#might fuck around and write something

[moltage]

i love the au abt constantine & mick rawson being twins like imagine the chaos, the family angst It'd be so fun

#might fuck around and write something #i feel like john would despise him at first

[parkermunson]

i need art of merman!eddie munson with long beautiful hair

or better yet, siren!eddie munson

#i only ever draw in graphite and never in color #plus i only draw faces and not full bodies #nonetheless mermaid tails #might fuck around and write something #eddie munson #eddie munson fanart #stranger things

[kamaluhkhan]

anti-curse

pairing: percy jackson x daughter of apollo!reader

summary: whether he knew it or not, percy jackson made the world a better, brighter place — and you intend to protect him, no matter what path the fates leads you down. fuck prophetic dreams. the future wasn't written in stone.

warnings/disclaimers: mentions of typical demigod things (battles, weapons, etc.); this is set during the heroes of olympus series so roughly follows that plot + features the seven demigods; mainly inspired by book!percy (dark hair, sea green eyes) bc that's the one i fell in love w growing up; characters are aged up from the book (reader + percy are meant to be 21-22 y/o) bc i imagine there was more time between prophecies/series....anyways, please enjoy <3

when you first met percy jackson, he almost shot you through the chest with an arrow.

given that apollo is your godly parent, you often found yourself at the archery field, which happened to be one of the first stops on percy’s tour of camp half-blood. after that first mishap, your other half-siblings were, understandably, too scared to let percy try again — frankly chiron seemed a bit hesitant as well — and you could sense that percy felt disheartened. so, you flashed the boy a reassuring smile before giving him a few pointers and a second chance. when he smiled back at you, you felt a fluttering in your stomach that told you percy jackson would be more than a little important in your life.

archery still wasn't percy's strong suit, but your gut feeling turned out to be true. you and percy had dealt with a lot since then — a handful of quests, several prophecies, more than a few near-death experiences, a titan war, and, maybe worst of all, high school. you couldn't imagine getting through any of it without him by your side, and you knew the feeling was mutual.

so, you were entirely anticipating that percy would be hurt by your announcement during dinner. 

“no way that’s happening.” percy laughs, as if he can’t believe you’d suggest something as ridiculous as not having him accompany you on your quest. he remains unfazed, takes a sip of his electric blue coke before gesturing to the empty seat next to him. “come on, sunshine. have something to eat.”

the nickname sends your heart into a frenzy as you sit next to him. you and percy had never been anything other than friends, but sometimes....sometimes you look at his dangerous ocean eyes and wind-swept dark hair and it makes you blush. sometimes you consider the way his laughter fills you with warmth and his smile holds a thousand memories, the way he teases and winks at you and you decide that he makes your world so much brighter. sometimes you remember how sarcastic and thoughtful and loyal and reckless he is, his heart of gold and unpredictability of the sea. and you start to think that maybe possibly you'd fallen in love with your best friend.

that was not the issue at hand, though. you summon your favourite food and drink, but don't particularly feel like having either. percy returns to his conversation with hazel about how the two of you would drive up to montauk after you finally got your license, any time either of you needed to escape your reality, even just for a night. you'd sit on the beach, stargazing and roasting stale marshmallows and wishing to stay there forever. hazel seems to think that sounds like a nice escape, and percy promises that once the eight of you fulfill this prophecy, you'll all go to the beach house together, which makes hazel break out into a grin.

you can't help but smile at percy who loves his friends, who has loved you for so long. that feeling is quickly replaced by a pang in your chest that reminds you what's at stake. from the corner of your eye, you notice annabeth across from you, who looks at you like you’re a puzzle she can’t quite solve. you're trying to hide it, but if anyone can read you better than percy, it's annabeth. she knows something is weighing on your mind. you briefly lock eyes with jason, who you had gone to earlier for help, from the other side of the room, where he sits between piper and frank. 

if you weren’t so distracted, you would have been able to enjoy dinner. the eight of you — all demigods of the current great prophecy — hadn’t been all together in a while, and it was nice to share a meal aboard the argo ii despite the reality of why you’d all been traveling together. leo had equipped the ship with magic plates and cups, and with the lively jokes and stories filling the air, you could almost imagine it was an ordinary summer evening at camp. you could almost forget that tomorrow, you had to go on a quest to rescue apollo and artemis from python, a monster so powerful your father barely defeated him thousands of years ago. you could almost ignore the impending war with gaea and the giants, and the doomed fate of the world if you were to fail. the one thing you could no longer ignore, however, is the gut feeling you have about the fate of the boy sitting next to you if your quest is to unfold the way you had first planned it. 

you clear your throat, an attempt to interrupt the group's conversations. 

