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man i really love meowmeow and master jinsheesh
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One for the Road, ch. 12
happy 🚗 OFTR Summer!! 🚗 read it here on ao3.
brain is fried so i'll make this post quick xD i've been working hard on the next chapter and it's ready to goooo! thank you so much to @toweroftunes and @chichirichick for the beta!!
start of the chapter is under the cut!
June 2013
Once again, Soul finds himself fully unsure of whether he’ll make it through this trip in one piece.
He’d had the noblest of intentions, offering to take the couch. But now that there is no couch, he feels like a prey animal, staring down the bed with wide eyes and hoping that this whole situation doesn’t swallow him alive.
He’s not even walking on eggshells; he’s trying to levitate past them. He wants to obliterate the knowledge of the existence of eggshells from his mind.
Maka is doing the opposite, just stomping right through them and trying her absolute best to ignore the crunch. She tosses her bag on the left side of the bed with would-be ease before grabbing her things and escaping to the bathroom to shower.
Soul sinks onto the bed, duffel slipping off his shoulder and onto the floor. The bed sags beneath him, an accurate mirror of his overburdened mind. Maybe he should just go back to the car, that would be… better. They’ve just started to fix things, and-
Okay, no. He’s gotta be cool. This is fine. They’ve already slept together in the car, in other hotel rooms, in–
It dawns on him that slept together is a bad verbiage to fixate upon. In response to this revelation, he fishes his headphones out of his bag and slams them over his ears, trusting them once more to disrupt his errant thoughts.
Read the rest on ao3 😎!!
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sometimes i say “i think” but actually i know. on account of being the knower.
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One for the Road, ch. 12
happy 🚗 OFTR Summer!! 🚗 read it here on ao3.
brain is fried so i'll make this post quick xD i've been working hard on the next chapter and it's ready to goooo! thank you so much to @toweroftunes and @chichirichick for the beta!!
start of the chapter is under the cut!
June 2013
Once again, Soul finds himself fully unsure of whether he’ll make it through this trip in one piece.
He’d had the noblest of intentions, offering to take the couch. But now that there is no couch, he feels like a prey animal, staring down the bed with wide eyes and hoping that this whole situation doesn’t swallow him alive.
He’s not even walking on eggshells; he’s trying to levitate past them. He wants to obliterate the knowledge of the existence of eggshells from his mind.
Maka is doing the opposite, just stomping right through them and trying her absolute best to ignore the crunch. She tosses her bag on the left side of the bed with would-be ease before grabbing her things and escaping to the bathroom to shower.
Soul sinks onto the bed, duffel slipping off his shoulder and onto the floor. The bed sags beneath him, an accurate mirror of his overburdened mind. Maybe he should just go back to the car, that would be… better. They’ve just started to fix things, and-
Okay, no. He’s gotta be cool. This is fine. They’ve already slept together in the car, in other hotel rooms, in–
It dawns on him that slept together is a bad verbiage to fixate upon. In response to this revelation, he fishes his headphones out of his bag and slams them over his ears, trusting them once more to disrupt his errant thoughts.
Read the rest on ao3 😎!!
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ilysm for these tags Silly ;; <3 ty for the support hehe
anytime, my dear!! ❤️❤️✨
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snippet sunday
I see my beloved @silluuuu post snippet sundays every week (or it sure seems that way) and I always wanna participate but I've been in a dry spell for soooo long. but I just registered that it IS sunday and I've been writing all fucking weekend? so here is a snippet from the DIA fic I've been working on the most today <33 (maybe it's a little more than a snippet, but. shh. I really like this scene.)
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“Means I’m whipped,” Simon sighed, his smile returning. “Like you wouldn’t fucking believe, Donnie boy. I mean, she’s the only reason I think I’m surviving in here.”
Donnie’s grin only broadened as Simon talked. “Aw, Simonnnn,” he sing-songed, in this lilting, babying tone, like Simon was some sort of kitten he’d just found in a cardboard box in the rain. “Never thought I’d see the day, man.”
“I know, I know,” Simon groaned, leaning back and letting his head fall backwards. He screwed his eyes shut and ran his hands up his face, but he couldn’t wipe the smile away. “It’s so unpunk. It’s the least punk I’ve ever been. It’s pathetic, and I can’t fuckin’ help it.”
