I’ve started a project where I analyze and monitor Fanfiction.net stories (because that’s what’s interesting to me at the moment), and I have a lot, a lot, of story metadata.

I started dicking around with the data1. And when you dick around with data, you find cool things such as:

  • Doctor Who and My Little Pony each have the same number of rated M stories: 11.
  • Buffy fans write. A lot. 3,507,263 words in the first 50 stories. My Little Pony not far behind with 3,314,404 words.
  • English is, not surprisingly, the most popular language with 1,083 stories. Spanish is next at 153.
  • Someone is translating Wicked’s songs into Latin. It was last updated today at 5:17PM EDT.
  • The most popular story on FF.net is an Inuyasha fanfic entitled "Lord Charming" by forthright. It has 12,549 reviews, 2,519 favorites, and 2,576 followers. It was first published on August 1, 2011, at 10:48:07AM EDT and was last updated on September 18, 2014, at 10:48:00PM EDT. It has 526 chapters.

Want to know something about your fandom? Ask me.


  1. All of this comes from only collecting the first two pages of stories from each category (that’s 50 stories) sorted by update time so it’s not representative of the whole category. And because I check for new stories/updates every ten minutes, some categories have more, e.g. Naruto has 64. As of right now, I’m tracking 2,100 stories. 

suzie-guru:

Imagine Harry and Ginny a few months into their marriage and they’re so happy and in love and then one day they go shopping for food and household items and Harry just casually grabs certain items before Ginny hisses at him to "Check the prices, Harry, God! That bed set is far too expensive, we’re not going to have anything left to get the food with!" And Harry starts to laugh and say "We don’t have to worry about -" and then he stops and he and Ginny look at each other. And Harry realizes that she’s grown up having to measure out all her money and decide what she can and cannot have for a certain week or month or year. And Ginny realizes that she is actually no longer obligated to worry about money ever again. 

Imagine Harry and Ginny eating dinner together and Ginny’s telling him about certain meals her mum made and teasing him about how he wolfs everything down and "Honestly Harry, you’re worse than Ron!" and Harry retorts laughingly "well old habits die hard, I had to fight Dudley for meals all the time, you at least knew you were going to eat every day!" And Ginny’s grin starts to fade and she asks "You…you didn’t get to eat everyday?" And Harry realizes what he said and he changes the subject quickly and Ginny looks at the plates in front of him and resists the urge to pile on some more potatoes. And the next day Vernon Dursley’s car is egged. 

Imagine Harry and Ginny both suffering from night terrors and PTSD and agreeing that maybe going to that therapist Hermione recommended isn’t such a bad idea, and that’s how Thursday night became Therapy Night when they go out to dinner or to the pub after each session and agree that  they need to talk to some Healers about introducing these sessions since therapy is still widely seen as muggle nonsense in the wizarding world.

And Ginny murmurs over her fire whiskey that sometimes she can still hear Tom Riddle murmuring in her ear, and Harry whispers that he dreams about running after his mother and father and Sirius and Remus as they disappear behind the Veil in the Department of Mysteries and he doesn’t know if he wakes from terror or regret about not making it through. And they go back home and hold each other closer that night and both wake up with raging hangovers. 

(via knight-to-h3)

“The thing about programming is that it often involves spending large parts of the day cursing and debugging to establish that you are in fact a complete idiot.”

The short answer is that it seems to be standard policy for Starfleet personnel to transport with both hands free, facing the front of the transporter. There are a few instances in Enterprise, Voyager and TNG where they beam into hostile situations with their phasers drawn or standing in a circle (or both) but these are very much the exception rather than the rule.

I’m In My Mum’s Car - Enya Remix

aka the best thing you’ll see ever

it’s all downhill from here.

saidbhinluch:


blackdove66:

thoroughlysherlocked:

hippity-hoppity-brigade:

trueamericanenglish:

#molly hooper is the best companion #she wouldn’t even run off

“Molly, why are you still here?”
“You… you told me not to wander off.”
“Oh. Well. That’s strange. I mean, usually I tell them not to wander off, but they never actually listen. Are you sure you’re human?”

YES OH MY GOD YES I NEED MOLLY AS COMPANION.
I had no idea how much I needed that til now.
I WOULD WATCH THAT SO HARD.
GUYS. GUYS I THINK I JUST OFFICIALLY GOT WHOLOCKED.

imagine her telling the doctor

imagine his face

Molly carefully watching everything the Doctor does, learning all about him and surprising him when she manages to fly the TARDIS effortlessly in a pinch.
saidbhinluch:


blackdove66:

thoroughlysherlocked:

hippity-hoppity-brigade:

trueamericanenglish:

#molly hooper is the best companion #she wouldn’t even run off

“Molly, why are you still here?”
“You… you told me not to wander off.”
“Oh. Well. That’s strange. I mean, usually I tell them not to wander off, but they never actually listen. Are you sure you’re human?”