“i was serious earlier,” you declare. “you’re not coming with me, percy. jason is.”

the smile percy had on his face fades. his eyes are filled with concern and disbelief, as he glances at you. “i – i don’t understand.”

"percy,” jason jumps in carefully, aware that he’s treading through dangerous waters like you had warned him. “y/n and i were strategizing earlier and it seems to make the most sense, given our powers combined." 

percy shakes his head. “but — but you can’t just make last minute changes. we’ve already got everything set. right, valdez?”

leo shrugs, swallowing a mouthful of chicken before responding. “i don’t know, man. i’m no expert in quests, but it seems like i’m not the one who should be deciding this.” leo looks at you, and you nod gratefully.

you've been on edge since last night, and to calm your nerves you fiddle with the gold chain around your neck. it was a gift from your father: a necklace with a music note charm that can transform into an electric guitar or a bow and quiver. thankfully, you hadn't had to need both at the same time.

“it's up to me. and i want leo and jason to come with me.”

“then i’ll come too,” percy's voice remains calm, but insistant.

“isn’t there that thing about quests usually being done in threes?”

“that is true, piper,” percy agrees. he tilts his head towards you, like he's calling on you to remember. "exceptions have been made, though. like that one time with zoe." that had been years ago, when demigods from camp half-blood and hunters of artemis joined forces. five had been sent out on a quest, but only three came back. you shiver at the thought.

"or my quest through the labyrinth," annabeth recalls.

"but won't that also change our other plans, though?" hazel asks.

"not necessarily," you pipe in, your voice more assertive. "if jason and percy just switch. no harm done."

"we're not interchangeable," percy grumbles.

"hera sure seemed to think so!" leo searches the room for positive responses to his joke, but the most he gets is a half-hearted laugh from frank. "too soon?"

you take a deep breath. "it's not a big deal, really."

"it kind of is," percy counters. "you've never gone on a quest without me."

"you've gone on quests without me," you point out.

"that's...that's different."

"why? because i'm so weak that i need the son of the sea god to protect me at all times?"

you're giving percy the coldest stare you ever have. he hesitates to hold your gaze.

"you know that's not what i meant," he sighs.

"then what did you mean?"

percy looks at you, his eyes and tone softer. “look, sunshine, let's just stick with the plan, alright? we can just —”

“gods, you never listen, do you?" you finally snap. "you're not coming! i don’t want you there, percy!”

percy stares at you, stunned. you look around the table, and everyone looks back at you, wide-eyed. they weren’t used to this side of you, your sudden outburst not fitting in with your usually sunny disposition. 

“well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” leo jokes in an attempt to lighten the mood, with less than ideal results.

“you saw something in your dreams, didn’t you?” annabeth realizes. 

her conclusion makes you freeze.

demigod dreams are always significant, carrying vivid images of monsters, messages from friends or enemies. some children of apollo like you had visions of the future — pseudo prophecies that are supposedly set to unfold given the path you’re on. technically, you weren’t supposed to share your visions, something about messing with fate or destiny, but that didn’t mean you had to accept the way things were. 

what you saw in your dreams last night, what might happen to percy, made your blood run cold.

you would defy all the laws of the universe and divine rules if it meant you could protect him. so fuck the path the fates are attempting to lead you down, and fuck prophetic dreams. you refuse to let percy die. no matter how frustrated you’re acting towards him in this moment, you know he would still do the same for you.

you figure that the future isn't written in stone, right?

either way, you're willing to challenge destiny for percy jackson.

without answering annabeth, you get up from the table and take a deep breath, carefully avoiding percy’s gaze. 

“i go with leo and jason, or i go alone.” your voice is steady, fighting the heavy beating of your heart and tears caught in your throat. “either way, i leave in the morning.” you exit the mess hall before anyone — before percy — can protest.