It crossed his mind that he might never admit this to anyone else on earth but Donnie, except maybe Patty, if he was in the right mood (which was to say, if he had just the right buzz going), and she asked him directly.
“Nahhh, you fuckin’ kiddin’ me, man?” Donnie laughed. “’S punk as fuck, you in love. John Q.’s never been harder.”
“Yeah?” Simon laughed openly at that, himself, leaning forward to actually look at Donnie again. “How you figure?”
“’Cause, man, look at you,” Donnie answered. “How many years we known each other? And I’ve never seen you happier than with her, or talkin’ about her. Even takin’ fuckin’ prison into the equation. Maybe on molly, once or twice, but that’s not really the same.”
“And happy’s fuckin’ punk now, is it?” Simon snorted, but he was charmed, somehow, by Donovan’s easy confidence about it all. “Scene musta changed since I got in here.”
“You even remember you own songs?” Donnie teased. “Whole fuckin’ world out there that thrives on keeping you miserable, Simon. ’S punk to see that, to get angry, to fight back. Punk as shit to find happiness in spite of it all. Fall in love. ’Specially with another total punk rocker like Patty. She ain’t softened you up, man. You guys make each other even stronger.”
Simon sat back in his chair again, still smiling, but regarding Donnie with genuine surprise now. Because that was all kind of cheesy for him, and because it was convincing anyway, and not least of all because it was one of the longest and most intelligent, cohesive statements he’d heard Donnie make in years.
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I'm not gonna tag anyone but if you wanna post a snippet of something you're working on you totally should <33
#ahhh i've missed mouse writing on my page and in my life!!!!#i do not go here (YET) but i am lovin' the words#thank you so much for this snippet gift i smiled so big when i saw you tagged me <3
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Snippet Sunday
Thanks for the tag @silluuuu <33 more X files fic this week
“It was probably a squirrel or something, not some supposed alien that's been in these woods since the 70's.” “A squirrel? At this time of night? Besides a white one?” he asks, as he peers over the small stone wall. “Weirder things have happened. And albinism, while uncommon, isn't unheard of Mulder. Squirrels have something like a one in one hundred thousandth of a chance of having a albino pup. And people like them so much that colonies of them have sprung up in certain areas.” “And are any of those colonies in Massachusetts?” Scully sighs, “not to my knowledge, no.”
tagging @vautour-coccinelle-serpent and @chickycherrycola this week :3
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snippet sunday!!
thanks for the tag @worldismyne! it's One for the Road summer babeyyyy! here's a snippet from ch. 12:
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“What’s the occasion?” she asks with a tired smile, digging in with her fork.
“I can’t cook by myself sometimes?” he asks, feigning indignance.
“I like cooking with you, though.” She laughs and then, when she registers the way it tastes: “Oh, nice. Where’s this recipe from?”
“I dunno, found it online,” he says with a shrug.
“It’s delicious,” she says with a smile. “But I could’ve helped! Just interrupt me next time.”
“At my own fucking risk,” he says. At her eye roll, he adds: “I’m serious! You try breaking you out of study mode. I’d rather take all my exams again.”
She sighs, leaning back against the couch. “That’s exactly how I feel right now.”
“...How’s that?”
“It feels like I’m taking all of my exams again.” She points down at her workbook. “I just finished, and now I’ve got the biggest test. The most important one, you know?”
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hiii @toweroftunes @chickycherrycola @blackbloodteeth @memethebum and anyone else, feel free to post somethin'!
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A cosmic tribute to my current favourite comment in YouTube history
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check out the mourning doves’ new single “hooOOOO hoo hoo hoo” if you get the chance. sound of the summer.
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1D OMEGAVERSE NONCON was what took out AO3
so, we all suffered through ao3’s recent downtime:

so i got curious, because i was bookmarking things when the site went down and wouldn’t it be funny if i was the one who broke it lmao (😔no it wasn’t me but i helped)
https://archiveofourown.org/bookmarks/2147483647 is this

absolutely iconic 10/10 no notes good job team 😂
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Maka and Soul realizing they were in love with each other for the first time and became horrified
i loved doodling this, even tho it took me too long HAHA
from right to left ( there's numbers at the corners to help!)
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