually an asshole, somehow???”

Tyler - “Why does everybody think I’m an asshole?? I’m literally just standing here, driving into a tornado and having a good time.”

You know what I love? Bathroom scenes in writing. And I don’t mean fucking in the shower, I mean one person has a breakdown and the other person ends up climbing into the tub and holding them. I mean one person is taking a warm bath and the sun is shining through the windows and they’re alive and their partner comes in and just sits by their side, and maybe they hold the other persons face, or maybe they just sit and breathe together. I mean one person is not having a good day so they camp out in this tiny safe room and just stay together, not out of obligation, but pure fucking love. That’s my kink.

me when - “I exist to love you”

me when - “I’m not lost anymore, I found the light.”

me when - “I believed in the gods after three decades of non-faith, so that when death comes for me, and it will, I will remain. I will be there, in the next ending, and I will wait for you.”

me when - “You made me hope, did you know that? Did you know you gave me my hope back?”

me when I create two oc’s who are helplessly in love with each other knowing I’m gonna traumatize the shit out of them

Jake’s gone and Bradley - Bradley has never learned how to look back, even when he should.

Because maybe Bradley burned down all of his bridges, but Jake never had any to begin with.

third times the charm by sapphic_terror on ao3 :)

Maybe if he remembered them better, maybe if his father didn’t die before he hit double digits, maybe if Bradley Bradshaw knew the sort of home that was filled with love and laughter rather than the echo of grief, he would do this better. And by this he meant love. 

third times the charm by sapphic_terror on ao3 :)

If you strip this story down to its barest bones, you will only find love.

on my way to go write the most tragic fic about grief and love and forgiveness and like what do you do when your husband loves you but he loves his best friend like he’s air and he dies before you can hate him or scream or love him anyway??? and like what do you do when the love of your life dies before you can ever kiss him but his wife is alive and she’s alone and you know you have to help her because he would want you too so you stay even as it fucking kills you??? and like you’re stuck with the only other person who loved this man, who is grieving him, and you can’t help but hate them and at the same time need them at your side bc who else would understand this pain?? and also two hot people co-parent an adorable child and slowly fall in love in a simple, not a world ending, way.

All my writings can be found on ao3 with the acceptations of some wip :)

Current favs:

The Rebel and The Performer (an echo of the past) - Hunger Games Au where Peeta can see Lucy Gray’s ghost, and Katniss can see Sejanus’s

people help the people - Twisters, Addy lives au except I steal her leg, and her family, but don’t worry, I give her a found family and a gf in the process so it’s fine.

come hell or high water, baby - Kate has a very bad day, and her not-bf helps her out (+ a not-love confession that’s totally a love confession) (communication is not their strong suit)