#Spotify #when i was younger i didn't think people would want to read all the stories i'd make up in my head about this series #so im glad the percy jackson renaissance is here #there's something so healing about writing + sharing this blurb even if i'm still nervous #might fuck around and write another part because i have so many ideas of where this could go #percy jackson #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo series #pjo fandom #pjo hoo toa #hoo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #pjo #saf writes #riordanverse

[un-love]

#i come back to this at regular intervals #might fuck around and write something

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

the doctor isnt neurodivergent or autistic or adhd or nonbinary or genderqueer or asexual. what the doctor is, is Not From Here

#which necessarily of course says something abt their (non)whiteness #(i had all these words in quotation marks first so mentally add those to whiteness too) #but we've them be black for all of 1.5 episode now so #lets see how that develops you know #also i dont think i understand the politics of that part well enough to say much abt it #not that i probably understand the politics of these parts better but #im annoyed enough abt this Thing happening these years. in these 20s i guess. the 'representation' thing #to complain abt it anyway #the dsm isnt real and it isnt gonna fuck you buddy #maybe i'll read some books and then one day i'll write an essay driven by spite and pettiness #i wonder if i can make the thesis statement about the tension between their status of main character #in a 60 year running family adventure show vs this therapy thing we're doing now #like. you cant do that. in terms of like. what story is and does. what a character is and does. it strains #in an interesting way. like im not saying they Shouldnt have done it. im just observing. that you cant do that really. i think #or maybe you can! but i'll find that out #i also dont know shit abt narratology or whatever so. need to read books first. sigh #always have to pause my thoughts to read myself in first its so annoying. esp bc i rarely really do #bc then new thoughts new things to do you cant do EVERYTHING. you can do almost nothing. bane of my existence really #but like you might even be able to say smth interesting here about whether you can call them traumatised at all #remember that article i saw around on tumblr a few years ago i think that was abt like. some scholar in the middle east maybe #saying that ptsd is a western thing bc it necessitates a Post #all of this is western. psychiatry is western. its all stories. how you conceptualise trauma is a story #whos Other is story #where youre from is a story what you stand for is a story who you are is a story #ah. checked the article. dr samah jabr. palestinian. i'll start with her book maybe

[unearthly-doting]

i need. him. i need him so bad it makes me look stupid at this point.

#reading the mind of v: dialogue. #I AM SO. #dating him is the worst decision i have ever made #i can handle kylar i can handle whitney i can handle eden #i cannot handle this. i am weak. i am so weak. #alex dol #alex the farmhand #anyways hi i will try writing something here soon #might do a robin or sydney save next. can u Believe i havent fucked around w them yet?

[nectardaddy]

porco galliard and jean kirstein are so hozier coded and no one can tell me other wise - I will not be taking criticism

like Northern Attitude and Too Sweet

HOT DAMN

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot #porco galliard #jean kirstein #might fuck around and write something with too sweet

[whatsnewalycat]

Woke up thirsting for Javier Peña

#might fuck around and write something about it idk

[desolatehands]

i need to share the commission i got of my inkling, i love my little guy. my little man

#i love my ocs #i need to talk about splatoon w more folk #bc im at that point i might cave and start writing fanfiction #just to make a completely fictional region that doesnt exist in canon #i need to create #i NEED to play around with the fact #that the technological advancements heavily rely on region #i want to fuck around with the concept of a very old fashioned group of inklings #sequestered away in rolling hills with rice paddies #them having rotary phones and wearing #traditional clothing from the 1800s and earlier #some feudal shit right there #and i need to talk about my own ocs separation from that life into a life full of #wonders and new technology #i need to write about his struggle to learn how to use a flip phone #and that people have cards for purchases instead of straight up currency he carries around in a fat coin purse #i also need to talk about the concept of noble families having their own like #techniques with weapons passed down through the generations #like something people from that area would only recognize #and people who are the history buffs of varying regions

[puppyeared]

