#yea i really like this fic

[old-desert]

Ah yes, hooman Loop

^ early concept

[1pcii]

I love how zolu fics that included marriage are usually between two extremes:

Either they got married in their solo sailing days/before meeting nami and have been married the whole time.

Or they're going through the slowest of slowest burns ever spanning the entirety of one piece and vow to get married after they fulfill their dreams.

Edit: fic recs in the notes

[maladaptivewriting]

i need someone to recommend a fic to me, either wolfstar, jegulus or drarry, where one character loses their memory and forgets their relationship and actually fucking gets the memories back

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Gotta say, of all the protagonists in mxtx books, shen yuan is the most relatable. Why? I too would read an absolutely god awful trash terrible webnovel for the sole person of bitching about it.

[naonap]

hi bsd community i just wanted to remind you all that irl dazai liked to paint because i need more media (fanfics, fanarts, animatics, whatever) where he's painting please please please

[simmyfrobby]

― “There are Mornings", Lisel Mueller

hockey poetry post fic rec 67/?

upon our reality

by @sequestering

"You're not see Sid?" Zhenya prompts when it's become apparent that Kris isn't going to elaborate on his own.

Kris is slow to reply again.

Zhenya flexes his fingers over the corner of the counter, watching the play of shadows over the surface.

"Not since the season ended."

(zhenya doesn't trust sid. that's the awful truth of it.)

[devondespresso]

writing my silly little fic and again im struck with how much opportunities they missed by pretending the s2 stancy breakup wasn't messy, specifically for Nancy's guilt about barb and forcing herself to grow up too fast

like s1 Nancy spends one night being a stupid teenager goofing off at her boyfriend's party and staying over to get spicy while Barb goes home. then she later realizes Barb disappeared and died that one night she was letting go and having fun. this is widely recognized trauma for her and informs a lot if not most of her actions through the rest of the show

in season 2 she's feeling the weight of it more around the first year anniversary. steve trys to help by taking her to a party to forget for a little while and 'be stupid teenagers' for a night. a perfectly set up parallel already

the way the show wants it to go, we get the bullshit argument, they fight, allegedly break up at some point, and nancy sleeps with Jonathan. later steve tells her to go with him and we're supposed to read it as Steve stepping back so jancy can happen. we're supposed to be seeing this as a happy ending.

but with the material we're given this would have been the perfect place for an emotional repeat of season 1 for nancy. she and steve go to the party and pretend to be stupid teenagers for the night. but oh no! nancy lets lose too much, lets herself relax and drink and dance, and the next day her boyfriend's pissed. hes saying she said things she never remembered saying and its hurt him and she doesn't know what to do. and kids around school are talking about them breaking up at the party, and that fits with Steve's anger she saw, so they must've broken up right? it sucks, even if she wasn't in love with him, that'd be the worst way to break up with someone (especially if she's confusing platonic and romantic feelings or convincing herself it has to be romantic when she really just values him as a friend)

and then she doesn't have time to work it out, she needs to go with Jonathan to avenge barbs 'disappearance' to give her family closure. She's got a lot of conspiracy shit to do and its stressful. so when murray starts going off about how she's not really in love with steve, how she actually likes Jonathan and he seems to like her back. they finished a lot of the hard work with the conspiracy stuff, she can let her guard down and have a quick good night.

then the next day is chaos. demodogs and labs and will being possessed. It a rough fucking day. Steve tells her to go with Jonathan while they get the mindflayer out of Will, civil like they're on good terms so she does (and thank god she did because that was rough and they needed all the help they could get)

and then everything's fine again, with the upside down. and it looks like she handled things better this time, was about to relax occasionally and still made it through.

except apparently she and steve didn't break up. he thought it was just a few fights, that they put their shit aside for the apocalypse and now they can work things out.

