one day I’ll finally write that ridiculously elaborate fanfiction that I’ve been carefully constructing in my daydreams for months and then you’ll be sorry. you’ll all be sorry.
Charles Leclerc was maybe one of the biggest pop stars in the world until he burned it all down.
One year of sobriety means that the label wants their album - an album he can't write - and the answer might just reside inside his not quite ex-boyfriend that is a fantastic song writer and producer.
Hii, can you send the message below to tiredtiredsharl, please? It won’t let me do it anonymously and I’m shy (ps: I love all of your fsnfics, you’re amazing <3)
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Hii, a bit of oversharing but I have the autism/anxiety/depression combo and lately everything has been a struggle. So it’s part of my routine taking a break when feeling overwhelmed and reading a chapter of something you wrote. Reading it helps me settle, idk how to explain but it soothes me. So I just wanted to stop by to say that I really really appreciate you and everything you write, and that I’m very grateful that you keep showing up to gift us with your stories <3
hello anon! this made me laugh a bit, it’s very sweet that you like logan’s words so much. i’ll tell you a secret: i feel the exact same way 🤍
tagging @wolfiemcwolferson so he can get his love letter 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
The first of the Carly Rae fics is complete!!! This particular fic is inspired by the song Joshua Tree and the vibes are flirty and fun and sexy (and a splash of angst) but it all works out in the end.
Eclipse (Coachella fic) is here.
The Spotify playlist is here.
This was so fun to write! Perhaps I will see you again 😉
Wish more doctors were addiction informed. Navigating recovery is hard enough. Navigating recovery with a chronic illness is exhausting. Navigating recovery with a chronic illness and not being able to trust doctors when they’re prescribing meds is a nightmare.