footnotes arent enough I need you to talk to me like im fucking Amelia Bedelia

#this isn’t about anything in particular btw. I just have to add a lot of memos when I’m doing things because some things are done a certain #way and it isn’t explained well in the instructions. like my mom has instructions on her baking recipes right #but when it says stuff like add dry ingredients to wet ingredients it also means you don’t dump it in one go you add it slowly by portion #this is probably why I find videos and demonstrations the most helpful when I learn something. like I almost always ask someone to show me #how they do it because there could be something they do that’s already second nature and wouldn’t really be considered in an explanation yk #I don’t think I’m an exception either. when the rice is done cooking I divide it into 4 quarters to bless it #but there are a million ways to divide rice and it makes me think that one persons way of doing it or not doing it all is just as valid #theres also technically no wrong way to divide rice afaik. this means either all ways of dividing rice is safe or valid until we find some #universally terrible way of dividing rice. until that happens nobody really thinks about specifying HOW you divide the rice #source: I have anxiety starting and doing things for the first time because I got way too many people yell at me NONONO WHAT ARE YOU DOING #THATS WRONG while I’m in the middle of doing the thing. I would rather have people think I’m either very stupid or overly specific #than go thru the panic inducing fear of ‘YOURE DOING THIS WRONG OMG WHY DIDNT YOU ASK AHEAD OF TIME THIS WILL BE FUCKED UP FOREVER’ 🧍 #nothing wrong if you don’t give something a second thought because you’re so used to it. but I can and will ask about it and I don’t think I #really should feel bad about it if I don’t know enough to dispute it. idk #the other way around I try to be as specific as possible and word things in a way that people who might not get where I’m coming from will #understand. but the problem with that is my explanations tend to be lengthy and I lose them either way 🗿 #Im. trying to work on that using examples and stuff because they seem to work the best #but if I could write everything down on a word doc and beam it into your melon that would save both of us time and embarassment #im rambling the short version is I have adhd #yapping

[lilnasxvevo]

“The Great Gatsby was so boring why did anyone even like it” THE PROSE!!!! YOU HAVE TO SAVOR IT FOR THE PROSE. IT’S THE PROSE

#yeah nothing fucking happens until the end but you should feel like you’re getting punched in the face by word choice like three times a pg #it’s the journey not the destination!!! #sorry I saw someone call TGG boring earlier today and the last post inspired me to say something #that book rearranged my molecules the first time I read it and it’s the number 1 ‘high school English class book’ that I see people complain #about #usually saying that it was boring or confusing #which I simply cannot understand. like number one it’s so SHORT how did you even have TIME to get bored or confused?? #i think that mmmmaybe it might be a case of like #some readers get bored if ‘nothing happens’ while other readers get bored if like #events aren’t presented in a way they find interesting #like a lot of people like Dracula because it’s jam-packed with action!!! #but I find the way Stoker writes to be so DEADLY boring that I fucking hated having to read that book for school #meanwhile The Great Gatsby is a lot of Nick sitting around in different rooms but Fitzy boy is a masterful writer so to me it’s a real #page turner

[gabbasposts]

My first fanfic i’m writing for Lies of P is probably my most smutty fic yet 💀 I may have ended Kinktober early, but this story might honestly make up for it 👀

#it’s a fem!reader one but don’t worry 😉 #there will definitely be some mentions of some gay shit revolving around Carlo and Romeo because honestly 🥵 #lies of p smut #gabbasdumbthoughts #need to get railed by the both of them honestly #kinktobers not over yet so leave me alone 💀 #might also have something for Romeo x male! reader because my friend is fucking feral for him #like I told him I’d write it especially for him and he gave me permission to post it when I’m finished so stay tuned for that 👀

[whumpacabra]

Girls’ Night!

Referenced kidnapping and missing persons, human trafficking mention, vague fictional politics

[Directly follows In the Dog House]

Beth tracked the truck through the city by camera, determining it was headed southwest toward the farmlands. It certainly narrowed her options, the rolling hills quiet save for the spare bellow of a cow in labor. Most places here were family owned - quiet homesteads that hadn’t moved in centuries save for fire or war. But there was one that stood out on this side of town: the Lahey horse barn.

If she was supposed to be looking for an enemy of the O’Hares, it would be that former-crime family. Their fall from grace hadn’t been, well, graceful or slow, in large part due to the youngest O’Hare turning traitor when arrested. They had plenty of motive to kidnap the poor bastard, with East as an unlucky witness.

(He wasn’t dead. It was intuition more than faith; no body had turned up and he wasn’t worth much to them dead. Or so she told herself.)

If the pair of lost boys were anywhere, they were with the Laheys. And it seemed she wasn’t the only one with that deduction.

It was hard to hide vehicles on these open roads, but the small convertible ahead of her was doing its damndest - black paint, no lights…if Beth hadn’t come up behind it in her own car she would never have seen it. Her headlights illuminated its driver for a split second, and she had a good guess as to their identity. The senior O’Hare may have been a heartless bastard who didn’t pay a ransom for his own children, but it seemed it wasn’t a hereditary trait in the family.

Both vehicles pulled over, hidden from the distant horse barn by shrubbery and a stonewall. Beth left her vehicle first - she knew the fact that she was a woman made it easier for people to trust her. (Less likely to suspect she would stab them in the back.) She was pleasantly surprised to see another woman step from the convertible, though knowledge soured the revelation.