and it could ruin nancy. a year later and she's still hasn't learned her lesson, that letting her guard down hurts the people she cares about, that relaxing and having fun makes her lose people. its her fault for the messy breakup with Steve and its her fault that barb is gone. she's the reason she's lost friends close to her, 2 for 2, and now she only has Jonathan left (and what do you know, season 3 has her conflict with Jonathan and in season 4 she's not let anyone else get truly close to her and fred still dies)

you see what i mean?? by having conflict magical resolve itself in the background we loose so much powerful, painful character drama for her. our girl who thinks she has to keep the world around her up solely on her shoulders because she can't handle the loss of her best friend in season 1. Nancy who desperately wants to be normal and have people she loves but keeps losing them, through factors both in and out of her control, but feels like everything has to be her fault just because some things were.

and to be fair, that story is still present in the show. its there and definitely compelling, but it could've been even more so. i feel like if maybe there was less 'nancy has to be a strong independent girlboss' in there (abd it's definitely there, they want to make a point of making her a Strong Woman Character so bad) and she was allowed to have mistakes acknowledged by the narrative, this is the direction it would've gone. She could've been an excellent example of well written women who are strong and awesome through their own right instead of the narrative trying to make us like her

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋!𝖻𝖺𝗃𝗂 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗒, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾.

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾. }

・❥・

Dressed in a baby blue glittery two piece that shined beautifully, captivating him. A voice in his ear warns him of getting distracted, telling him to ‘Focus on the mission.’ He glances off to the side catching a glimpse of his now black haired partner mumbling an “Of course… I’m just trying to blend in.”

Eyes once again glued to you as your back faces the pole, arm above your head wrapped around it as you whine your hips sensually, making eye contact with him urging him closer with your finger. The nagging ‘Be on the lookout!’ coming through his earpiece not being heard through the trance you put him in.

Light purple led lights on your dark skin accentuated your figure, he could hear nothing. Not the shouting and catcalls of the men that begged for your attention, the complaining of his partner, nor the sound of his own heartbeat, everything faded to white noise.

The money rained down on you in slow motion, making you look like a goddess—one that stopped time or something else his brain couldn’t come up with for an on par ethereal comparison in the moment. He watched you walk down from the stage signaling one of the buff men that stood by your platform, not too close but not too far, to collect your money.

You approached leisurely circling him, your tall clear heels clacking with your every footstep, you trail your hand across his waist, giving him shivers that he wouldn’t let have the satisfaction of pushing through as you stood in front of him. Black stiletto nails caressed his collarbone sliding down his silk shirt stopping at his belt buckle, you fluttered your mink lashes looking into his brown eyes, a cheesy smile displayed on your lips from seeing him starstruck.

“So I seen you been eyeing me all night, is it too bold of me to assume you’d want a private dance baby~” Your slight accent had him throwing all caution to the wind as he smirked back, canines gleaming under the low lights. “Course not sweetheart ‘s the only thing I been looking forward to since I got here.”

You chuckle at his charm. “That so?” “Definitely.” Your hand held his as you smile. “Then let’s go.” You lead the way to your private room when he finally hears his partner in his head. “Get your head in the game! We have a job to do Intel said that he’s only here tonight. This is the last chance we have to catch the Bandit here tonight before he moves again.”

He turns his head towards the crowded area, faking like he was looking around before speaking softly. “I am Chifuyu just gimme five minutes I’ve got extra business to handle.” He hears the sarcastic scoff of a “Yea right.” focusing his attention on you leading him, his eyes follow the switch of your hips which has him biting his lips imagining inappropriate things.

You approach a door, the name ‘BABY’ in bold f/c letters adorning it, a tall caramel skinned slim man with dreads, arms folded under his pecs planted near, watching you and the male walk up. “Applejacks you can go imma be a few minutes.”

You watch him size the guy beside you, eyes scrunched in uncertainty. “You sure Baby?” You waved him off, a hand on your jutted out hip as you rolled your eyes. “‘Course I’m good don’t you got other business to deal with anyways?” He sighed coming off of the wall. “Yea right. Call if you need anything.” You giggle opening your door pushing in the sandy beige skinned, black haired dude you’ve yet to ask the name of. “..And no interruptions please and thank you.”

