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[devilledminion]

What is the key to enjoying life? (x)

[userirvingb]

[transbeeduo]

65K Note C!Crunch

[kkshowtunes]

google citing ao3 as a source is so unhinged

[ginpotts]

THE HOT SPOT 01 ✧ daily life with the unknown

[cthulhubert]

Oh, I endorse that! I'll reblog just-

Ah. I see. So the cycle of abuse continues.

[degenerateshinji]

CHAP 3 OUT AAA THEYRE SO CUTESY

[roosterseresin]

hunting days are done

the hangster new moon au, but team jacob // explicit // 54k

back in Forks for the first time in 15 years, bradley comes to terms with the injury that pulled him from the skies, jake seresin: his first love and the ex he never got over, and the wolves whose howling won't let him sleep.

[Read on AO3]

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

OH GOD IT’S FINALLY FINISHED

At last, The Gang Plays D&D is complete! *collapses* I know a lot of people seemed excited for this one so I hope it lives up to expectations. I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope that I also was able to do it in such a way that even if you know nothing about tabletop roleplaying, you’re able to understand what’s going on with the game.

Anyway knock yourselves out! I’m going to go have a nap.

Title: Descendants of Cyrano

Rating: E

Pairing: Buck/Eddie

Words: 55,312

Summary:

People have their characters romance each other all the time while playing Dungeons & Dragons. There's deep meaningful monologues and sometimes some crying. It's normal.

"Normal" is definitely not the word for whatever Buck and Eddie are inflicting on the rest of the 118.

[uhohdad]

Kippercos - Tiktok

[socpensno1fan]

l8 nite socpens. hello scorpzone chatters. rtvsfundraiser.live!!!! tube in!!!!

[campbyler]

i hope that you all enjoy and that the wait was worth it!! it is 1am and i feel insane. GOODNIGHT MWAAAH

[thompsborn]

darling, won't you take me home?

chapter two: i know that you make me better

The first picture Harley takes is while they're studying at the diner.

He's not sure what convinces him that this is the perfect moment to capture, isn't sure what makes his fingers twitch towards his phone, but he's sitting across from Peter and he's been entirely too aware of his crush since he realized it, and he finds it very difficult to not think about it—about his feelings—about Peter every second of the day. Taking pictures is something he likes to do, blurry snapshots of random moments that he wants to remember. Nothing as nice looking at the photography Peter sells to the Daily Bugle, but images that Harley can look at and smile.

Living with Harry, he's already snagged plenty of insane looking candid shots of him, and a handful of photos of Gwen, as well—but he hasn't gotten any of Peter yet, mostly because of the fact that he didn't think they had really become friends until the week of Halloween, but now they're not just friends. No, they're friends and Harley has an embarrassing crush on him that Harry keeps teasing him about.

Which is annoying, and also, admittedly, sometimes, kind of funny.

But they're at the diner and Peter is sitting across from him, textbook splayed open with his notebook next to it, pen in one hand, the other cradling his chin as he leans his elbow against the table. Harley doesn't care for English classes, but doing the assignments feels easier with Peter—which is ironic, because Harley knows that Peter's plans consist of multiple STEM degrees, yet he's got a knack for knocking essays out with ease whenever he gives himself the time to, and he's pretty damn good at helping Harley with his, too.

He wants to ask—but first he picks up his phone, unable to help himself as he admires Peter, snapping a quick picture and setting it back down before asking, "Have you thought about an English degree? Or, like, something similar?"

Peter looks up, nose scrunched up on his face. "Absolutely not."

"You're good at it," Harley tells him, shrugging. "I just thought you might have some interest in it or something. Pretty sure you're the only reason I'm not failing."

The end of Peter's mouth twitches up—he's been odd since the Halloween party, sometimes fully present, able to smile more, laugh easier; sometimes closed off and quiet, completely dazed, like he's sitting here but he's not really here. Right now, he seems to be having a good day. "You wouldn't be failing," he says, shaking his head.

Harley makes a face. "Sure, yeah. I'd be passing. With a C-, probably."

Peter rolls his eyes and huffs a soft laugh, turning his eyes back to his notebook, jotting down a few notes as he reads through the short story that they've been assigned to write a responding analysis to. Harley doesn't know how Peter's able to focus on the short story—Harley tried reading it, but the words started floating around the page about halfway through. The story itself is good, to be fair, and Harley does enjoy reading, but something about the font and the layout of the textbook makes his brain want to clock out as soon as he sets his eyes on it.

But Peter is scanning over the words, jotting down notes and quotes and whatever else he finds fitting. Harley doesn't look at his own book. Instead, he continues to watch Peter for a moment and then asks, "Do you like to read?"

"Mm." Peter finishes the sentence he was writing, then looks back up at Harley with a slight frown. "Kind of," he says, words coming out a little bit slow. "I mean, yeah, but, uh… I didn't really appreciate it until one of my friends in high school and I got closer. She loves to read, and we had our English classes together, so she helped me and it kinda opened my eyes a bit, I guess." He shrugs, kind of clunky as his gaze drops back to the table with his frown deepening. "I don't really read for fun," he says. "But I can, like… enjoy it, you know? When I do read stuff."

This is the second time Peter has mentioned a friend that he doesn't seem to have anymore—he'd brought up his Aunt May and an old friend at the Halloween party, when he said that he doesn't like Thanksgiving. Harley's crush makes him want to ask to know more. His curiosity makes him want to dig for the information himself.

He does neither. "I think I forgot how to read," he says instead, looking down at his own textbook with a scowl. "None of these look like words."

Peter snorts. Harley's gay little heart flutters at the sound.

It's definitely a good day.

[notwritinganyflufftoday]

Snippet Sunday

it's Sunday again!!

At the end of the mountain path is a crossroads with a signpost. Sasha jumps off his bike and grabs one of the pebbles out of his coin pouch. He begins to tie a piece of rope in knots around it, securing it tightly.

"What are you doing?"

"Wanderlust was a wandering God, meaning that They didn't have any shrines dedicated to Them. Instead, what people did was tie pebbles around signposts to signify that they too are going on a journey. Some people would use pebbles from their home, so Wanderlust could see how far they'd gone, others would collect pebbles from all over the land and spread them far and wide," Sasha explains and throws his coin pouch at Faro, "I've been collecting pebbles for a long time, a very long time."

Faro looks inside of the bag and then back at Sasha. "You," he speaks in what almost sounds like admiration, "you've been carrying these all this time. Hidden in plain sight."

"What better way to make others believe I worship Lady Odila," Sasha says with a grin, finishing his last knot, before tying the pebble to the signpost. "and pretend like I have lots of coins, when I am in fact, flat broke."

Sasha can't see Faro's reaction, but he can hear his chuckle.

He finishes tying the rope with a double knot, making sure that it's extra tightly strung.

"There we go, it's not perfect, but-"

"It's perfect."

Sasha looks over to Faro in surprise and is even more surprised at the glimmer in his eyes. They're like two twinkling stars staring back at him.

Taglist: @fromthenortheast, @foxgloves-garden, @sarandipitywrites, @northwyrm, @trixierosewrites,

@walkman-cat, @sparrow-orion-writes, @seastarblue, @aloeverawrites

[honkshoo-zzz]

eepy and sleeby

[randoapproaches]

chat did i forget to mention that ive been writing a ruikasa and emunene fanfic that's currently like 55k words long and i just uploaded a new chapter to it?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56913637/chapters/165536593