Of course the lost sheep was looking for the latest lamb abandoned by the shepherd.

“Liza O’Hare. You’re awfully far from your latest boyfriend’s penthouse.” Beth kept her voice light, a sober undertone matched by the woman’s hard eyed appraisal. She had none of the usual finery Beth had come to associate with the wealthy grifter. She wore simple trousers and a button down shirt, with hair tired back in a tight bun. Professional.

(Beth wouldn’t admit it made her more attractive than her usual attire of tule slips or miniskirts. The agent was on the clock, after all.)

“And you are?” The thick Irish brogue rolled off her tongue with annoyance, impatience in her poster as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Agent Beth Adams. MI5.” Beth huffed, breath fogging in the cool night air. “Officially, I’m just Beth Adams tonight. Kidnappings aren’t Security Service jurisdiction.”

“Then what are you here for?” Liza’s bite was startlingly defensive, endearingly protective.

“Not your brother. Though I’m sure getting the little bastard back home alive would be a bonus.” Beth almost wished Jackson was here. Tact wasn’t her strong suit, and Liza’s suspicion was only increasing. “Friend of a friend got nabbed with your brother. I need to get him home safe, or I’ll never hear the end of it.” She took half a shuffle forward, and Liza’s hand was at her hip - surely on a readied firearm. Beth sighed, glancing at the barn in the distance. “We’re both trying to save these boys a bit of pain. I don’t know about your brother, but my friend of a friend has had more than his fair share and I’m not interested in leaving him another night with those fuckers.”

Liza’s expression was difficult to watch in the dim moonlight, but Beth could swear she saw the grifter’s eyes widened a fraction as she reached a realization.

“He won’t be there another night. Sale dropped off the listings a few hours ago. Buyer is probably coming by tonight - ”

“Sale?” Beth felt frustration simmer hot under his skin. Of course - she should have checked the human trafficking listings - “Do you know who’s buying?”

“No. But if they contacted the Laheys this quickly, they knew what, or who, they were looking for.” Liza pulled a pair of night vision binoculars from the backseat of her car, aiming them toward the barn and watching the distant movement Beth could only barely make out.

“Should I be worried that you know more about my friend of a friend than I do?” It was only half a joke - how Liza O’Hare knew East well enough to recognize him by a red market listing was a question for another time.

“Like you said both want these idiots alive and safe come morning.” Her tone changed, soft but colder. “Watch our six. Looks like there’s movement from the south.”

Liza was right, there was the almost imperceptible sheen of headlights over the distant hills. Beth took out her own binoculars, comfortable with her back to one of Europe’s most wanted. Jackson must have been rubbing off on her - trusting a criminal like this…

(To be fair, the situation was dire enough that the notorious Liza O’Hare was trusting an agent as ruthless as Beth.)

“Black BMW from the south. Rental car - might be our buyer.”

“Bad timing - black pick up truck just left with two from the barn.” Liza clicked her tongue, tossing the binoculars into her car. “They’re not here.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Why send your burliest boys away when the most dangerous part of a transaction comes up?” Liza sighed, grimacing. “Lahey is trying to stall. He lost one - or more likely both - of them and is having his boys track them down while he tries to keep the buyer busy.”

Liza was getting into her car by the time Beth realized she was meaning to leave.

“Where are you going?”

“They’re not here. I have a pretty good guess where they are, knowing my brothers. No point hanging around here.” Liza nodded her head to the passenger side of her car. “Lahey is a dead man and this barn is a dead end. We just need to get ahead of that truck and stay ahead of the buyer.”

Beth was already climbing inside the convertible, bag from her own car tossed in the back. No point trusting Liza halfway in this - they were a team. At least for tonight. She gave a sad glance to the rear view mirror, the rental car door opening but the figure too distant to see.

“What makes you so sure the buyer will kill Lahey for not having his…product immediately available?”

“Red market isn’t the kinda business where one…misplaces a sale. Best case scenario the buyer thinks Lahey is incompetent and inexperienced - which he is - and that makes him a liability. Worst case, the buyer assumes Lahey was baiting them for someone like you.”