You blew a kiss at Applejacks before closing the door leading your sexy stranger to sit in the seat in the middle of the room, a different more lax song played through the speakers, you caress your body in front of him before taking a seat in his lap as your beau began to speak.

“So…Baby? That’s your name? What’s it really?” You let out a soft hum grinding your ass to his pelvis. “Nah that’s just my nickname. I can’t give my name out to my customers sorry boo~ What’s yours?”

He wished he could feel your smooth skin through his slacks, to rub on you and do inexplicable things and have you in unspoken positions, but he settled for his hands on your hips guiding your movements he still has to focus on his job after all.

“Uggh~ My friends call me Eddy.” You pleasantly exhale grabbing one of his hands leading it to your breast squeezing his hand on top of yours making him get the memo. You leaned back, lips on his neck under his ear, softly kissing it making him groan as you pull away from his lap slowly, his long hair tickling your face causing him to chase after you before you pressed your hand on his chest, lightly pushing him back into the seat.

You stand behind him one hand gliding your sharp nails up his chest the other slid around his neck as you press on kisses, the sound of your voice speaking to him bring him back down from cloud 9, his eyes fluttering back as he groans. “So what brought you to the club? Business or pleasure?”

You laugh at the look of bliss on his face before continuing. “I’m pretty sure I know which one it is cuz you ain’t give me a bill yet.” He blinked realizing he hasn’t. “Yea sorry bout that Sweetface. I came here strictly for business-”

He pauses grabbing your hand from his shoulder pulling you around to him, sitting you on his lap. “But I don’t mind a lil pleasure neither.” He smiles at your giggle before you speak again making his ears ring.

“Yea you’re supposed to be here looking for the Bandit? Right?” He opened his mouth to say a code word or anything but he was frozen, chills going through his spine. “Don’t worry about bothering that partner of yours, I don’t wanna have to mess up his face too bad..he’s too pretty.”

He stutters completely shocked getting ready to push you off of him before he felt a cool object on his neck that could only be described as a steel blade. ‘Where’d you even get it from?’ pedals through his brain riddled with frustration .

“Aht aht aht cooperate or my boys won’t hold back. Your partner’s pretty but he’s not that pretty.” The brunet stuttered out ‘What’s’ and ‘How’s’ before you interrupted his ongoing crisis. “Why does everyone automatically assume ‘the Bandit’ is male huh?”

You took his earpiece out wiping it on his shirt before putting it in your ear tapping it twice before hearing a little feedback. You smile at the shocked Eddy, fixing his hair, a stiletto pushing a few strands behind his ear tapping his cheek with the tips of your fingers, he could feel the subtle sharp pokes of your nails.

“Apple? You there?” You hear a ‘Yea’ coming from the other end as you got off of the stunned man who held his balled up fist at his side, heading towards the only dresser in room.

“You touch me and one word’ll have your buddy surrounded with slow singing and flower bringing over a closed casket.” You opened the draw pulling out your custom baby blue glock checking the clip making sure it’s loaded before reassembling it taking the safety off scoffing as you continue your rant from earlier.

“Like men will find any and every way.. it’s ridiculous.” You look at the man in the chair. “Before it was ‘the Bandit’ it was Baby Bandit. Did you know that Agent Keisuke? Probably not huh?” You watch his eyes widen in surprise of you knowing his name and the new information, he’s a little ashamed of himself for still wanting you.

You gasp sarcastically your glock covering your mouth. “Oh you didn’t know huh? That you’re in my club? You think someone wouldn’t notice pigs in their own club? You tracked in mud the second your foot stepped through my threshold.”

You walk towards him sitting on his lap once again, flipping your weave from your face, the hand holding your gun slung across his shoulder as he tensed under you, your head tilted to the side a little, unwavering smile still pulling him in. “Soo we’re here now… What did you want with me?”

He opens his mouth to speak before you put your gun to his lips silencing him, your finger coming to your own lips in the shushing motion, he could hear the static coming from his earpiece. “Aight tell Zoe and Pablo help you load up the car…” You glance at the man who’s lap you’re on, your playful grin taunting him.

