#lol anyway back to reading

[emberglowfox]

birds of a feather

[expelliarmus]

[unproduciblesmackdown]

Lackadaisy Enrichment

[super-nova5045]

sylvia plath, todd anderson and virginia woolf (aka ACTUAL tortured poets) watching taylor “im breaking up with my boyfriend for his intense depression and blaming it on him, im dating a racist who enjoys watching woc being brutalized and harasses young woc artists, i sent my fans out on a hate train to attack a young woc actress for a line she had to say as part of her job to show how mentally ill her character was, im dating a maga supporter, i refuse to say anything about a current genocide despite being the most influential person in the world right now, i am a billionaire, i fly 13 minute flights and have the highest carbon emission of any celebrity, i am a known white feminist who only speaks about issues when it affects me and has constantly let my fans get away with extreme racism and even encouraged it by associating myself with known racists” swift call herself a tortured poet (her writing sounds like a bunch of thesaurus words slapped over gabba hanna and rupi kaur-esque poetry that was created purely as a trinket for an edgy pinterest board)

[scalierpepper]

Gave my pfp a bit of a glow up!!

Neat to see the one year improvement

[choccy-milky]

Finally had time to catch up on the raven and the snake. I am just in awe of everything.

Also, I kinda like Clora hanging out with Garreth and Leander. (don't kill me 🤐)

aw thank you!!🥹💖💖im happy to hear it! and NO i wont kill you, you are so right. the garreth/leander/clora hangout was my fav part of the chapter and also the most fun part to write, and it gave me an appreciation for the leander and garreth dynamic, which is amazing

i now headcanon their relationship like brothers LMAO, garreth constantly badgering leander and getting on his nerves, while leander is just exasperated in dealing with him (BUT IN A FRIENDLY WAY) theyre like characters in a sitcom tbh BAHAHA (and to anyone wondering, im gonna TRY to have the next chap up within the first week of feb!🙏 ive just been busy with the dark relic comic + work + and now i feel a bit under the weather. ive been sleeping almost nonstop for the past 2 days LOL oop)

[nedlittle]

every single explanation for why mikey wasn't decrepit but was covered in blood is insane like

he's a vampire and is draining the other three of youth

it was for his own safety. if he went on stage in all his 2005 scene queen half of jersey all of warped tour glory the seismic shockwave of two dozen nostalgia bait emo bandman dissolving their marriages for a chance with that sopping wet twink would have levelled nevada

bad ending where instead of the band breaking up and mikey getting help they drag the band's shambling corpse around until mikey dies young. pulling back the curtains on how unhappy and unhealthy they all were during the era that wwwyf is trying to capitalize off. you want us to keeping going back to 2005 for the sake of your nostalgia? okay mikey's fucking dead now (makes me unbelievably upset to consider but exactly the kind of shit they'd pull)

he died in normandy

[its-flame-art]

“wait a minute. wait a minute, Doc. ah... are you telling me that you built a time machine...out of a DeLorean?”

[mttonex]

joanfucius if one of them was a zombie and they killed people for body parts (lisa frankenstein au)

bonus doodles :3

[tickle-fight-club]

Does radioapple go brrrr or crackle crackle🤔

[shit-talker]

Roach makes a tiktok rating the signatures the 141 use on their emails;

"Regarding question, please refrain, Lt Riley"

Roach : Very in character for the big man, unfortunately it was in regards to a question of requesting leave so. 4/10.

"Your brother in Christ, Sg Garrick"

Roach : Wonderful form. Made me laugh. Solid score. 7/10

"Stay positive and test negative guys, Sg McTavish"

Roach : Covid jokes are always funny, but he's made this one several times now, and I'm bored of it. 3/10 for fuckery.

"Don't fuck this up you little enabling shits, Cpt Price"

Roach : Hilarious. Our group chat is now titled "little enabling shits" not very professional from the captain. Still 9/10.

"We will discuss more later, SC Laswell."

Roach : Terrifying. Actually, bone chilling. Scared all of us so much. 10/10 for pure fear.

"Eat my ass, Sg Riley xx."

Roach : This one's super old now, but I love it, so it's staying here. 11/10. Gods speed, Si.

[sinusoidaldisfunction]

Blister. Twisted Sister.

[twisting-in-wonderland]

the presumed problem Lilia vs the Actual problem Jade....

(inedible food vs poisoned food... battle of the ages...

who'd you pick to cook for you,,,?)

[beanwood]

*bounces* "I don't know what to do"

[pizzaqueen]

Oh, look! It’s another first kiss ficlet 🙈 approx 450 words / shameless fluff

The cassette clicks softly as it turns over, blank tape gently hissing before the next song comes in with a blast of drums and guitar; Eddie looks at Steve sitting beside him on the floor at the foot of Eddie’s bed. Steve has his eyes closed, head dipping side to side not quite in time with the music, not like he lacks rhythm—the fingers drumming on his knee are keeping perfect time—but like he’s lost in the song.

It takes a moment for Eddie to realize Steve’s softly humming, but when he does he smiles. He shifts his weight onto one side, propping an elbow on his bed, and just looks at Steve. The dusk light sloping through the window catches on the long sweep of his eyelashes, renders the shape of him in bright gold.

Steve’s eye cracks open and he looks at Eddie. “What?”

“Nothing.” Eddie looks at Steve a moment longer, then he slides his elbow off the mattress, turns so he’s facing the same way as Steve again. He lets his head rest back against his bed, closes his eyes. “This is such a fucking good song.”

“Yeah.”

“I really wanna kiss you, right now, man.” Eddie keeps his eyes closed a moment longer, heart beating time with the music, before he opens them and chances a look at Steve.

Steve’s brows are raised, but they slowly settle the longer he looks at Eddie. His eyes dip and he presses his lips together, tongue between them.

Eddie doesn’t move, not even when Steve does, leaning his weight on one hand on the floor between them, bringing him closer to Eddie. It’s not until Steve tilts his chin up, pressing his mouth softly to Eddie’s, that Eddie moves. He pushes forward, deepening the kiss, part of him not daring to believe this is real, but most of him slowly sinking into it.

Steve angles Eddie’s face with a hand cupped to his jaw, and Eddie threads his fingers through Steve’s hair, pulling gently, and Steve moans into the kiss. Or maybe it’s Eddie. Maybe it’s both of them.

When they part, Steve blinks, running a hand over the back of his neck, turning away with a small smile. His teeth peek out, stark white against the pink of his lips, and he huffs softly.

Eddie drinks some of his beer, the cold metal of the can a shock against his lips after the warmth of Steve’s mouth. He smiles, catches Steve’s eye, then smiles wider when Steve smiles back.

An easy silence settles over them and they sit there side by side, legs tangled together as they listen to the music and share their secret smiles.

[emberglowfox]

closing time