[Directly before Professionals]

(Part of my Freelancers: Changing Tides series)

Taglist: @stargeode @sacredwrath @genuineformality

#whump #missing persons #kidnapping #human trafficking #fictional politics #help girl I made my high femme-femme fatale hotter by putting her in plainclothes and having her team up w the middle aged lesbian #...I'm thinking of going back to more non-chronological posting for this series. back to its original spirit yknow? #fuck consistency! no readers we ball. we're bouncing around the timeline to give me time to get my plot threads straight #i do want to finish this arc but...idk its looking longer than intended and I have a bunch of random bits and pieces to post #which might give my brain enough time to streamline this arc...or something idk #*hitting myself over the head w my ‘its your story write what you want when you want’ bat*

[silverislander]

i was talking to my friends abt this earlier today and while i'm still p mad abt how things worked out w the government job program it's also kind of funny if you think abt it. i sent in a resume and never heard from them again. not to confirm that they got my resume, not to offer me any interview or job whatsoever, not to tell me they're sorry but they couldn't find anything for me, just total radio silence, and because it's been a month i just kind of have to assume i didn't get selected for anything. i got ghosted by the fuckin government

#might as well have lit it on fire for all it was worth #i am still mad abt it. how are you as The Government going to decide you cant find one job im worth having around for #and not even give enough of a fuck to tell me that. not even to copy me on an automated mass reply to reject my application #and then they whine abt how they cant keep young people from leaving the province. i fucking wonder why #but you gotta laugh sometimes man #levi.txt #i am honestly very sad that the publishing company internship didnt work out. i was so hoping for that #i really thought i was a perfect candidate and it would have been a way for me to actually use my degree #but its fine i have to be over it #they also couldnt be assed to write me a rejection email :) almost nobody has #im fuckin sick of job hunting man. i genuinely want to work so bad. just give me something #i dont even need above min wage or a career™️ w lots of opportunities for advancement #i would LOVE to work at the bookstore but theyre never hiring #when i say theres nothing there is Nothing. im on 5 different websites that i check daily and there is fucking nothing

[starswallowingsea]

well other than. the tomatoes not being good. today was a pretty good day at work. we had our 5 minute presentations with the lead interpreters and they said i had a good delivery, was very intentional with my word choice, and friendly :3 they did give me things to work on too but seemed pretty happy with me. i also gave my first food program today to soooooo many kids and it actually went pretty well? all things considered? and it'll only get better from here

#shay speaks #well time to. idk. o something else. might write might fuck around and read a story for enstars or a3. idk yet

[coridallasmultipass]

well one of family never ends' author's other fics is the epilogue of course ;) but ipgd also wrote people don't do that (alphacest), homestuck watches boku no pico, and like the first uucest fic

YAASS OMG.

ANON.

Thank you.

Deeply and truly thank you. Saved me a real pain. It was People Don't Do That. Gonna reread it ASAP. I don't remember if I read the uucest one, but I powered thru a lot of fics while I was sick in Jan, and I don't remember like 90% of those two weeks. (Like, as I'm going thru the tag I'm reading now, I'll see something unclicked and go to read it, finish the fic like OMG SO GOOD, and then scroll a little more and I see my name at the top of the kudos list and it's like, wait, when tf did I read this? It was when I was sick.)

Ughhhh. I ADORE the dynamic of whichever younger Strider being the instigator, and it fits Alphacest so deliciously. (I don't even know what to say here without being so fucking overtly horny for Alpha Dave in general but that's not new lmao.)

But seriously, the scene on the roof where Dirk took Dave's underwear, like. I died. There's no other way to put it. It fucking killed me. I'm going to remember that forever, it was so good.

#anonymous #asked #hhhh ive had this text box open typing paragraphs for a while but none of that shit was relevant #i was just rambling too much abt the alpha dave in my own wip #just ugh i love in fics when dirk gets alpha dave all flustered #(i mean. bro doing that to dave too is good im not denying that) #but if its dave riling up bro that means it was something particularly nassssty which is great #like for dirk and dave the freaky bar is a higher reach #idk where im going w these tags i need to get ready for bed lmao #stridercest #seriously thank you it wouldve taken me forever to get around to finding the title #ugh i could talk for days ab alphacest hhh the hero worship is so fucking good #i dont remember which tab was scrolling that ao3 tag but im pretty sure its one i read all the way through #i havent found another open alphacest one lmao the despair when i read to the end of the tag was horrible #i might stillhave some fics i havent read yet open in the tab folder but its probably like longer stories that take me a while to start #for now tho im workin on the brodave one (and so many more lmao recently opened a tab for brodirk) #i read too much and dont write enough i couldve already been done w my wip and moved on to finishing the other wips #anyway #im cold and gonna get into bed