“Take the pretty boy with you, he better be in tip-top shape too.” You pull out a zip tie you also got from the dresser banding his hands together as you got up pulling him with you.

“No sudden movements or noise. You already know the consequences. You and your little g-man is coming with me we’re gonna have a lot of fun…” He followed you towards the door noticing a cute coat that you were putting on tucking the gun inside a pocket that ended just above your knees, finally able to really look you in your eyes, a beautiful brown that he could tell was mocking him making his lip curl.

“…Cuz I got a lil preposition for you… We’ll mix business and pleasure.” You kiss his cheek the imprint of your gloss showing as you dragged him out the door heading towards the back exit a wicked smile on your face.

・❥・

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[aquaquadrant]

I'm so shocked how you managed to make Frederic a much more compelling character in your darkness exists fic! Like his actions in your fic are mostly the same as his actions in the show, but we know where he's coming from and he isn't unreasonable. And he actually tries to make up for his faults.

oh shit, a wild tts post in the midst of all my gay blockman angst! first off i appreciate y’all taking the time to send these in, lots of ppl have a sort of taboo against commenting on old/hiatused fics for some reason so it’s wonderful to know there are still readers out there enjoying it, especially since i had to lock my A03 to users only due to the AI bot problem (for the unaware, all big writing AIs like chatGPT scrape from sites like A03 to fuel their ‘writing.’ it’s like the art theft that art AIs do, which is why i’m against the use of AI in any kind of creative capacity. yes, even character AIs.) at a certain point i think i’ll just have to give up and accept there’s no true way to defend against having my writing stolen by AI, just suck it up and start using A03 again, but i’m not quite there yet. that wound’s still fresh.

BUT I DIGRESS. frederic’s characterization was one of the biggest problems i had w season 1 of tts. like, to a certain extent his motivation was understandable, though still unreasonable, but the biggest thing that annoyed me was how the show tried to paint him in a sympathetic light, and how his own family constantly put up with and excused his horrible behavior bc ‘he was doing it out of love.’ when gothel showed her true colors, rapunzel stood up to her- the woman who raised her for her entire life- without hesitation, no WAY she would sit idly by and let her father treat her that way. and his wife!! the queen!!! a total doormat. very disappointing and a direct result of the showrunner’s own inflated ego and self-admitted self-insertion of the character.

the way i handled frederic in my fic was basically my opportunity to show how i think rapunzel- the real rapunzel, from the movie i love- would have reacted. she’s willing to hear out the concerns of those she loves, but is also willing to put her foot down against injustice, especially in my fic where she has such a protective role as varian’s big sister. that shit just won’t fly. so i’m glad that decision was as gratifying for u to read as it was for me to write 🙏 i’m trying to do right by the king we saw in the movie, who captured so many hearts without saying a single word.

[darkhazard19]

So my brain came up with a primis armyhorse fic but gave me two versions of the same idea 😅 I didn’t know which one was better so I’m here to get your opinion on which version I should write.

I feel like version 1 gives an insight into how Leta and Dempsey’s relationship developed and how they bonded but version 2 shows the moment the two know they want to be together. Maybe this could be a 2 parter kinda fic but that’s why I’m here to get opinions and feedback lol

Prior to Origins and a couple months into when Leta joined the marines. During the aftermath of a battle while trying to assess everyone’s injuries, Leta gets shot and injured by a straggler. While getting her wounds treated, Leta is slightly delirious and lightheaded from blood loss and just mutters about how she’s sorry for not being useful. Tank comforts her and later on the two share a heartfelt moment while Leta is healing. (Version 1)

Prior to Origins and right after Sterling’s death, Leta makes it back to where they set up base with the letters she nearly died for, letters that Sterling died protecting her for. Moments after delivering the letters she passes out from exhaustion and a wound she had to stitch up rather quickly and messily. After being treated and waking up, she and Dempsey share a heartfelt moment and make the decision to cement their relationship and make it official. (Version 2)

[3-aem]

Everyone in fandom constantly fighting over ships and stuff but yall haven't known true suffering until you go over the m/f side of a half dead to fully dried out fandom and are stuck drinking the dust coming out of a rusty 89 year old faucet.

