Crack idea where all the ancestors end up in modern day after dying as honey badgers
Desmond thought it was a raccoon.
In his defense, it was dark and Desmond hadn’t sleep after a grueling 12 hours shift that included drunken sorority girls hitting on him and a recently divorced drowning his sorrow with drinks asking him if he would ever consider having sex with him.
Desmond had been tempted with the amount he slurred and the promise of gifts.
Then he remembered that he wasn’t really interested in sleeping with anyone right now, not even for the sake of becoming financial secured for a few months or until the poor guy finally moved on.
He had this strange feeling that he was being watched but there was never anyone there.
He was worried that his parent’s cult had found him.
He’s still worried about it, even going as far as chickening out on getting a motorcycle license because of that eerie feeling.
His bag is all packed up and ready.
But Desmond enjoyed his life here in New York.
He was getting off-topic.
The little guy trying to climb out of the trashbin behind Desmond’s apartment building froze and stared at Desmond when he walked closer.
Desmond just wanted to get to his apartment and sleep.
The backdoor was closer to the rickety elevator than the main door and the underpaid (if that kid was even getting paid, Desmond heard his uncle was the owner of the building) young man who usually stayed in the lobby would leave the backdoor unlock so he could take a smoke break every other hour.
The ‘raccoon’ stared at him.
Desmond stared back.
Then…
It tried to get out of the bin but it seemed like one of its feet was stuck so Desmond helped it.
His mind didn’t even get to warn him how wild animals could just as easily bite him and then he’d have to get a rabies shot.
The creature didn’t bite him though.
It just kept staring at him.
And Desmond just left.
The following day, the raccoon was there by the backdoor once more and held out his front paws at him.
Desmond didn’t know why he did it but he picked it up.
And brought it home.
The second day the creature was staying in his apartment, Desmond left the window open.
Or so he thought.
He probably did, right?
It’s not like the creature was the one to leave it open.
Right?
When he returned home, the creature had multiplied.
There were now three creatures in his apartment and they all stared at Desmond and followed him around.
Three weeks after he let the three creatures (honey badgers, they were freaking honey badgers, Desmond is so embarrassed whenever he remembered he thought they were raccoons) live with him…
Two more honey badgers appeared.
He was sure that he didn’t leave the window open this time.
He stared at the one with the red ribbon (he needed a way to distinguish them so they were now: Red, White and Blue) and dryly stated, “They’re the last ones, okay? I’m not adopting anymore.”
Desmond’s mental state might not be as stable as he assumed because he was pretty sure the honey badgers stared back at him and he could hear it say “you didn’t adopt us, we adopted you, idiot.”
Desmond guessed this was his life now.
He can only console himself with the thoughts that he was probably still not the weirdest person in New York at the moment.
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Eddie during a Q&A where he specially asked his fans to ask him questions about his marriage: Oh, just saw the question who proposed to who and-
Steve, loudly off-camera: I proposed to him and he said no!
Eddie: …first of all, you couldn’t even get gay married at the time. And second, I said no because I-
Steve: He said no because he wanted to propose to me and then DIDN’T
Eddie: I did!
Steve: A year later.
Eddie: I had to plan! I had to prep! I wasn’t going to halfass our gay fake wedding!
Eddie: And, just for your information, internet! He’s complaining and he’s making me look bad but do you know what he did? Do you know what he did the next day? I put together this beautiful ceremony with all our friends and family and you know what he did the very next day?
Eddie: He went to the courthouse and married a woman!
Steve: …Well that was for tax benefits
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Watching The Corkscrew Job and just ...
Eliot trusting Parker and Hardison enough to go into a situation where he's about to have no oxygen. He would hear over the comms that they're facing down henchmen who are trying to stop them. He doesn't know how long it'll take for them to get air flow happening again.
But there's an innocent person to protect and he has faith in his partners. Faith enough to willingly risk his life time and time again - not just in this instance, but all the others we see over the course of the show. Because Eliot knows that Parker and Hardison will do whatever it takes to protect him, just as he protects them.
There's just something so profound about not even having enough air to draw breath - but it doesn't matter, because you know your partners are out there, fighting to get that next breath to you. And it might take longer than expected. It might not go smoothly, hell, it might not even work at all. But it doesn't matter because your faith in these people is greater than the instincts screaming for oxygen.
Eliot can't breathe without them. But he's used to that - he's been living this way for years already. So he holds his breath and trusts.
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omg ur blog is being called out in the comments of averageanimangaenjoyer tiktok video :(( (by commenters, not the creator) titled “people don’t make fanfics anymore they don’t make full length stories, they just try to post $mut fics” and they’re talking about how they burn out and put out a new one
REPORTED THEM FOR HATE SPEECH
PLSSS WHY DID THIS MAKE ME GIGGLE 😭 And honestly, I was going to respond with a silly werewolf meme like usual, but I genuinely want to take the time out to say that some people treat fanfic writers like content farms and it's disgusting.
Like this is not directed or hate towards the creator or ANYONE really, because everyone has their own opinion - but you have to understand that you're NOT obligated to content.
Feeling burnt out? Valid and I feel you, I really do. Dislike my content and want a 200k+ slow burn angst instead? That's great! Block me and write your own then.
Just stop hating on fic writers who spend hours upon hours of time and effort to write, edit, and share something they love for FREE.
You don't have to like every fic, but I saw some of the comments on that video and they were fr disheartening talking trash about not just me, but writers in general that just want to contribute something they love towards a fandom - be it smut or one-shots or SMAU. Again, content for FREE - no one is entitled to anything. Write your own if you want something so bad.
And once more, this is NOT shade so don't send hate to anyone. Quite frankly I'm not even upset (gen), this is just my perspective.
In the end, we're all just silly people with our silly interests so can we all just get along?
But yeah, sorry for rambling, and thanks for standing up for me lovely MWAH <33 💗💗
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