YES OH MY GOD YES I NEED MOLLY AS COMPANION.
I had no idea how much I needed that til now.
I WOULD WATCH THAT SO HARD.
GUYS. GUYS I THINK I JUST OFFICIALLY GOT WHOLOCKED.

imagine her telling the doctor

imagine his face

Molly carefully watching everything the Doctor does, learning all about him and surprising him when she manages to fly the TARDIS effortlessly in a pinch.
saidbhinluch:


blackdove66:

thoroughlysherlocked:

hippity-hoppity-brigade:

trueamericanenglish:

#molly hooper is the best companion #she wouldn’t even run off

“Molly, why are you still here?”
“You… you told me not to wander off.”
“Oh. Well. That’s strange. I mean, usually I tell them not to wander off, but they never actually listen. Are you sure you’re human?”

YES OH MY GOD YES I NEED MOLLY AS COMPANION.
I had no idea how much I needed that til now.
I WOULD WATCH THAT SO HARD.
GUYS. GUYS I THINK I JUST OFFICIALLY GOT WHOLOCKED.

imagine her telling the doctor

imagine his face

Molly carefully watching everything the Doctor does, learning all about him and surprising him when she manages to fly the TARDIS effortlessly in a pinch.
saidbhinluch:


blackdove66:

thoroughlysherlocked:

hippity-hoppity-brigade:

trueamericanenglish:

#molly hooper is the best companion #she wouldn’t even run off

“Molly, why are you still here?”
“You… you told me not to wander off.”
“Oh. Well. That’s strange. I mean, usually I tell them not to wander off, but they never actually listen. Are you sure you’re human?”

YES OH MY GOD YES I NEED MOLLY AS COMPANION.
I had no idea how much I needed that til now.
I WOULD WATCH THAT SO HARD.
GUYS. GUYS I THINK I JUST OFFICIALLY GOT WHOLOCKED.

imagine her telling the doctor

imagine his face

Molly carefully watching everything the Doctor does, learning all about him and surprising him when she manages to fly the TARDIS effortlessly in a pinch.

saidbhinluch:

blackdove66:

thoroughlysherlocked:

hippity-hoppity-brigade:

trueamericanenglish:

#molly hooper is the best companion #she wouldn’t even run off

“Molly, why are you still here?”

“You… you told me not to wander off.”

“Oh. Well. That’s strange. I mean, usually I tell them not to wander off, but they never actually listen. Are you sure you’re human?”

YES OH MY GOD YES I NEED MOLLY AS COMPANION.

I had no idea how much I needed that til now.

I WOULD WATCH THAT SO HARD.

GUYS. GUYS I THINK I JUST OFFICIALLY GOT WHOLOCKED.

imagine her telling the doctor

image

imagine his face

Molly carefully watching everything the Doctor does, learning all about him and surprising him when she manages to fly the TARDIS effortlessly in a pinch.

(via kessilover)

Not because we believed that these were reasons for the boys to die. But because we knew that so many Americans were itching for a reason, any reason, to condemn the boys to death in their minds. To make it all our fault. And by being simply human, these dead spirits gave them that ammunition.

Michael Brown, Trayvon Martin, Oscar Grant. They failed us all by not being perfect.

Some time in the near future.

You wake up to a jazzy MIDI version of the “Happy Birthday” song. Your smart thermostat and smoke detector are singing in harmony because today is your day. Your fitness tracker is vibrating in an unfamiliar Morse Code. Searching the internet, you come across a question in the support forums about it, explaining it is the preprogrammed birthday greeting silent alarm that you can disable after pairing the device again and updating your settings. Your bathroom scale, toilet, and garage door also welcome you with birthday wishes. Open up the refrigerator to another friendly jingle. Tropicana, Fage, and Sabra Hummus all wish you happy birthday. Now there’s an incoming message. It is the “birthday selfie” it snapped when you reached for the orange juice.

The theme is familiar to anyone who’s tried to join a country club or high-school clique. It’s not supposed to make sense. The Culture can’t really be written about; it has to be experienced. You are expected to conform to the rules of The Culture before you are allowed to demonstrate your actual worth. What wearing a suit really indicates is —I am not making this up— non-conformity, one of the gravest of sins. For extra excitement, the rules are unwritten and ever-changing, and you will never be told how you screwed up.