[pepperpixel]

Some art of Tori from @misfitmccoward ‘s Naruto fic Plasticity! Because!! It’s such a good fucking fic…! I had to do fanart for it!! honestly after I first read it I was so fucking hype about it that I was almost like “omg.. I have to do an animatic or something for this. it’s SO GOOD” but. My ability to do animatics has kinda flushed down the drain recently ghghg- But! Still!! I had to at least draw some fanart for it…!

[owtenen]

When a Ranch Becomes a Home (pt 1???)

Tango, despite his best effort, dies. Unfortunately, he has a lot more than just death to deal with after.

read my stuff of AO3!

CW: Depictions of anxiety, minor panic attacks, and tango gets blown up.

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Tango was just thankful this game happened during the summer.

His body was still cold, and when the wind picked up, he felt the fire on his head fight for its life to stay alive. But all in all, it was better than last time. The cold winter air and stormy rainy nights made it almost impossible for the blaze born to function properly, but this time it was different.

He felt good. He had armor, he had food, he joked with his friends and made some new ones. But behind all of the it, there was a little nagging thing in the back of his mind.

It took Tango a while to realize it was anxiety.

He didn't really get anxiety, which is probably why he didn't realize it at first. He was a man on practicality, a man of smarts. He knew he could talk himself out of any anxiety he found himself clouded in, so he had never really felt the hollowness in his stomach like he did now, or the way his heart jumped when he thought about it.

It was faint though, like it wasn't really there at all. That is, of course, when Tango realized it actually wasn't there. That is was his soulmates. Whoever his soulmate was was really stressing out, and only when Tango realized it did it start to actually effect him. Like when he was talking to Bdubs and Impulse, he had to stop for a moment to breath, his soulmate had fallen off something and it hurt his ankles, but the pain in his stomach from the anxiety his soulmate felt was somehow worse. He needed to find them, whoever they were.

It got worse as he was going deeper in the cave, it started creeping into his own thoughts as well. Maybe his soulmate had a reason for being this anxious, maybe they were in trouble. Maybe he was in trouble.

An arrow shot right through his arm, and it took a minute for Tango to register the pain. He turned around quick, but there were too many monsters coming after him to process what was happening. He swung his sword with one hand, making sure to step back with each swing. He was getting through them one by one, if he just brought them to a choke point-

That's when the creeper dropped, and thats when everything went black.

~

"Common..." Jimmy found that muttering under his breath as he scaled the mountain to actually be quite helpful. His arms and legs hurt like hell though, and he was having a difficult time breathing.

He felt a shattering pain rip through his left arm, but he just shook it out and continued to climb, "Don't. Even. Think about it." Finally, he got to the top, and he looked out over the sky as he tried to catch his breath.

He felt another jab in his side, and then he felt a sharp snap in his ankle. He winced and clutched his stomach, the random bursts of pain were not helping his anxiety.

He would not be a burden to his soulmate. He would not damn them the way he had already damned himself.

He felt a few more jabs in various places around his body, and as he was thinking what on earth his soulmate was doing, he felt a searing pain ripple up his back, and he fell to the ground to die.

He wakes up sweating, he didn't think he was sweating before, but he certainly was now. Sitting up from the grass, he pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, his breath coming in short, uneven huffs that made him feel like he wanted to throw up. The place on his back that hurt the most was pulsing, and he felt paralyzed.

Suddenly, he heard a tree branch crack, and a voice coming from above. Was it God? Was it Them? No. Jimmy shook his head to clear the fog that clouded his brain, looking up to see what was happening.

He saw a man in the trees. Well, calling him a man was maybe a stretch. He had seen him around. Tango if he remembered correctly. He was the blaze born that hung out with Impulse and Etho. Redstoner maybe? Wasn't this the guy with cows in the first game? Jimmy's head started throbbing along with his back, he tried to ignore it.

