#I just love their dynamic

[ryssbelle]

Take it away penny!

[weirdohasleft]

Danny is like that one feral stray cat that follows Waylon around and I will stand by that fact

[the-skooma-den]

[scalonis-soldier86]

you can really tell they got this black cat (Julián) and golden retriever (Erling) energy

[catastroqueer]

i miss whiterose... *opens ao3*

[kakyogay]

I found another fic...

first thing I saw when I refreshed the pebbles tag and I love it so far.

the fic at the moment is very short but goly gosh darnit it already has my brain into thinkies.

fic author- @exx-bee

fic-

[sophsun1]

[pyromaniacbibliophile]

What if Alastor told Nifty and Rosie where he is staying after the injury and they visit every week to gossip and giggle maniacly?

[lesbianangeldust]

pray for me that I actually finish this fuckin huskerdust fic, I have not written fiction in so long and im rusty as hell

[jessescatorccio]

alice so clearly still has feelings for sam and sam is so clearly still so fond of her i love them sm

[iskalldaily]

[20] Stress

[mushyruuu]

[winterlilyarts]

A connection made in the depths

[cookiescraems]

i feel like saiki k would've been significantly better than it is if aiura's "soulmate" was teruhashi

[goatsandgangsters]

@esssteee to clarify: “Maud Blyth, Terror” is not about maud being terrified, nor is it about her leading an arctic expedition to find the northwest passage (I bet she could do it tho)

the premise of this fic is “MAUD+HAWTHORN BROTP!!” Because I needed to pass the time while I was excitedly awaiting the 3rd book, I started rewriting some Maud Blyth Chaos Moments from Jack’s Extremely Tired POV

(I’m not sure how far you are now in A Restless Truth, so I’ll keep it from an earlier section. you’re good as long as you’ve read up to chapter 11!) 

Jack ran his tongue along his front teeth, then smacked the man’s face three times in quick succession. His skin turned a pleasant dusty pink, his head sleepily rolling to the other side. But no other reaction.  Disappointing. If he was going to expend energy slapping the cheek of a man with a face like an oil painting, he should at least get the satisfaction of hearing him moan.  “A dreadful assassin, and an even worse conversationalist,” Jack said. “No manners at all.”  It had hardly been ten minutes, but already, the wait seemed interminably long for either of the girls to show up and lay claim to the handsome problem on his carpet.  Jack decided to liberate himself of his own manners, and the man of his messenger bag.

send me a wip and I’ll give you a snippet of fic

[scalonis-soldier86]

They 🩵

(the video is not mine, i just really liked it and wanted to share 🩵)