"Oh no...." He heard the man mutter under his breath. The flames in his hair were big and wild, and yet they didn't set the tree on fire when they jumped up to meet the bark.

"What happened, Tango?" His voice was tough, and he fliched at his tone. When he looked up, he noticed that Tango did too.

"I'm- I'm so sorry." Tango leaned over and put his head between his knees, his legs dangling off the branch. "I'm so sorry."

Jimmy took a deep breath, and then another, "What happened?" His voice was softer then, and he was satified.

Tango sniffed, and ran a hand through his flaming hair, "I was caving, and there were about 500 mobs coming at me from one side and while I was worrying about them-" He looked up, and the two soulmates made eye contact for the first time. Jimmy smiled, maybe it would ease Tango's mind. It must have, because the man in the tree paused to give Jimmy a small smile of his own, "You know, the old creeper-from-behind trick."

Jimmy nodded, looking around spawn where just a few hours ago, was filled with everyone. He realized with a jolt that he was yellow, the first yellow. He quickly took out his communicator and read the chat, every joke and taunt making the hole in his stomach grow bigger and bigger.

~

Jimmy's anxiety was just getting worse. Tango watched in silence as he watched his soulmate read the comms messages about their death. He wasn't completely oblivious, he knew the jokes that were said about him.

Cursed. Stupid. Careless. Jimmy's friends would always say they were taunting him in good fun, but Tango never felt comfortable enough to go along with it.

"Jimmy, right?" Tango hopped down a couple branches before landing on the ground, his back was still stinging, and he didn't need broken ankles on top of that.

He watched Jimmy come out of a trance in real time, his eyes going from little glossy things to wide alert oceans. “What?”

Tango shook his head and held out his hand, “I’m Tango….” after a pause, he awkwardly added, “of the Tek variety.”

Jimmy, despite it all, chuckled softly. “I’m Jimmy.” He thought for a moment, and Tango could see the gears turning behind his eyes, “of the…. Solidarity variety?” He shook his head in disapproval. “Doesn’t have the same ring to it.”

“Good enough for me.”

Jimmy smiled, and Tango felt the anxiety lift just a bit. Until it came crashing down again, and Jimmy ripped his hand away from Tango to run it over his hair. “I have no idea where I was.” He looked back at Tango, and his wide eyes were filled with worry, “All my stuff is gone.”

Tango sighed, “Yeah. I have no idea where my stuff is either.” He thought for a moment, watching Jimmy as he began to pace around the top of the hill. He wanted to shake him, tell him to breathe and calm down.

Instead, he started picking up sticks, “Let’s make a chest here, then we can go find out stuff and meet back up.”

Jimmy turned and watched Tango, his arms were crossed and one of his hands was up near his face, and Tango raised an eyebrow while he watched Jimmy bite on his fingernail.

Tango sighed, “I’m really sorry for killing us. It’s one thing for me to explodificate myself but I didn’t want to take you down with me.”

Tango saw Jimmy smile behind his hand, and the tightening of his chest had nothing to do with the anxiety, “Explodificate?”

Tango smiled and threw some materials at Jimmy. He didn’t catch it. “Common, let’s go hide our bits in a tree.”

This time Jimmy’s head tilted back in laughter, and Tango wanted to bottle up the sound.

The anxiety didn’t come back as strong after that, and Tango was happy for it to stay that way.

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i should be working on Problem of Etho and my other 24lsmp fics and yet here i am writing about a dead ship from a 10 month old smp …. oops?

[lovinpelova]

that girl on kerstins ig story is actually me!! i'm the mystery forehead kiss receiver🫶🏼

[soukoku-love]

Guys good skk fics? Preferably multichapter- like 10, 20, 30 just bring em I am so tired of finding fics-

[musicalchaos07]

Listen I just know that Nancy “Investigative journalist” Wheeler & Jonathan “When You Capture the right moment” Byers are WELL AWARE that their little brothers are in love with each other and probably had the funniest experience trying to figure out if the other one knew